Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

Hanshan.

Zhou Ling's sword light cut through a handful of puppet threads like running water.

But the silk thread was as flexible as a snake, and it circled around and rushed towards him, and was entangled by the ensuing ghost energy and tangled together.

Chop Bing's power is enlightened by evil currents, its coverage is limited, but its suppressive power is stronger than before.

With his cooperation, Puppet Silk crazily rushed towards Brother Hanshan, refining him into a puppet on the spot, and becoming the blade of Emperor Jiangxi Lingjun.

Xiang Jun's ten fingers overlapped, the search array was covered layer by layer, and the puppet lines exploded around him like fireworks.

Xie Zhuchun tried his best to circulate the spiritual power in his body, and asked Zhou Ling in a low voice, "It will be dawn in less than half an hour. What day is it?"

The white jade pendant clung to Zhou Ling's skirt, and he said, "The sixth day."

"Tsk." Xie Zhuchun hoped that Bo Ziyi would be able to run on his own, but anyone who can turn into a ghost can also rely on the soul to lead him away.

But it happened to be the sixth day, when Bo Ziyi's soul body would be scattered and reunited, it was the weakest time, and it would be impossible to let him know to hide for a while.

"Fight them!"

Xie Zhuchun slashed down with his sword brazenly, facing the magic circle formed by Lingjun.

The blood splattered, and the aura collapsed.

Seeing that they had come to the foot of the Three Zhanzhan Wine Mountain, the aura in their bodies was almost completely sealed by chopping ice.

I am afraid that this mountain climbing road will be difficult.

Yuan Xiyan knelt down on one knee, the sword in his hand did not support his body, it was broken in two, and the puppet thread was twisted from behind him.

At this moment, Xie Zhuchun said loudly: "Take the sword!"

Gu Chunjian came through the air, Yuan Xiyan caught it with his backhand and cut off the life-threatening silver thread.

Elder Feng threw away the storage card that had been emptied of the magic weapon, and shouted to Zhou Ling: "Elder Shen said that there is a sword intent left by the head of the three cups of wine to protect Hanshan, and it is still unopened. It's because of lack of spiritual power, you take the remaining spirit stone and go up the mountain!"

Zhou Ling and Elder Feng looked at each other and knew what the other party wanted to do.

Thousands of years ago, thousands of years later, the destiny is turning, the past is reappearing, and the current Han Mountain looks like a great ancient formation.

Even though the guards had never made a blood oath, they still chose to stay where they were.

Xie Zhuchun transformed into a sword energy, and said to Zhou Ling: "You were like this at that time? Ha, it's not a loss to protect you now."

He glanced at Yuan Xiyan who was holding Gu Chunjian, but he had no intention of taking the sword back.

Elder An has changed from an old man to a handsome young man. The sword in his hand cracked and screamed, but he said loudly: "Zhou Minggui, let's block them—run!"

--run!

Zhou Ling was breathing heavily, without hesitation, he turned his head and ran towards the mountain.

He heard the clear sound of the sword behind him, the dull and loud sound of the silk thread being whipped to the ground, saw the golden light illuminating the sky after the magic weapon exploded, and a tall spirit screen suddenly erected.

But the spiritual screen lasted only a few breaths before it was shattered into golden rain.

The monks couldn't last long under the icicle, and the monks would explode the pills when the spirit breath stones and magic weapons were exhausted.

These sword cultivators, who are used to moving forward, choose to stay where they are at this time, and build a protective spiritual screen.

And the ever invincible Sword Master, holding a white jade pendant, chose to go back.

Zhou Ling rushed up the mountain road, and the evil creatures swarmed and killed them, with blood marks at every step, and black water splashed on the grass blades.

At this moment, Zhou Ling had no distractions, he could not feel any pain, nor could he feel any fear.

Only the sword energy sweeps across the mountains and forests to calm the evil spirits.

But all of a sudden, there was another shock as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was cracking. The evil spirits in the sky and the earth were surging, and the evil creatures raised their heads to the sky and screamed, and began to merge and devour each other.

