Fairy King's Handbook

Under the cold moonlight, the west wind is gentle.

Qian Qiyu stared at Qianyun's hand that Yan Chongming held tightly, a little stunned, and he couldn't tell what it felt like.

Just like many years ago, Qian Yun shouted "Brother Chongming" with eyes full of admiration at Chongming's birthday ceremony.Obviously he is his elder brother, but Qianyun never showed that kind of admiration for him.

Now that he and Lord Yanshan came to Xihai, it must be because of Mrs. Rancho.Earlier, Qian Qiyu planned to talk about this matter with Qian Yun in detail, and what Mrs. Rancho really missed in the past 3000 years.Now it seems that it is not necessary.

Qian Qiyu restrained her emotions, and said solemnly: "Now the Lord of Fengdu has disappeared, and the resentful souls in the nether world have escaped, causing endless wars in the human world. Recently, it has been heard that many immortal kings in the heavenly world have also quietly disappeared, and the rumors of the demon clan's comeback are rampant. , but until now, I haven't noticed the slightest bit of demonic energy, except..."

Not only Qian Qiyu, but also Yan Chongming and Meng Zhen were aware of the trace of purple air that was traced from the palace just now.

This matter is really strange, there is an invisible hand manipulating all this in the dark, but no one knows who did it and what is planned.

Yan Chongming looked dignified, pondered for a moment, and asked Qian Qiyu, "Where was the last time you saw Xuanyin?"

Obviously, this question made Qian Qiyu think for a long time. The last time he saw Xuanyin seemed to be a long time ago, and he might have gone to Lingxiao Temple as a colleague to report to the official.

The three of them suddenly realized that almost all the abnormalities were caused by the sudden escape of Fengdu's resentful soul.And now Xuanyin, who is the lord of Fengdu, has disappeared.

Yan Chongming thought for a while and said: "The last time I saw Xuanyin was five days ago. At that time, I was looking for Long Yu's whereabouts in the human world. He was in a hurry and said he was going to the West Sea."

"Xihai?" Qian Qiyu was very surprised.

What did the Lord of Fengdu come to the West Sea for?As Yan Chongming said, if Xuanyin wanted to come to Xihai, there would be no one in Xihai for five days.

"Xuanyin doesn't know the way."

Meng Zhen, who had been in deep thought, suddenly opened his mouth and said something insignificant.

The other two were puzzled. Meng Zhen always felt that something important had been missed, but after careful consideration, he couldn't find anything unusual.

Meng Zhen frowned slightly, "If Xuanyin came to the West Sea, he must have discovered something that needs to be verified. But he has a very poor sense of direction, and he gets lost when he goes out, and he doesn't care where he goes."

The three of them were speechless for a while, not knowing where the problem was, but it was obvious that something happened to Xuanyin.

The faint moonlight is bright and thousands of miles away, and the quiet night is silent and cold.

Qian Qiyu summoned Mo Lijian again, turned to the two of them and said, "The Changsheng Tianchi on the top of the South Mountain is different, do you two go together?"

Changsheng Tianchi is where the royal tomb of Xihai is located, and it has always been the burial ground of Xihai ancestors. 3000 years ago, the Demon Lord Qian Ya used the hands of Qian Yun to trample and destroy the holy tomb, and slaughtered the sacred beasts guarding the tomb. The bones were resurrected, and there was no peace.

Hundreds of years later, Qian Qiyu and the elders of the clan repaired it again, strengthened the seal, and burned the teleportation formation.

Today's Changsheng Tianchi is not only the resting place of ancestors, but also the last guardian place of the West Sea.Using the blood of the royal family as a guide, you can enter a specific teleportation formation at critical moments to preserve the blood of the royal family.

Meng Zhen's expression was complicated, the blood, light and sword of the past was vivid in his memory, the sins he committed in Changsheng Tianchi are well known to the people of Xihai.From then on, all the relatives and relatives were separated, and there was no way out.

Suddenly, his palm tightened, and Yan Chongming shook his hand hard, pulling him back from his thoughts.

"That's not your fault." Yan Chongming said in a deep voice in his ear.

Qian Qiyu wanted to say something, but Yan Chongming's words were enough.He smiled lightly, and said to the two of them: "Changsheng Tianchi is not a taboo place, now that it's an extraordinary time, you two still go with me."

After a while, the three of them, riding against the wind, came to the top of Nanshan Mountain.

