MTL - My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World-Chapter 107

Sixiang Villa opened in a large array, completely banning the entire Yashan!

Mo Qianyun found the one he hated the most among the hundred monks trapped. He took out the flying sword and came straight to Jingyue!

Jing Yue quickly took the blue phoenix and carefully placed it into Xu Mijie. His eyes were cold, his heart seemed to be smashed by a sledgehammer, and a fire was burning—for Jing Wu, for Lan Feng, and for the soul in the tower. He turned this cavity into a sword and chopped the people!

The first style of Canglan swordsmanship-Yanyu Tower!

After many years of rebirth, he once again sacrificed the Canglan swordsmanship!

There was a drizzle in the air, misty, like mist and smoke, picturesque.

But in the rain lurking insidiously.

"Uh-"

The two swords collided and sparked. One of the sword-holders was crazy like fire, but the other was as calm as ice.

Jing Yue never retreated, and immediately wielded another sword, with thousands of sword lights, like a giant net intertwined by the rain and the sky, entangled Mo Qianyun, and cut a sword wound on him.

He can do cross-border killings!

With a wave of Jingyue's sleeve robe, Zhaoya Mountain came from the waterfall, and the mighty flowing water piled up one after another, rushing to Mo Qianyun from all directions.

Mo Qianyun was uneasy at first, and his cultivation was rapidly improved by refining the Hell Magic Tower. At this time, when the Magic Tower was broken, his strength was also affected, and he was forced to be everywhere by King Yue of Jindan Period. Be restrained.

Mo Qianyun was determined to kill Jing Yue and went to find the skeleton of his master. He was anxious, his movements became more chaotic and out of order.

Jing Yue found this, trying to lead the waterfall to impact the bones, Mo Qianyun was furious, screaming in his mouth, the tricks were getting bigger and bigger, Jing Yue found the opportunity, Xiao Canglan sword seemed to take it lightly, but scratched It was cold and cold, and the frost was everywhere.

——Xiao Canglan sword second style, Yuxue Yan.

Reiki continued to compress and freeze, and Mo Qianyun's figure was stagnant. Seeing that she was going to open her abdomen and straight up her brows, suddenly someone killed him in front of him, blocking Jingyue's sword.

"Head of Mo! Don't gather the wreckage of the tower yet, let's withdraw first!"

Jing Yue sneered, "The magic tower has been destroyed. Do you want to repair it again?"

The man's voice was sticky and cold, ironically: "Whether it works or not, you don't have to worry about it, you still worry about yourself!"

The last word dropped, he has raised his palm to shoot at Jing Yue! At the moment of his palm, the man's face peeled off, revealing another face, and his momentum changed.

"Blood corpse!"

After the rebellion of the demon tower of the Three Realms Temple that year, Jingyue specially found the portrait of the blood corpse old demon, just in case, I did not expect to encounter it today! He finally understood why the blood corpse old monster was dropped by Liu Yun that year, but his strength was able to recover so quickly, and he also understood why the other party could escape from the search of Sanjie Temple.

The old corpse of blood corpse has long cooperated with Mo Qianyun to refine the **** demon tower. He has been hiding in the Sixiang Villa, not far from the Three Realms Temple!

Jing Yue flashed a chill in her eyes, and her body receded quickly, but her mouth said, "You actually fell to the sky again, or are you down? I'm really curious, what is the taste of the realm of ups and downs? The Great Master Mage sends you a journey that day. , Are you satisfied? "

The old corpse devil became angry and yelled, "Jingyue, today is your death!"

Of course, Jing Yue wouldn't hit him. Although the other party is already a very watery cave, it is also a cave after all. He estimated that the blood corpse old devil was defeated by Kong Miao that year, and Cangjie fled back to the Sixiang Villa. With the help of the Hell Tower, he managed to stabilize the cave world.

Dongtianjing can open up his own space and imprison the enemy in the realm of slaughter, which is not what he can now compete with.

But Jing Yue couldn't beat him, could he still escape?

