MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 106

The sea flowing in the North Nether is not so much water as it is more like a clear world.

When the boat was on the water, it could still float. Once a person was in it, the top of his head seemed to be crushed by an inseparable palm.

The powerful monk is not Wang Bajing, and he will endure it in ten days and a half months. He was really pressed in the water for three years and five years, not to mention the flesh and blood, which was made of gold inlaid with jade.

The sound of water around is as quiet as death, and seems to be immobile. Only when one of them tries to challenge the power of the North Underworld, he will receive a lesson from Mount Tai.

Yan Zhengming tried several times to forcibly break the weight of the top with the sword, but felt like he was shaking the tree.

A mortal—even a mortal who has already entered the realm of sword gods, he is still an ant in front of the sea of ​​the North Underworld.

Cheng Qianfang's tit-for-tat confrontation with Tang Yan seemed to have spent all his mind. At this moment, his eyes were a little confused, no matter where he was doing, and wherever he pulled him, there was always Yan Zhengming. This feeling-it seems that as long as he let go of himself, Cheng Qian will be able to melt into the sea for a long time, even if he is soaked into a floating body, he has no opinion.

Before Yan Zhengming was scared to death by him, I do n’t know if the painting soul is clean now. I dare not stimulate him any more, and I dare not expect any useful suggestions from him, but he is too quiet around him. He opened his mouth to break the silence, cautiously teased Cheng Qian, and said: "Although the feeling of love seems to be quite decent, but I was brilliant and brilliant in my life, I couldn't be so quiet and silent!"

Cheng Qian listened to his words, and finally got a reaction, his eyes moved slightly, and the corner of his mouth stiffened.

Yan Zhengming seized his tiny reaction, and hurriedly reiterated: "Hey, if you say that Tang Yun is a soul-stealing lamp, isn't the ghost of the whole world sent by him alone, whoever he wants to attach to Who is it attached to and can travel thousands of miles in the blink of an eye? "

Yan Zhengming sighed casually, but when she came here, she suddenly realized that the matter was serious.

He frowned, before waiting for Cheng Qian to answer, then he said to himself: "I remembered it, so he was clamoring to lock Han Yuan on Fuyao Mountain in front of Shifangfang at that time, not to sell me face, I was worried that Han Yuan really turned back to the shore and took the trouble to clean up the chaos in the southern Xinjiang, didn't he? He just said that he was running with millions of grievances, and there will be dead people when there is chaos. He is afraid that the world will not be chaotic. "

With his voice, Cheng Qian's scattered eyes gathered slightly.

Yan Zhengming: "You said he didn't get the golden lotus leaves from here. Will he go to Han Yuan for their trouble next time? Bronze coins, what the **** is going on with you, can you just let me out? I watch you panic!"

Cheng Qian closed his eyes slightly, lowered his head to rest his forehead on his shoulder, and clasped his hands tightly, like a frozen beast, trying to get a little bit of body temperature from him.

Cheng Qian is cold and unwilling to be tired of others. Occasionally, Yan Zhengming wants to try the "ear-sharpening". If he can't grind it for three and a half sentences, he will be annoyed as soon as he rarely does.

Yan Zhengming was somewhat flattered at first, then softly softened her voice and asked, "What's wrong? Are you ... because of Tang Jun's uncomfortable heart? Or the sequelae of the soul ..."

"Not because of him--brother, do you know how to listen to Qiankun?" Cheng Qian buried his head on his shoulder, and his voice sounded dull. "The three kings said before the ten-square array, 'You are all deceived by Qiankun. 'It's what he said ... it's on me now. "

That ear mark?

Yan Zhengming froze and asked, "What is listening to Qian Kun?"

"It's an inheritance, one ..." The words behind Cheng Qian were automatically silenced. He opened his mouth several times and tried to reveal some clues in different terms. But there was an inviolable force in the bottom of the world that made him say no. When he came out, Cheng Qian's fingers fell into Yan Zhengming's clothes fiercely, and he felt that those words were going to blow his chest.

After your Yuanshen has repaired it by yourself, you will understand that the heritage that I sealed here is forbidden, and no one can tell the secrets of Qiankang—including the dead.

Cheng Qian couldn't yell. He finally figured out how the martial arts' demon seals were subject to Tian Yan. Finally, he knew what the so-called "ten party vows" was, and finally understood why Shang Wannian It is necessary to let him accept the inheritance when Yuanshen is completely restored, and finally understand the dignified White Tiger Mountain Villa owner, why he has been hiding from the world and seeing himself, and has become an old lunatic ...

But these secrets were all trapped in his heart after listening to Qian Kun's prohibition, and he must keep this secret lonely all his life.

Yan Zhengming was unknown at first. Suddenly, he seemed to feel something. He reached out a hand and reached Cheng Qian's chest. Then he frowned, and asked softly, "This is a ban on ..."

