MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 28

Cheng Qian ran all the way with Li Kun and ran to the deck. When he braved his head, he was almost smoked by the salty stench, and then he saw the strange shape in the sky—the sky was clear and cloudy at this time. The black clouds spread out to the hard-to-see places, covering up the only remaining sky.

All the ships on the sea stopped, and only the predecessors who swaggered like the big moths in the sky also fell down, one by one stepping on the decks of their ships, their faces were like enemies, and many juniors I do n’t know why, so I also coaxed Yangzidi to look up at the sky, and the gazed eyes seemed to be waiting collectively for the rain to fall.

Li Yan was restless, walking back and forth, and at the same time he barely heard the question, said Cheng Qian, "Is that the person? What is he doing?"

Cheng Qian suddenly thought of Tang Yan, and replied: "Maybe I am going to catch the souls of a few monks and go back to practice while there are many people in Xianshi."

Li Min looked at him in horror.

"Catch and pick the few who will fly in the sky. It's not your turn, rest assured," Cheng Qian said, looking around, "Where's Master?"

At this time, a screaming hawk came from afar, and then strange laughter began to echo between heaven and earth. They were male and female, old and young, each smiling and mixed into a horrible harmony. . The laughter was low and trivial at first, then gradually increased, and finally reached the level of hissing exhaustion, the image had to explain what "ghost crying wolf".

Li took a few steps back, covering his ears with both hands: "What is this?"

Surrounded by chaos, Cheng Qian's chest was dull, and Yan Zhengming, who did not know where he came from, grabbed his shoulder, and the familiar orchid fragrant Cheng Qian's face.

Yan Zheng yelled angrily, "What are you two doing out? Come into the cabin!"

Cheng Qian looked around and didn't see the real person of Mu Chun, and finally felt a little panicked. He grabbed Yan Zhengming's sleeve and asked, "Master, what about Master?"

"I don't know, I'm looking for it," Yan Zhengming faced Shen Sishui, "Don't get in the way outside, just go in ..."

The tingling laughter soon overwhelmed his voice, Yan Zhengming frowned and closed his mouth tightly.

Needless to say, Li Yan is the one who is most prone to avoiding harm. He has already entered the cabin from the good, but Cheng Qian is not so good at it. Yan Zhengming has no time to talk to him at this time, so he has to push it again and again and force him. Also stuffed into the cabin.

Han Yuan was hiding uneasily in the cabin, which had already had wind-proof and sway-proof lights.

When Cheng Qian saw him, he sank—he saw the puddle sitting in Han Yuan's arms.

The chase they made was tied by a ribbon of colored silk around the puddle of the puddle, but they did not expect that she had just been thrown by the master as soon as the amulet had just entered the puddle.

Yan Zhengming finally came in, his face was extremely ugly, pale and blue, and after a few breaths, he freed his hand to cover his mouth, and pressed his back against the door beam, as if trying to suppress the desire for retching. hope.

After a while, Yan Zhengming said: "I have smelled this smell, and the Soul Eater lamp is this smell."

Li Yan, who had been leaning against the window, whispered, "Shh, look at heaven."

Cheng Qian raised his eyes and saw that there were many dim figures in the dark sky.

Those people were all ragged and completely invisible. They were floating in the air and there were thousands of people who made this East China Sea like a Naiheqiao ferry.

Ghosts ... how can there be so many?

How powerful is Jiang Peng, the ghost?

The dark clouds tumbled in the air, and the undercurrents undulated in the water. Only the bullish and sacred cultists saw this situation. They all seemed to encounter the natural enemy's yellow sheep. Let Cheng Qian see the stalemate and stalemate from their severe array of waiting And fear.

A thunderbolt "Kara" in the air split half of the room, and a thick black gas passed through the air like a dragon entering the sea. It was clear to everyone that one person had already been sitting on the dark cloud.

The man was dressed in a gray robe, with a terminally ill-failed ashes on his face, his eyelids were lowered, and he looked like a fierce ghost, holding on to all beings under the clouds.

Cheng Qian glimpsed Yan Zhengming holding the back of his hand, and the blue tendons jumped out.

As soon as Moxiu appeared, Cheng Qian jumped out of countless incredible things in his heart. He suspected that something was wrong with Master ’s ear. Did Master really call this Brother?

Cheng Qian couldn't imagine it anyway, this man was actually produced by Fuyaoshan, which is a chicken flying dog.

What master can surrender these two apprentices?

The senior immortals were even more frustrated than Cheng Qian imagined. No one dared to be the devil's head, and wondered how long he secretly shoved and shoved, and only one was pushed out to break the deadlock.