So he turned and fled, and the old blood corpse chased after him.

Jing Yue felt that the surrounding aura fluctuated violently, knowing that the blood corpse old demon had to make a big move or take him into the space of the realm, so he twisted his body and disappeared from the place.

Blood corpse floating in midair :? ? ?

What the **** is this? I think he has a wild and unrestrained love of corpses in his life. There are not a hundred or dozens of powerful masters who have offended. He has never seen anyone disappear so thoroughly, without even feeling a breath?

No, it's not noticeable, but he seems to be in all directions, but can't see anyone? !!

He pointed a finger, still no clue to Jing Yue, not even a little bit abnormal, no matter how strong the number, such a close distance can calculate an approximate orientation!

The blood corpse demon fell into deep thinking, unaware that Jing Yue quietly appeared behind him.

The water vapor in the air was frozen a little, forming an ice cone with a thick arm, and hurriedly shot at the **** old demon!

At the critical moment, the blood corpse old man made a street stance, avoiding the ice cone embarrassingly, he turned back fiercely, his face was shocked, but Jing Yue blinked innocently at him and disappeared again.

Blood corpse: "..."

Not far away, Wei Zhentu, who was entangled with the Hushan large array, secretly laughed, but heard Jing Yue's voice, "Can the large array be broken?"

Wei Zhentu froze, and replied, "It's difficult. I can see how to break the battle, but it's not enough to repair. It's not enough."

You should know that the Zongmen formation is one of the most powerful formations of each Xianmen. Especially, the Sixiang Villa is proficient in the formation. Their mountain guard formation has a total of 108 variables. They are moving at any time. It is possible to step on the dead door with a little carelessness.

Therefore, most of the monks in the field did not dare to move, and there were still many magical disciples in the villas who were attacking from time to time.

Wei Zhentu tried his best not to see through the large array, but at any rate he could open a door, but unfortunately his military value was too low. It's as if you know how to open the lock, but the lock has rusted. How can you handle it without moving it?

He only braced his head and braced himself, hoping for as long as he could, until someone found that Sixiang Villa was not the best.

At this time, Jing Yue again said, "I'll draw the blood corpse old demon, how can I use his power to break the battle?"

Wei Zhentu's eyes lightened, "Feasibility! I will tell you where you are by voice."

"Okay." Jing Yue thought about it and added: "I believe in you."

Wei Zhentu paused and saw a sharp edge in his eyes.

Since then, Jing Yue has used Haotian Realm to change her position constantly, leading the blood corpse old demon to attack.

Although he still stays in this space every time he returns, he has left a **** in the water aura. Through the god, he can choose the right time and appear in any corner of this space as he wants.

Because of this, the blood corpse old man will feel that he is everywhere.

In this way, Jing Yue took the corpse old demon for a few laps, and each time the corpse old devil's attack failed. Over time, the corpse old man was vaguely aware that he was waiting to close, but he saw Jing Yue appear on his head .

The rationale of the old blood corpse told him not to care, but his body was like the evil, and he punched in the past!

"boom--"

The villa was shaken, and the large array of restraints caused waves, and Wei Zhentu seized the opportunity. There were at least hundreds of changes in his ten fingers in one breath. Then he bit his tongue and spewed a blood spout, shouting, "Open!"

So, the formation broke a big hole.

"Thank you very much!" Jing Yue, who appeared again, arched his hands at the old blood corpse, and then found a yellow charm.

The blood corpse old man almost fainted, but he had no time to clean up Jingyue. He was terrified in his heart and just wanted to escape!

Because he knew that Jing Yue may have many kinds of runes, but at this time he must be motivated by Han Yunzong's amulet!

Sure enough, the next moment, he heard the legendary sound of a dry well—the one who committed me the Han Yunzong Tianwei, hey!

He saw the three big blue characters of "Han Yunzong", and ten million swords of light came out. Although these swords and lights can only hurt the cultivation of low-level magic, the old blood corpse still fears because he Knowing that Han Yunzong's so-called "诛" was not stunned by Jian Guang on the spot, but that this sign came out. As long as there were Han Yunzong's disciples in Fangyuanli, they would come and meet!