The evil breath superimposed, and turned into a huge evil thing brazenly. With a sweep of its long tail, it uprooted trees one after another, and its castration did not weaken at all, and it hit Zhou Ling!

Zhou Ling was pushed out horizontally and hit a mountain wall hard. The drama of strength actually blasted the mountain rock into a large crack, and his whole body was deeply embedded in the stone. After a while, he walked along the mountain wall again. slide down.

He fell to the ground, already at the end of his strength, but he stood up staggeringly on the ground, avoided the claws of the evil thing, and rolled into the bushes beside him.

"Purple clothes..."

Zhou Minggui awakened the purple butterfly from the jade pendant. The butterfly flapped its wings and landed on his bloody palm.

He laughed hoarsely: "It's not far away, you can smell the aroma of wine, fly there, okay?"

And the ignorant purple butterfly hovered around him as if reluctant to part.

Zhou Ling raised his hand and said, "Go, Ziyi, don't look back."

There was no lingering sound after the words, and the shadow of the evil thing had already covered his back.

Zhou Ling's eyes were slack, and there was no life-threatening claws in his eyes, nor was there any despair on the verge of death. There was only a purple butterfly glowing lightly, flying into the distance.

Zhou Ling closed his eyes when the butterfly was no longer visible under the heavy green leaves.

However, at this moment, another accident occurred——

A thick mist swept across the audience, as if a white bowl had been thrown upside down from the air, instantly covering Hanshan.

The evil thing seemed to be at a loss, at a loss, and could only attack indiscriminately. Zhou Ling dodged and hid in a cave.

At the foot of the Sanzhanjiu Mountain, the formation of mountains and rivers of thorns and flowers collided with the Xuantian puppet technique!

——Array against each other.

Mr. Xiang looked at the cracked ice in his hand in surprise, and said loudly, "Who is here!"

The puppet line has to rely on breath to find the person who came, but it has been a long time since they can't find the other party.

Leng Wenshu resided in the star puppet, how could he be found as a puppet?After forcibly tearing open the retrograde teleportation, he pinched the circle with one hand and held the mirage in the other, and replied loudly: "Jun Ru Jingmen—"

The millennium mirage spreads out an illusion field that covers the sky and the sun.

It conveys what it wants in its heart to Leng Wenshu, and let Leng Wenshu speak out for it.

"Wait, don't touch me, Hanshan!"

Emperor Taiqing.

The teleportation array of Beishan Academy was completely shattered, turning into bits of streamer and scattered under the dim sky.

Qiao Tan's eyes were red, he threw away the broken dagger, and drew out the water from his waist.

The revived Sword Spirit whispered, "Why are you crying?"

Qiao Tan replied, "I miss my mother."

She was weeping, but pointed the blade at the alienated evil thing. The evil thing had a hideous face, like a ghost crawling out of the depths of hell.

Comrade Taiqing beside him was mostly dead or injured, but the evil things in front of the formation continued to flow more and more.

Elder Huaili's crane hovered in the air, fighting back and forth with the evil creature that gave birth to fleshy wings.He cooperated tacitly with the spirit beast to besiege the evil things, and looked at the direction of Hanshan in the gap, thinking, I hope that little guy will be safe with Leng Wenshu, and I don’t know if the formation cultivator will raise spirit beasts. What can I do.

But Shui Qingqian heard Qiao Tan's words, and remembered that not long ago in Beishan Academy, the gentle female teacher escorted the students to the teleportation circle, while running back and forth, she and Qiao Tan were separated by countless chaotic shadows. see.

Qiao Tan pursed his lips and smiled at her mother, and pointed to the sword in his hand.

The female teacher in front of the academy blushed, but nodded vigorously.

She made a fist gesture to Qiao Tan.

Qiao Tan's mother once had a childhood sweetheart, who swore to each other when he was young, but in exchange for a mulberry, whose fate was yellow and dying, the bamboo horse who has become a monk abandoned his old wife and married a descendant of a noble family. female.

