After picking up the merman junior brother, I was forced to eat soft food

Yan Shiyun hurriedly said: "I didn't think of him, I really just wanted to see it."

Meng Ximao interjected: "He has been punished by being locked up here, so let's not cause trouble, right?"

Ah Zhuo looked at him, wanted to say something, but stopped again.

However, Jing Zun listened to him and said in his heart: [The protagonist portrayed in the book is said to be righteous and chivalrous, tolerant to others, and a model from all walks of life... But, he is a righteous and chivalrous person, how can anyone easily forgive him? Isn't it just disregarding right from wrong? ]

[However, I really can't ask Senior Brother to help me vent my anger. I have already involved Senior Brother, so it's right not to cause more trouble. ]

Thinking like this, he said: "Second senior brother is right."

Jing Zun sighed quietly, his eyes moved secretly, causing Yan Shiyun to fall a few more somersaults on the ground, until he was stretched all over, with the bowl in his hand on his face, and kept whining before giving up.

After a long time, Yan Shiyun managed to get up. The upside-down meal could no longer be eaten, so he couldn't help but glanced at Jing Zun's table a few times, embarrassed to speak, swallowed, and vented his anger at the people next to him: "Xuan Wuguang , just because your juniors didn't come, it shows that your popularity is not very good."

Xuan Wuguang closed his eyes and rested his mind, pretending he didn't hear it, and pretending he didn't smell the fragrance that filled the cave.

What Yan Shiyun wanted to say, he heard footsteps outside, accompanied by a disciple shouting: "Brother..."

It was Xuan Wuguang's third junior brother, Changsheng.

Xuan Wuguang raised his eyebrows to his side and smiled, his voice was still cold: "Chang Sheng, are you here to deliver my food?"

Changsheng rushed into the barrier, empty-handed.

Xuan Wuguang coughed: "It's okay, you came to see me, it also shows that you have me in your heart, where is Changfeng?"

Chang Sheng got up in a panic, and said anxiously: "I'm not here to see you, but... something happened to Chang Feng, big brother, you should find a way to save him!"

Xuan Wuguang: "..."

Changfeng is good at making weapons. According to Chang Sheng, Changfeng went down the mountain to buy black iron for making weapons, and found a waste sword. It is a rare treasure, but there is a demon clan who also wants it. There was a dispute between the two parties. Changfeng was not as good as the female demon cultivator. She was pushed to the ground and beaten.

[What is the sacrificial spirit? ] Ah Zhuo didn't quite understand, thinking to himself.

Jing Zun said: "Warcrafters who cast swords and knives for killing often catch wandering ghosts and bind their souls in the body of the weapon. The spiritual weapons cast in this way are a hundred times more lethal than other spiritual weapons. The wandering soul of the body is called the sacrificial spirit."

"What's the difference between this and some crooked sects offering sacrifices to strangers? Why do dignified immortal sects use this method to make utensils?" Meng Ximao asked.

"This method is indeed against the law of heaven. All walks of life have already banned it. Now there are spirit weapons for sacrifices to spirits. Most of them are those wandering souls who do not want to enter reincarnation and are willing to invest in spirit weapons."

"Why don't you want to enter reincarnation?" Meng Ximao asked again.

"Some people have too many obstacles." It was Yan Shiyun who interjected, "After entering the ghost world, they are judged by the Ten Palaces first. Not everyone can live with it. Naturally, there are wandering souls who would rather float outside and eat some flesh and blood as a sacrificial spirit."

[Oh, this is like those who have committed crimes and fled to the barren mountains, they would rather suffer a life of inhumanity than be caught. ] Ah Zhuo thought, [I don't know what these people think. ]

Changsheng waited for a while, then said in astonishment: "Why are you talking about offering sacrifices to the spirit? Isn't the point about Changfeng? He's still being beaten. That female demon has green hair and red eyes, which is very scary."

"Hu Yiqing." Jing Zun frowned, this was one of the four protectors under his command in the past.

Hu Yiqing is indeed good at making utensils. The spiritual utensil that Jing Zun used to replace the Jade Halberd was still made after the drawing she gave before, and it was still a bit fuzzy. He was still thinking about asking her to change it one day.

It's just that the demons don't know that he is not dead now, and he doesn't want to show his true colors for the time being, but this guardian of Qingtang has a hot temper, and Changfeng provokes her, so he might be killed.