This place is located in Zhongzhou, and there are many monks coming and going. How come there are no Han Yunzong disciples? According to the luck that he was lost in drinking water, most of them have masters!

What's more, not only Jingyue, other monks would also rescue soldiers!

He's just in the middle of the world now, where can he stand the siege?

The old corpse of the blood corpse is in disorder. At this time, several guests are choosing elixir in a drug store in Dachuan City.

In recent years, the traditional Chinese medicine refined by Han Yunzong is well-known in the world, and it is not weaker than some Danmen. It even sells several rare medicines. Therefore, the business in the drugstore has never been cold.

One of the guests was a casual repairman who lived in Yudong Luzhou all year round. He returned to Zhongzhou for the first time. Seeing that the medicine in the drugstore was full of various types, there were a lot of eyes. He looked closely and found that a bottle of medicine It said a few words-Zhujidan.

After a short while, he couldn't believe the tone. "Treasurer, are you really building a kidan?"

Although Zhujidan is only useful for the foundation period, it is also a lot of elixir that is coveted by casual repairs. How can it be sold in the drugstore?

The shopkeeper was about to speak, and suddenly his face changed, and he glanced around his waist and suddenly disappeared from the place.

Loose repair: "..."

Could it be that he was found selling fakes? Don't shop anymore?

At the same time, a certain mountain.

Several monks walked on the mountain road, and one said, "This barren mountain and mountain range really has a secret place?"

Another said: "Since someone said they have seen it, let's try our luck, even if it is not for us, we have not lost."

The oldest monk said: "Before I heard that there was a fairy gate here. After the monster horror, the feng shui has changed, and the fairy gate does not exist, but if the legend is true, what others may see is The test realm of Xianmen that year. "

Suddenly, several monks bowed their heads at the same time.

After a breath, they stared at each other, "It's difficult to go with the same door, go!"

Several figures quickly moved in the same direction, and gradually disappeared into the mountains and forests.

A cave house.

The white-haired Taoist was crossing his knees. He suddenly opened his eyes, twitched his fingers, and was frightened and angry. "Bold thief, how dare to deceive my ancestor!

All this happened for a while. Although the blood corpse old devil could not see it with his own eyes, he was ready to run away and shrink away. How could Jingyue let him escape?

A lot of broken ice suddenly appeared in the air, just like blooming ice flowers. The blood corpse old devil didn't care a bit, but when he cast the curse, he found that the body's heat was rapidly escaping, and his movements were a bit stiff. Although it is only a subtle change, for him to escape, a little change is also fatal.

I saw a wooden thorn shot from the pole, and with the majestic coercion, the blood corpse old demon knew that a strong enemy was approaching, and it was even more chaotic!

He was about to step back, but there was endless fire behind him, but for a few moments his path was cut off!

Come fast!

During his lifetime of consciousness, he felt a pain in Dan Tian, ​​his hands passed through his body, and he stirred hard in his Dan Tian.

"Ah !!!" The old corpse screamed, facing the disgusting look of the last white-haired Taoist.

Fu Xuan! Han Yunzong's Too Elder!

Misty grass! Too elders don't stay in Zongmen cultivation, why do you come here? !!

This was the last consciousness in the blood corpse's long life, and then he felt a pain in his heart, and he could no longer see the world.

Jing Yue pulled out Xiao Canglan's sword that passed through the old corpse of blood corpse, and turned to Fu Xuan and said, "Thank you very much, I didn't expect you to be there."

Fu Xuan bowed his hand, "the disciples have a cave house nearby."

Jing Yue smiled suddenly: "It's a coincidence that this old devil should be unlucky."

Then, his eyes crossed Fuxuan, a group of monks who were cleaning the disciples, and looked at the figure of a red robe in the ruins of the Hell Tower.

