Fengyunlu

"It seems that this illusion is another deduction. Even I, Bai Ximo, am not realistic in this illusion. It must be another possibility." Bai Ximo was thinking to himself when he suddenly saw that the illusion in front of him changed again, and Another flip of the pen and ink flying snake...

In the depths of the lifeless desolation, there are a few ancient cities, leaning against thousands of miles of yellow sand, lurking under the long vastness. This city is not big, but it is not small either. It is called Sand Castle, but it is famous in Xuanmen. A member of the Feng family, a place where he has lived for a long time.

For the past hundred years, the Feng clan has been imprisoned in the desert, ruling the northern border alone, and has always been respected by people all over the world.

Today, Xuanmen cultivation is prevalent, with thousands of ways and methods, and many sects. Although it is no longer as glorious as the ancient times, with the gods and demons in the sky, it is still a hundred schools of thought, giving a glimpse of the wild game.

In Xuanmen, there are mostly righteous and evil people. The righteous ones protect the common people, protect the people, and uphold benevolence and chivalry. On the contrary, those who harm the people and bring harm to living beings are all evil villains. The two are in each other's camp and are constantly at odds with each other.

Fengsha Castle is one of the many Xuanmen sects, belonging to the righteous lineage. Although it has only been established for less than a hundred years, and it cannot match the prestige passed down by others through the ages, it is still famous among thousands of Xuanmen. As the overlord of the country, no one dares to underestimate him.

It is said that the Feng family originated from Northern Xinjiang. It was originally a bustling secular family in the mortal world. Most of the family members were civil and military. There were generals and prime ministers who assisted the emperor and divided and ruled the people. The ancestors of that generation were lucky enough to be favored by a carefree man in Xuanmen, and learned some methods of cultivation. Through this, they taught the clansmen and continued their cultivation, and then they were able to enter Xuanmen.

However, maybe the ancestors were stupid, or maybe the way they inherited at the beginning was not a magic method. In short, after more than ten generations of inheritance, the Feng family has never made any big improvement, only some additions have been made. The Tao Qi is just slightly stronger than that of ordinary mortal homes.

But just over two hundred years ago, a man of great calibre, who had always been unknown in the Feng family, unexpectedly emerged. This person single-handedly made the Feng family rise to power in the northern border and became powerful in the world.

Such a talented person is the master of this Fengsha Castle, Feng Wanlin.

At that time, Feng Wanlin was born, shocking Xuanmen, and was hailed as the most promising person in the world to conquer the world. According to legend, he studied literature at the age of four and practiced martial arts at the age of six. It is easy to learn the magic of Xuanmen. By the time he is seventeen years old, he is already the number one master of the younger generation in Northern Xinjiang.

As the saying goes, if you are young and are not frivolous, it doesn't matter if you have high aspirations.

With such a talent, Feng Wanlin was definitely not willing to be humble, so at the age of eighteen, he said goodbye to his elders in the family, and ventured into the world alone with a flying eagle gun on a snowy night.

For more than sixty years, he competed with the heroes of the world, fought to the death with thousands of demons, wandered on the top of the killing field, and came and went on the verge of death. Although he was confused for many times, and life and death were terrifying, he finally achieved Xuantian's enlightenment. Suddenly the road is clear.

It can be said that when the strong wind rose, I fell alone into the sky, and the snowy night covered the yellow sand for seventy years.

In this way, after his success, Feng Wanlin retreated to the northern border, secluded in the desert, and founded the Fengsha Castle lineage. From then on, he taught the clansmen internally, suppressed evil spirits externally, protected the people of the area, and protected the vicissitudes of the world.

A long time has passed, and now a hundred years have passed in a hurry...

One day, the desert of Northern Xinjiang, which has always been scorching, was covered with blood clouds and filled with wild sand as usual. Looking up, there seemed to be many horrors looming among the turbulence.

Scenes like this, not to mention ordinary people, even those cultivators in Xuanmen who come here will probably bring a lot of fear and a bit of resentment.

Wow~

The text still collapsed midway, and the next moment the water surface fluctuated, and the blurry illusion gradually became clear...

shuh~

Whoosh~ whoosh~

Accompanied by the sound of two strong winds biting the sleeves of the robe, it suddenly rose and fell. In the desert that was almost deserted in the past, at this moment, there was a pair of young men and women wearing plain hats on their heads and wearing moon-white clothes in a hurry. And then, between words, head straight to the northwest.

