Seal of Chaos

Zhou Junti, instead slashed in the direction where Lang Fengke was falling.The enemy must be saved!Regardless of whether Zhou Junti stopped the knife or not, Lang Fengke would surely die.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Junti's eyes turned red.With a roar, he punched himself in the chest violently, spewing out a large mouthful of blood, and sprinkled all of it on a bright red talisman in front of his chest. The talisman instantly turned into a ball of light and flew towards the swordsman.At the same time, he poured all his spiritual power into the Wugui Sword without reservation, and the Yujian quickly moved towards Lang Fengke.The talisman could only block it for a moment, and the swordsman's knife still slashed, but it fell on Zhou Junti's back.The powerful and heavy knife did not affect the speed of his sword at all, and the swordsman could only watch helplessly as he flew away with Lang Fengke in his arms.

Zhou Junti tore out a glimmer of light in this mortal situation by means of almost self-mutilation.

"Lang Xiao, pay attention."

Lang Fengke heard a zither sound.According to what Zhou Junti said, he listened carefully and calmly.

The person who plotted against him has a very high level of cultivation, and the talisman used is orthodox in Taoism. If no one helps him, it will be difficult to break it with his own strength.The Meditation Jue played by Zhou Junti with spiritual power happened to be the nemesis of this kind of talisman.

The meditation tactic suddenly turned into a mental rejuvenation tactic, and Lang Fengke slowly fell asleep.

"Zhou Gan, let's go home." Lang Fengke murmured while half asleep and half awake.

Zhou Junti stopped the piano, stroked his forehead, and said: "There are many rules in the mountain gate, it's better to wander the world together."

Lang Fengke closed his eyes and said with a smile: "If your master knows that his precious apprentice was kidnapped by his cheap son, I don't know how he will feel."

Zhou Junti turned his head away, suppressing the urge to shed tears, and said, "Probably he will send senior brother Li to arrest us both."

A tear ran down Lang Fengke's cheek.

This night, he kept wandering between half-dream and half-awake, one by one past events came to mind, and scenes floated before his eyes.Whenever he wakes up, he can always hear the sound of the piano in his ears, breaking all demonic barriers for him.

There seemed to be a flash of light in the confusion, and his mind suddenly became clear, and he sat up suddenly and shouted: "It's him! It's him! It's him!"

Zhou Junti was taken aback by the shout, and hurriedly stopped the sound of the piano and asked, "Who is it?"

Lang Fengke's eyes widened, and his breathing was a little short: "The person who pushed me at the Hanyang Conference, and the wall of Wumeng City, it turned out to be the same person, it was him."

Zhou Junti asked in a deep voice, "Who?"

Lang Fengke replied: "That swordsman, the swordsman who was with Beng Yunzhang."

Zhou Junti frowned and said nothing.

"At the ghost house in Ye County, I felt like someone was gently pushing me from behind. After that, I fell into a magic barrier. I only felt that there were monsters in front of me. It was the same feeling at the Hanyang Conference. At that time, I still had a faint sense of consciousness. There is a figure from the back. There is also Wumeng City... I will never admit to this person's figure and aura."

16. Chapter of Chaos: Demonic Obstacles

After several years, Zhou Junti once again returned to Banshan Xiaozhu, a small courtyard built by himself and carrying many memories of himself.The teenagers who drank and sang in this courtyard at the beginning have all adopted their characters and honored titles, but their original intentions have never changed.

Lang Fengke brushed the branches of the silk tree again, and smiled at Zhou Junti, "Do you want me to go down the mountain and buy some wine?"

Zhou Junti was expressionless: "Don't drink, quit."

Lang Fengke thought he was still locked in anger, and was about to tease him a few words, but was interrupted by a figure rushing in like a whirlwind.Seeing Lang Fengke, the man seemed extremely surprised, pointed at him, and even his voice trembled: "You...how did you come back?".

Lang Fengke tilted his head and asked Li Yongzhen, who came after him: "Uncle, what's the matter? Are you so excited to know we're back?"

Master Fu Jia, who has always been calm and dignified, unexpectedly turned pale in such a fright.However, what he said next shocked Li, Zhou, and Lang: "Aren't you captured by the demon king? How did you get released so quickly? Do you know that the head sect went down the mountain to save you? "

"help me?"

"The demon king caught him?"

"Master has gone down the mountain?"

The three were stunned.

"Yesterday, the brother in charge of the sect received a letter saying that Lang Fengke was captured by the demon king, and he was asked to go down the mountain alone to the Ailao and exchange his life for his life." The ominous feeling in Fu Jia's heart became stronger and stronger.If Lang Fengke was not arrested, wouldn't Immortal Master Jing Xing cast himself into the trap?

Zhou Junti suddenly thought of something, reached out his hand and took out a thin-necked glass bottle from Lang Fengke's arms.

Li Yongzhen was stunned: "What is this?"

Zhou Junti quickly explained: "The demon king's subordinates caught him on the road."

"You two gentlemen, you can tell me everything about the younger one..." Mr. Zhenghui began to cry as soon as he saw the light.

"Does the Yaozu have a stronghold in the second state of Denglai? How many? Where are they?" Zhou Junti said, pointing to the bottle with his spiritual power.

