The wind and moon of the other world are full of the world

Dawn, the intersection of black and white, the moment when the darkness is extreme, and the light is transmitted in an instant; it is also the moment when the most weary and vigilant are the most lax.

In the silent darkness, the sleeping person suddenly opened his eyes, then sat up abruptly, with sharp phoenix eyes, looking out the window at the dark night sky.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Zailan woke up almost at the same time Meng Qianxun sat up,

Meng Qianxun hurriedly got out of bed and said, "I'm going out for a while, you... come along too."

Hesitating for a moment, Meng Qianxun decided to let Cheng Zailan be together, because even if he refused, Cheng Zailan would definitely follow.

The two went out hand in hand, and as soon as they left the small courtyard, they saw a black figure running out in the same hurry. Meng Qianxun saw the figure clearly and called out: "Xiao Mo."

The black shadow retreated quickly, and turned around in surprise: "My lord, why are you here?"

"Lazy." Meng Qianxun said quite seriously.

Guan Mo couldn't care about that much for a while, he just looked up at the pitch-black sky, and said anxiously: "My lord, there is a change in the enchantment, I'm afraid it's the evil spirits of the demon race who have acted."

Meng Qianxun nodded solemnly and said, "I'm going to have a look."

After saying that, the three figures quickly disappeared into the silent mansion.

The first ray of sunlight at dawn penetrated the stratus clouds and poisonous miasma, coating the azure barrier with a golden halo.

Meng Qianxun stood alone under the century-old banyan tree, with a thin body and elegant clothes, she closed her eyes intently, inspecting the situation of the demonic poison in the sky above Tai Town, then opened her eyes and walked around the barrier, After confirming that there were no omissions in the spirits from all directions, they came out.

"My lord, how is it?" Guan Mo asked anxiously.

Meng Qianxun shook her head helplessly, and sighed: "After all, the northeast and southwest directions are weaker. The bloody jade bamboo sent by the red beans in the southwest direction has not been fully used by me, and the northeast direction..."

"I have something I can lend you." With a deep and solemn voice, Cheng Zailan pulled out the soft sword at his waist with a "clang".

The Moxie Sword is definitely a spiritual treasure, and it may be used to guard the northeast of "Wuyouzhen".

Meng Qianxun turned her gaze to Cheng Zalan in surprise, froze for a moment, then shook her head and said, "No."

"Why? Is my Moxie sword not as good as that sword?" Cheng Zailan raised his finger, a little displeased with Meng Qianxun's categorical rejection.

Meng Qianxun looked in the direction Cheng Zalan pointed at, then turned back and smiled and said, "So you said Fengming Sword, Fengming Sword is Qianxun's sword, of course it can be; but Moxie is your sword, I can't control it , so no, there is no such thing as good or bad.”

"Xingchen, must the thing guarding the formation be his own?" Cheng Zailan frowned, and asked Xingchen beside him, really, why is it so troublesome?

Xingchen nodded, and said: "Not necessarily, but it must be a treasure that Master Meng can control."

Cheng Zailan's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he said excitedly, "Does it mean that it is enough for Mo Xiejian to agree with Qianxun?"

"Uh...it should be fine..." Xingchen looked at Cheng Zalan with a complicated expression, and hesitated in his voice. Mo Xiejian is an ancestral item of the Cheng family. The main pavilion asked Mo Xiejian to approve Meng Qianxun?

As soon as he heard that there was no problem, Cheng Zailan immediately grabbed Meng Qianxun's palm and caught a glimpse of the remaining scar on the slender middle finger, presumably it was the wound dripping blood last night.

"Just a moment."

With a voice as gentle as the wind, with a soothing voice, Meng Qianxun only felt a pain in his fingertips, and then a drop of blood jumped into the air, merging with another drop of blood in the air, the blood blended, and dripped on the extremely sharp white blade. On the sword, it stays together for a long time without slipping, and slowly penetrates into the blade, finally forming a strange petal-shaped sword mark, with a deep and clear texture, as if engraved for thousands of years.

"Qianxun, Mo Xiejian has recognized you." The throbbing voice was full of joy and excitement.

Meng Qianxun stared blankly at her fingers, the blood on her fingertips had dried, and looked up blankly at Cheng Zailan, who was excited and excited, suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in her heart.

blood……

Which Qianxun did Mo Xiejian approve of?

Cheng Zailan, who are you?

The throbbing of that kiss, I can no longer tell whose soul is beating...

The Moxie sword hangs in the northeast direction, and in the southwest direction, in addition to the bloody jade bamboo, there is also a bitan pot with a leisurely wind. The spirits from all directions are full of spiritual power, and they are evenly matched. The power of Wuyouzhen should have been strengthened, but the light beam in the sky is not at all. Did not increase by half.

Xingchen, who knew a little about Wuyouzhen, looked up at the enchantment in mid-air, and couldn't help wondering, if the spiritual things grow, why doesn't the formation increase?unless……

A gleam of light flashed in Xingchen's eyes, and he looked at Meng Qianxun not far away. Meng Qianxun looked the same, but Guan Mo beside him frowned, looking at Meng Qianxun's eyes full of concern.

It seems that he guessed right, it was the problem of Meng Qianxun.

Xingchen was hesitating whether to report his discovery to Cheng Zalan, at this moment, the ground shook, and the black clouds over Tai Town rolled like waves, rolling in from all directions, and violently collided with the barrier defense in midair.

