Something is wrong with Jian Zun

As soon as Xie Ming's words fell, the depths of the cave fell into dead silence.

The skeleton on the high bone seat fell silent, and the lonely bone palm seemed to be shaking slightly.

Chu Zhaoliu laughed outright.

Chu Heyang: "..."

This is what he said.

It was as if he had been slapped hard, making him dizzy and dizzy, a rush of blood surged up, but his limbs were cold.

If I knew it was Xie Ming, I wouldn't have dared to say such a thing with a hundred courage.

Who is Xie Ming?

At the age of 14, he formed a pill and revived the sect at the age of a weak crown. Now he is only over 100 years old. Those ancestors who have lived a thousand years are polite to him. If you talk about who is No. 1 in the cultivation world and who is closest to ascend , everyone will think of his name tacitly.

To say that Xie Ming is a genius would be an understatement.

You have to add "peerless" in front.

Such a genius, standing at a height that he would never be able to reach in his lifetime, said lightly "I am a waste", which is really ridiculous and absurd.

Chu Heyang's face turned white and hot, and he wanted to explain, but when the words came to his mouth, he met those icy eyes, his throat suddenly tightened, and he kept silent like a cicada, and he dared not say a word.

He offended Xie Ming with his unreasonable words, even if Xie Ming killed him immediately, the Chu family might not speak up for him, after all, it was not worth it to provoke Xie Ming for him.

But how is it possible!

Didn't Xie Ming and Chu Zhaoliu have a bad relationship?

How did they get together?

Chu Heyang and several of his followers were puzzled, and shrank back into the corner tremblingly.

Chu Zhaoliu didn't waste his eyes lingering, looked again at the skeleton sitting on the bone seat, put his finger to his lips, thought for a while, and walked towards the skeleton.

The shocked Chu Heyang and the others opened their eyes wide, and a sentence flashed through their minds at the same time: Are you looking for death?

Chu Zhaoliu walked calmly, stood still in front of the skeleton, looked at it a few times, and reached out to grab the bone whistle.

... didn't move.

A wave of spiritual power looms over his body, seemingly flowing gently, but the skeleton has no doubt that as long as he dares to make a move, he will be truly crushed in the next moment.

He didn't dare to move, his skinny claws were holding on to his bone whistle, competing with Chu Zhaoliu.

"Hey," Chu Zhaoliu felt a little surprised and amused, "Brother, please show me your hand."

The skeleton clenched a little more silently.

Just like a child whose toy was robbed by an adult.

This scene was a bit absurd, Chu Heyang and the others watched in horror, and felt a bit of... grievance from the skeleton.

The skeleton, which was still unpredictable just now, is now like a wilted flower, let Chu Zhaoliu pick it up?

Chu Zhaoliu tried again, but still couldn't take the bone whistle away. He clicked his tongue lightly, closed his fan in displeasure, and knocked on the skull's head: "Be obedient, be good."

Skeleton: "..."

I don't know if it was knocked apart, the skeleton's hand loosened, and the bone whistle fell into Chu Zhaoliu's hands.

Xie Ming came over and raised his eyes: "Did you see anything?"

The cave was full of bone powder, one after another, Chu Heyang and the others were ashamed, but Xie Ming was still clean and clean, like the bright moon hanging on the top of the mountain, clear and cold, not stained with a trace of mundane.

Chu Zhaoliu held the bone whistle and fiddled with it like a master appraiser. After reading it, he spread his hands and answered honestly: "Not yet."

Chu Heyang snorted coldly in his heart.

What can a waste see that even Xie Ming doesn't know?

"But this thing..."

Just as Chu Zhaoliu was about to continue speaking, an afterimage suddenly flashed before his eyes.

He dodged sideways, eyebrows raised.

In order to regain the bone whistle, the skeleton actually stood up against the coercion, and was ready to pounce again after failing a single blow.

In the end, he met the expressionless Xie Ming.

He abruptly changed direction halfway and attacked Chu Zhaoliu.

Chu Zhaoliu ruthlessly raised his fan, and hit him on the head again with a "bang": "Be honest."

Skeleton: "..."

Chu Heyang was drunk.

They're a little psychedelic.

Chu Zhaoliu cowardly hid on Fuyue Mountain for a hundred years. It is said that he has been dying of illness all the time. ? ?

Chu Zhaoliu suddenly remembered something, threw the bone whistle in his hand, and said leisurely: "This thing is so important to you? How about this, you answer me a few questions, and I will return it to you, how about it?"

There were a few wisps of white flames in the skull's eyes. After a long while, probably realizing that he couldn't beat the two people in front of him, he sluggishly squeezed out a word: "...OK."

Chu Zhaoliu: "Why did you choose to make trouble here?"

The will-o'-the-wisp in the skull's eyes jumped, and he said hoarsely: "I can't leave this mountain."

Can't leave.

Rather than not wanting to leave.

Chu Zhaoliu subconsciously glanced at Xie Ming, was stunned for a moment, and looked away at the same time.