When she was desperate, she also took her daughter to find her former lover. The high wall and spotless lintel of the famous door were gorgeous and beautiful that Qiao Tan had never seen before.

They walked through it with disheveled faces, they were so out of place, and the neatly dressed maids and servants looked sideways, with a touch of pity and mockery in their expressions.

The dignified mother had seen the two of them and made a request that Qiao Tan could stay. She was talented and the family would never treat a genius badly, but her mother had to leave.

They will give her a lot of silver, but she is not allowed to return to the northern border in this life, and she is not allowed to tell outsiders that she was the man's wife and gave birth to a child for him.

Her mother didn't make a decision for Qiao Tan, she just knelt down and looked her daughter in the eye, and said, "You choose, and if you choose, you won't regret it."

This is a very caring woman. She told Qiao Tan that if she chose to stay, she might not be able to see her again. The relationship between monks and mortals is so shallow. Too many monks returned to their homeland after a hundred years of retreat. Surprised that things are different, she may also get used to it, and this family background means the starting point of future cultivation, magic weapon resources and good teachers.

If you follow yourself, if you want such a good life, you can only earn it with your own hands.

Qiao Tan, who was still a little one, said to the woman in the elegant boudoir specially prepared for her: "Mother, don't need these, I can also cultivate immortals, and I can protect you too!"

Needless to say, they were displaced, and the northern border couldn't stay any longer. The heartless person told them to leave overnight and never come back.

Before coming to Taiqingzong Beishan Academy, they lived in a leaky temple, and they were also robbed of money by hooligans, and there were men with evil intentions who saw her mother was beautiful and disturbed their temporary residence several times. It is inconvenient to maliciously spread rumors and retaliate, making their lives more difficult.

During the wandering life, Qiao Tan never complained, and the woman never complained to her. Their fist bump was an agreement to keep going.

"Sir!" a student shouted, "Xiao Jiuer has been found!"

The woman took another deep look at Qiao Tan, Qiao Tan raised her hand to touch the air, her mother finally shed tears, picked up a unconscious girl and ran to the teleportation array.

Qiao Tan stayed in Taiqingzong to guard these three hours.

Shui Qingqian said softly: "I was in Beishan Academy just now, and I heard your mother's heartbeat."

"She said, my little Tan'er has always been the pride of my mother."

Qiao Tan raised her hands to support the evil thing's barbed arms with clear water, and was rushed back a few steps. She roared, lowered her foot, and stopped her steps.

The sword light with clear water cut the throat of the evil thing.

That stubborn little girl back then has truly become a powerful monk.

Standing on the Suzerain Peak, Yan Yuanhan saw a blue spirit screen suddenly brighten up in the direction of Hanshan——the three wine peak guard formations activated.

And the silver formation in the sky above the southern boundary dimmed a bit when the evil spirit rose, and the evil current vortex pressed down, but it did not break the formation after all.

Yan Yuanhan said to Pei Jing behind him: "Do you know why I keep you here?"

Pei Jing remained silent.

"You have become a demon, and you said you wanted to take Leng Wenshu away. I have no objection, but since you are still my disciple, you can't just leave." He fixed his eyes and said, "Of course, if you weren't for my strict Yuan Han's apprentice, I will not force it."

In the past thousand years, Yan Yuanhan has only accepted two disciples.

One Zhou Ling, one Pei Jing.

At the master apprenticeship ceremony, he gave the two of them the same advice.

——Be my apprentice, bear my aspirations.

It can be said to be the No. 1 of the Master of Desperation and Maverick.

Pei Jing cupped her fists and said, "Master."

"Okay." Yan Yuanhan nodded, and said: "You stay here, once the Sifang Realm collapses, use this formation to go under the Hanshan Great Formation, plant this spiritual flower on the gate of the formation, and you don't need to worry about anything else. "

Pei Jing lowered her eyes and saw that it was a very special ancient silver flower. Its petals were still clear and silvery white, but the flower center was cinnabar red.