However, before Mr. Zhenghui could reply, Lang Fengke became impatient.He smashed the body of the bottle with his palm, held the little firefly in his palm, and closed his eyes.

It was too late for Zhou Junti to stop it.He has heard about the technique used by Lang Fengke, it is a memory retrieval technique, a unique technique created by Lang Fengke himself.If the recipient is willing, this spell is harmless.If it is not voluntary, the skull will be broken and died immediately after the memory is forcibly extracted. At the same time, the caster will also suffer backlash.

A moment later, Lang Fengke's body shook, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, even from his earholes.The firefly in the palm is no longer alive.

"The haunted house in the south of Ye County, the misty forest in the north of Dasong, the bottom of the Mishui River in Fengcheng."

Li Yongzhen quickly made arrangements: "Junior Brother Lang is going to Ye County, Junior Brother Zhou is going to Dasong, and I am going to Fengcheng."

Lang Fengke's face was gloomy and he didn't say a word, with a little pinch of the formula in his hand, his body disappeared like smoke.Zhou Junti was worried about his injury, but there was nothing he could do.Thinking of Qin Ying following him, he felt relieved temporarily, and Yu Jian went towards Da Song.

The Misty Forest is a lush cypress forest, named for the difficult roads in the forest and the perennial fog.In recent years, there have been rumors of cannibalism in the misty forest, which has caused no nearby villagers to dare to approach this area.

Since it was chosen as a secret stronghold by the Yaozu, the common people must be kept away.But if he eats a lot of people, it will attract the attention of nearby fairy gates or passing monks.It is the best way to eat a few at will, throw out the bones, and deliberately spread some rumors.

Zhou Junti held the Wujiu sword tightly in one hand, and opened his eyes with the other hand, mobilizing his senses instead of eyesight, and walked carefully through the thick fog.The closer to the center, the heavier the evil spirit. Zhou Junti felt that the surrounding temperature was getting lower and lower, and even the exhaled breath was about to condense into ice.When he was about to reach the center, his feet suddenly stopped, and at some point a tree vine wrapped around his ankle.He cut off the vines, and immediately more vines swept across the ground.The Li Yao sitting here is probably transformed by vines.Since it is a vine, it must be afraid of fire.Zhou Junti wrapped Wujiu with spiritual power, and waved it towards the vines with the temperature of the flame.The vines that touched the flames twitched as if they were in pain, but the next moment they entangled themselves, as if they had nothing to fear.

After fighting for a long time, the broken vine tentacles on the ground piled up into mountains, but there were more vines entangled one after another, seemingly endless.After all, this is its home field.Zhou Junti restrained his inner irritability, pondered for a long time, and suddenly realized a little bit: Yes, the power of the flame lies in the power of starting a prairie fire, not in the temperature.Even if there is only a little spark, there must be the momentum to move forward and burn everything.

He withdrew his sword, embraced Yuan Shouyi, as if he had settled down, and let the vines wrap him into a huge cocoon.The next moment, he exploded.Like raging flames like flames, she ignores everything, uses herself as a spark, and seems to burn all the demons and ghosts in the world into ashes!

When the vines, like remnant snow, met boiling oil, they instantly turned into a mass of nothingness, and dissipated into the heaven and earth together with the vine demon itself not far away.

Suddenly a cold voice sounded: "Mr. Ling De has a good manner and good means."

The surrounding temperature seemed to drop a bit lower.Zhou Junti frowned and said, "Pretending to be a ghost."

The voice sounded again, and it seemed to be a little more sincere: "I'm not pretending to be a ghost, but I want to make a deal with Ling Dejun."

Zhou Junti frowned and did not answer, the voice continued: "I was born as a demon fairy, and I have never harmed anyone. It is only because the demon king locked me with the demon lock..."

Before he finished speaking, the voice suddenly paused, and he roared angrily: "I let him out, but he took revenge on me with a demon chain to capture my demon spirit! I would rather die than live!"

After the roar, there was another slight pause, and the voice returned to the coldness before, as if not knowing what happened just now, he continued: "I have no choice but to work for him. If you can break this lock, I will use my intelligence to Come change."

Zhou Junti didn't dare to promise easily: "Whether it can be split or not, you have to try it."

The frost on the ground condensed and turned into a woman's figure.Banshees are mostly beautiful, but she can only be regarded as delicate.Thin and thin, with small facial features, it seems that it will fall down when it is blown by the north wind, and it will melt away when it is exposed to the sun.

She wears a strange shackle around her hands and neck.The shackles seemed to be a cloud of smoke and flowing iron, which seemed to be soft and extremely tough.

Zhou Junti tried the Wugui sword briefly, feeling powerless.

The banshee's face was still cold: "This lock is the result of the demon king's painstaking efforts. If anyone in the world can break it, it can only be you. Only you can break his defense."

Zhou Junti pondered for a while.He wanted to ask why me, but such a question didn't make much sense.Don't ask what you want to say, let alone ask what you don't want to say.He silently recited the Qingxin Jue, feeling the meaning of the Dao and Tiancheng in it, and suddenly felt his hands become hot