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"I'm bored, let's destroy it." Nightmare looked at Shu Huayan expressionlessly, and asked himself how could there be such an annoying person in this world.

"That's right, that's how it feels. Fu Jun scolds me again!" Shu Huayan's eyes lit up. Yan Huai has always been able to see from afar, and he has always maintained a mentality of appreciating beauties. Look at him, but the real Yan Huai is so fierce, and the way to deal with him is so ruthless, if it is normal, how dare he stare at Yan Huai for so long like this fake.

"You must be sick." The nightmare scolded him.

"A few more words?" Shu Huayan blinked.

Yan Yao, who was tossed by Shu Huayan for more than a day or two, closed his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

"Why are you good and don't learn from bad? What's the point of talking less like Yan Huai? Let me tell you, a beauty should talk more and laugh more, so it's so pleasing to the eye." Shu Huayan started his conversation again The act of chanting.

The nightmare demon really wanted to say, can I throw this person out? It is best to kick and kick him if he is far away.

However, it does not have this ability. The Nightmare Monster's greatest ability is to weave nightmares and make people sink into fear. For the rest, the Foundation Establishment monks can hang them.

In order not to be retaliated against, they can only trap these few people in a small world, hoping that a group of monks who have been devoured can starve themselves to death. Mo Lingyun, who brought his own dry food, does not know how long he can eat.

But, this group of people!Too tight!

"Brother, stay a while." Mo Lingyun gnawed the last piece of cake in his hand.

"What?" Nightmare was wary.

"You can leave if you want, but keep the piece of meat."

Shu Huayan at the other place looked at her nails, "It's so boring, do you have any peanuts here?"

"You, don't go too far!"

"Oh, isn't it Nightmare? Can't you just change some melon seeds and trick me?"

It was actually an accident that he could send Shu Huayan away.

That day he whispered in Nightmare Monster's ear as usual: "Does your lord eat candy?"

Nightmare Yao stretched out his hand to pick it up expressionlessly, Shu Huayan flipped his wrist, and threw the candy into his mouth, still muttering: "Yan Huai doesn't eat sweets at all, you have to act like it. "

Nightmare Yao, who couldn't defeat Shu Huayan, had a slightly distorted expression, "I'm not him!"

Shu Huayan snorted in disgust, and accidentally scratched his finger when he took out the fan, "Ah, it's bleeding."

"Can you be more exaggerated?" Nightmare Yao was too lazy to respond to this dramatist.

However, the moment its voice fell, the whole world shook accordingly.

Shu Huayan pinched her fingers, turned her eyes left and right, and responded, "Probably, yes?"

Such a big movement is the revival of the guardian beast of the Shuyang Secret Realm.

When Shu Huayan saw the old man in green, he took a step back holding his fan, and murmured in a low voice, "Tomb-slayer beast? Grandfather is really generous..."

"Are you from the blood of the Shu family?" the old man asked him.

"Exactly." Shu Huayan replied.

"That's great." The old man smiled kindly, "I have guarded this mausoleum for [-] days and nights, and you are the first descendant of the Shu family to visit."

"...No." Shu Huayan shook his finger that was about to stop bleeding, "So in the end, we still recognized our relatives by dripping blood?"

"Correct."

"Then why don't you set up a blood test device at the entrance? It's such a hassle?"

"Master said that those who can't even enter the 72nd formation of the coffin are not worthy of being the descendants of the Shu family."

"That is to say, before entering here, it's useless for me to spill blood all the way, right?" Shu Huayan choked up.

The old man replied respectfully: "Young master is right to think so."

"...OK." For the first time, Shu Huayan felt that he was so poor at words.

He is not interested in mourning the spring and autumn, but there are many old demons who have guarded the tomb for a hundred years.

"Which generation of the Shu family are you?"

"The tomb owner's grandson."

"Is it so close? How is the eldest lady doing now?"

"died."

"Where is Second Miss?"

"crazy."

"...Then who is the current Palace Master of Qianjiu Palace?"

"Yanqi."

Shu Huayan's answer was very simple, but the old demon still persisted in asking: "Does the little master have any other brothers and sisters?"

"No."

"The Yan family boy didn't renew his strings?" The old demon was a little surprised. When it was still in Qianjiu Palace, Yan Qi's wolf ambition was obvious to all, but the young lady didn't know people clearly.

"No." Shu Huayan suddenly hooked the corners of his lips, and his eyes were filled with amusement, "It's just that Yanqi's other children were all killed by Yanzhi."

Seeing Shu Huayan's attitude, the old demon didn't ask any more questions, and just bowed and said: "It's the slave who talked too much."

"It's not too much to say, but it's just something that can be known by random inquiries." Shu Huayan opened the fan and said: "The two friends who came in with me, Yan Huai and Rong Sa, they are now where?"

Outside the secret realm, it was even more chilly after autumn, and the two masters, uncles and nephews looked at each other speechlessly for a while.

"Uncle Jiuchen, Zhelan's soul lamp is getting darker."

"If it drags on, he will die."

"It doesn't matter if he's dead, he should have died a long time ago." Ning Jiuchen replied coldly.

"Master Uncle." Jing Rong choked, "You can ignore Zhelan, but what about the other disciples of our sect? What about the disciples of other sects' aristocratic families? Shall we leave them together in this secret realm and abandon them?"

"..." Ning Jiuchen remained silent, and after a long time slowly replied: "You are the Young Sect Master, so naturally I can't control you."