Yan Yuanhan raised his hand to touch Pei Jing's eyebrows, and the latter knew the effect of this spirit flower.

His arms trembled and his pupils narrowed into a line.

After a long time, Pei Jing held the branch of the spirit flower tightly in her palm, tried her best to calm her breathing, and met Yan Yuanhan's gaze.

And Yan Yuanhan's eyes, which were always cold, had a faint smile.

He is not the kind of master who is strict and benevolent. He is very rigid towards Zhou Ling and Pei Jing, and he rarely praises him.

He knew more clearly the flaws of these two disciples.

The disciples of the Taiqing sect valued xinxing the most, but the two of them had different talents in practice, but their xinxing had their own situations.

Zhou Ling only attacked but not defended, and Pei Jing was too gentle.

It doesn't matter whether these people are in peace or not. There are no flawless people in the world. The ups and downs can also give them enough experience.

But in the Sifang Realm where evil currents are a disaster, too obvious weaknesses are enough to be fatal.

Yan Yuanhan is not polite and will not show mercy, if they don't join him, there will be plenty of opportunities to chase their long-cherished wishes.

But since they have become his disciples, they have to take on the responsibility of being the great disciples of Taiqingzong.

Although this responsibility caused the two of them to suffer a lot and give up a lot.

Yan Yuanhan laughed at himself, the matter had come to this point, no amount of words would be pale, he raised his palm and pressed the shoulders of the two apprentices, the pure spiritual power poured into Pei Jing's body.

Pei Jing's complexion changed suddenly, but he couldn't move under his palm.

This master has always been like this, he will not discuss with them, nor will he say what he is going to resist.

Day and night have long been indistinguishable, but there are less than two hours left.

The evil qi churned and overwhelmed the aura, and the Sifangjie couldn't support a complete spiritual screen.

Yan Yuanhan withdrew his hand, raised it slightly, and seemed to be about to retract it on Pei Jing's shoulder, but suddenly slapped it down again.

It was like a solemn and trusting entrustment.

Then he turned around and walked steadily to the cliff edge of Xubu Taiqing Sect's main peak.

Pei Jing held back her tears, folded her sleeves and bowed, respectfully seeing her off.

The cold wind on the edge of the cliff is like a knife cutting.

Yan Yuanhan raised his eyes and saw black clouds billowing, but when he turned his eyes down, his vision suddenly became brighter.

After such an earthquake, the two weeping willows on his peak are still standing upright by the lake, with green and long leaves, tall and straight trunks, but soft willow branches.

Yan Yuanhan has gone through too many wrong paths in his life, he himself is such a flawed person, stubborn and stubborn.

When he was young, his heart was higher than the sky, and when he was young, he was good at drawing. He felt that everything was the best choice. He couldn't understand his senior brother's attitude towards the world. Looking up, he also thinks that he should stop and stop, and he will be disturbed by it.

He really wanted to lift up the upper cultivation world, and then take away Xiang Yinli and erase his memory of the human world. They are still monks in the upper cultivation world who are dedicated to the Tao.

The day when the ruthless revelation was made was the day when the ancient formation of the Four Square Realm was formed.

The plum tree on the three cups of wine withered and withered, Yan Yuanhan looked at it for a long time, remembering the words that were entrusted to him when he was drinking together.

"Help me take care of A Xue."

—He nodded in response, but it didn't happen.

He is not a good master, not a good Taoist companion.

It can't be called a monk with a clear heart.

The spiritual power spread from the top of the cliff, and the silent thunderstorm fell in Yan Yuanhan's body, and the ground was covered with phoenix flowers, entangled in the curled sleeves of the blue-bottomed crane pattern.

Yan Yuanhan untied the fringe of the Jishuang Sword, and the blade of the Frostsnow Sword let out a sharp mournful cry, which resounded throughout the Taiqing Sect.

