Dao Xuanji [Civil Demon]

Wen Junqing didn't want to consume his energy, so while avoiding the attack of the black energy, he asked, "Who is the visitor?" Seeing that the other party didn't answer, Wen Junqing focused his attention and separated a few phantoms to wrestle with the black energy, and then raised his sword He killed that person, and quickly approached the uninvited guest, trying to see the other's face clearly.

After catching a glimpse of the profile, her eyes widened.

This person is Hua Xuanji, a casual cultivator I met when I was trapped in the Immortal Burial Island!Seeing the coquettish red dark lines on the exposed skin of the other party, he knew the evil black energy on this person's body, which turned out to be demonic energy.

How could a casual cultivator have such a strong demon energy?

Before Wen Junqing thought for a few moments, all the phantoms she had transformed were scattered, and those black demonic energy surrounded her again. Wen Junqing swung his sword to block several attacks, and called out the opponent's name: "Hua Xuanji !"

The black air around him attacked.

"This is, what's going on?" Wen Junqing asked in a hurry.

At this moment, the other party finally took his gaze away from the stone statue, turned around, and put his gaze on Wen Junqing.

Wen Junqing also saw the other person's eyes clearly, they had no pupils, they were red, the skin exposed on the neck was also entwined with dark red lines, and there were red beads on the forehead that were not there before.But these were not what surprised Wen Junqing the most, but that she couldn't see the line on the other party's neck!

"Who are you?" A drop of cold sweat fell from the corner of his forehead, and there was a crisp sound when it dripped on the ground.

Xuanji didn't answer her, but approached step by step.The black air consciously moved closer, stopping Wen Junqing's evacuation route.Wen Junqing's heart was shaken, and she had enough energy to wait for the opponent's final blow.

clatter.clatter.clatter.

The footsteps were light but heavy like a reminder.

Suddenly everything became silent, and the rain seemed to have stopped outside. There was no sound of rain, and everything seemed to be static.Wen Junqing's eyes widened as she watched Xuanji swing the sword in her hand. She didn't use any sword moves, just waved it lightly, and then her true energy to protect her mind with all her strength broke, and she was as fragile as paper. With a blow, the red blood beads drew a round arc in the air.

The sound of the sword cutting his body and the sound of blood splashing out made Wen Junqing's ears hurt.

A picture of the past appeared in front of my eyes, one scene after another, playing my life backwards.Looking at the picture of her childhood, Wen Junqing suddenly felt that the benefactor she met in the snow when she was a child seemed to look a bit like Hua Xuanji.Her thoughts stopped here, she slowly closed her eyes, and then fell to the ground, the dust that was raised was stained with blood.

Xuanji quietly looked at the corpse on the ground whose body had been cut from the shoulders by herself. Warm blood slowly slid down her face.

At this moment, the head was in severe pain again, as if it was about to fall apart immediately, a kaleidoscope appeared in front of my eyes, red, green and green mottled, thousands of pieces of broken information poured into my mind, Xuanji slowly slid down and sat down, covering her head in pain dropped to the ground.At this time, the black devilish energy on her body flickered for a while, and suddenly exploded again, suddenly giving birth to nine devilish qi, destroying the hall to pieces, and turning the stone statue several feet high in the center of the hall into powder. Then the magic energy gradually weakened and began to disappear bit by bit.

The pupils in Xuanji's eyes slowly emerged, and the blood faded, but her head was getting more and more painful, which was a hundred times more painful than the bloody hole pierced through the body by the ancient sword before. Her vision became more and more blurred, and then she fell on the ground He fell to the ground and lay next to Wen Junqing.

At this time, the nine stars outside had already formed a line, the sky and the earth were too dark to see your fingers, the clouds were densely covered, and the sky thunder rolled behind the clouds, and the rumbling sound seemed to shake the earth.

Wen Junqing's corpse on the ground suddenly had a faint golden color, and some bright yellow runes floated on the body, a magic circle suddenly appeared above the corpse, and then the corpse disappeared, leaving only some golden dust slowly falling to the ground , without a trace.

The author has something to say: This chapter is from the perspective of Wen Junqing who walked through the gate of life and death.

Chapter 4

The noise outside made Wen Junqing open his eyes in displeasure.

It seemed that someone was trying to break through the door of the stone room to enter, and a small stone fell from the top of his head, hit the ground and rolled to Wen Junqing's feet.

There was also the sound of water ticking, Wen Junqing looked up and saw that it was raindrops dripping from the transom.It was gray outside, without any light, the moon seemed to be covered by clouds, and the night was extremely gloomy.

