Something is wrong with Jian Zun

Prior to business, Chu Zhaoliu no longer paid any attention to these offshoots of the Chu family.

Chen Yueyue over there also took her parents along, dodged those people tremblingly, and ducked back behind them.

These big-headed dolls are extremely weird, and the danger in the nest is unknown. With a bunch of people, I'm afraid they won't be able to take care of them by then.

Chu Zhaoliu thought for a while, took out a set of formation chess from the storage ring, and spread out the formulas, a circle of golden light covered it, covering a group of herbal pickers who were still in shock.

He took out another golden talisman from his arms, bent down and handed it to Chen Yueyue, and said softly, "Stay here obediently and don't move around. We'll be back in a while. Hold this talisman well, it can resist danger."

Chen Yueyue took it carefully, with deep worry in her childish voice: "Brother Xianren must be careful!"

Chu Heyang folded his hands, squinted at this scene, and sneered disdainfully: "It's hard to keep yourself and put on a show, so you can show off in front of the untouchables. Array chess and talismans require a lot of spiritual power from the maker, just like you If you break your spiritual power, you dare to be ashamed."

Chu Zhaoliu listened attentively, and asked Xie Ming humbly in doubt: "Did there be any noise in the wind just now?"

Xie Ming said softly, "You heard wrong."

Chu Zhaoliu shrugged.

Xie Ming said: "It's just a dog barking, don't pay attention to it."

Chu Zhaoliu was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help laughing out loud: "Haha, that's right!"

Chu Heyang's face became extremely ugly, and he gouged out Xie Ming fiercely: "What are you, you dare to provoke the Chu family, you have the ability to report your name!"

All the people present, except Chu Zhaoliu, were nothing but ants in Xie Ming's eyes.

If it weren't for Chu Zhaoliu, Chu Heyang might not have a word with him in his life.

He seemed to have never heard of it, his eyes were as calm as a lake, and he only looked at Chu Zhaoliu: "Let's go."

Chu Zhaoliu was in a good mood, followed him into the dense fog with a smile, and humbly asked, "How do you know where the lair is?"

Xie Ming raised her eyebrows: "Oh? I thought you knew everything."

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

Well, Xie Ming, the cooperation just now is just your instinct!

Seeing that he was choked, Xie Ming seemed satisfied, and spoke again: "Those..." After a pause, he still reluctantly followed Chu Zhaoliu's address, "Big-headed baby, there is no inner alchemy in his mind."

Monsters all have inner alchemy.

Xie Ming is indifferent and arrogant in his bones, but he rarely has the patience to explain this to anyone: "They are puppets, but the evil spirit that controls them has not dissipated, just follow the direction where the evil spirit returns."

Perhaps it was because the Zongmen was brutally slaughtered by the demon clan, Xie Ming is very sensitive to demon aura.

Even the slightest bit of evil spirit, in his eyes, is as clear as ink dripping in water.

That's what these puppets are.

Chu Zhaoliu nodded in a daze, coughed a few times in his throat, and applauded: "As expected of Lord Sword Master, your eyes are like torches!"

Xie Ming's eyes lingered on his pale face for a moment, then calmly moved away: "What about your discovery?"

"Oh? Master Jianzun actually thinks that I, a 'trash', can find anything?" Chu Zhaoliu snapped his fan open to cover his face, his bright eyes curled up, full of ridicule.

Xie Ming frowned, and said lightly: "If you are trash, the monks in the world will not even be considered trash."

Unexpectedly, he could be strongly affirmed by his rival for many years, Chu Zhaoliu was really taken aback.

He couldn't help looking at Xie Ming again, with a smile on the corner of his lips: "It's not a big discovery, when I came in, I was thinking, this fog can block the consciousness, it must be caused by the formation , but after walking for so long, I didn’t find the eyes of the chess formation, so I speculate that the entire Yutou Mountain is probably a formation, which is easy to get in but difficult to get out.”

Xie Ming nodded and praised: "I'm lucky."

Throwing the teleportation talisman casually can throw it into a dangerous and unpredictable place.

Chu Zhaoliu smiled: "It's easy to say, although the spiritual sense is not far away, it doesn't mean that there is Lord Jianzun's dog nose."

After a mutual loss, the big-headed doll's lair also arrived.

It is a cave dwelling.

The round arched door is quite delicately built, if it weren't for the strange mist, it would look as if someone lived here.

