red dust robbery

"Why is it so dark all of a sudden?"

Standing outside the valley, Bai Yutang looked at the clouds that suddenly came over like mountains and the sky that was as dark as night, and had a faint feeling of bad premonition.

At noon, the white sun was covered by layers of dark clouds, and there was no trace of white light. It seemed that at night, the sky spread like splashed ink, and the dark wind was hunting, cutting through the bottom of the valley. At the time of the devil, ghosts and ghosts are rampant.

"The mountain rain is about to come and the wind fills the building—" Bao Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the desolation in his eyes, he sighed faintly, and Shen Wa'er beside him seemed to sense something, and said "oh oh" twice.

He glanced at this childish face, the dark face was as calm as water: "I'm afraid that catastrophe is coming."

"Ding girl has been gone for so long, I don't know what's going on..." Bai Yutang could only feel Huaying whispering vigilantly in the sheath, and his slender sword eyebrows were slightly tightened, "Master Bao, He Lianpeng is determined to win Shenwaer, this time I'm afraid it's not easy to fight."

"Do your best and listen to the fate." Bao Zheng's face was indifferent, "But this old man believes that since ancient times, good and evil will be rewarded.

He shifted his gaze to the young man sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, "Mr. Liu is still here..."

The young man of thin stature is sitting upright on the stone bench at this moment, with his eyes closed and doing his exercises, his expression is calm and peaceful, as if the sky is full of dark clouds and the city is overwhelmed.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly, raised his hand to check out, and a silver light appeared on his chest, which turned into three mirror barriers at the entrance of the valley, covering the narrow valley.

"Everyone, stay in the valley and don't come out!"

Liu Chenxiang let out a low drink, with a strong fighting spirit already condensed between his brows, he jumped up and rushed out of the valley, with a swing of the hatchet in his hand, the sharpness of the weapon reached his eyes.

Almost at the same time, thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and a soft sedan chair came from the depths of the clouds and landed on the ground, followed by attendants, the curtains were flying, and the evil wind was blowing everywhere.

Sitting in the sedan chair, the white-haired and purple-robed Dharma King sneered, "Boy of the Liu family, do you mean to fight me to the end?"

"The way of the demon! You have violated the rules of heaven without knowing it. I am the god of law enforcement in the heavens, and I will arrest you and bring you to justice!"

"Hahaha!" He Lianpeng laughed out loud when he heard this, "It's a big breath, and you have a bit of the courage of Yang Jian back then, but compared with Yang Jian, you are still far behind!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Liu Chenxiang shouted, "If you want to fight, hit him, let the horse come here!"

"Don't worry—" He Lianpeng smiled meaningfully, "Your opponent is not me!"

He flicked the sleeves of his robe, and a puff of smoke rose in front of him. The young man's eyes raised a sense of warning, and he laid the weapon across in front of him, and the sharp edge of the blade was about to come out.

When the smoke cleared and he looked intently, he seemed to have been struck by lightning, his complexion changed drastically, and he took a few steps back, revealing a panicked expression.

In the slow wind, someone came out with a sword, his clear eyes sank into the ancient well, and the red clothes were flying like a fire.

"Zhan Zhao, how could it be Zhan Zhao!"

Bai Yutang had already started to exclaim, and Bao Zheng could no longer maintain Qiang Zuo's calm expression.

How could that Nan Xia who was as gentle as jade with a warm smile like the sun become the bloody Asura he is now.

"Guard Zhan, what's wrong with you, you still haven't put down your sword!"

Zhan Zhao turned a deaf ear.

He has already started to draw the sword.

Now that Zhanlu is out, the beauty is bloodthirsty.

His sword moves are open and closed, each one is a killing game.

The young man resisted with an axe, but retreated step by step, only defending but not attacking.

He is the son of an immortal, with the body of a half-immortal. Although his practice is shallow, he has also made troubles in the underworld, went to the heaven, split Huashan, and greeted the new sky.

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, it is true.

He had the experience of fighting Yang Jian countless times. At that time, the three-pointed and two-edged sword was far more powerful than it is today.

But now he didn't dare, didn't dare to make a move on the person in front of him.

His uncle, who was so dedicated to accomplishing the task, was willing to bear the infamy, and led him to learn art from a teacher all the way, splitting the mountain to save his mother, but when he succeeded, his soul flew away and he almost became a fairy.

He and his mother had been searching hard for decades to find his reincarnation. How dare he act rashly and make a big mistake again?