"Sister, it's been two days, do you know the road?"

"Don't worry, it's not like I've never been here before."

These two people were extremely fast. Although they didn't make too many movements, they were already more than ten miles away in the blink of an eye.

But just when the words of the two people were about to fall, the woman among the two people flashed again, and in an instant, she rushed back to her original place.

"Uh~ Sister, you should let me know."

Her move made the man who was walking with her unable to react. When she stopped suddenly, the force was too strong, causing sand and soil to fly all over the ground, splashing dust all over her body. When she turned back, she couldn't help but I complained.

But when he came back closer and looked at the old sister he was talking about, she didn't pay any attention to him. Instead, she blinked her eyes, opened her mouth slightly, and stared blankly not far away in front of her. The dead tree stuck on the ground was stunned, as if it had discovered something extraordinary.

When the man saw this, he couldn't help but be curious, so he followed her gaze and looked over. However, he looked left and right for a long time, but he didn't see anything unusual. There was just an ordinary piece of rotten wood. .

"Ugh......"

The man sighed softly. He seemed to be accustomed to this and did not show any surprise. He just shook his head helplessly, then turned to the side and sat on the ground, waiting for the woman's reaction.

Not long after, the woman's pretty little face showed an expression as if she had suddenly realized something: "Eh? Yes, my second uncle took me with me last time, and we were there in a blink of an eye."

"..."

As soon as these words came out, the man frowned. She didn't know the way at all. She had led her around the desert for two days in vain. No matter how accustomed he was, he was still going crazy at this moment.

However, this man was strange. Although he was angry, he did not get angry immediately. Instead, he stretched out his hands and rubbed his face helplessly. Then he stood up and slowly walked towards the woman until he was about to meet her face to face. When he touched his face, he almost roared out.

"Then you didn't tell me earlier!!"

This sound was quite a commotion, probably enough to spread to two or three miles away.

But the woman always seemed to be a little inconsistent with the pace of others. When such a sound fell next to her ears, it was as if she had never heard it before. She still looked forward blankly with a thoughtful expression.

It wasn't until the man felt a little bored and just turned around that she rolled her eyes, raised her hand lightly, slapped the man on the back of his head, and said, "What are you yelling about? Go and find it for me." Let me ask personally.”

"You've been taking me around for two days, sister. We haven't even seen a ghost, let alone a human being. Where have we been..." The man stopped suddenly in the middle of his words. , then, as if aware of it, he turned around and looked towards the southwest with a solemn expression.

"You still said no, isn't it coming soon?" Before the woman finished speaking, the people had already rushed out, leaving the man alone in a daze.

"Hey!! Sister, please see clearly and then...oh."

The man shook his head and sighed in his heart: "I am afraid my father didn't pick it up for me, sister? This brain... Oh, forget it."

Although he was a little helpless, he still chased after him at a faster speed.

After catching up with her, the man stretched out his left hand and pulled her in place. Then he moved his right hand, and there was a lavender cloak in his hand. He shook it in place, and the cloak grew long in the wind, and the light flashed. In the meantime, from virtual reality to reality, in just a moment, the two siblings were covered in it. When a light flashed through, they looked again and saw that there was nowhere to see the shadows of the siblings in the yellow sand desert.

"Bai Laoqi, why are you stopping me?"

"Sister, can you use your brain?"

"Can you say that again!"

"Shh..."

"Oh."

......

As soon as the two siblings disappeared, a group of black mist shrouded a figure. It passed by a small sand dune less than ten feet away from them and turned to the northwest.

However, just after landing, the way was blocked by a golden Buddha seal.

"The dead thief is so annoying!! Why bother with your grandpa like this!!"

"Amitabha, the donor did not listen to my dissuasion and insisted on doing that persistent thing. As a last resort, I had no choice but to find the donor."

Seeing that the way forward was blocked, the figure in the black mist couldn't help but curse. His words were full of anger. However, after being angry, he had no choice but to turn back and landed on the sand dune. At the same time, a The murmuring old monk quietly appeared beside him.

"Hey! Stinky monk, please stop meddling in other people's business. If it weren't for the fact that you collected the corpses for my benefactor's family, how could I have allowed you, a bald donkey, to disturb me for most of this month?"

As soon as the old monk appeared, the black shadow became even more angry and cursed again.

However, listening to his voice, it seems that the two of them are old acquaintances and have some past life entanglements, but what exactly is unknown is unknown.