Chu Zhaoliu looked at it with great interest: "It's quite particular."

Chu Heyang and the others who followed sneakily all the way also got out of the thick fog, hula squeezed up, and their eyes lit up: "The baby is hiding here, right?"

baby?

Chu Zhaoliu understood.

Although Suyang is sparsely populated, it used to be a prosperous place. I heard that there are many treasures buried there. These people probably found them by following the wind, so it's no wonder they bumped into them.

Chu Heyang obviously thought that Chu Zhaoliu and Xie Ming also came for the baby, and showed a malicious smile: "It's not for you."

After speaking, he led the people into the cave first.

Chu Zhaoliu was dumbfounded: "Xie San, sometimes people want to court death, but they really can't be stopped, don't you think so?"

Xie Ming was noncommittal.

The two walked in casually.

This cave dwelling built in the mountains was unexpectedly deep. After walking in for a while, the light became darker and darker until it fell into darkness.

The few people in front had already had a little commotion, and Chu Zhaoliu suddenly had some past events flashed through his mind, and leaned closer to Xie Ming, coughed lightly, and reluctantly offered kindness: "If you are afraid, I can lend my hand to you. You hold it."

There was no response from my ear.

After a while, he heard Xie Ming ask uncertainly: "...is your mind alright?"

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

He suddenly recalled some past events.

After his accident that year, he spent half a year recuperating in the Valley of Divine Medicine, and not too long later, he went to Fuyue Mountain again.

The master was in retreat at that time, and Chu Zhaoliu hadn't formally joined the master's school yet, first he had a similar taste with Gu Junyi, ran all over several hills, and once became a nightmare full of spirits and beasts.

On the day the master finally left the customs, Xie Ming was sent to the Fuyue Hall by two elders who were still alive, and begged the Fuyue Immortal to save his life, and when he was granted, he swallowed his last breath.

Fuyue Xianzun buried the two elders properly, and convened the various sects to discuss the matter. Then he remembered the matter of accepting disciples, so he asked someone to pour two cups of tea, and said gently: "Xie Ming is older, and Zhao Liu is the younger brother. gone."

Obviously I came first!

Chu Zhaoliu was so angry that he almost drank the teacher's apprentice tea in his hand, the more he looked at Xie Mingyue, the more he didn't like it.

He looked at Xie Ming secretly, only to find that Xie Ming's face was paler than his, who had just recovered from a serious illness, and his pair of light-colored eyes like glass were close to ashes, lifeless and unresponsive. Can't see what's wrong.

At the end of the teacher apprenticeship ceremony, Chu Zhaoliu, who was deaf to what was going on outside the window, knew that the Luming Sect was slaughtered by the Yaozu, and the young master of the Luming Sect was sent here.

In the middle of the night that day, Chu Zhaoliu sneaked to the door of the third senior brother's room, wanting to have a friendly discussion about their ranking order.

But he found that the lights in Xie Ming's house were not off.

Looking in through the gap, the young man who had been impeccable during the day was sitting in front of the bed, with sweat on his forehead, his eyes half asleep and half awake, showing a rare fragility.

Chu Zhaoliu was stunned, hesitated for a moment in front of the door, still didn't open the door, turned back to his room, sat cross-legged, burned incense and played the piano, all night long.

During the month when Xie Mingchu came to Fuyue Sect, the lights were never turned off at night, and the melodious sound of the zither rang out, accompanied by the bright candles and tears until the early morning light.

The senior brother was too busy to touch the ground, and the second senior brother went down the mountain. Only Chu Zhaoliu knew the secret.

Xie Ming is afraid of the dark.

When the lights in Xie Ming’s room finally went out, Chu Zhaoliu, who had never worked so hard before, was able to memorize the piano score backwards. He stared deeply at his red and swollen fingertips, and thought with relief, I’m really a fucking person. Peerless genius.

However, it has been so long, Xie Ming is now a famous sword master, so he is afraid of the dark.

He was in a daze for a moment, and Xie Ming asked sharply: "What's wrong?"

The matter of playing the piano back then was just a whim and a whim, Chu Zhaoliu never publicized it, and there was no need to tell Xie Ming, when he came back to his senses, he felt that he was meddling in his own business, and smiled: "It's nothing. Here, take a look ahead, it's going to be exciting."

Ever since he couldn't light the fire-igniting formula, Chu Heyang's heart began to beat.