They fought fiercely, and all the disciples under He Lianpeng's command were already attacking Bao Zheng and the others with their swords. At Lin Jingu's entrance, he saw that the barrier that the young man had set up was bursting with dazzling brilliance, and all the disciples were thrown to the ground one after another. half empty.

Seeing this, He Lianpeng was furious, so he jumped up and took the two of them with a palm.

The piercing killing intent directly hit Chen Xiang's spiritual consciousness, fearing that the enchantment maintained by his soul could not withstand He Lianpeng's tension, he swung his ax to avoid Zhan Lu who was showing off, and swung the ax to meet He Lianpeng .

He Lianpeng sneered, formed three handprints in a row, and went straight into the sky.

Chen Xiang swung his ax three times in a row, knocking down three fingerprints.

But the back of his head tightened when he heard it, and He Lianpeng had already teleported diagonally behind him at some point, and his palm flew straight to the back of his neck.

He was startled, and when he was about to dodge, a girl in scarlet clothes rushed towards him in mid-air, raised her hands and dropped her palms, and felt that the mountains were falling apart and the ground was cracking, and the dust and smoke were billowing, forcing He Lianpeng to take a few steps back.

"Xiaoyu!"

When Chen Xiang looked at it intently, a bit of joy appeared on his face.

But Xiaoyu didn't care to talk to him, just nodded slightly and said: "Chen Xiang, where is the lotus lamp?"

——"You have to be clear, Zhan Zhao is just a mortal now, even if Yang Jian's soul is revived, it is impossible to have the magic power of his previous life, and the only way to break He Lianpeng's Taoism is to rely on the joint efforts of your husband and wife. You rush to The first thing Chen Xiang does is to relight the lotus lamp with his own blood. The lotus lamp is the most precious treasure in the world. Its righteousness can curb all evil spirits and resentments, and purify hostility, and those are He Lianpeng's The source of strength. Use the lotus lamp to open the four-dimensional barrier, guard the door of life, and drive him into the door of death, so that you have a chance to win."

——"So... what about uncle?"

——"Zhan Zhao—leave it to me."

Xiaoyu remembers that when the cold-tempered Ninth Aunt said this, she was standing at the end of the long street in a green dress, her black hair was flying, her long sword was neighing, her face was like water, and she was like a cold pool. The meaning of awe.

It was the decision to kill only the female Goddess of War who once ruled the world of desire for the command of the heavenly soldiers when a fierce battle was imminent.

In a moment of misconception, it actually makes people feel a little similar to the powerful judicial god back then.

She can only sigh, that is the tolerance that she may not be able to have even after thousands of years of cultivation.

Nothing but trust and obedience.

When the lotus lanterns are slowly rising in the sky, the sky is full of colorful flowers and rain, with a thousand auspicious auras, and the sky is full of purples and reds.

Hit the Thunderbolt Lianzhu in the empty space, and all the cultivation disciples were either killed or injured.

He Lianpeng could barely stand for a moment, clutching his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Zhan Zhao's movements were slow for a moment.

A trace of struggling confusion suddenly flashed in the dull and empty eyes.

However, only for a moment.

He Lianpeng, who became angry from embarrassment, channeled his true energy and unleashed all the strength of his body, directly attacking Chen Xiang and his wife.

Probably controlled by the sudden surge of resentment, Zhan Zhao's eyes were slightly chilled, and Zhan Lu trembled, heading straight for the valley.

Bai Yutang couldn't bear it any longer, Huaying came out of the sheath, and a dazzling silver streak rushed out of the barrier.

Bao Zheng couldn't call him anymore.

How about going out of the enchantment?

What about mortal bodies?

He, Bai Yutang, was never someone who hid under the wings of others.

He is the arrogant Chin Maoshu who is arrogant and arrogant.

Laughing out a glass of wine, killing people in the city.

Shame and Yi Shuihan, follow the order to pass the rainbow.

that's his character

He is not afraid of swords, evil men, or ghosts.

He wanted to ask in person, what happened to that person?

"Zhan Zhao, how did you become like this?"

"Zhan Zhao, I don't believe you have been bewitched by evil spirits, Zhan Zhao, wake up!"

"Zhan Zhao, wake up, I'm Bai Yutang!"

The painting and shadow sang, the sword moved away from the dragon and the snake, wrapped around the icy Zhanlu, metal interlocking, and sparks shot out.

If Zhan Zhao hadn't heard of it, his movements were fast and quick, and there was a black and evil spirit in the blade of the sword, and the sword flower was already full of blood when it flicked.

The severe tearing pain made Bai Yutang stagger back, almost unable to hold the hilt of his sword.