On the other hand, the old monk ignored the insults, took a step forward with his hands clasped together, and said softly: "Since the donor has mentioned Brother Moshan, we know what he entrusted before his death. So, I ask the donor to follow me back." Xumi Palace is also better than under the blue lamp, and the demonic flames are dissolved in the Buddhist Dharma to comfort..."

"Fart! Grandpa wants to avenge my benefactor's family. How can he have time to accompany you as a monk? Get out of here and don't block my way again." Halfway through the old monk's words, he was interrupted by the black shadow. Judging from the situation, he didn't seem to want to talk to the old monk.

After saying that, the black figure shook his head and wanted to leave again, but what he was greeted by was still blocked by a burst of golden light.

"Fart! Grandpa, I have my own opinions. I don't need you to interfere. Get out of here and don't block my way again." The old monk was interrupted by the black shadow in the middle of his words. Judging from the situation, he didn't seem to want to interact with me. The old monk did a lot of talking.

After finishing speaking, the black shadow shook its shape and wanted to leave again, but what greeted it was a golden cage full of light and blessed by the Buddha's seal.

"The benefactor's evil barrier is getting deeper, so why doesn't he listen to good advice? Alas, in this case, I can't say anything, and the benefactor can no longer listen, so I have to use force." The old monk held the seal in his hand and said slowly.

After saying that, the black figure shook his head and wanted to leave again, but what he was greeted by was still blocked by a burst of golden light.

"Alas, the benefactor's evil barrier is getting deeper and deeper, but he doesn't listen to good words. In this case, I can't say anything, and the benefactor can no longer listen, so I have to use force." The old monk held the seal in his hand and said slowly.

"Stinky monk, you are looking for death!!"

After being blocked repeatedly, the black shadow became extremely angry. With a vicious word, the black mist surrounding it seemed to come alive and began to surge violently. As it steamed, there was a faint sound of biting. When it was heard, it made people feel a little creepy.

Immediately afterwards, the black shadow's sleeves and robes flickered, and dozens of Youluo demons, as black as ink and resembling ghosts, emerged from the black mist. They appeared and rushed straight to the old monk like hungry wolves. Pounce.

Seeing this, the old monk couldn't help but have a look of pain on his face: "I didn't expect that in just half a month, the donor had already become more in tune with the demonic flame. If it were later, I'm afraid that if the master Buddha does this again, he will be dead."

As he spoke, the old monk's hands were not idle. He saw the beads in his hand flickering and being thrown into the air. When they were in mid-air, they all gleamed together and instantly turned into eighteen huge and unusual Rudraksha Bodhis. , the whole body is translucent, the light is translucent, the light is hung with colors, and there are thousands of colors. When the rays of sunshine merge into the golden Buddha light, the eighteen golden bodhisattva flickers from the original place and gathers in one place. It formed a straight line, like a dragon swimming between the corners, plunging into the demonic evil in the sky.

snort~

Click~ah! Ouch~uh~ah...

In an instant, the wronged souls wept, the ghosts hissed and died, dozens of Youluo demons swayed with a burst of golden light, and within a moment, they melted away like the falling snow in the blazing sun.

Then, the eighteen golden bodhisattva also turned around from the original place, made a half circle, and returned to the old monk's side, circling sideways.

Looking at the black shadow again, it seemed that he was not surprised to see that the evil spirit had disappeared. He took out a black magic light blade from somewhere with his backhand, held it in his right hand and stood it in front of his chest, and held it with his left hand. Blade sharply asked the old monk: "Monk! Let me ask you again, will you give in or not?"

"Unless the benefactor's demonic obstacle is removed, I will not give in." The old monk shook his head gently and replied.

"it is good!"

After the word "good" was spoken, the black shadow magic formula changed, and then the fingertips of his left hand lightly swiped across the sharp edge. With just one click, a cloud of blood mist burst out and instantly melted into the sharp edge. With this blood energy, The magic light blade had a strong fishy glow, igniting the dense red and black energy. The next moment, it was like a hungry soul crawling out of the endless Netherworld, full of unbearable hunger and thirst. When he was suffocating, there was even more of a heart-wrenching violence.

"This is......?"

Following the movement of the black shadow, the old monk felt his heart tighten. A breath that made his heart tremble was faintly coming from the sharp blade in his hand. The violence revealed boundless killing. In confusion, the old monk couldn't help but ponder. stand up.