Mo Qianyun was rescued by the old blood corpse at that time, but instead of receiving the Hell Tower as the other party said, he rushed directly to Zhao Qingyuan's bones, looking for the other scattered bones from the ruins.

However, he found that no matter how much he could fight, he couldn't make a complete skeleton, some bones had already been broken into ashes and merged with the ruins.

Mo Qianyun knelt on the ground, looking at the broken bones in front of his eyes, and no longer hated in his eyes, only left blank.

Qian Chen's past whistled, impacting his soul. Eventually, the memory was fixed one day.

On that day, he and Master accidentally found the Hell Tower. He was accidentally inhaled by the Tower. In order to save him, Master became the sacrifice of the Tower in order to save him.

He wanted to revive the Master, but in the end only got an incomplete bone.

Mo Qianyun knew that he was exhausted, and he didn't care, but it was a pity that the Sixiang Villa.

He touched a hand of his bones and whispered, "Master, **** is not cold."

The next moment, he used his hand as a knife and cut off his own head!

The splashing blood was hot and warmed the dead bone.

Jing Yue watched Mo Qianyun coldly and committed suicide, but did not stop.

The assassination in the villa is not over, but it is coming soon.

That night, people from Sixiang Villa came and went a little bit more lively than when Tian Yinguo was born.

Many monks in the neighborhood came to the villa. Some of them received help from friends or friends, while others heard the wind.

No one had expected that the Sixiang Villa, one of Zhongzhou's right paths, did such a crazy thing, and it lasted a whole thousand years from beginning to end!

Fortunately, Mo Qianyun is dead, and the escaped blood corpse old demon is also dormant.

The monks questioned the disciples who had been captured, and learned that Mo Qianyun had colluded with the old blood corpse long ago to refining the **** magic tower. The purpose of Mo Qianyun is to revive Zhao Qingyuan, the former head of Sixiang Villa.

These things were not known to the disciples of Sixiang Villa.

Even at the beginning, some disciples were put into Hell's Demon Refining. These disappeared disciples were replaced by people in the corpse gate.

Only after a long time, Mo Qianyun was afraid that the disciples of the village would disappear too much and cause people to doubt, so he changed the spirit beast. Later, Jing Yue and others also guessed roughly.

So heartbroken and creating endless hell, even just to resurrect one person, if Zhao Qingyuan can really be resurrected, I don't know if he will be mad again?

Mid-month on the moon, listening to Music Pavilion.

Tianyinshu has long been destroyed. Looking at the ruins in the middle of the building at a glance, there is a man standing on the broken tile.

He took out a Dan furnace from the Qiankun bag, and took out one and five elements of different fires in the furnace. His fingers flickered, and the different fires spread immediately, burning the remains of the Hell Tower.

When a different fire was received, I heard someone say, "Ajing."

Not far away, Wei Zhentu came over.

"It turned out you were here, I've been looking for you for a long time."

Jing Yue: "Can something happen?"

Wei Zhentu handed out a fruit from the Qiankun bag. It was Tianyinguo, "Aren't you here to get the fruit? Here you are."

Jing Yue froze, "What do you get for me, Tianyinguo?"

Wei Zhentu: "Guess."

Jing Yue: "..."

Wei Zhentu laughed, "Well, I thank you for saving me."

Jing Yue bluntly said, "You should thank Master Jingwu."

Speaking of Jing Wu, both were silent.

After a while, Wei Zhentu said, "Thank you too, you took me away and waited for the living hell."

Jing Yue shook his head. "Let's get out of the tower together, and everyone has contributed."

Wei Zhentu did not expect that it would be so difficult to send a fruit, but it would be too shameless to take it back, and then hesitated, "I thank you for picking a leaf for me."

Jing Yue was amused, "I don't know why you have to send me, but I really need it, so I remember you."

His realm has not yet been stabilized. After a wave of twists and turns, he can feel the fluctuation of the realm.

Wei Zhentu was relieved and said, "I'm leaving, how about you?"

Jing Yue: "I'm going to Sanjie Temple."

