The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

The three of them left Chang'an city one after another, flew at least to the mausoleum, and headed straight to the barren mountain where Lingran fled under the pursuit of General Li Lang.

On the top of the barren mountain, Cui Yu stood on the top of a tree, and smiled at the two of them: "You two must not be from this world! You are looking for your way of cultivating immortals, and I will take my official career in the world, wouldn't it?" Very beautiful! But you two want to fight against me everywhere, what are you trying to do?"

"Be at peace of mind!" Lingran answered coldly.

Dalang Qingliu didn't say anything all the way, seeing Cui Yu blatantly turned into a demon body in the sun, he couldn't help saying angrily: "Evil demons are stealing fragments of the small world everywhere, and disturbing all walks of life will not be safe. Of course, we must eliminate demons and defend the way." !"

"Hehe, another self-proclaimed savior!" Cui Yu sneered. "In these three thousand small worlds, there are countless common people. You two can save one place, but you can't save the other place!"

"It's good to save only one place." Lingran responded casually.Then he laughed again, baring out a mouthful of snow-white glutinous rice teeth. "What's more, little monk, I have never caught a demon before! How rare!"

That's all for now.

Cui Yu's purple shirt was lifted lightly, and thousands of black devilish energy rushed towards the two of them.Lingran spun her toes backwards in the wind, and quickly spun dozens of circles, the snow-white swords on her fingertips were air-tightly woven into a net.The sword net felt cold, and went straight to Cui Yu's body.

"Hahahahaha! Little monk, you and I have fought against each other, and you must be no match for me!"

Cui Yu stood amidst thousands of black demonic energy and laughed wildly.The purple shirt is hunting, the pupils in the peach blossom eyes turn blood-colored.The lips are so gorgeous that they seem to be dripping blood.

"That's because," Lingran stepped on the snow-white sword light, and the white clothes dazzled in the heavy rain like the last ray of light between heaven and earth.He raised his head, and said in a very flat tone: "I only know one trick in my life. If I use it in the human world, I'm afraid it will hurt innocent people!"

"Hahahahaha!" Cui Yu twitched her beautiful lips, laughing louder and louder. "Stupid! That day you were almost beaten to death by me, and that's it, you refused to make a move?"

"One life is a life, and the lives of a hundred people are also a life." Lingran lowered her eyes, behind her was the golden Ben Lei, her whole body was almost integrated with the sword energy, and she was as white as ice.

"You don't understand, so you are a demon." Lingran finally stood in the seven thousand sword qi, her white clothes were as motionless as a clock, and argued with Cui Yu for the last time. "I don't understand either, but my heart will never choose the way of the devil."

"The kindness of a woman!" Cui Yu sneered.

Lingran opened her mouth, and finally smiled at Cui Yu suddenly.Smile like the spring breeze in February. "I wish to be with the light! I wish to be with the dust! Therefore, I want to kill you!"

The sword energy gathered and formed at this moment, and the sky over the Shaoling Plateau was lowered by half.The white light breaks the black air, and wherever it passes, all the dark and decadent trends are silently eliminated.

Qingliu Dalang protected Lingran without saying a word, everything covered by the red clothes turned into a thunderstorm.

The wind and rain raged violently, and the sky above the Shaoling Plateau was completely dark, even the sun that had just risen was hidden behind the storm.The sound of thunder boomed, as if it came from the ground.Hundreds of purple lightning bolts bloomed in the sky with gnarled flower trees.

On that day, the rivers and seas poured backwards, mountain torrents rushed in from the cliffs, and all the Shaoling Plateau turned into a vast ocean.Cui Yuren was on the water, and gradually, a pair of black magic horns suddenly appeared on the top of his head, his face changed from a peerless handsome man to a ferocious devil, his ten fingers were pointed, and the nails were about three inches long.

The ten nails were curved like hooks, black and shiny, and were drawn towards Lingran's face.

In the Jiange, Lingran only learned the trick of returning to the sect with ten thousand swords.He gathered all the spiritual energy in his body, his tongue burst into thunder, and he shouted violently: "Take your life!"

Immediately, the person swooped down from mid-air, seven thousand sword qi split through layers of rain and fog, and gathered into a huge beam of white light amidst the thunder and lightning.The white light was everywhere, and the lightning seemed to see a very favorite baby, and they all hugged the white light, like the brightest flower under the Milky Way blooming in the light beam.

white light.purple flower.

It is thousands of fiery trees and silver flowers.

After a while, the snow-white sword air gathered into a ball of light.The ball of light rolled bigger and bigger, and finally gathered into a snow-white sphere the size of the entire Shaoling Plateau, and smashed towards Cui Yu.

At that moment, it was like an asteroid falling into the sky.Cui Yu was forced into the water from the top of his head by the sword energy, nailing it inch by inch into the depths of the mud.

Lingran's spiritual energy was also exhausted in an instant, and she fell backwards on her back.

Qingliu Dalang rushed forward and hugged Lingran into his arms.As far as he could see, in the depths of the yellow mud, Cui Yu was being crushed inch by inch by the sword energy into mud, and then he was trapped by the mud again, unable to break free.

Qingliu Dalang sneered, and then threw a golden Qiankun bag from his hand. "cover!"

This dark golden Qiankun bag shines brilliantly in the water, but it is as soft as the bubbles spit out by a fish, wrapping Cui Yu who was oblate into a puddle of mud.

"receive!"

Cui Yu was still struggling, but the Qiankun bag was closed suddenly.

There was a demon in the Qiankun bag, which was extremely heavy, and Qingliu Dalang reached into it to stir it, and pinched the Qiankun bag in his hand to recite the formula.After a while, the universe bag shrank sharply, becoming only the size of a fist.He carefully put the universe bag containing the demon head into his arms, and supported Lingran.

