After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

"Move to sleep in my room tonight."

Mo Xuanfang moved to the side of the bed, and then there was a flash of cold light, and all the ropes on Wei Qing's body fell off.

After all, Mo Xuanfang is a Daluo Jinxian. Although his cultivation has been sealed, his physical strength is also hundreds of times stronger than ordinary people. After discovering that Wei Qing was taken away, he followed him all the way. Seeing the situation in front of him, he didn't care if he was an immortal Yes, it directly resulted in his life.

Just as Wei Qing was in shock, he was so wronged that he couldn't bear this humiliation. He jumped off the bed and kicked the bloody man crazily, only to relieve a little bit of hatred in his heart.

Unexpectedly, under this kick, the man's severed throat stopped spurting blood, instead a golden light appeared.

Both of them froze for a moment, and looked at each other.

Mo Xuanfang squatted down, stretched out his hand to probe the man's throat, and found a golden hexagram plate the size of a palm.

The two said in unison: "Mitian Zheyue Gua."

The golden hexagram disk was good at meeting the wind, and it quickly escaped from Mo Xuanfang's hands, and spun on top of their heads.

However, the hexagram plate still didn't stop growing, and it continued to grow larger during the rotation process, and even lifted the roof out.

The gust of wind howled, rolled up the dusty sky, and as the speed of the hexagram plate rotating became faster and faster, the world was in chaos. In this wealthy courtyard, all the carriages and horses in the market were swept up into the sky and sucked into the bottom of the hexagram plate.

Mo Xuanfang tightened Wei Qing's hand, the two held their breath, and were swept up into the sky together, suddenly, the tension of the tearing increased, and they were sucked into the Mitian Zheyue Gua.

They returned to the previous void, the starlight was no longer there, and in the darkness there was only a faint golden light falling on the ground, which was the light from the intact Mitian Zheyue Gua.

Wei Qing hurriedly circulated his spiritual power for a while, and found that his cultivation base had recovered, and it must be the same for Mo Xuanfang.

Wei Qing was fully on guard, but Mo Xuanfang cupped his hands in front of him in the darkness and bowed, and said loudly: "The deity thanked my uncle here."

Wei Qing was stunned, why, this time passed so easily, did Ying Lianzi release the water?

Immediately, Ying Lianzi's voice sounded in the void: "Mo Xuanfang, you don't have to thank me. Back then, I was so eager to cross the catastrophe that I couldn't help myself and went astray to practice some kind of soul-refining method. If you hadn't told your senior brother about this I know, I'm afraid I can't turn back now."

Mo Xuanfang said: "Uncle Master, the past cannot be remembered, so why mention it again."

Wei Qing thought to himself, it's no wonder that this ancient sorcery can see the light again. It turned out that this old guy carried forward the soul refining technique, but he didn't know how many soul refining weapons existed in the world. Lu Fan broke one, so why did it appear again? one comes.

At this time, Ying Lianzi said again: "I have never been in charge of Ziyunzong's affairs, you and Wei Siying, I am inconvenient to speak nonsense. It's just that I was also bewitched by sorcery in the past. Fortunately, my heart is not dead, and I will eventually turn around Room. Xuanfang... Hey, just do it yourself."

Ying Lianzi's voice gradually disappeared in the darkness of the void.

Wei Qing said: "After going through so much, I didn't expect my uncle to be a person who knows how to repay his kindness. I scolded him yesterday. I really should apologize to him."

Mo Xuanfang remained silent, walked over, picked up the Mitian Zheyue hexagram and put it in his pocket, and said to Wei Qing: "Let's go."

After breaking through the Starfall Formation, the two came to a hillside, where hundreds of stone steps lead straight into the sky, and the majestic mountain gate is engraved with the three characters "Hao Zong Dian".

Wei Qing let out a long breath, filled with emotions.

He has been in Ziyunzong for 12 years, apart from Zeyunju and Shang Zhidian, Haozongdian is his favorite place to come to. There is no other reason, but because the master of Haozong Palace, Meng Xuanzhen, is Mo Xuanfang's fellow apprentice.So Ai Wu and Wu are very kind to Wei Qing, and Wei Qing is naturally much closer to him.

But are you going to be an enemy now?

Wei Qing turned his head and looked at Mo Xuanfang quietly, only to see that his face was still as calm as water under the sun, and he had already walked up the steps first.

"See Sect Master."

Meng Xuanzhen stood at the gate to greet Mo Xuanfang respectfully, his tone was no different from usual.

"The disciple has met Master Meng."

Wei Qing walked up to Meng Xuanzhen and saluted respectfully.

The three walked into the mountain gate together.

In a trance, Wei Qing thought that he had returned to the time in Ziyunzong, until he saw the reincarnation lamp in Meng Xuanzhen's hand, he came back to his senses angrily.

He has been physically and mentally exhausted since breaking through the magic circle, and only Mo Xuanfang is the only motivation to support him.

But as soon as he entered the hall, Mo Xuanfang disappeared, leaving only Wei Qing and Meng Xuanzhen in the empty hall.

"Uncle Meng, where is my master?" Wei Qing anxiously looked around.

Meng Xuanzhen had a gentle attitude, and said with a slight smile, "Si Ying, don't stand still, come here to drink tea with my uncle, let's catch up on the old days."

Wei Qing's face turned cold: "Deputy Sect Master Meng, let me ask you, where did Mo Xuanfang go?"

Meng Xuanzhen ignored Wei Qing, and sat down at the low table for discussion, flipped his hand to fetch a steaming teapot, and filled the two teacups in front of him.