Over there, Xuan Wuguang said: "I'm in confinement, I can't get out, what's the use of looking for me?"

Changsheng was taken aback, and suddenly patted his legs: "Yes, then... what should I do, Master, I will never invite them."

Xuan Wuguang dodged his eyes: "You... you go first, I will think of a way."

"Brother, what can you do?"

"Don't worry about it, just go first."

Changsheng had no choice but to leave in doubt.

Seeing this situation, Jing Zun thought about whether to interfere secretly.

He glanced at the barrier at the entrance of the cave, looked at Xu for a while, and said to the people around him: "I'm already full, you two should go back first."

The two didn't ask any more questions, nodded, packed up their things and left.

There were three more people left, working independently, no one spoke, and the cave became completely quiet.

Jing Zun glanced at them a few times and saw that they were also looking around. The three of them met their eyes and moved away quickly.

"Don't bother me, I'm going to sleep." Xuan Wuguang said.

"I'm asleep too." Yan Shiyun continued.

Jing Zun nodded: "Good dream."

Then, he slowly closed his eyes, and using his spiritual power to force out his consciousness, he easily passed through the barrier with the body of his consciousness, and quickly came to the foot of the mountain.

In the small town at the foot of the mountain, the wind is sunny and sunny, and there are many people surrounded by the noisy long street. The Jingzun turned into a phantom, drifting past the crowd, and saw Hu Yi with green hair and red clothes, a high bun, holding a half-rolled sleeve Can Jian, stepped on the long wind with his feet until he spat out a big puddle of blood.

The common people at the foot of the fairy gate are not surprised by the various cultivators, and they are also accustomed to the constant competition between different types of cultivators. They just watch this scene, and they have no ability to persuade them.

Hu Yiqing stroked the broken hair in front of his forehead, and the phoenix flowers between his eyebrows were strangely red. When the broken sword was drawn out of its sheath, the old sacrificial spirit was quite powerful. Once it was drawn out of the sheath, it attracted the light of the sky, and the surroundings suddenly became dark. The sword could not help but stab straight down.

Jing Zun quickly stepped forward to intercept the blade of the sword, and quickly held the hilt of the sword and turned it back into the sheath.

The darkness dissipated, and the sky reappeared.

Hu Yiqing looked around in surprise, slightly suspicious: "My lord?"

There was no one around her, and when she realized it, suddenly her feet were empty, and someone dragged Chang Feng away, and she lost her center of gravity and fell straight backwards.

Jing Zun imagined a stream of light to support her, and looked at Chang Feng.

What dragged Chang Feng away was a black phantom, but it was not as illusory, he could see the other party, but the other party could not see him.

"Xuan Wuguang." Jing Zun secretly said, and he also came out.

The spiritual consciousness cannot be achieved before the Yuanying stage, and the confinement barrier was sealed by the elders of the peaks, and it is impossible for a mere Jindan stage disciple to break through.

Changfeng couldn't see the phantom, and didn't know how to get out. He only knew that since he was saved, he had to fight for the broken sword: "Obviously I paid for it first, and I will never let it go."

Hu Yiqing grinned: "I, Yimoxiu, told you that first-come-first-served, I'm sorry, I didn't ask you to let me go. This protector is here to snatch it."

She raised the sword: "If you have the ability, you can take it back?"

As soon as the words fell, the sword suddenly left his hand for no reason and floated away in the air.

Both of them were stunned.

Jing Zun saw another purple phantom holding the sword.

Hu Yiqing wanted to chase her, but Pian Changfeng stepped forward to block her, and was about to fight again.

Jing Zun and Xuan Wuguang hurriedly and secretly pulled their own people back, and set up a barrier to keep them from moving, and then the two quickly caught up with the sword one after the other.

Holding the sword, the phantom ran extremely fast, to a deserted place, when he stopped, Jing Zun had already seen the person clearly.

The man couldn't see him either, he was silent beside him, and after a while Xuan Wuguang chased after him, caught a glimpse of the purple phantom, and roared angrily: "Yan is unlucky!"

The color of the phantom that the two of them can't hide due to their spiritual consciousness can see each other.

Such abilities should all be cultivated in the Nascent Soul Stage.

Yan Shiyun was stunned when he heard the voice, and then smiled awkwardly: "What a coincidence."

But before he could explain, he raised the broken sword, put his fingertips against the blade and pulled it out forcefully, a cloud of black mist flew out from the sword with teeth and claws.