The tide receded gradually, and the two of them walked in the waist-deep muddy water, their faces pale with exhaustion.They looked at each other with smiles in their eyes.

"... Heh! Finally, the devil is over!" Lingran panted heavily, her smiling eyes crooked.

"Yes, baby is the most powerful!" Qingliu Dalang immediately flattered him positively.

Normally, Lingran would definitely refute him, but at this moment, a heavy stone has just been removed from his heart, and only the corners of his lips are curled up.

Lingran's ears were full of torrential rain, and there were still remnants of fiery trees and silver flowers between his fingers.He seemed to suddenly understand something, touched the barrier that he hadn't crossed in Jiange for ten years, his heart relaxed, and he unconsciously leaned his whole body weight on Qingliu Dalang.

He rested his pillow on Qingliu Dalang's shoulder, and added with a faint smile: "It's not as powerful as Zunshen!"

Qingliu Dalang was taken aback, turned his head to look, Lingran leaned on his shoulder, his eyes were slightly closed, and his eyelashes were trembling in the wind and rain.Seeing his gaze, Lingran reluctantly twitched the corners of her mouth at him and smiled silently.Immediately, he tilted his head, half-closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Qingliu Dalang lightly hugged Lingran by the waist, and walked step by step from the mud to the other side, to the depths of Dong'an Temple.

In the chaos where the sky was getting dark and it was getting dark, Ling Ran vaguely heard the soft sound of clothes rubbing against each other.He muttered something ignorantly. "what time is it now?"

Qingliu Dalang paused, glanced at the sky, and then at Lingran who was still half asleep.Cautiously said: "Baby, you..."

what do you mean by that?

The corners of Lingran's lips turned up slightly, as if he understood Qingliu Dalang's unfinished question, and unexpectedly explained a sentence. "What time is it?"

"It should be time past."

"Is it almost the time of day?" Lingran moved uncomfortably, subconsciously grabbed Qingliu Dalang's chest, and muttered again. "It's so late, little monk, I'm going to clean up and get ready to be a master of the Tang Dynasty!"

After all, he laughed self-deprecatingly.

Qingliu Dalang paused, and when he looked intently again, Lingran had already fallen asleep, still clutching his chest tightly, this time lying in his arms in a very comfortable position.It was like the Mani orb coiled under his dragon many years ago.

Qingliu Dalang's heart was shocked, and he finally thought of something, and he also hooked his lips and smiled.

Holding Lingran in his arms, Qingliu Dalang walked to Dong'an Temple with a mouthful of spiritual energy reluctantly.When passing through the courtyard of the temple, the figure under the red clothes has gradually faded.When the wind blows, the clothes are turned, and the bare arms exposed outside the wide cuffs gradually turn into a dragon body, with dark black scales each the size of a porcelain bowl.Under the scales, black dragon blood oozes out, staining the heavy clothes.

He was lucky, he dragged his feet and found the abode where he had rested spiritually before, and carefully placed him on the cave.

Lingran breathed sweetly and long, Qingliu Dalang's dark golden vertical pupils narrowed slightly, then tilted his head, half of his body was covered with scales, and fell into a deep sleep with his arms around him.

When Lingran woke up, he felt like a huge boulder was weighing on his body, making him unable to breathe.He coughed desperately twice, opened his eyes, pushed his hand, and it was an extremely cold embrace.

The nose is filled with the rich fragrance of Shenshui, strand after strand, as if pearls and jade are floating and sinking in sea water.

Lingran then understood that Da Lang probably fell asleep while holding him down again.He turned over and sat up, and pushed Qingliu Dalang in, seeing that the man's face was as pale as a white window paper, and the blood-like red clothes seemed to be a bit duller.Qingliu Dalang's eyelashes were closed, but the two lips under the high bridge of the nose were slightly raised, and he didn't know what good things he saw in his dream.

Lingran got off the bed softly, turned around and took a look, after all, she still took the thin quilt to cover it for Qingliu Dalang.His hand touched the arm outside the red coat, and he froze for a moment.

The dark black scales have golden light flowing beneath them.

Lingran endured it, but she couldn't. She stretched out her hand and carefully touched it with the tips of her nails.Seeing that Qingliu Dalang didn't move, he put his whole palm on it again, and rubbed the two dragon scales fiercely.

"Hey hey hey..."

Lingran gritted her teeth and smiled silly for a long time.Then he carefully looked at Qingliu Dalang's eyebrows, from the tip of his nose to the two thick eyebrows, tracing its winding strokes with his fingertips stroke by stroke.

"Da Lang..." Lingran murmured and sighed. "How many secrets have you hidden, and why did you follow me?"

If in the end, there is no happy ending between him and him, where should this paradoxical relationship be placed?

Lingran lowered her eyes, and sat on the edge of the couch in a daze, with her fingertips resting on those two slightly raised lips.Even when he was asleep, Qingliu Dalang looked like a very indifferent person, exuding an aura of being unapproachable.

He is the only one who can easily pass through all the defenses of Qingliu Dalang, entering and exiting as if entering no one's land.

"I don't know how long you can maintain your human body this time, alas!"

He sighed spiritually, and if he continued to coil like this, he almost had a deep suspicion that the contract he signed with this guy in the temple was really a spiritual pet contract!

Maybe it was because his thoughts were too soft, he bent down spiritually, and for the first time in his life, he took off the black boots for another man.

Under the thin quilt, Qingliu Dalang remained motionless, cold... like an unfathomable sea.

Maybe one day, he will drown in it and never survive.

Lingran turned her head hastily, turned around and staggered out of the abode, and then let out a long breath.There was silence in the hallway, not even a ghost in Dong'an Temple.

Ah!He is alone, guarding this temple, as if he really came to Datang to become a monk.