The grass and trees on the mountainside are luxuriant, but there is no grass on the top of the mountain.The endless clear water and clear ripples, the poolside is made of white crystal and glazed sand, engraved with formations on it, and the spiritual power is endless.

The Changsheng Tianchi was silent and there was nothing abnormal.The three of them searched for the trace of purple air along the pool, but there was no trace.Under the water are the remains of the ancestors, and the water is calm and calm.

Yan Chongming and Meng Zhen didn't notice any abnormalities. The fact is that the formation of Changsheng Tianchi was made by the Xihai clan's ancient secret technique, involving the secret blood of the royal family.

Qian Qiyu was not as calm as those two, all the sealing formations in the Changsheng Tianchi were connected with his aura.That thread of purple air is indeed here, rushing up from the bottom of the mountain, and disappearing into the pool.

He frowned slightly, staring at the pool of clear water in front of him, and finally said to the two people over there: "I can sense that breath under the water. Now I use the blood curse of the royal family to open the formation from the ridge, and I have to trouble you two to guard the universe bit."

Changsheng Tianchi was born in response to the hexagrams of heaven and earth, and was accompanied by the blood of the royal family.Now that the breath is underwater, only Qian Qiyu can open the formation.

Yan Chongming and Meng Zhen responded to find the two guards of Qiankun. Qian Qiyu stood in the air with the wind, and in a moment he reached the center of Tianchi. Enter the pool and quickly condense into complicated dark patterns of nine-tailed fish.

After half a cup of tea, the water in the entire Changsheng Tianchi began to gurgle, and the water surface gradually became foggy.The white mist was misty, and it seemed that something was about to break through the water.

Yan Chongming and Meng Zhen, who were guarding different directions, looked dignified, waiting for the moment when the monster broke through the water and fled, and cut it under the sword.

Meng Zhen stared until his eyes became sour, and after a loud bang, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

But that...

Even though he was fully prepared, he didn't expect to see such a scene, so that he was stunned for a moment.Because what flashed in front of his eyes like a fleeting image was a scene that he was familiar with during the 3000 years from the Abyss of Extremes.

The young man in white was thin and pale, without a trace of blood on his face, and his exposed wrists were thin and almost transparent.He sat on a huge black boulder, slashed his wrist, squeezed out the remaining blood, and fed the sword with blood.

Afterwards, the soul-crushing sword changed from restless to quiet, and the boy rested with his eyes closed on the boulder.When a piece of bone fell from the void, the boy jumped off the boulder.

The purple-black violent air swarmed up in an instant, and those purple airs sprouted bloodthirsty fangs, surrounded the boy in the middle, frantically gnawed at his flesh and blood, and swallowed him alive in the dark underground abyss, the bone-piercing screams gradually returned to silence, There is only a pile of bones left on the ground...

Looking at the picture, Meng Zhen frowned.The Realm of Weaving Dreams?

I once encountered a similar formation in the Qiji Kingdom, using the most secret dreams in the hearts of those who entered the formation as a guide, breaking through the gap, and waiting for the opportunity to launch a soul attack.

But he never dreams, such formations are useless to him.

Meng Zhen stood there quietly without any reaction, but he was worried about Yan Chongming in his heart.Last time during the trip to Qigong Kingdom, Yan Chongming was hit hard by the Dream Weaving Realm.It was also at that time that he knew that Yan Chongming's spirit was about to shatter, but later he used the eternal life petals to repair his injured spirit.Now, Yan Chongming should be able to deal with such formations.

He was relieved for the time being, focused on the picture in front of him, and wanted to follow the formation to find the sword spirit who had been escaping.

Meng Zhen first gathered a sliver of spiritual power to attack the screen, trying to find a specific position, but in the end, he didn't feel the slightest bit of backlash.

This is a bit wrong, this is not the realm of weaving dreams!

If this was a dream set up by the sword spirit against him, he would definitely suffer backlash if he attacked.But now he attacked another ray of spiritual power, and there was no reaction at all.

Not only him, Yan Chongming and Qian Qiyu should have seen the tragic scene from Jizhiyuan just now.

He just realized that something was wrong when there was a loud thunderous noise above his head, and then the scene in front of him changed suddenly. The entire water surface of Changsheng Tianchi rose, rising faster and faster, and the vortex rolled in the center.

Meng Zhen only had time to see the shadows of Yan Chongming and Qian Qiyu disappear in the blink of an eye, and he didn't know where they were transported by the formation.