"This matter has nothing to do with my identity." Jing Rong looked at him.

Ning Jiuchen looked away, and asked again: "If you destroy this Shuyang secret realm, what will you do with the living souls and poisons sealed inside?"

"Master, do you know what's inside?" Jing Rong was surprised.

Ning Jiuchen didn't answer him this time, and Jing Rong didn't ask him further.

The Qingyue Peak disciples headed by Jing Rong were scattered everywhere, and the Qingyun Peak disciples also lined up to help the disciples in the secret realm.

The Ling Xiao sword appeared in Jing Rongfu's hand, the long sword that had been sealed for a long time was simple, only the sword master's aura lingered on its side, the pale golden streamer caressed the sword body, silently calling for the Ling Xiao sword whose blade was unknown how old it was .

In the illusion, Jing Rong, who had closed his eyes and cultivated himself, suddenly opened his eyes, and the spiritual power contained in the split soul turned into a halo and lingered in his palm during the transformation of the hand formula. with distinction.

The people working in the fields stopped their work at the same time, and looked up at the discolored sky. The monks who knew how to practice also hurried out, looked at the gloomy sky, and whispered: "Which mighty man is this?" Out of customs? Such a big formation?"

The aura of heaven and earth swarmed in, and the disciples of the Wan Dao League who were guarding the entrance of the secret realm rushed to evacuate other monks who were waiting for their children to leave the customs.

Ning Jiuchen was speechless for a moment, and Jing Rong's defensive temperament seemed to have never changed, or he had never been frustrated in this world.

"One sword of heaven and earth can overcome all laws." It is the sword that moves according to the heart, pointing directly at the secret realm of Shuyang.

The imaginary territory contains the most powerful moves of the Nascent Soul Dzogchen and hits directly on it in response.

This Nascent Soul Daoist Ling Jue slashed open a seam in the century-old secret realm.

Among the chaotic rocks, there are countless vengeful souls screaming, and the sword-wielding monk in mid-air looks solemn, and the flying dust dares not touch his clothes. He is the arrogance admired by the world-Rongxie Daojun.

In this chaos, Taoist disciples were dealing with the overflowing souls, and medical practitioners were also busy looking for the victims in the secret realm. Jing Rong was looking for Mo Lingyun and Ning Qing.

Mo Lingyun, who was holding a fruit and smiling all over his face, was particularly eye-catching amidst the howling ghosts and wolves. He waved his hand and called him: "Master!"

Jing Rong found the dying Ning Qing in the ruins, his eyes fell far away, and he didn't look back when Jing Rong leaned over to surround him.

"Zhelan?!" The man in his arms was barely breathing, and Mo Lingyun hurriedly squatted down, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?!"

Ning Qing didn't pay attention to anyone, he stared at that place, couldn't tell whether he was laughing or crying, and murmured in a very low voice: "Yes... I will save you..."

As soon as the words fell, he couldn't bear it anymore and passed out.

"Huh? Help me...? Am I fine?" Mo Lingyun was a little flustered, and the master and apprentice hurried away with Ning Qing.

No one would notice that where Ning Qing's gaze fell before, there was a masked man standing.

Yan Huai swallowed down the fishy sweet smell in his throat, Jing Rong's sword, the sword energy affected less than three people, he just won the lottery, but the sword energy was spilled, almost bleeding him.

Most of the people who entered the secret realm this time were stopped at the Tomb of the Living Dead level, and there were not a few people who were scratched and wounded. Those who entered the 72nd formation of the sky coffin were mostly left behind. There are not many secret realms.

Ning Qing hasn't woken up since he fainted, and the disciples of the medical pavilion are helpless, they only think that he has stayed in this miasma of evil spirits for too long, hurting the source, if there is no fusion of spiritual power to relieve, it may affect his own meridians , the cultivation stagnated or even regressed.

"Spiritual fusion?" Jing Rong raised his hand, his spiritual root can accommodate the five elements, and Ning Qing's wood spiritual root should not be repulsive.

"Do you understand the meridians of the human body?" The nurse asked him, "If you don't understand, even if the spiritual power blends together, it will only be counterproductive if it violently collides with the meridians."

Jing Rong was speechless, and heard the nurse add: "Besides, Young Master Ning is too weak now, I'm afraid he won't be able to withstand such a tyrannical spiritual power from the Taoist Lord."

"What should we do about this matter?" Jing Rong got straight to the point.

"Looking for a golden elixir stage medical practice, the most suitable is the water wood spirit root. The wood is the source of Mr. Ning. It moistens all things and nourishes their vitality. The Taoist Lord should also remember that those with little talent and learning are not allowed."

"Senior sister, are you talking about the ghost doctor Yan Huai?" the doctor behind him muttered in a low voice.

How can it be so easy to find a golden core stage monk who majors in medical skills? It doesn't matter if they are required to be proficient in the meridians of the human body, and they also limit the water and wood spirit root?

It just so happened that Yan Huai met all of the above, not to mention that he is still the No. 1 ghost doctor, and his medical skills are definitely not bad.

When the ghost doctor was mentioned, all the doctors fell silent, but Jing Rong looked thoughtfully at the doctor who spoke, and asked, "Yan Huai?"

"...I heard from my friends of the Wan Dao League that they also came when they saw that man..." The doctor answered rather awkwardly, but he didn't dare to take Daojun's opinion.

"I'll go find him."