What exactly is that ear-shaped imprint? Why can I unlock the painting soul? And why can Cheng Qian pick the golden lotus leaves without limit?

There were countless doubts in Yan Zhengming's heart for a while, but Cheng Qian couldn't say anything. He had to swallow all the problems back into his stomach, and patted his back gently, for fear that it would block him again.

Cheng Qian took a deep breath and reluctantly settled down, pretending to be relaxed: "Since you won't let me say it, don't mention it first-Tang Yan ... I don't think he will give up, since he can say 'million The grievance should be on him ', that is, there must be arrangements. Although Han Yuan may not beat him, he may not fight him. "

Yan Zhengming: "Anyway, we have to get out of here first. This Beiming looks like a dead sea. If it sinks like this, we may really sink into the eighteenth floor of hell."

"Dead Sea ..." Cheng Qian repeated it lowly, and suddenly thought of something, he caught the frost blade on the side of the waist, closed his eyes for a moment, released Yan Zhengming, and waved a sword.

Yan Zhengming's eyes brightened. This is exactly the trick of Fugui Mujian to return to Guizhen.

Withered wood is the vitality in the Jedi. It is very useful here, but Yan Zhengming hasn't had time to boast a "this response is very savvy." I saw a looming sword air floating out of the frost blade, gently and silky, Unfortunately, the sword holder's state of mind was not stable, and the meaning of the sword failed to melt into the seawater. He disappeared after a while.

Cheng Qian snorted, frowned slightly, and was about to start again, but Yan Zhengming held his wrist.

Yan Zhengming said: "Withered in the spring, the dead tree is saying that the heavenly path leaves a glimmer of life for all things. With this, you can have two, then two and then three, and then three things."

Even though Cheng Qian couldn't tell, the depression and stasis in the sword's meaning could not lie to anyone, especially Jian Xiu.

Yan Zhengming looked at him sternly for a moment: "But why is there only the meaning of jedi killing in your sword, what are you thinking?"

Cheng Qianyi was speechless.

Yan Zhengming looked dignified. Suddenly, he grasped Cheng Qian's hand holding Frost Blade and whispered, "Look."

Unfamiliar sword gas poured into the frost blade through the intersection of the two hands, and Yan Zhengming's completely different real yuan instantly wiped out the thin frost that had not changed all year round on the fierce sword, exposing the original bright sword body.

Then, the long sword tumbling rolled out of Frost Blade, turning the circle to stir the sea water in front of the two, and Frost Blade "hum" a tremor, and the original frozen North Water instantly burst a huge The splash of water was first line, then exploded in place, radiating in all directions.

The surrounding seawater was constantly stirred, and it was boiled down one after another. This dead wood flower seemed to emerge from the gap. The vitality was very strong, and it spread to the sea area in a blink of an eye.

The next moment, the buoyancy lost under the entire North Ninghai reunited, and the two soon stopped sinking.

Yan Zhengming didn't let go of Cheng Qian's hand holding the sword, and looked straight into his eyes and said, "This is the dead tree, do you want me to teach you again for Master? Give me half-dead horns, you just wait Be cleaned up! "

Cheng Qian didn't have time to admit his mistake and shouted, "Be careful!"

Just listening to the loud noise, the agitated sea water was rushing around in shock, as if to crush two people alive, and under the crisis, Cheng Qianmei ’s energylessness finally dissipated. The guards were really released, but even so, the two were still hit by a slapstick.

The two of them floated up at a very abnormal speed, getting faster and faster. The sea water around them had become chaotic, and no one dared to open their eyes for a while.

I don't know how long they "flyed" in the water. Suddenly, the two of them lightened lightly. After a humming sound, Cheng Qian and Yan Zhengming pierced the surface of Beiming Sea with a sword gas, and dehydrated.

Yan Zhengming had eaten enough of the suffering of the Beiming Sea, and when he escaped, he immediately took out the wooden sword and did not dare to stay in the sea of ​​this evil gate. He pulled Cheng Qian and flew out like a lightning: "Go! Get out of here first! "

The abyss and the sea wall that had been elevated because of the Daxueshan secret have been blasted flat. They no longer dare to take a leisurely boat as they came, and Yu Jian flew thousands of miles away in one breath.

Cheng Qian finally found the opportunity to say, "Still wait for this matter to end, and you can pack me up again-do you think Tang Yan will go to Han Yuan immediately?"

Yan Zhengming: "When I first entered the secret place of Daxue Mountain, I felt that the Yuanshen Sword left by Li Li before leaving was touched. You also know that Li Li's person will not die until he is imminent. He will never touch these lives. Things ... leaving this sea, I can probably feel the direction of the Yuanshen Sword, or else follow me? "

After such a stimulus, Cheng Qian seemed to have just left the ice pond that year, and finally recovered his vitality slowly.