Xuan Wuguang said: "Why did you lure this sacrificial spirit out?"

"What do you think, of course he was arrested to go to the ghost world." Yan Shiyun pulled out the Qiankun bag, trying to suck the cloud of black mist into the bag, but the black mist changed rapidly and refused to enter the bag, and even protruded from it. Claws, accompanied by piercing yells, struck toward Yan's bad luck.

Yan Shiyun cut off the white claws with a lingering light, and the layers of white claws were endless. He couldn't finish slashing, and pressed them directly with the magic array of spirits. The black mist shuttled through the array for a while, and countless skulls emerged, biting Array nets, one disappears and another reappears.

The formation was quickly broken, the black mist was enraged, and a strong wind was blown towards Yan Shilun.

Xuan Wuguang shouted from the side: "This is a sacrificial spirit from the ancient battlefield. It has swallowed too much flesh and blood, and its spiritual power is very strong. Don't overestimate your strength."

"Then what should I do, I can't get off the tiger now." Yan Shiyun said bitterly.

Xuan Wuguang had no choice but to wave his cloak to wrap up the black mist, and the trapped person got a chance to stagger back, his legs became weak and fell to the ground, but the cloak couldn't cover the black mist, and after a few whines, the cloak shattered Cracked like crumbs, the black mist became more and more insane, countless skeletons smashed their heads and covered their faces, and pressed down on the two of them, several skeleton mouths were about to bite down.

Jing Zun shook his head helplessly, stretched out his hand and swept away in a stream of light, intercepted the bone that touched Yan Shiyun's neck, then rotated Bai Lian to gather the black mist, pulled hard, and the bone attached to Xuan Wuguang's body fell down. Then dissipate.

The black mist kept struggling around Liuguang.

The two who escaped from the dead looked at each other, both showing astonishment and admiration for each other.

They all thought that the opponent's ability was activated at a critical moment.

Xuan Wuguang saw that the black mist was trapped, and quickly patted the people around him: "Why are you standing there, open the Qiankun bag quickly."

Yan Shiyun came back to his senses, oh, and quickly reopened the Qiankun bag engraved with the talisman. Jing Zun flicked the light chain, and the black mist was thrown into the bag. Once the seal was closed, there was no movement inside. .

Yan Shiyun threw the Qiankun bag into the void, and soon a translucent person floated out to catch it, cupped his hands at him, and disappeared again.

Then the two looked at each other, feeling a little uncomfortable with each other.

Xuan Wuguang moved for a while, and said: "Hurry up and go back, be careful not to be discovered by Jing Banzhan."

Not only can they not be discovered, but their spiritual consciousness can't be out of the body for too long. Their time is almost up, so the two of them hurriedly disappeared, and their spiritual consciousness returned to their places.

Jing Zun also walked back. After returning to the confinement cave, he closed his eyes and rested for a while before the two people's spiritual consciousness came back.

The two who had closed their eyes and fell asleep opened their eyes, looked at Jing Zun first, and patted him lightly.

Just as Jing Zun wanted to pretend to be woken up, Xuan Wuguang whispered, "Don't wake him up, I have something to ask you."

Yan Shiyun stopped: "It's just right, I also have something to ask you."

"You can't let Jing Banzhan hear you."

"He's asleep, all right."

"If you're pretending to be asleep, knock him unconscious."

"Okay." Yan Shiyun stretched out the hand he had just retracted, and hit Jing Zun hard on the neck.

Jing Zun: "..."

No, you think you can knock me out like this?

"Okay, I'm not pretending to be asleep, I'm pretending to be dizzy, you guys talk about yours." Jing Zun reluctantly continued to close his eyes, in fact, the two of them don't need to hide it from him, he probably already guessed their identities.

After the person "knocked out", Yan Shiyun leaned against the wall, dangled a grass whisker, and said, "Okay, tell me, who are you?"

Xuan Wuguang said with a cold face: "Tell me first, you should be from the ghost world."

Yan Shiyun pursed his lips: "Yes, I am from the ghost world, and my real name is Yan E."

"Ghost King?"

"It's just a ghost king with an empty name. My father only passed on the position to me, but didn't give me any rights and responsibilities." Yan E smiled, "What about you?"

Xuan Wuguang stretched out his hand, cupped his fists and saluted: "Xuan Yan."

"Demon King?"

"Yeah." Xuan Yan nodded.

"Then, what are your plans for hiding in Zhaoyan Mountain?"

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