take care of yourself

The content on the jade slip was really unexpected, Ying Yao frowned and handed the jade slip to Zheng Chuan with a gloomy expression.

It didn't take much time to read the jade slips, but Zheng Chuan held the jade slips for at least a moment of contemplation before slowly raising his head and asking Ying Yao: "What does it mean that the Dao cannot be crossed?"

Ying Yao was still holding his sword, but he didn't lean against the pillar anymore. The eagle who had completed the task of guarding the medical repair glanced at Ying Yao, feeling that he had nothing to do here, so he flapped his wings and flew up. The wind blown by the wings He blew up the jacket that was not on Jianxiu's body, exposing the flesh underneath.

Most of the scars on Ying Yao's body from being struck by lightning have healed, only a few serious injuries on his arms are still oozing blood slowly, and the scorched dead skin crackles and falls off when he moves.

Zheng Chuan glanced at it a little sadly, took out the medicine from the mustard ring and applied it to him.

"That's the literal meaning," Ying Yao stretched out his arms and said calmly, "Da Dao doesn't want to keep the monks who have been promoted to cross the catastrophe, nor does it want to let new monks who cross the catastrophe appear. Wuliang City and Xixue Mountain are the buried in its eyes. Boneland."

Frankly speaking, this was also in the inferences of Zheng Chuan and Ying Yao before the closure of the mountain, but even if they were prepared, it still makes people feel regretful and disappointed when it really happens.

They didn't get along with the two Du Jie in the sect for a short time, but they were loved as juniors, and they didn't lack affection.

Zheng Chuan looked at the jade slip in his hand in silence, sighed heavily after a while, handed the jade slip to Ying Yao again, bent down to tie up the trouser legs that hindered his walking, and walked down the hill on foot with the worry sword in his hand .

Ying Yao didn't follow immediately, he just found an unoccupied room, threw two cleansing formulas on himself, cleaned up the dry and cracked dead skin, destroyed the corpse and wiped out the traces, changed a new piece of clothes, and then confirmed Looking at Zheng Chuan's whereabouts, Yu Jian rushed over.

Zheng Chuan had already reached the bottom of the mountain, and it seemed that he was going to arrange for his fellow disciples to clean up the mess. Ying Yao caught up with him, observed his expression carefully, and stopped him coaxing and persuading him together with Wo Xinjian. He sent back to the head's residence.

Ying Yao didn't think of any words of comfort. He could use his own example to comfort Zheng Chuan, but he couldn't say that Fang Li and Feng Jian thought the same way. He sat quietly with Zheng Chuan for a while, but he waved him away. On the battlefield just now.

There are still quite a few monks who were let go by the enlightened sword intent. A group of sword cultivators drove them all over the mountains and plains with ropes in their hands. Other sword cultivators who didn't get the fighting task could only pick up corpses everywhere.

The corpses of the monks who fell on the ground were not the same. Some heads fell to nowhere, and some were simply torn apart by sword energy or thunder, but occasionally there were a few corpses that seemed to be intact, and they were all killed by Ying Yao. Greet people to drag away.

"They are all on the wanted list of the Law Enforcement Pavilion," Ying Yao said, "Take it and exchange it for a bounty and come back to treat you to a drink."

Most sword repairers like to drink, but the wine they buy tastes different from the wine invited by others, so his fellow disciples forgot the loss of not having a fight, happily agreed, and sent it down with Zheng Mo The mustard ring, which was specially used to hold corpses, went to clean up the mess.

Zheng Mo left two mustard rings for herself. Xu Zhao heard that Ying Yao was going to treat guests to a drink, so she was busy cooking appetizers and didn't follow her. Zheng Mo ran to the battlefield twice and didn't go again. Touching the mustard ring in his hand out of sight, he fell into deep thought.

The mustard seed ring contained Ying Yige's body. He and Ying Yao's appearance hadn't changed much. Zheng Mo recognized his identity at a glance. Because of the relationship between Yao and him, he hesitated whether to tell Ying Yao the news.

She thought for a while, not knowing what to do, and finally went to Zheng Chuan.

Zheng Chuan listened to her talk about his concerns, took a look at the mustard ring, and asked Zheng Mo, "Take it and bury it with the corpses of other monks. Don't tell your elder brother, he has a lot to worry about now."

Zheng Mo thought that Zheng Chuan was referring to those chores, so she agreed without a doubt, and quietly buried Ying Yige and the corpses of other monks with the majesty that she controlled the meals of the whole clan, and then used The formation and the restriction sealed off the small valley, and he carried his spatula sword on his back to watch how Ying Yao dealt with the living monks.

In the past, the cultivators who asked for the protection of the sword sect were not too high. There are so many small hills around Huashan, and they can be divided no matter what. They happily chose the thorns that were resistant to beating and those that could be beaten. Zheng Mo was going to cut the meat of a few honest people who looked relatively strong, and the rest were picked and sorted as bean sprouts.

A group of frightened Nascent Soul and Golden Core monks are unlikely to cause any trouble. Ying Yao assigned these people out, and suddenly felt that the burden on his shoulders was lightened, and then he dealt with the embroidered pillow-like attack. The whole person became a lot lighter when doing chores.