"You have to find the year of the monkey and the year of the monkey?" Cheng Qian said, "You can't be like Tang Yan. As long as there is a ghost, his Yuanshen can flow from the end of the world to the cape at any time, until our Royal Sword rushes past. It's cold. Besides killing a bunch of ghosts, he can create a new one. It's useless. "

Yan Zhengming: "Do you mean that we take a salary at the bottom of the kettle and go directly to his ontology lamp? Then you have a clue?"

Cheng Qian: "Think, don't rush."

"Wait, be careful!" Yan Zhengming suddenly made the wooden sword make a sharp turn in the air without any warning. As soon as he raised his shoulders during the fishing process, Frost Blade screamed, and the two stopped at the same time.

Cheng Qian followed his gaze and saw a gray ghost floating not far from them, holding a milky halo in his hands, waiting for them in the air.

Yan Zhengming: "Is that the ghost of Tang Ye? Wait here, do you want to observe for his master to see if we are dead?"

Cheng Qian didn't make a sound, followed the halo Yujian forward.

Yan Zhengming hurried to catch up: "Slow down, these ghosts exploding are not cheaper than ordinary monks blasting Yuanshen ... hey, why is he?"

Cheng Qian looked dignified: "Rokuro?"

This ghost is actually the young man Liu Lang who has been with Tang Yan!

At that time, Liu Lang was put to death by Jiang Peng, Cheng Qian used his true Yuan to nail his three souls and seven souls to the flesh, and entrusted Nian greatly to bring Liu Lang to Tang Jun, who is proficient in soul, to save lives.

Tang Yan gave him a lingering life, Liu Lang felt his life-saving grace, and has been following Tang Yan sadly and sternly, serving him as a Taoist, even if he has the opportunity to stay in Fuyaoshan as he did in the past. ——

Yan Zhengming lost his voice: "Isn't this kid ... Tang Yang is too heartbroken!"

Cheng Qian reached out and tore off a piece of shredded cloth on his body, using Frost Blade as a knife, and sketched a precise heart-breaking charm three or two times, and raised his hand and patted him on the chest of Ghost Shadow Liu Lang.

This clear heart charm is not the same as the semi-finished product of Cheng Qian's accidentally hitting a hundred years ago. As soon as he fell into Liu Lang's body, Liu Lang's eyes suddenly became clear, and even the gray air on his face faded a lot. Waking up in a nightmare, he fixed his eyes on Cheng Qian for a moment: "Elder Cheng."

Cheng Qian quickly said: "Do n’t you even let go of you? Do you know where the soul eater is? Your soul should not be fully refined. If you take us quickly, you may be free. It's too late ... "

Liu Lang smiled slightly: "Senior, it's too late."

He held up the light in his hands, and the group of white-light tired birds flew to Cheng Qian as he came home. Before he approached, Cheng Qian felt it. This was the true Yuan he had hit into Liu Lang that year.

Liu Lang said: "I will escape if I fight all the nails that my predecessor nailed to my soul. It will lead me here. I'm afraid I can't wait for you. Fortunately, God has mercy on me. It belongs to its owner. "

That Yuan Yuan went straight into Cheng Qian's palm, at the same time, Liu Lang's soul became darker and lighter, it seemed as if the soul was about to disappear.

"The body of the lamp is hidden in a piece of ice heart fire on Fuyao Mountain. The ice heart fire taken by the predecessors of the year was divided into two by him, one was brought into the snow mountain, and the other was left in Fuyao. The Fuyao Mountain is under the eyes of Yan, and you may not feel it. "

After Liu Lang said this, the whole person had faded into a shadow, Cheng Qian instinctively reached out and grabbed, but only caught a handful of air containing the sea breeze, and the young boy dissipated silently, shaking in the heavens and the earth. Go, no more.

The two looked at each other, and the royal sword flew towards Fuyao Mountain like a shooting star.

"I also sealed the mountain for him," Yan Zhengming said, "but he really waited for home."

The two walked to the Arctic Icefield, passed the Xuanwutang again, and alarmed the bell that was flying over it, but this time, no one came out to look at it.

Xuanwutang, which is far north of the pan, looks like a huge shadow. It sits deadly on the white snow for thousands of miles. It is silent as if there is no human being. A dilapidated Xuanwu flag floats in the air, freezing.

Yan Zhengming: "What's going on?"

Cheng Qian glanced over and said, "Xu Xu is dead."

Cheng Qian's voice faded, and Frost Blade was suddenly pulled out. A "Looking at the Tide" plummeted from the air to Xuanwu Tang. A black air rose from the sky, and was cut off by Frost Blade. He twisted and struggled in the air, as if he made a miserable Screamed, then disappeared unwillingly.

