Fairy King's Handbook

The voice continued, Meng Zhen scolded shamelessly in his heart, and the spiritual power in his hand circulated quickly, transforming the hostility around the boulder one by one.

Everyone saw that the black air that devoured the flesh and blood had faded, and they tried to walk down the boulder, but they were safe and sound.The hostility under the abyss is the most harmful to the pure body of the immortal. Now that these threats have been reduced, all that remains is how to get out of the abyss of extremes.

Meng Zhen investigated secretly and found that everyone had been severely injured to varying degrees, especially the Emperor of Heaven.It's no wonder that these immortals who usually seem to have strong spiritual power were sent to the bottom of the abyss, almost as if they were powerless.

Even if you are injured, as long as you get rid of the black energy, all the immortals, headed by the emperor, will immediately set up a formation at the bottom of the abyss to gather spiritual power, hoping to break through the fog at the top of the head.

Even Ji Wuxing stepped forward to help, Meng Zhen devoted his attention to the movement above his head, the sound of piercing the air came one after another, except for all kinds of instigation and ridicule by the monster, only the spiritual power of Yan Chongming's attack was left to stir up the clouds.

After a while, there was an effect. With the strength of the crowd, the thick fog above the head was cut away, finally revealing the two people fighting in mid-air.The next moment, the boy in black clothes above his head turned his head and smiled strangely at Meng Zhen.

There was a rustling sound behind them, and before the immortals could react, the white bones that had been eaten away from the ground before suddenly revived, and within a moment, they had already attacked the formation that had just been formed.

"Returning Soul Incense!" A fairy exclaimed.

Meng Zhen couldn't smell anything, but the situation of resurrection from the dead must have the fragrance of returning souls at the bottom of the abyss.A large number of white bones retained the strongest spiritual power in life, and at this moment they smelled the fragrance and resurrected to attack.

Meng Zhen withdrew from the formation formed by everyone's joint efforts, and swung the Chaomu Wendi with his backhand to fight with those bones.The bones and spiritual power gathered from all directions were incomparably powerful. Meng Zhen barely stood in front of the formation to buy some time for everyone.

Above the head, after several strong spiritual forces collided, Yan Chongming glanced at the situation below, and saw the spiritual power gathered by the crowd formation attacking the upper barrier, Yan Chongming combined the two swords in his hands into one, and the light of the Chongming sword was cold , Clanking and clanging swords sound like tigers roaring and dragons singing, and the majestic spiritual power is like a mountain hitting the layered seals on the top of the abyss.

The mountains and rivers are dark, and the rivers and seas are rushing.

"Meng Zhen, it's now!" Yan Chongming hurriedly shouted in mid-air.

The dark underground abyss suddenly shines through thousands of miles of stratus clouds, and the bright sky breaks through the layers of fog, clearing thousands of miles.There was a gap in the sky above the head, and the people who had formed the formation before ran towards the gap with all their remaining spiritual power.

At the front, everyone escorted the late emperor out first, and Ji Wuxing held Nan Dai in his arms and followed closely behind.

"Brother Yun!" Qian Qiyu, who was walking in front of the wind, turned her head and just called out to Meng Zhen, when she suddenly found Meng Zhen turned back in mid-air, and there was a large amount of blood in front of her eyes, and her eyes were piercing and frightening. Before Qiyu could see it clearly, he had already passed the barrier above Congjizhiyuan.

The broken gap was tightly closed again, and there was no more sound.

"Hahahaha..." Crazy laughter sounded in the silent abyss, like the comfort of a devil finally escaping from hell.

The young man in Xuanyi held the Yingying sword in his hand, and it fell to the ground lightly. His eyes were full of bloodthirsty pleasure. 3000 years."

No sound could be heard in the ear, the abyss was terrifyingly silent, but no matter how scary it was, it couldn't compare to the blood, which seemed to flow endlessly. Meng Zhen stretched out his hand to cover it, but it didn't have any effect.

He couldn't speak, his teeth were chattering, and his body was trembling, but he still stubbornly reached out to cover the blood on Yan Chongming's chest. If this was a dream, it was obvious that he never dreamed.

"Yun... Brother Yun, don't be afraid..." Yan Chongming tried to raise his hand, but it was in vain. He tried his best to say a word, but he couldn't comfort Meng Zhen who was almost speechless.

The chest was filled with demon energy, and the bright red blood turned black in an instant, Meng Zhen took off the only two petals of green flowers left on the Chaomu Wendi, crushed them and applied them to the wound, barely stopping the bleeding.

Just as Yan Chongming was about to stop him, he suddenly couldn't move his hands and feet. The next moment Meng Zhen leaned over to breathe with his mouth, and the endless spiritual power was released. Yan Chongming's eyes were full of anger. With a wave of Meng Zhen's hand, the The red feather instantly turned into a red ribbon and covered his eyes.

Meng Zhen knelt down on the ground, untied Yan Chongming's robe, and raised his hand to cover the wound. As the palm of his hand circulated, wisps of devilish energy flowed up the palm of his hand, and disappeared into his forearm.

Drowsy drowsiness hit, and Yan Chongming was completely plunged into darkness.

"Tsk tsk, love is as deep as the sea, and life and death are promised."

The young man in Xuanyi who was standing beside him looked at all this casually, with the corner of his mouth curled up, wantonly mocking.