Three or four days later, the Law Enforcing Court sent someone to the gate of Jianzong Mountain to inquire about the situation, and took away the corpse of the monk who was on their wanted list pointed out by Ying Yao, and left enough bounty for Ying Yao to buy the entire sect a drink .

The ingredients that Xu Zhao had prepared for a long time finally came in handy. Sword cultivators sat carelessly in the mountains and ate meat while drinking. The sword cultivator who grabbed his sword with his hand was slapped by his own sword before he could start making gestures, and was clapped and laughed by the crowd of onlookers.

There are not many wines that can not taste the flaws under the tongue of the cultivator of Huashen, Yingyao drank a little restraintly, put down the jug, jumped down from the mountain with the sword in his hand, and called his fellow disciples to fight in groups - beat himself The same sect still had to control their strength, but after the beating, everyone continued to drink under the leadership of the happy "Happy" Dao Jianxiu, and in the end they also drank to the effect of corpses all over the field.

He Hu refused to compete with Ying Yao, but he swung his human-shaped sword back and forth in front of Ying Yao, showing off beyond words.

The shape of his sword is a handsome man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, his facial features are as sharp as a knife, and he has no characteristics of a soft sword at all. Ying Yaoming knows that he is showing off, or he can't help but start thinking about himself for the past two years What exactly are you doing, why Jiusujian hasn't turned into a human form yet, and then was chased by Jiusujian dissatisfiedly and flew around the mountain.

The next day, Jiusujian disappeared for a whole day, and did not reappear until night. He told Yingyao triumphantly that it had a fight with Hehu's Wen Yujian and wiped out its illusion. Eyebrows, which look like eggs.

Ying Yao asked He Hu as kindly as possible the next time he showed off in front of him: "Why are your eyebrows different from yesterday?"

Then he got his wish and fought with He Hu.

He Hu's injury is still not healed, and he can't use too much spiritual power, so neither of them used their spiritual power. They simply made sword moves for a while. When Zheng Chuan came to find Ying Yao, they were still standing on the same branch without blushing or panting. gossip.

"If the heavens do not tolerate the catastrophe..." He Hu pondered, "What about the two seals of 'this road leads to the mystery' that Ke Li gave you?"

Seeing Zheng Chuan approaching, Ying Yao closed his mouth and waved at He Hu, jumped off the branch to meet him, and said with a smile, "Master, are you awake?"

He didn't know if Zheng Chuan had heard the conversation between himself and He Hu, so he could only peek at his expression, but Zheng Chuan didn't hold back his words this time, looked at Ying Yao hesitantly for a while, and lowered his voice and asked him, "What's that?" This road leads to Xuan's seal, isn't that stuff fabricated?"

Ying Yao said without changing his face: "It's a fabrication, am I explaining it to him?"

He and Zheng Chuan have been mentors and apprentices for nearly 400 years, coaxing him to become familiar with the road, and within a few words, his attention was diverted from the seal of "This road leads to Xuan" and moved back to the sentence left by Lin Jin On the words.

"Did you touch the bottleneck of promotion that day?" Zheng Chuan stared at Ying Yao and asked, "But Lei Jie came unreasonably, that's why you believed Lin Jin's words so deeply?"

Ying evaded and did not answer: "The way to survive, I also seek to survive."

So as soon as he realized that Lei Jie was going to kill him, he resolutely dismissed the idea of ​​being promoted to Huashen.

He looked into Zheng Chuan's eyes calmly for a while, and then said: "Does Master know where Master Feng's uncle has gone?"

Zheng Chuan shook his head inexplicably, but did not answer Ying Yao's question. Ying Yao hesitated to ask or ignore the matter, but this time before he had time to think about the result, he suddenly felt the aura of heaven and earth moving toward him. The south poured away, and the strong wind brought him staggering, and quickly grabbed the sleeves of Zheng Chuan and He Hu with each hand to prevent them from flying out.

He Hu shouted in his ear: "What's going on?"

The gust of wind caused by spiritual power came and went quickly. After two breaths, Ying Yao stood up again, let go of the sleeves in his hand and looked to the south, hesitantly said: "It seems to be the side of Wuliang City, it is the ground. Move or what?"

Zheng Chuan raised his hand as if aware of it, and grabbed it, and cut a broken communication talisman from the air. There was a small seal of Feng Jian on the bottom of the talisman, and it ignited and ignited as soon as it fell into Zheng Chuan's hands.

"Da Dao finally can't help meddling in human affairs," said the voice of Fuli Fengjian, "It sank Wuliang City to the bottom of the sea, and buried a small world with snow mountains. The spiritual energy was emptied, and the wind raged. There was no way for us to escape." .”

There is still a long passage behind, but the communication talisman is too damaged, blurring the rest of the words into a sharp noise, Ying Yao struggled to distinguish the word "Long Scenery" from it, but Feng Jian couldn't hear clearly. What exactly did Changjing entrust?

He raised his head with a heavy expression, Zheng Chuan let go of his fingers and watched the communication talisman burn into fly ashes and fall from between his fingers. After a long time, he asked in a hoarse voice: "Is this the end?"