I saw an old man with white beard on the boat next to him, struck the deck gently with a crutch in his hand, hesitated, and said in a polite tone: "I am about to go to Qinglong Island for ten years. I do n’t know what Jiang Daoyou meant to stop here? "

He was almost polite, but unfortunately the big devil didn't seem to buy much.

"The fair is once every ten years in Xian City. How many younger generations are showing up, how lively ..." Jiang Peng, who was sick and ghostly on the cloud, opened his mouth. His voice was soft and soft, and his words were sticking together. Cold, always felt that he was about to spit out his teeth.

Jiang Peng smiled with a gentle smile: "I'm just here to make fun, by the way, look at the good seedlings that can be cultivated. With the qualifications of the monarchs, you don't need to be so nervous."

This was Cheng Qian's first time to see Guixiu, and he felt completely different from the few words on the wall. He was almost shocked.

What kind of face can such a thing that is so inhuman and inhuman, even if it means to live and become a thousand-year-old tortoise for 80,000 years?

Who cares about him? Who will be nice to him? Who takes him seriously?

The old man with white beard was stabbed softly and hardly, his face twitched slightly, and he didn't say anything.

The two sides were almost deadlocked in the stormy sea-since the other party was only one person, even the silence was quite awkward at this time.

Cheng Qian involuntarily held down the waist wooden sword, and said, "I want to have swords like them, and their skills, just come forward and let him roll away to make way."

In fact, he now has such an impulse, not only knowing the subconscious impulse, but also knowing, let alone fight with the big devil, he can't even earn the master's hand that is pressed high on his shoulder by his height. open.

Finally, there was a dare to speak in each of the fairy gates on the boat, only to hear the anger of one person broke the silence, and shouted: "The demon is outside, go!"

In just this sentence, everyone's eyes were attracted to the past. Cheng Qianmeng made a mistake, broke free from Yan Zhengming's hands, boldly probed his upper body out, lay on the window, and wanted to see what was being said. Who is man.

It was a woman who looked like she was twenty or thirty years old and very young, but there was no sun and moon in the mountains, and the practitioners were at will, and being young didn't explain anything.

She was standing on a small boat with a penny of money, probably a little shy in her pockets. She was wearing a new and old robe, a semi-male and female robe style, and a small patch of cuffs on her back. With a tattered package and a sword, even the scabbard was rusty.

This aunt explained exactly what "gray head and dirt face" is, not to mention any color.

Cheng Qian's ears were sharp, and he heard the whispers of the Jianxiu disciples not far away.

"Who is that? Don't you die?"

"Shh--that's Mu Lanshan Tang late autumn."

"What? She ... is that Tang Wanqiu? The one practicing the lunatic sword ..."

"Why is she here?"

"Well ... but just one ... it's overwhelming."

Cheng Qian sharply heard the words "Mu Lanshan" in a noise.

She is also named Tang ... what does it have to do with the male ghost Tang Yan?

Can not let him think about it, a large group of ghosts without grief and joy turned to Tang Wanqiu, the dark clouds turned endless suffocation and malice, the boatman was scared to shrink himself into a ball, only hated that he could not cast into the sea.

Jiang Peng glanced at Tang Wanqiu and didn't put her in his eyes. He suddenly pursed his lips as a whistle, screamed like a thorn, and stabbed straight into everyone's ears. Cheng Qian felt only a roar in his ears. For a moment, he almost suspected that he was deaf.

Immediately afterwards, all ghosts condensed into a group of black dragons, and rushed to the Mai Aunt Dou on the broken ship. The boatman screamed and finally was intolerable. He hurriedly poured water into the water and was unable to make it. , Bite up.

The boatman was almost bitten into a Tieguai Li by a sharp ghost, and a sharp sword came in, breaking the ghost and neck.

Tang Wanqiu's sword looked grey, but inside was extremely clear and almost dazzling. I saw this gray-faced woman standing on the broken ship's bow, standing with her sword, and thousands of ghosts rolled her alone. Among them.

Even the bright Jianguang can only disappear from time to time in this thick black mist. The harsh ghost cries and smirks are mixed with the sound of the sea water. Tang Wanqiu was hidden in the black mist almost instantly, only occasionally exposed. A little embarrassing whereabouts.

She was alone on the cusp of the wind, even if it was a wolverine, but also a nearly wolverine.

She didn't seem to care about other people trying to protect themselves from the wall. The sharp corners on her face were so firm that she seemed to have become a living cynicism.

Cheng Qian could not blink his eyes, but he quickly found that something wrong. Tang Wan Qiu Jianguang flew up and down.