Yan Zhengming was stunned: "Is this the demon who has become an entity?"

Cheng Qian: "I guess he was either killed by Han Yuan, or he did something stupid by going into the devil ... every situation is very troublesome."

The two almost turned into two meteors in the snow and ice.

At the same time, Tang Ying, who had transferred the Yuanshen to Shu through the ghost, took a deep breath, and the immortal monster dragon was as fragile under his palm as it was vulnerable.

The blood in front of Tang Yan was pervasive, and even his vision was blurred.

At this moment of seeing the blood, all the calculations in his heart were dying. Tang Jun had the illusion that he had held supreme authority, and he felt the incomparable power.

This is the devil. There is nowhere in heaven or underground, and there are no rules that can restrain him. All sentient beings are like ants gnawing at his feet.

He is the master of Ghost Road, all ghosts are his distractions, and he is a man of countless forces—

The golden lotus leaves are ruined, can't you wait for the next time?

Who else is his opponent today?

Tang Yan's heart swelled indefinitely, and he finally fell into the magical instinct and saw the blood, let alone Tang Yuan, even Han Yuan, Tong Ru ... they were all unable to control themselves.

The blood mist of Demon Dragon Han Yuan suffered heavy blows from both sides, but he refused to step back. Tang Xuan looked down at him and said, "Don't you think this is ridiculous? The fruits of a million grievances should be here now. With my destiny, even if you stand here, you just die in vain, why not? "

Even if Han Yuan had reached this point, there was still a scornful mouth that was unhappy when he saw others proud, and sneered: "I often hear people who are decent people put" Xingtianxingdao "on their lips, and occasionally it is already very Shame for them, I never expected that there is also a stranger like Tang You who opened your mouth and shut up in Heaven ’s magic, who is your **** sitting on a bench with? ”

Half of Tang's giant claws had already fallen into his body, Han Yuan gasped for a few moments, and Kankan kept the Devil Dragon's body. His mouth was still indifferent: "You ... uh ... are new Well, then I have to tell you, those who do us evil demons, hang this kind of mouth around every day, all day, but make people laugh! "

Tang Yan smiled helplessly: "You really don't see the coffin or cry."

Han Yuan sighed angrily, the whole dragon body reached the extreme, as if the flesh was boiling.

He gave a painful growl, but he still clenched his teeth. He seemed to be ups and downs in his life, but in fact he was following the waves, and he couldn't help himself.

When it was time to move forward, he was retreating, and when it was time to hold back, he couldn't help it.

Over the years, he has either painfully advanced on erroneous paths or painfully regretted them.

Maybe some people just want to die until they know how much understanding and persistence the four words "advance and retreat are appropriate".

"Tiandao ..." Han Yuan said lowly, "My Fuyao faction has been humane since ancient times. What does this **** have to do with us?"

The puddle suddenly turned into a Tonghe, and he flung him towards Tang Ye in disregard of her body. She opened her mouth and wondered how to call Tang Ye, called "Baba", as if she had scolded herself, called "Daddy", I think this person is not worth it.

So she just spit out a true flame of Samadhi and burned it directly to the ghost that grabbed Han Yuan's body.

Li Yan: "Puddle, you get me back!"

Han Yuan said angrily: "Go away, the grudges between our demon heads, what's wrong with your fat punk!"

The puddle cried, "You're fat, you're fat all over the door!"

Tang Yan turned to the puddle expressionlessly, and the ghost image reunited into a dead hand again, a wing grabbing at the puddle.

The puddle cleverly avoided the air, wearing a fiery fire. She was like a phoenix passing through, and the beating flames carried countless ghosts. The puddle shouted to Tang Ying: "I was not born of blood. Disaster, I will one day be the most powerful demon king in the world! I am born of Tong He, and have no father! "

Tang Yan's eyes bounced awkwardly, and the large claws formed by the ghostly shadows scatter, and he unknowingly re-coagulated behind the puddle.

Li Yan: "Be careful!"

The giant hand grabbed Tong He's slender neck, and the puddle was desperately struggling, and the red feathers fell down. Tang Yan looked in his eyes, and his indifferent face flashed for a moment, but immediately, Covered by icy killing.

At this moment, a fuzzing bird of unknown species rushed forward without fear, and opened his mouth to spit out a wooden sign in the mouth, which was buckled on the puddle, and the wooden sign burst into a dazzling white light. The shot went out—it was that rune, which was painted by Tang Xun two hundred years ago. The demon queen didn't want to use it until his death, but now he turned to its original owner.

The hairy bird fluttered and whispered, "King, queen's egg, run, run ... oh!"

It was nailed to the ground by a ghost that had turned into an awl, and wretched a bit, and died. 2k novel reading network