Everyone was slightly startled.

"There are quite a few here." Cheng Zailan turned his head and looked at Meng Qianxun with a calm expression.

Meng Qianxun nodded, smiled slightly, and said: "There are mixed fish and dragons, and there are not many masters, so they can't break the barrier."

"Then don't worry about it?"

Meng Qianxun shook his head, looked at the sky, and said: "No, only the Ghost Sect has come from the three demon sects. It is conceivable that the Yan Sect and the Xing Sect are fighting You Ran and the others, so this battle must not only be fought, but must also be fought." The arrogance of winning."

Cheng Zailan's face darkened, and he said indifferently: "Just rely on you and Guan Mo? Meng Qianxun, you are not allowed to mess around, I tell you, I will not help you!"

Meng Qianxun raised her lips, smiling elegantly, yet seductively.

Her phoenix eyes were as gentle as water, and Meng Qianxun stared at Cheng Zalan, who had a gloomy and displeased face, and slowly backed away, step by step, with a firm voice softly overflowing her pale lips: "You will, Zailan, you will... ..."

As the voice fell, the snow-white figure followed the blue light and slowly rose, blending into the huge beam of light in the midair.

Outside the barrier, countless monsters, demons and ghosts opened their mouths wide open, striking and beating the mask of the barrier with ferocious faces, like moths rushing to the flame, one after another, trying to break a hole, but they were all overwhelmed by the power of the barrier. Turned into powder, disappeared in the Three Realms.

Guan Mo drew his sharp sword out of its sheath, and what surrounded his body was not pure yang qi, but an ethereal light azure light. He looked coldly at Cheng Zalan, who was standing with his hands behind his back, and flew into the air, floating outside the barrier, waving Sword Slaying Demon...

Limbs and bones were broken, blood was sprinkled like rain, wherever Guan Mo's sword went, there were wailing like thunder; but the ants-like debris seemed to be inexhaustible, and even though Guan Mo's spiritual power was strong, he couldn't. Not a long term solution.

"Pavilion Master, the Sun Department, Moon Department, Star Department and the 72 dead soldiers in the pavilion are already waiting outside the Tianque Valley. Shall we act now?..."

Cheng Zailan pursed his lips and looked up at the dazzling beam of light. The beam of light was so huge that he couldn't see Meng Qianxun's figure clearly. He could only see the eight-dimensional spiritual creatures hanging three feet above the ground suddenly rise up and gather around the beam of light, spinning violently. The light of the blue enchantment suddenly brightened.

Wuyou turned defense into offense, and sharp blue rays of light shot out like arrows. Wherever the blue lights went, demons and ghosts were instantly turned into ashes, and Guan Mo's pressure suddenly dropped.

"go!"

Cheng Zailan turned around resolutely. If Meng Qianxun said that the ghost gate of the demon clan is here, and the Yanmen and Xingmen are fighting against Feng Youran and other Xuanling clans, then the defense of the two layers of ice and fire at this moment is bound to be weak. He has planned for several months. , spared no expense in disaster relief, just for today's opportunity.

"Wait a minute, Master!—"

Cheng Zailan turned his head, looked at Xingchen sharply, and said, "What's the matter?"

Xingchen was stunned, and hurriedly said: "Pavilion Master, your sword..." If he remembered correctly, the old villa master once ordered that when entering the territory of the Demon Realm, you must bring the Mo Xie Sword.

Cheng Zailan froze for an instant, and said coldly: "Xing Chen, do I need a sword to enter the Demon Realm?"

"This... the old owner has explained..."

"Presumptuous!—" Cheng Zailan sternly shouted.

"Pavilion Master, please think twice and take back Mo Xie Sword." Ri Lang, Yue Hua, and Ming Yan immediately understood Xing Chen's words, and immediately knelt down and begged for orders in unison.

"You -- well, very good, what you say when you're sitting here is nothing to your ears?!" Cheng Zailan was furious.

"Palace master, please think twice!"

"Pavilion Master, Mo Xie Sword is difficult to control. The ceremony just now is that the Pavilion Master's blood was used to lure talents and barely succeeded. Xingchen thought that if the Pavilion Master was not guarding here, Mo Xie Sword would definitely not be used by Meng Qianxun, and the spiritual power would be backfired at that time... "

"Enough!" Cheng Zailan stopped loudly, but his heart was in chaos. Xingchen's words were not unreasonable. He and Mo Xiejian were connected with each other. The blood dripping ceremony just now was probably the result of his intentional assistance to Meng Qianxun.

Looking up at the beam of light in the air, the eight treasures are rapidly rotating around the beam of light. Cheng Zailan frowned, and could vaguely see the gesture of the white figure in it fluttering and changing rapidly. The fighting outside the barrier continued, and the light of the barrier became weaker!If he rashly recalls Mo Xiejian again...

Gritting his teeth hard, Cheng Zailan was about to raise his hand, but his pupils suddenly dilated——

"don't want!--"

"grown ups--"

The four people, Sun Yuexing and Ming Yan, raised their heads in surprise, and saw that the Mo Xie sword that had been controlled by Meng Qianxun suddenly attacked, and the sharp white edge of the sword was rushing towards Meng Qianxun in the beam of light. It is clearly the position of the chest...