The skeleton continued to add: "I need to absorb vitality and aura, and by the way, find a new body."

As a result, as soon as the business opened, he found two very high-quality bodies, Chu Zhaoliu and Xie Ming, and he was very happy to lure them into the trap.

Now I regret it so much that I just want to lock myself in a coffin to save my corpse.

"Is this whistle your talisman?" Chu Zhaoliu sized him up, "I don't think you're missing a bone, it's two hundred and six yuan, and the pieces are snow-white, and they're well-cared for."

"..." the skeleton said, "That's my wife's bones."

Chu Zhao froze immediately in his brisk throwing bone whistle movements.

He actually threw such a precious thing in his hand to play with, he is really heinous!

He hurriedly handed the whistle back politely: "I'm sorry, I offended Mrs. Madam."

The skeleton's thinking is not very clear, and it takes a while to finish a sentence. He caresses the bone whistle in his hand cherishingly, and finally squeezes out the second sentence: "If I lose it, I will have to grind Madam Seventeen's bones, but I prefer the texture and tone of the fourteenth lady bone."

"..."

"You set up the two formations on the mountain?" Chu Zhaoliu chose to skip this topic, "Except for the fog formation, the other one is the most powerful formation on this mountain. It is fate to meet, how about Let’s exchange ideas on formation.”

The skeleton was stunned, completely unaware: "Another formation?"

Chu Zhaoliu frowned, and suppressed his smile.

There is still a third person?

Xie Ming's face was indifferent, with his thin eyelids drooping, as if he wasn't listening at all, seeing that Chu Zhaoliu didn't ask any more questions, he suddenly interjected, "Why didn't you kill those people?"

——It is also because the herb pickers are still alive, so the skeleton can still stand in front of them and answer questions.

The fire in the skull's eyes flickered: "I don't know if they are enemies or my subjects."

The last two words caught the attention of the two: "Subject? Who are you?"

The skeleton said: "My surname is Tao, and the single character is Rui. I am the general of the Xixue Kingdom."

Neither Chu Zhaoliu nor Xie Ming had ever heard of the name Tao Rui.

But Xixue Country, both of them have heard of it.

Xixue Country is also a very big country in the world. It was once very prosperous and even invited some monks to enter the court to name it. Occasionally, colleagues would chat with each other.

but……

Chu Heyang was taken aback just now, and at this moment he couldn't help but uttered angrily: "Xuexue Country? It was destroyed hundreds of years ago, so there are no subjects of yours."

The ghostly fire jumping in the skull's eyes suddenly froze.

It was as if the fire in his eyes had been extinguished.

"Went out?"

Tao Rui didn't seem to be able to understand these two words, so he murmured and repeated: "Destroyed?"

After a dead silence in the cave, the faint soul fire in the skull's eyes swirled again: "Yes, it's gone...I didn't protect my king and subjects."

"It's all him...it's all his fault..."

I don't know who this "he" is, the soul fire in the skull's eyes is turning red, which seems to be a sign of losing his mind.

Chu Zhaoliu squinted his eyes, and before he could make any movements, a cold and bitter resentment suddenly burst out.

The skeleton trembled, the joints all over its body were rattling, and it yelled frantically: "Yin... Yin... It's him, blame him! Who are you? Are you his? You just look at us like this! whose people were slaughtered..."

Chu Zhaoliu replied calmly: "Obviously not."

Tao Rui turned a deaf ear to it: "The king I was loyal to died in the turmoil, and all the subjects of my old country were buried long ago..."

The two faint fires in his eyes were as deep red as blood, beating rapidly, the temperature in the cave dropped sharply, and the bone-piercing wind made Chu Heyang and the others unsteady, screaming for help.

The next moment, an angry roar resounded through the hill: "I want you to be buried with me!"

Chu Zhaoliu smiled: "How could it be so unreasonable, what have we done, you will be buried with us?"

The skeleton turned a deaf ear, and the anger and resentment that reached the soul rapidly expanded.

But it cooled down suddenly before it exploded.

Minghong's sword was as light as snow, as sharp as the sword master himself, cutting through the thick and almost substantive resentment like a bamboo.

The broken hair in front of Xie Ming's forehead was blown away by the wind, holding the sword steadily with his wrist, revealing a pair of deep and cold eyes, and said in a light tone, "Do you want to lose your soul?"

Regardless, Tao Rui raised the bone whistle in his hand to blow.

Minghong sword pressed down, and the bitter sword wind suddenly penetrated the lonely skeleton.

The soul fire in the skull's eyes dissipated as if blown by a strong wind.

All movements around were frozen, and the skeleton, which had lost its soul fire, took two steps forward, clutching the blood-red bone whistle, but fell to the ground with a slam without making a sound, splashing bone dust all over the floor.

It's just a trace of resentment and unwillingness, deeply engraved on the bones.

A general who cared about the monarch and his subjects turned into this half-demon, half-ghost appearance.