Zhan Zhao withdrew and struck back with another sword, the evil spirit rushed straight to the door, a black shadow jumped into his eyes, it was a black dog, and grabbed the white shadow alive, avoiding the chaotic battle situation, just now he opened his mouth and grabbed the white-clothed The person is slowly placed on the ground.

Bai Yutang felt the world spinning for a while, and he could barely react. Looking back, a beautiful sky-blue shadow had already volleyed down, holding Zhanlu with his sword.

That is - Juque.

A famous ancient sword, simple and heavy, cutting iron like mud.

The cold light of the blade illuminated the woman's stern face. Her hair band had been scattered, and her hair was full of black hair.

"Ding girl..."

"Back off!" She only snapped, "Leave this to me!"

It was not easy for her to fight, Zhan Zhao's sword was armed with the power of evil spirits, and her moves were fierce. Seeing the blood seal, she could only rely on her inner breath to make her movements faster.

Zhanlu giant que, two swords fighting, who can beat it?

At this moment, she only felt that the huge lock in her hand was extremely heavy.

"Three-headed Jiao, can you work harder for me!"

"No, I can't feel the master's breath at all, not at all." The breath coming from the scabbard was actually very weak, without a trace of anger.

She was slightly taken aback, and her face changed in horror.

I can't feel the fluctuation of the soul at all, that is to say... completely suppressed by the evil spirit?

So if this continues, before the grievances in his body are purified by the lotus lamp, his soul will be swallowed by the evil spirits?

She was slightly distracted, and the sharp pain in her shoulder had already hit her whole body.

The tip of Zhanlu's sword sank into her shoulder blade, thick black blood poured out vigorously.

She frowned, and raised her head with difficulty. The person in front of her had clean and refined facial features were still stiff and dead, her pupils were empty and lifeless, but for some reason, her body paused for a moment, and two lines of tears fell from her eyes.

Her eyes wandered for a moment, then she gritted her teeth suddenly, summoned the power of her dantian, and suddenly shot out, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, and touched his acupoints.

Almost at the same time, he closed his eyes, raised a wave of true energy, and rushed straight to the Lingtai. A white phantom slowly rose from Tianling above his head, and suddenly sank into the center of Zhan Zhao's eyebrows.

Then, she collapsed weakly and fell into the air.

Bai Yutang watched helplessly, with an expression of disbelief on his gorgeous facial features, before he jumped up and snatched her body after a while.

"Ding girl, wake up! Ding girl!" He hugged her in his arms and shouted eagerly, reaching out to check her breath, but there was no breath, "Zhan Zhao, do you know that you A big mistake has been made!"

He raised his head and shouted at Zhan Zhao, Bao Zheng was shocked by the scene in front of him, his face turned pale, he didn't care about the danger, he rushed out of the valley, looking at the woman in Tsing Yi in Bai Yutang's arms, he couldn't hide his grief and distress: "Zhan Zhao Guard, if you haven't put down your sword, when will you wait?"

Zhan Zhao just stood still, as if he hadn't heard anything.

He neither heard nor saw.

His consciousness was in chaos.

The body seems to be floating in the void, and the eyes are full of darkness and death.

He stretched out his hand to grab something, but like a drowning person, he couldn't find a straw, so he could only fall heavily.

He just felt sleepy, tired, and wanted to fall asleep.

It seemed that someone was calling something in my ear, a woman's voice, very familiar, but I couldn't remember it.

She is calling - Yang Jian.

Yang Jian, wake up, don't sleep anymore.

Yang Jian, if you don't wake up, you will let the evil spirit occupy your body, and you will never come back.

Yang Jian, your sister went to the underworld to retrieve the soul you murdered, and your nephew is fighting the demons, do you ignore them?

Yang Jian, wake up!

Yang Jian——Yang Jian——

The sound gradually moved from far to near, until it was deafening, the darkness was torn apart by a dazzling light, and the eyes were dazzled with white.

A dazzling silver light shot out from between Zhan Zhao's eyebrows!

Three thousand turbid qi rushed out of Tianling, and the magnificent scorching flames on the forehead suddenly faded away, and the bewitching and weird face when it came suddenly disappeared, and the whole face suddenly became calm and peaceful.

A white phantom popped out from the flowing cloud between his eyebrows and melted into Ah Jiu's body. Bai Yutang suddenly felt the woman's body in his arms tremble slightly: "Girl?"

The pale woman coughed, and she woke up faintly, with bright red blood gurgling down the corner of her mouth, she turned her gaze to the side.

Not far away, Yang Jian has opened his eyes.