He calmly said: "Aren't you going to sit down? You still call me Shishu and respect him as Master. Anyway, you are still a disciple of Ziyunzong now. If you want to ask something, don't you even forget the etiquette?" ?”

Wei Qing was worried about Mo Xuanfang, so he had no choice but to swallow his anger at this time, cupped his hands and made a bow, sat down in a proper manner opposite Meng Xuanzhen, picked up his cup and took a sip.

"Now can you speak?"

Meng Xuanzhen then said slowly: "Do you know the name of this array?"

"I heard from Master." Wei Qing said dully, "This formation is called the Nine Heavens Gate Formation, and it gathers the spirits of nine ancestors to guard the Nine Heavens Gate together. In the Nine Heavens, one is Zhongtian, and the other is Xiantian. , the third is Congtian, the fourth is Gengtian, the fifth is Zhutian, the sixth is Kuotian, the seventh is Minustian, the eighth is Shentian, and the ninth is Chengtian. As long as these nine days are passed one by one, the reincarnation lamp will naturally be held in your hand , even if it is broken."

Meng Xuanzhen nodded: "You remember correctly. Then do you know what will happen in the Nine Heavens Capital?"

Wei Qing shook his head, Mo Xuanfang never told him about this.

Meng Xuanzhen sighed and said: "I knew it, he didn't tell you about such a dangerous formation, how could he let you take risks."

"Then tell me, what will happen in the Nine Heavens Gate?" Wei Qing leaned forward, and the teacup was almost knocked over by him.

Meng Xuanzhen took a sip of tea, and slowly put down the teacup: "What will happen in the Nine Heavens Gate... Let me tell you, in every gate, the suzerain's inner demons will be aroused, bringing him back to a war in the past.

Going back once, the suzerain must be killed once, and after death, he will experience the demise of his body and the scattering of his soul. Only when he rebuilds his soul and body can he enter the next capital gate. "

"Then what if we can't come back together?" Wei Qing's hands were shaking.

"If you can't come back together, it will be regarded as subjugation. Therefore, this formation is also called the Nine Heavens Punishing Heart Formation."

Wei Qing clenched the teacup in front of him tightly, and the tea spilled out, but he didn't care, he crushed the teacup in his hand like he was looking for a straw to save his life.

"I think I can help." Wei Qing murmured, "In the past, Master took me out to play, and once he took me to Wolongyuan. At that time, we all broke into the illusion, and he also returned The battlefield in the past, but I changed his illusion."

Meng Xuanzhen took another sip of tea: "I've heard the Suzerain talk about this before. It's really rare to think that your spiritual consciousness is so pure at such a young age. However, if you use your spiritual consciousness to If you affect the illusion, then everything the Suzerain has endured will be transferred to you, and by then, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it..."

"I have never experienced war, or there will be a turning point in the illusion." Wei Qing's attitude was extremely firm, "Uncle Meng, I have made up my mind, please send me to him."

Meng Xuanzhen took a deep look at Wei Qing, and couldn't help being moved. After a long time, he patted the back of Wei Qing's hand: "Good boy... Uncle Master will let you join the battle."

Having experienced the battlefield in Wolongyuan last time, this time, Wei Qing was not shocked or frightened, but only felt distressed for Mo Xuanfang.

But unexpectedly, time flies by in the illusion of the magic circle. When Wei Qing came in, Mo Xuanfang had already gone through the seven heavens of Zhongtian, Xiantian, Congtian, Gengtian, Zoutian, Kuotian, and Jiatian.And here is Shen Tian, ​​the eighth heaven guarded by Daoist Jiuyao.

Mo Xuanfang has been here in the capital for half a month, but what he experienced was the battle between immortals and demons in Yunqi Town.

Returning to the old place, Wei Qing felt no joy at all, the valley of Yunmo Mountain was covered with corpses everywhere, and the blood-stained smoke replaced the peaceful alley.

It was more tragic than Wei Qing imagined. In the magic circle, Mo Xuanfang had to repeat the previous battle process, and Tiandao would inject power into Jiuyao Zhenren, represented by him, as the hostile force of the demon clan against Mo Xuanfang. Carry out rolling.

When Wei Qing found Mo Xuanfang, he was almost exhausted, and he was just waiting for the final blow of the real Jiuyao.

Wei Qing almost cried and hugged Mo Xuanfang, this intense sadness stimulated the transformation of his spiritual consciousness, which went a little smoother than expected, the situation changed as he wished, and they returned to Ziyun Palace.

Looking at the bright sunshine, the familiar clean ground, and the shadow of the tall palace wall of Ziyun Palace, Wei Qing calmed down a little, wiped away his tears, and carefully placed Mo Xuanfang on the floor.

Not knowing what to face next, Wei Qing lightly kissed Mo Xuanfang's dry lips, Mo Xuanfang opened his eyes weakly, and shook his head at him.

Wei Qing smiled, stood up and moved his body. From here, he could just see the roof of Zeyunju in the southwest. It still looks majestic and beautiful, and it is his favorite home.

If he is gone, I also hope that Zeyunju can be preserved forever, with the bells in the morning and the drums in the evening, looking at the Ziyun Palace in the east forever.

At this time, a shadow appeared behind Wei Qing, with a clean bun and a wide Taoist robe, it should be the real Jiuyao.

After all, he has never experienced war before, or he will kill me directly, Wei Qing turned his head while thinking.

He immediately widened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him.

Wei Qing did not see the real Jiuyao.

The person in front of him was tall and thin, handsome and weak, with only one eye, holding a dark and evil Horcrux, he was Lu Fan.