But he was a little unwilling to go back now.

If he can get the treasure and satisfy Elder Jia, maybe he will be introduced to one of the four major sects, Taiyuan Sect!

His heart was heavy, and his pace became slower and slower, getting heavier and heavier.

It was pitch black in front of his eyes, and even the sound of the wind in his ears was still, dead and silent, and his perception was weakened by the darkness.

The ground is rough, and I always kick some bits and pieces, one step deeper and one step shallower, as if the next step will fall into the boundless abyss.

Chu Heyang couldn't help swallowing hard, and said harshly: "Come closer, form an formation with me as the center, if Xie Chong dares to approach, show him the color immediately!"

A few attendants wanted to run away a long time ago, so they responded bravely: "Yes, yes."

Chu Heyang suddenly remembered something, turned his head and listened carefully.

There was no movement behind him.

Chu Zhaoliu, that trash, and his concubine whom he didn't know where to find, must have been so frightened that they didn't dare to go any further.

What was once a peerless genius is nothing more than that.

He felt a sense of superiority spontaneously, trying to make tricks to illuminate this weird place as he walked.

Until the toe kicked something again.

It was chubby, neither light nor heavy, and rolled around on the ground a few times. In the dead air, the movement seemed like thunder.

Chu Heyang trembled in fright, and flew into a rage: "Where are the people in front, where did they die? Let you form an formation, don't you understand?"

no respond.

He suppressed his anger and yelled a few more times, but still did not hear a response.

What about people?

Chu Heyang realized later that the sound of footsteps surrounding him disappeared at some point.

A gust of cold air rushed up from the soles of the feet to the Tianling Gai, and sweat drenched the hair on the forehead in an instant.

Chu Heyang tried his best to hold the sword tightly, but his breathing was a little short: "Where are people? Where are they going? Stop joking. If you dare to play tricks, I will die!"

Still no sound.

Chu Heyang's mind was blank, his eyes widened and he froze for a few moments. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and then he turned around and ran away without hesitation—but his eyes suddenly lit up.

It didn't represent the light of the way out, but two huge blood-red eyes, close at hand, staring at him viciously.

Chu Heyang's scalp exploded in an instant, and he screamed "Ah", in an instant, all the swordsmanship formulas turned into bubbles, his legs softened, and he fell to the ground, collapsed and shouted: "Don't come here! Don't come here! Pass……"

The rest of the voice was stuck in my throat and I couldn't get it out.

Because as soon as he raised his head, he found countless pairs of red eyes glowing around him, looking at him coldly.

Chu Heyang's throat was choked by something, and he squeezed out two words: "Help..."

"Help!"

No one responded to him.

Those blood-red eyes were approaching inch by inch, and one could almost smell the stench.

Just when he was in despair, a light wind passed by his ears.

The eyes suddenly brightened.

Chu Heyang huddled up tremblingly and raised his head.

It is the light emitted by the operation of spiritual power, the light blue spiritual power is radiant, strong and flexible, fleeting, and those blood-red eyes also disappeared.

It was dark again before his eyes, but there was a ray of light approaching unhurriedly not far away. Chu Heyang was so frightened that he could not move, staring at that side in fear, but two tall and straight figures entered the field of vision.

Chu Zhaoliu hung an exquisite glass lamp, the soft light illuminated his whole body, he waved his fan suavely, with a smile that was not a smile: "Isn't this cousin, could it be that the baby is underground, and you are planing with your hands? "

When the light came over, Chu Heyang realized that the people he brought were all around, all of them looked terrified, as if they were being haunted by something, and gradually woke up as the light poured down.

Obviously, this glazed lamp is a rare spiritual weapon.

A wave of anger surged up, and Chu Heyang glared at Chu Zhaoliu: "Is it your fault? Well, you, dare to harm your fellow clansmen, and when I return to Lingwu Valley, I will definitely punish you for your evil deeds." Report to the Patriarch, let him remove you from the sacrificial ceremony!"

In the Chu family, the sacrificial ceremony is an extremely noble and glorious event. If one is removed from the ceremony, it is almost equivalent to being removed from the family tree.

Chu Zhaoliu was overjoyed: "Is it true? Is there such a good thing?"

Chu Heyang punched into the cotton, his face turned blue, he spat viciously, and barely got up.