The red clothes are the same as before, the character is the same as before, there is only one pair of eyes, clear and bright, but it has precipitated the turmoil of thousands of years and the perseverance of the vicissitudes of life.

She let out a deep breath, feeling her body was so weak that she had no strength at all, she blinked, then ignored Bai Yutang's call, and closed her eyes heavily in his arms.

Yang Jian stood still.

The memories of the two worlds were intertwined and impacted together, making him a little dazed for a while.

Wen Quxing, Bai Yutang, and—Jiu'er?

In fact, he seldom saw Ah Jiu look so weak. She was always calm and invulnerable in front of others. She was covered in blood all the way on the Conferred God Battlefield, and she was no different from those of their brothers. He rarely showed a weak expression when he was injured.

She is always too strong and transparent, but she looks a little cold, making people afraid to approach her.

People often forget that even a thousand years ago, she was just a teenage girl.

His gaze became soft and complicated, and he let out a long sigh from the bottom of his heart.

Suddenly there was a murderous intent coming from behind, when Bai Yutang looked up, there was already a woman in purple stabbing here with a sword, he didn't have time to react, he saw a flash of red clothes in front of him, Zhan Lu turned his hand back, and galloped back, lightning The flint hit the woman in the chest.

The girl in purple fell to the ground convulsively.

The giant que that was lying on the ground suddenly shone brightly, and a blue glow rushed out of the scabbard and went straight to the red robe, held in his hand, it turned into a long knife.

Three-pointed two-edged knife.

An ancient magic weapon, bloodthirsty with sharp blades, and cold all over.

Going up to Qiongbi and down to Huangquan, how many gods, Buddhas, immortals and monsters died here.

As soon as the divine front came out, the killing intent pierced through the heavens.

Yang Chan, who had just rushed back from the underworld, stood in the cloud not far away, looking at the familiar light, she was too shocked to speak.

Chen Xiang Xiaoyu is in the middle of a fierce battle with He Lianpeng.

The two of them worked together to guard the gate of life, facing He Lianpeng's sudden condensed mana, he was already exhausted, and the other party seemed to be under the suppression of the spiritual power of the lotus lamp, and his mana consumption was also increasing.

He Lianpeng was already thinking of retreating, and it was impossible to capture Shenwa, so he could only retreat in order to see the future, and fled to the southwest corner with a feint, but suddenly he was dressed in red and flew into the air, the three-pointed The double-edged sword came out of the water like a dragon, and came straight to the door.

He Lianpeng was so startled that he dodged in a hurry, showing disbelief: "You—you are—this is impossible!"

Pale golden flowing clouds appeared between Yang Jian's brows, and the silver light hit the sky, He Lianpeng felt severe pain all over his body, his pulse was thin and chaotic, Fang wanted to dodge, Chen Xiang had already been chopped down by an axe, right in the middle of his waist, Shengsheng vomited a mouthful of black blood.

Before he could fight back, the three-pointed two-edged knife had already pierced his throat.

He Lianpeng's eyes widened, full of unwillingness.

Yang Jian withdrew the saber, at that time Yang Chan had already rushed to the mid-air, reciting the mantra, the brilliance of the seven-inch lotus platform flowed, forming a siphon force, and took He Lianpeng's body into the lotus platform.

It is he who bears thousands of resentments and hostility, and only by enclosing him in the lotus lantern can the resentment be prevented from overflowing and causing harm to the Three Realms.

Yang Chan put the lotus lantern in her hand, and in an instant, the brilliance faded away, and the clouds broke through the sky.

The golden sun shines on the earth, shining on the mess everywhere.

"Second Brother——" Yang Chan floated to the ground, looking at the man in red who had already put away his sword, mist appeared in his bright eyes, and before he could say anything, he heard the lotus lantern in his arms trembling violently, he searched, and a black air shot up into the sky And go, suddenly disappeared.

Yang Jian's eyes twitched, looking at the long sky, he frowned.

Chen Xiang Xiaoyu had already put away her weapons and rushed over, seeing this scene, she also felt bad: "Uncle... this is..."

"Are you able to escape from the Lotus Lantern?" Yang Jian's eyes tightened, his face was gloomy, "If the tiger returns to the mountain, it may be a catastrophe in the future..."

It's just that right now, the poor should not chase after them.

Besides, there are more urgent matters.

He sighed, and the three-pointed, two-edged knife in his hand suddenly turned into a blue light, and then entered the giant sheath again. He rushed to Bai Yutang to see the unconscious woman. The white paper, with its mouth and eyes closed, looks like a duckweed, about to float away in an instant.

☆、Chapter 28