He summoned the Suihua Sword in an instant, and was about to jump into the teleportation formation in the center of Tianchi, when a black shadow suddenly came from behind, and he met the man with a backhand sword, his spiritual power vibrated loudly, and the water in the pool boiled and buzzed.

The man was dressed in black, and his figure was not too tall, but he covered his face with a black scarf.A pair of eyes are slightly red, full of evil spirits.

Meng Zhen stabbed with his sword, the man dodged sideways, and rushed towards the teleportation formation.

The soul-shattering sword spirit that I have been looking for for many years is facing me head-on for the first time, and I must not let it go!Meng Zhen followed closely behind, concentrating his spiritual power on his palm and attacking.

Huge water waves churned, and a gap opened in Changsheng Tianchi. The teleportation formation was about to be closed, and Meng Zhen jumped down to follow.

There are endless ancient trees in the sky everywhere, and the lush vegetation covers the sky and the sun.

As soon as Meng Zhen landed on the ground, there was a terrifying howl of beasts behind him. He swung his Suihua sword and attacked head-on, and a huge green python was chopped into two pieces.

He was very surprised, not knowing where he was being teleported now.The surrounding trees obscured the sky, and as far as the line of sight was concerned, they were all gloomy old trees.He summoned a bit of spiritual power to take off to check the terrain, but there was another loud noise behind him.

He turned back and attacked with spiritual power, the giant fell to the ground, and after a while, it came back to life with a roar.

Still that green python!Here is the fragrance of returning souls!Dead corpses smell and come alive!

Meng Zhenzhen was startled, while wrestling with the green python, his thoughts turned sharply, where is this?

But except for this green python, the whole mountain was roaring like a beast, as if the sound of heaven and earth were coming from all directions.In a short while, Meng Zhen was surrounded by fierce beasts.

The airtight Suihua Sword Dance in his hand was able to stabilize his figure, and it seemed impossible to escape in this situation.These ferocious beasts smelled the fragrance of soul-returning and came back to life.If this continues, he will eventually exhaust his spiritual power.

He is sure to kill all the ferocious beasts on the mountain with his sword, but he will soon lose his memory due to the exhaustion of spiritual power, which is what he is most worried about.The sword spirit is in the dark, probably waiting for that moment.

Meng Zhen frowned, retracted the Sui Hua sword, and pulled out the Chaomu Wen flute from his left arm in an instant. When the green python came back from the dead and attacked again, he took off a green petal from the flute and played it.

The green python was surrounded by green light and couldn't move. After a while, the previously fierce and bloodthirsty eyes gradually softened.Meng Zhen turned around and jumped onto the green python's back, patted its neck, the giant python soared into the air, swung its long tail and swept the beast behind it aside.

The endless wilderness, as far as the eye can see, is shrouded in clouds and covered with mountains, rocks and vegetation.

This place turned out to be the Human World.

The top of the mountain was covered by an enchantment, so Meng Zhen had no choice but to turn back against the green python. He waved his bone flute to fight with the wild beasts in the mountain.

In the end, his spiritual power was almost exhausted, and the originally controlled green python gradually revealed its true nature. With a sweep of its giant tail, it threw Meng Zhen, who was fighting, onto a tree.

When the giant python attacked with its huge mouth open, Meng Zhen shook the bone flute in his hand, gathered the remaining spiritual power in his palm, and did not fight back.

The sound of the wind in the mountains suddenly stopped, and the galloping ferocious beast seemed to fall asleep for a moment and fell to the ground.

A man in black came through the air, still covering his face, standing in front of him with his hands behind his back.

Meng Zhen half-sat on the ground, leaning against the tree behind him, looking up at the man in the black scarf, suddenly felt that the world was ridiculously tight.

The Broken Soul Sword has been with him for nearly 3000 years in the dark Congji Abyss. He served the sword with blood, so he was born.

Meng Zhen sneered, then turned to a cold voice, "I really didn't expect it to be you. Shen Xun."

The man in black was a little surprised, he paused, took off his black mask, and revealed the appearance of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.The young man has a handsome face, and there is a small mole on the bridge of his nose, which makes him look a little more playful and bright.

But at this moment, he glanced at Meng Zhen from the end of his eyes, and there was an evil look in his brows.With a wave of his hand, it was Xuanyin's spiritual sword Chengying who was summoned.

"It's not too late to know now, you can die in peace."