There was a smell of rusty iron wafting from the tip of her nose. She stretched out her hand to catch the falling drops of water, and then put it on the tip of her nose to smell it——a strong smell of blood surged up.The fingertips also felt bursts of pain. Looking at it again, it was already corroded and torn.She quickly got lucky, evaporated the raindrops from her fingertips, then stood up and opened the door of the stone chamber, and the smell of blood came to her face.

A large number of sect's low-cultivation disciples gathered outside, all worried and worried, some of them were still trembling.

"Wuyu, you've figured it out!" Elder Song Qing walked over immediately, with an overjoyed expression on his face.

"Elder, what is this?" Wen Junqing glanced across the faces of the crowd, and saw that many people had wounds of various sizes on their bodies, which were extremely tragic, and the sound of sobbing was endless. Wen Junqing was shocked when he saw the lines on everyone's necks. emotion of fear.

"Today is the day of the Nine Stars Lianzhu, a great ominous day. For some reason, a Mahayana monk came here and laid out a ruthless and vicious formation. He wanted to use today's ominous phenomenon to destroy our Wanyang Sect." Kan used his true energy to concretize a big umbrella to protect all low-cultivation disciples in it, not to be harmed by this weird blood rain, his face was already dripping with sweat, "The suzerain originally wanted me to walk away from behind the cliff Waterway led these disciples to leave the sect, but because of the rain, the water became very turbulent and they couldn't leave."

Wen Junqing moved his gaze not far away, and saw the Santu River's water surge, slapping against Yabi violently.

"Where's Master?" Wen Junqing asked, while speaking, he raised his hand to form a bigger umbrella, allowing Elder Songqing to rest.

"Sovereign...Sovereign led the other two elders to resist that monk, but there is no news about it now, and I'm afraid it will be a disadvantage." Song Qing shook her head, clouded.

Wen Junqing pondered for a moment, sacrificed her sword and threw it into the water, turning it into a huge ship, she spoke slowly, although the voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears: "I will send you away , women go first, go faster."

Everyone lined up honestly and orderly, and they all boarded the boat in a short time. Wen Junqing Yujian was also fast. Although the river was turbulent, the boat was running as smoothly as on flat land.When he was about to leave the Zongmen area along the Santu River, a barrier of light appeared in front of him, which should be caused by the formation.

Everyone's faces were full of worry, and after finally letting out a sigh of relief, they became extremely sad again.Elder Song Qing recalled that Elder An Zhi had brought some disciples to dismantle the formation for a long time, but there was no news of the sound transmission magic weapon until now, so it might be something unexpected.

"Elder, you control the boat to stay away." Wen Junqing jumped into the air after saying that, and began to gather energy in his hands.

Song Qing understood that she wanted to forcefully break through the formation, and immediately steered the boat to a far place obediently, then concentrated her energy and formed a transparent barrier to cover the big boat to protect the disciples.She looked at Wen Junqing in the distance, and felt relieved. Although Wen Junqing had been in seclusion for many years, she never thought that her cultivation base would be promoted so quickly, and then she became worried about herself. The bottleneck for a long time, her cultivation base was stuck in Mahayana for hundreds of years. I'm afraid it's the same in this life. For the fact that my cultivation is not as good as a disciple, I have the joy of being an elder and also feel a little guilty about being incompetent.

He also said that Wen Junqing closed his eyes and concentrated, because his sword was taken to the ship to protect the disciples, and he had no handy weapon, so he gathered Qi with his bare hands to form a light ball containing huge energy, and then suppressed it into a weak light in his hands. Like a fluorescent point, it gently pops out of the fingertips.When the fluorescent light touched the light wall, there was a huge roar, shaking the surface of the Santu River to rise a huge làng several feet high. When the huge làng fell, everyone could see a small crack appeared on the light wall.

Wen Junqing frowned slightly, then closed his eyes and gathered Qi to perform the same move again. This time, he heard a sound like glass breaking, and the crack expanded a little. Wen Junqing repeated this several times, the light wall shattered, and the formation was finally defeated. The violence was broken, but Wen Junqing was sweating profusely and a little weak.

At the same time, Xuanji, who was in the Wanyang Sect Master's Hall, suffered from backlash and began to feel pain in her head.

Although the formation was broken, the vision of blood raining from the sky did not stop.

Wen Junqing stopped the boat in a safe place, settled the disciples, and after hearing Songqing's instructions, he immediately raised his sword and rushed back to Wanyangzong. Tan, there is no breath of the living anymore, except for the main hall of the sect, there is another breath there, which is still the breath of a Mahayana master.