Chu Zhaoliu sighed silently, thought for a while, and with a flick of his sleeves, the scattered skeleton regained its human form, and was carried back to the high seat by the wind.

Xie Ming withdrew his sword indifferently, and did not comment on his actions: "How to break the formation?"

Chu Zhaoliu thought about it for a while, then took out a set of chess from his pocket, and threw it to Xie Ming: "Master Jianzun, please run errands and go to the top of the mountain to set up chess, I will stay here."

Others call Xie Ming Jianzun, which is a respectful and fearful title.

Only Chu Zhaoliu, when these two words came out of his mouth, the tone always floated slowly and upwards. Compared with the honorific title, it was full of narrow and ironic meaning.

In the past, Xie Ming would not give him face, but now he just took a deep look at him: "Okay."

Seeing Xie Ming leave the cave in the blink of an eye and go to the top of the mountain to set up chess, Chu Zhaoliu observed the corpses all over the ground, and remembered the name "Yin" that Tao Rui hadn't finished calling.

There is a clear boundary between the cultivation world and the mundane world. Few monks will truly enter the vulgar world. He and Gu Junyi used to wander around the mundane world, but they don’t know much about the history books of the mundane world. After all, it was hundreds of years ago. I have only heard the name of Xixue Country.

Yin, probably the surname of the enemy general who destroyed Xixue Country.

After thinking casually for a while, a voice suddenly sounded in my ear: "Hello."

Chu Zhaoliu lifted his eyelids.

Chu Heyang and the others were blown bloody by the wind just now, they were so embarrassed, they huddled in the corner like quails, and when Xie Ming left, they all swelled up again.

"When did your relationship with Xie Ming become so good?" Chu Heyang looked at him suspiciously, then curled his lips, "I almost forgot, Xie Ming stayed in Fuyuezong for a few years, ha, he is not very good, fate That's good. Surviving under the protection of others is the only way for a waste like you to survive."

The attendant burst into laughter.

Chu Zhaoliu couldn't help but sighed with emotion: "Guys, if I'm as sad and embarrassed as you are, and I have the heart to wipe my neck, but you can still laugh out loud, so optimistic, I really deserve the word 'disabled and strong' .”

Chu Heyang and his followers were furious: "Looking for death!"

Chu Zhaoliu tilted his head and ignored these people.

He sensed that Xie Ming's chess set was ready.

The two formations repelled each other, and in an instant, the cave became chaotic again, the remaining joints on the ground creaked, and a strong murderous aura came from the surrounding mountains and tsunami!

Chu Heyang, who was angrily coming to show Chu Zhaoliu some color, was stabbed with murderous intent, his face turned pale, and he knelt down with a bang.

These people usually hide under the protection of the Chu family, and they don't need such combat power even if there is a war. They have never faced such a killing intent.

"It's a big evil spirit."

Chu Zhaoliu half-closed his eyes, and randomly opened the fan in his hand.

In the depths of the cave where the air was almost still, a breeze suddenly blew up, rising from his feet, it turned into a gust of wind enough to set off huge waves in the blink of an eye.

The light blue spiritual power is like the sea and waves, shining brightly on the dark cave, and the pure pressure from the majestic spiritual power makes the mountain wall tremble.

The overwhelming murderous aura was instantly forced back, but Chu Heyang didn't feel relaxed at all, his pupils shrank a little, and he stared at Chu Zhaoliu in disbelief: "You!"

That light blue spiritual power actually belonged to Chu Zhaoliu!

How can it be!Hadn't his spiritual veins been completely shattered, his cultivation base vanished, and he became a useless person?

Isn't he a well-known trash!

"you you……"

Chu Heyang was in a trance for a while, as if the blockbuster peerless genius 100 years ago appeared in front of his eyes again. He was 13 years old and formed an alchemy. Passing by, it is clearly within reach, but I feel that I can't see a piece of his clothes even if I look up.

He stands in the clouds.

Then the genius fell from the clouds to the mud.

It was as if a miracle had disappeared before my eyes.

Many people felt sorry, but more people, including him, felt a kind of distorted pleasure: People who were unable to catch up in several lifetimes are now even worse than them, and it is almost impossible to even connect with Dan!

but……

Chu Heyang's teeth chattered uncontrollably.

The dread of being covered in the shadow of an eternally insurmountable mountain was back.

In other words, it is the feeling of insignificance that one desperately looks up and knows one cannot catch up with.

Chu Heyang's face was pale, and he asked awkwardly: "When...when did you succeed in forming the alchemy again?"

Chu Zhaoliu flipped his fan again, the wind blade cut through the center of the formation, and countless ashes and bones flew up, revealing the eye of the formation underneath, which was a red skull.

He walked over and stomped lightly.

Hearing this, he lazily raised his eyelids: "Pill formation? Forget it, more than 100 years."

The author has something to say:

Xie Ming & Ming Hong: My wife is so handsome!

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