Meng Zhen covered Yan Chongming's lapel, thought for a while, then took off the red ribbon covering his eyes and turned it into a robe, covering Yan Chongming's body.

Meng Zhen stood up, with indifferent eyes, looked at the young man in front of him, and sneered, "What are you!"

The young man raised his hand, a hostile look appeared between his brows, and the spiritual power from the Chengying sword struck, knocking Meng Zhen to the ground, "You dare to be presumptuous when you are about to die!"

Meng Zhen wiped off the blood on his mouth, and said with a smile: "3000 years ago, you couldn't beat Yan Chongming, and you will still be the same after 3000 years. You think you are Demon Lord Qianya, but you do some shady deeds, and you are trapped in the broken soul. 3000 years in the sword, not even his shadow. You say you are Shen Xun, but you don’t have a trace of the glory of an old friend. Xuanyin Jun has broken his friendship with you. Even if it is Nan Dai, you can’t have that Brother. You are not a monster, what are you?"

"Looking for death!" A strong spiritual force struck, Meng Zhen staggered a few steps and fell to the ground, his arm was instantly cut open by the blade, bleeding profusely.

The young man walked a few steps and stopped in front of Meng Zhen, as if looking at an ant, "Speaking of which, I have a deep relationship with you, but I never thought that you would die in the abyss of Congji after all." His tone was light, looking Taking a look at the drowsy Yan Chongming, he suddenly suggested with a smile: "It's not good to be swallowed alive by a resentful spirit, isn't it? Why don't you wake him up and let him watch how you died without being able to do anything, maybe it's more interesting."

Unmoved, Meng Zhen leaned slightly in front of Yan Chongming, raised his head slightly, looked at the young man in front of him, and called out calmly: "Shen Xun."

The moment the name was uttered, the young man in front of him was confused for a moment, and Meng Zhen sighed lightly, "Your leg disease is not a lie to Xuanyin, right? Why don't you explain it to him?"

The young man's face was deeply bewildered, his brows and eyes were drooping, and the hand holding Chengyingjian, his knuckles were turning blue.The Shadow Bearing Sword was Xuanyin's natal spirit sword, which Xuanyin gave him for self-defense in case he lived alone in the deep mountains and encountered wild animals.

He looked at Chengying in his hand and laughed, "He won't believe it."

At this moment, Meng Zhen saw that his brows were deeply frowned and indulged in the past for a while, so he instantly took out the Bianhua flower that he had picked when he left Fengdu, and patted the snail on his waist, mobilizing all his spiritual power Come out to infuse into bright flowers.

A trace of spiritual power scattered into the earth, like a hypnotic ancient song, awakening the sleeping ghosts at the bottom of the abyss.

"You actually use the other shore to summon souls!" The young man woke up instantly, and swung the Chengying sword to attack Meng Zhen. Meng Zhen vomited a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.He wiped the blood from his lips, and said sharply:

"It's ridiculous! You still expect Xuanyin to believe you! On the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, you caused him to be punished by the Heavenly Emperor to contemplate for a year behind closed doors. You moved countless ghosts in Fengdu here to make puppets, disturbing the peace of the Three Realms. You What qualifications do you have for him to believe in you! He has lived a bright and honest life, but you are just a monster! Humans are not human, ghosts or ghosts, only deserve to live in this shameful darkness. Why do you live in this life? Mozun Qianya I don't know who you are, Xuanyin is no longer your friend, and you have no one close and trustworthy alive, it is really pitiful..."

"Shut up!" The young man roared angrily, almost insane, and swung the Yingying sword to cut Meng Zhen under the sword.

Just at this time, those resentful souls originally summoned by the sword spirit suddenly rioted, especially these souls themselves came from Nether Prison, smelling the spiritual energy emitted by the Bianhua flower, coupled with the Biandu's call of souls from the lord of Fengdu, the sword spirit is now in a violent and crazy mood, Those grievances immediately woke up and turned back.

Ahead was the sound of sword spirits wrestling with those hostile spirits, but Meng Zhen couldn't hear anything.His head was completely occupied by the insane and chaotic ghosts of many lifetimes, almost capturing his consciousness. The eight sufferings of life engraved on his soul escaped from the confinement of Misty Rain Conch, eroding his soul little by little.This time was different, he forcibly stripped the spiritual power from the Misty Rain Snail, and the green flowers on the Chaomu Wendi had been used up.

As for Xuanyin's "Bi'an Calling Soul", he only knew how to use it, and he only used ordinary Bianhua flowers, so he couldn't last long.He used all his strength to crawl to Yan Chongming's side, his eyes fixed on that handsome face.

His brows were cold and sharp, and he frowned slightly. Meng Zhen wanted to reach out to caress him, but he had no strength left.His eyes are better than the stars in the world, and he is amazingly beautiful when he smiles.At this moment, he is sleeping peacefully, but it is also reassuring.

He has always been cold and reserved, so taciturn that people should stay away from him.But he was always by his side, would do some clumsy and ridiculous things, would show inexplicable possessiveness, and would cling to him and call out "Brother Yun".

The world is impermanent, and this fate is always close. This was the case 3000 years ago, and it will still be the same 3000 years later.

Meng Zhen tilted his head slightly, and saw those ghosts attacking vigorously under the guidance of the other shore, and the sword spirit was temporarily unable to escape.Before that, Yan Chongming would definitely wake up.He gently lay on Yan Chongming's body, and closed his eyes safely.