It seemed that with the arrival of Chu Zhaoliu, the surroundings became brighter and brighter.

Several followers also came back to their senses, ran back to Chu Heyang in embarrassment, raised their swords with trembling hands, and looked around in panic.

When their vision was finally completely clear, they realized that, ten steps away, there were corpses of big-headed dolls.

At a glance, at least hundreds of them were beheaded in one breath and died neatly.

Chu Heyang thought of that light blue spiritual power, like the wind, which lightly brushed against the face when it was soft, and was like a piercing knife when it was cold.

who is it?

Who has such strong spiritual power and sharp killing moves?

The scene in the deepest part of the cave was also exposed. The ground was covered with snow-white bones, which were basically broken. No wonder the journey along the way was quite tortuous.

Not far ahead, there is a high seat made of bones, and the only complete skeleton in the cave sits on its bone throne, sitting upright, as if looking down at them from a height, holding a blood-red bone whistle in his hand.

A follower pointed at the bone whistle, and the greed in his eyes instantly overwhelmed the fear: "Is that bone whistle the treasure here!"

A few people suddenly felt a little ready to move.

Chu Zhaoliu couldn't help laughing: "There are so many different ways of looking for death, it's an eye-opener for me."

That thing looks very evil.

Chu Heyang sneered: "For a cowardly person like you, you will never even think about touching such a treasure in your life."

The big-headed dolls have been dealt with, so what danger can there be here?

Chu Heyang raised his chin, and ordered a follower at will: "You, go over, and bring me that bone whistle."

The man's face turned pale, but he didn't dare to refute Chu Heyang, so he moved forward slowly.

When he got close to the bone seat, he hesitated for a while, but before he stretched out his hand, the pupils of the skeleton suddenly dilated, and he said in a voiceless voice: "This, this, this, this skeleton moved!"

Chu Heyang was impatient: "Move your mother's movements, chirping, do you still want to enter the inner courtyard from the outer courtyard?"

However, the skeleton really moved.

Chu Zhaoliu kept staring at the skeleton, and saw his finger bones hooked.

Its movements gradually increased, and then it suddenly raised the blood-red bone whistle and blew once.

The sharp bone whistle sounded, and Ci Lala drilled into his ears, as if tearing the soul.

The ground trembled.

All the bones were trembling, and the big-headed doll who had fallen to the ground also got up. The snow-white broken bones were gradually spliced ​​together to form a complete skeleton, one after another. In an instant, the army of bones swept this deep cave dwelling Fill it to the brim.

Chu Heyang and the others were already frightened.

"Quick, run!" A follower was stunned for a moment, and screamed, "Run!"

However, the bone army has already formed, densely blocking the front, blocking the retreat.

Chu Zhaoliu stared at the skeleton giving orders, and tilted his head: "Xie San, let's do it."

Xie Ming has been quietly holding hands, standing beside him, turning his head to look at him when he heard this: "Have you seen enough excitement?"

Chu Zhaoliu was taken aback for a moment, then laughed softly: "Enough has been seen."

Xie Ming nodded slightly, took a step forward, and drew out his saber.

Chu Zhaoliu rummaged through the storage ring, ready to take out melon seeds and a small bench to watch Sword Master perform.

It's a pity that he hasn't decided whether to eat the green tea flavored melon seeds or the original flavored melon seeds, so the matter is over.

Xie Ming only swung his sword once.

Bitter sword air wrapped in icy killing intent, swept across the entire cave in an instant, and the army of bones rushed towards them with their teeth and claws outstretched, like the remaining snow scorched by the sun.

Chu Zhaoliu played a trick in order to prevent the ashes from being scattered on his body, and put away the melon seeds in disappointment.

Sure enough, when you encounter absolute strength, no matter how fancy you are, you will be vulnerable.

The majestic spiritual power surged, and the brilliance flowed, the sword was like a pool of autumn water.

Chu Heyang and the others, who were completely dumbfounded, finally saw the name of the saber clearly.

Ming Hong.

No one does not know this sword.

This sword once beheaded three demon kings and slaughtered thousands of miles.

There was a buzzing in Chu Heyang's mind, and it was like falling into an ice cave for a moment: "Ming Hong... Master Sword?"

Realizing what the name represented, his face turned pale, his lips trembled in disbelief: "You, you are Xie Ming?!"

Xie Ming retracted his saber steadily, and said calmly, "No, I'm a waste."

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