Wei Zhentu: "It's a pity that I and some seniors are going to Yudong. They can't go the same way."

Jing Yue: "You are on your way."

When Wei Zhentu left, Jing Yue touched Lan Feng who was still asleep in his arms, leaving Fuxuan a messenger, and left the villa alone.

——

Among the mountains, a wilderness temple.

Lan Feng faintly woke up, and suddenly felt pain in her body, like being repeatedly crushed.

He hummed and cried, "Jingjing! Where is Jingjing! Is it dying?"

"I'm here." Jing Yue busy said, "It's okay, we are safe."

Lan Feng felt very uncomfortable, but he was relieved when he heard Jing Jing's voice, and began to coquettishly, "I was so pained! That Mo Qianyun dare to hurt Ben Feng! My wings are broken!"

With a little movement, he found himself lying on Jing Jing's legs, his wings fixed by the branches, and white cloth.

Jing Yue distressed and said, "I'll get the bones for you. After applying the elixir, it won't hurt any time soon."

Lan Feng: "But I'm in pain now."

Jing Yue: "... then blow yourself up."

Lan Feng's eyes turned around and said happily, "Yeah! Hey!"

It twisted its head arduously, and blew its wings against it, the bones that had gradually healed grew faster, but it cried again, "It's so tickling!"

Jing Yue: "... bear forbearance."

Lan Feng tolerated for a while, but felt that the wings were like thousands of little bugs crawling, it was uncomfortable, it couldn't help it, and tried to pinch Jing Jing's legs.

Jing Yue was afraid that it would hurt the bone again, and he was busy catching it. Lan Feng's small claws kicked and kicked, and she wanted to look back and peck Jing Yue. She was beaten by Jing Yue. She was crying aggrievedly, but she felt the wings warm.

Lan Feng stayed and was drunk again-just now, its scene was kissed on its wings!

The eyes were full of flowers, and Lan Feng felt that her wings were not itchy, but her face was burning.

It was completely quiet, lying on the palm of Jingyue, staring at its scene, feeling beautiful.

After another half an hour, Lan Feng's physical strength recovered, and all discomfort disappeared, and finally she had a mental complaint.

"At that time, the black tower succumbed to the identity of my **** and beast and did not dare to take away the demon! The demon with the last name Mo saw that my bones were clear, not an ordinary spirit beast, and he wanted to be accepted into the harem. Ye Blade mercilessly laughed at his delusional delusions, and told him that he only likes Jing Jing and will never betray Jing Jing! He is so angry that he broke my wings and wanted to threaten him! 叽叽 Pretend Fainted, strategically lied to him, and when he wanted to take another shot at Jingjing, he attacked him. He loved hate and wanted to kill him! "

Jing Yue: "..."

Oh, if he believes, he is mentally retarded.

However, Lan Feng's words were translated, and Jing Yue also guessed the truth of 1978, and felt warm for a while.

He did not tear through the puppet, only smiled, and took out Tian Yinguo from Qiankun's bag.

The ice-blue fruit is crystal clear, the size of a thumb, like a gem.

Lan Feng's eyes brightened, but she immediately suspected: "Isn't this fruit got by the Taoist priest Wei? Jingjing, you grabbed it?"

Jing Yue: "He sent me."

Lan Feng: "Hum! I know him!"

But it immediately nervous: "Jingjing didn't give it back to him?"

Jing Yue: "No, I don't know what he wants, but I said, I owe him a favor. If he needs help in the future, I will do my best."

Lan Feng breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as it's not the real thing, Jingjing wants to know that he sent you, and you sent him, but he is a token of affection! Don't let Jing Jing be under his control."

Jing Yue: "..."

Lan Feng's tone suddenly dropped, "But in this case, Jing Jing and the hooligan have exchanged love tokens many times, and must use a large space to wear jade."

Jing Yue: "…………………………"

Life was short and he didn't want to chat with his uncle anymore, so he swallowed the Tianyinguo and crossed his knees.