Feisheng Leijie engulfed the spiritual power and internalized it in the body, Yan Yuanhan condensed at the root of the golden core, and the sword soul belonging to Xiangyinli in the body was also stirred up and emerged.

It was a warm breeze blowing across the banks of the willows in the south of the Yangtze River.

"Senior Brother." Yan Yuanhan said hoarsely: "This world is very beautiful and sweet, I will guard it for you."

The emperor of the western realm descends, on the top of the star platform.

Xie Liu Lingzhi, who had already entered the body of Yiyue Xingjun, tightened his hand, and stabbed the sword blade into Shen Zhexue's chest.

Afterwards, if he sensed it, he looked back in surprise, frowned and said, "...the Thunder Tribulation of Ascending True Immortal?"

The soaring silver light disturbed the spiritual power of heaven and earth, Lingzhi gradually changed his face, and sighed: "This is... Feisheng blew his own foundation."

The completely suppressed aura of the four directions surged up to the ground again after this violent explosion, and a temporary reincarnation was built in the aura condensate formed after the real immortal self-destructed the immortal body.

The spiritual screen protecting the mountain was supported by spiritual power, covering the Taiqing sect, and barriers of all sizes in the four directions were also built in various places by virtue of the spiritual atmosphere.

"Tsk." Yiyue was tall, Xie Liu Ling Zhiju looked down at Shen Zhexue, and said coldly: "Why bother struggling, so what if you can control Xie Liu, don't forget that I am their real master, I It's not just a body left in the Four Squares."

When he mentioned the body, he seemed to have thought of something very unpleasant, and said bitterly: "Your apprentice is the same, so why don't you want to give me the body?"

He pressed his hands on the atrium, and a black-gold spiritual core shone in it.

Xie Liu Lingzhi showed a triumphant smile, "But I still got it, you see, now he has merged with me, and Taiwei's core was hidden there by you, can you come and accompany him too?"

Shen Zhexue was bound hands and feet by the chains transformed into evil breath, and the star puppet was not as good as Nan Zhiyue, and was being strangled inch by inch by the evil breath, but he didn't realize it, and said in a hoarse voice: "Not good."

"I don't know what's good or bad." Xie Liu Lingzhi retracted his five fingers, and Shen Zhe suddenly made a muffled sound, sweating profusely.

Pressing the long sword on the side of the neck, a deep red line was drawn, and Xie Liu Lingzhi said sharply: "Where is the Taiwei spiritual core?! Don't tell me, I will--"

Before Xie Liu Lingzhi finished speaking, his body froze suddenly and he lowered his head.

Wherever his eyes fell, he saw the tip of a sword protruding inch by inch from his chest.

Aoyuan sword broke out from his back heart.

The chains of evil breath that restrained Shen Zhexue loosened, and Feng Ling gently supported his leaning forward body.

The portal suddenly opened.

Shi Yuan was dressed in black, with water all over his body, black beads dripping down the star platform from the edge of his robe.

Holding the Tingyuan sword in his hand, he stood behind Xieliu Lingzhi with a murderous intent.

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The author has something to say:

Reversely seize the house, the specific operation will be in the next time√

In the next chapter, join hands to fight BOSS.

【small theater】

Yuan: Tell me what you think now~

Zhou Ling: Ziyi, you fly slowly, be careful of the thorns in front... (cross stage)

Bo Ziyi: I didn't have a role in the decisive battle, but I got the title of master, and the average co-author will increase in seniority.

Qiao Tan: Keep your eyes open, scumbags are everywhere!And, Shi Da, remember to update the notebook after typing!

Wangchao Mirage: Aww——! (I'm coming!)

Leng Wenshu: The little guy upstairs is so good at the second grade, forget it, just call it like this.

Pei Jing: So at least give me an award for the best tool man?

Elder Feng/Elder An/Peak Master Huai Li: More drama, more salary.

Yan Yuanhan: ...

Drink away: (hug junior brother)