However, the demon deity is always sitting on the cloud with his legs up leisurely. Seeing the excitement, the ghosts are rising again and again. For example, the same source is constantly gathering in the air and continually flutters to Tang Wanqiu. .

Cheng Qian frowned, faintly feeling that Tang Zhenren could not really fight that magic repair.

There is no such thing as invincible truth, that the big devil's means are so powerful, no matter how hard her bones are, she is only a flesh and blood body.

Suddenly a loud noise, Tang Wanqiu suppressed the exclaiming in her throat, and saw that the boat she was stepping on was overwhelmed, but it was split in half. Tang Zhenren was able to step on his sword, and the sword rose. It was quickly suppressed by the group of ghosts, and for a while it seemed to be born.

Someone exclaimed, but no one helped her.

At this moment, a feather arrow suddenly emerged out of the air, forming a residual image in the air, penetrating the black mist wrapped around Tang Zhenren mercilessly, and a hoarse sound was emitted when the tail feather broke. It was sharp, the ghosts had not panic, and they had receded, but Yu Jian was undecided, and flew straight towards the demon repair on the cloud, as sharp as the first piercing dark light at dawn.

Cheng Qiangmen turned his head and saw his master in shock.

The real person of Mu Chun left the big boat and was standing on a tattered boat. The boatman and the original passengers had no idea where to hide. The clothes of the real man were sticking to him.

His humpback's back and skeleton were thin and indestructible, like a shriveled old hairless poultry.

Compared with him, even the poor Tang Wanqiu seemed to be more respectable.

Cheng Qian pushed Li Li away and ran out of the cabin, picking up on the side of the ship. He saw Master holding a set of ordinary bows and arrows, presumably the original passenger was hanging on the ship, and there were wood chips in his nails, which seemed to be temporarily carved with a spell on the bow and arrow.

And the rock-shaking arrow seemed to have exhausted his strength throughout the body. The real figure of Muchun looked a little bit stunned. He supported himself with a long bow and barely stood on a crumbling boat, almost like a fall in the wind. Shivering dried leaves.

Moxiu was driven very passively by that arrow. He rolled over and rolled down from the dark cloud, hung in the air, and stared coldly at the real person on the ship.

Mu Chun opened his mouth, seemed to want to say something, but swallowed it. After a while, he smiled softly and whispered, "Jiang Peng."

"Han Muchun." An indescribable smile appeared on Moxiu's face. "Hello, good, Han Muchun, the half of the remaining half who are not ghosts, dare to take the lead."

Mu Chun slowly stopped his waist that seemed to have been tens of thousands of years old, and couldn't help but stare at the big devil's head. For a moment, his goatee tilted, and it seemed to reveal a bit wry, A sloppy smile said, "No."

Jiang Peng's face changed, his sleeves fluttered, and in time, the ghosts of the heavens all disappeared. He was a single person alone. He said tragically: "One is an immortal ant, an inhuman and inhuman waste. Just happened to be in my soul lamp and sent me to ask Ding Beiming ... "

With his words, Haitao set off a huge wave, and saw that the dark sea water suddenly boiled and seemed to tumble up. For a moment, a water-condensing dragon broke out of the water, and the violent long tail swept away. Suddenly there was a rush of people.

Mu Chun glanced back and glanced not far away and looked at Cheng Qian. He smiled and pulled out the ridiculous wooden sword around his waist, but when he was about to hit the stone with a egg, his arm was suddenly restrained by an invisible force. Living.

Mu Chun's face finally changed, and just then, a voice said in his ear: "Don't move, I'll deal with him."

Mu Chun was too late to react, and an old copper coin rolled out of his robe sleeve automatically.

When the copper coin fell to the ground, a layer of white smoke floated on it, and immediately merged into the abundant water vapor stirred by the water dragon, and went up silently.

At this time, there was chaos, and the amused Mu Chun was staring at the huge water dragon, his face changed slightly, and finally fell on an abnormal dignity.

The water dragon originally opened its mouth to bite into a large ship, and suddenly felt something, stiffened in the air. After a while, it turned into a mass of water vapor for no reason, slammed into the water, and stunned the waves.

No one had expected this change. Even Jiang Peng took a few steps back and said arbitrarily, "Who?"

The water vapor dissipated, and a group of dark shadows gathered from all sides without rushing, and finally became a person in the place where the water dragon infested before, still unable to see his face.

The man laughed lowly, and opened his mouth in a leisurely manner: "Who speaks wild words in front of this seat, and wants to ask Ding Beiming?" 2k novel reading network