Something is wrong with Jian Zun

After resting overnight in the inn, Chu Zhaoliu opened his eyes from meditation the next morning.

After recovering from a night of meditation, his spiritual power was full again, and the burning pain was relieved.

Because he was too accustomed to this pain, his expression was as usual yesterday, his movements were not sluggish, only his face was ugly, now that he has recovered, his face has a little color.

He changed his clothes slowly, opened the door and went downstairs.

In the early morning, the small town was shrouded in a cold and humid mist, and there were no people on the street, but the inn opened early. Xie Ming sat at the table by the window, looking out sideways, with a smooth profile, handsome but beautiful. Cold, yesterday's clerk was trembling, standing behind the counter with his abacus in his hand, afraid to speak.

"Hey, Xie San," Chu Zhaoliu spread his fan, smiling frivolously, "You put on a debt-collecting face early in the morning, scaring away other people's guests, how do you pay?"

Xie Momo turned his face back, took a look at him, was silent for a while, then raised his eyebrows subtly: "...Why did you change your clothes again?"

Different from yesterday's refreshing and unrestrained green shirt, today's Chu Zhaoliu is dressed in maple red, the sleeves of the robe are embellished with golden thread patterns, and he has replaced it with a golden hair crown, but it is not all tied up properly, the hairband and three thousand black hair are swaying , the red earrings on the ears are particularly eye-catching, making the complexion so white that it is unreal, but it makes people have to marvel, and the eyes are bright.

The clerk was dumbfounded: "The guest officer is really flamboyant!"

Chu Zhaoliu wanted to smile or not, so he glanced sideways.

He was obviously a kind person, but he still looked at him with a smile, but he was inexplicably afraid. The clerk shuddered and changed his words in time: "I mean, the guest officer is really bright and charming! Folks say that Chu Zhao She was born with picturesque features, peerless beauty, the most beautiful woman in the world, from a young age, she would feel ashamed and ashamed of herself in front of the guest officials!"

Chu Zhaoliu snorted and looked back with a smile, walked to sit down opposite Xie Ming, took it for granted, and said, "What's wrong with changing clothes, don't I look good?"

"Not really, it's just today that I found out that flowers and butterflies can become spirits, it's an eye-opener." Xie Mo pursed his lips, and glanced at the storage ring on Chu Zhaoliu's finger.

He was really curious about how many clothes Chu Zhaoliu stuffed inside.

Chu Zhaoliu snorted: "That means your knowledge is shallow, I know a white moth that takes shape, it is dazzlingly white every day."

After the two had finished choking each other, the buddy snickered beside him: "The relationship between the two of you is really good."

Chu Zhao glanced at him in surprise.

This guy, at a young age, has good eloquence but poor eyesight.

At this moment, Xie Ming raised his eyebrows, looked in the direction of the city gate, and said in a low voice, "Here we are."

Chu Zhaoliu got up knowingly, and waved his sleeves to leave a bag of silver——in the prosperous city over Yanxia, ​​spirit stones are used for transactions, but in Suyang, only silver is accepted, which was what Gu Junyi told him.

"Let's go first," he smiled at the buddy, "Let's leave."

The clerk took the money bag and smiled broadly: "It's easy for you two guests to go, come again next time!"

After leaving the inn, the figures of the two disappeared in the morning mist.

Due to the recent strange wind and sand, the city gate was tightly closed at this time, and two tired figures suddenly approached from the distant sky. Just as they were about to enter the city, they noticed the figure waiting in front of them.

The male monk on the left subconsciously took a step forward, and blocked the female monk with a horizontal sword: "I don't know where you two are fellow Taoists, what are you doing here?"

The breeze blows away the vast morning mist, the male cultivator saw the person in front of him clearly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he shouted: "Thank... Thank you, suzerain!"

The two of them had only met Xie Ming from afar before, and it was the first time they were so close to the world-famous sword master, so they hurriedly put away their swords and saluted: "I didn't expect that it was Sect Master Xie who came here! I don't know why Sect Master Xie came to Suyang from afar. ?”

Seeing the sincerity and fear of these two people, Chu Zhaoliu felt a burst of emotion in his heart.

Only an idiot like Chu Heyang has blind eyes and dares to point at Xie Ming's nose and call him a waste. This is probably the first time Xie Ming has been scolded like that in his life.

In a sense, his cousin has done something that even a few demon kings have not done, which is quite amazing.

The two of them only knew Xie Ming, not Chu Zhaoliu, but they saw him with a compelling demeanor and extraordinary aura, and speculated that he must be someone powerful, but they didn't dare to ask. Out.

That gaze was the same color as his eyes, cool and faint, like thin snow falling on the skin in winter, giving off a burst of coldness and a heavy sense of oppression.

The two were silent like cicadas, not daring to peek at Chu Zhaoliu again.

"There's no need to be too polite." Xie Ming then said flatly, "The two of you went out for a trip, what did you find?"

Do you want to take care of this matter?

The male monk was overjoyed at once, and then he twitched the corners of his mouth helplessly: "I think the two of you know the latest situation in the city. My husband and I have traced the source all the way, but the closer we get to the source of that evil energy, the harder it is to resist the erosion. After spending a lot of effort, we didn’t get close, the place was full of resentment and evil spirits, we really didn’t dare to stay for a long time, and we fled back in embarrassment, making Sect Master Xie laugh.”

The female monk also sighed: "I know a little about formations, and I can vaguely see that the source of the evil spirit is suppressed by a formation. Now that the formation is failing, I am afraid it will not be able to last for a month, when the evil will overflow. , I'm afraid it will spread to the whole Suyang."

"We were about to ask the Tiandao League for help, and we met Sword Master." The male monk couldn't help changing his title to show more respect. "There must be Sword Master, so we don't have to worry about it."

The couple spoke to each other, roughly explaining the situation.

The direction of the source of evil energy is an ancient battlefield in the old country.

That battlefield has existed for hundreds of years, and the resentment is too heavy, and the resentment is soaring for hundreds of miles, and there has been no grass for many years. Fortunately, a Buddhist expert has set up a formation barrier to avoid the restlessness.

Xie Ming nodded in gratitude: "Thank you."

He spoke briefly, and from the beginning to the end, he only asked a few words in a low voice, and nodded, but the two of them didn't feel slighted, and bowed their hands in return: "Jian Zun's words are serious, if you two want to explore that ancient battlefield, please be careful. "

Many monks protecting the city encountered such a thing, it would be good if they could stick to their positions and not leave the city full of people to run away. These two dared to investigate in depth. After listening quietly, Chu Zhaoliu still had a good impression of them, and smiled Said: "We will solve this matter, the two of you had better not get closer."

After only one night, the evil spirit became stronger.

Xie Ming pondered for a moment, and added: "We are here, please keep it a secret."

The two hurriedly responded, and seeing that they were about to leave, they couldn't help but look at the bright young man who was standing beside Xie Ming, who was as handsome as ever, and couldn't help asking: "My eyes are clumsy, dare I ask this fellow Taoist Gao's surname?" name?"

Chu Zhaoliu narrowed his eyes and smiled: "No talent, Chu Zhaoliu."

After speaking, the figures of the two disappeared over the small town, leaving behind a couple looking at each other.

"Chu Zhaoliu?"

"...Is that Chu Zhaoliu?"

The unbelievable whispers of the two were left behind, Chu Zhaoliu calmly followed Xie Ming with his sword, tilted his head and asked, "Do you think the failure of the enchantment formation in the ancient battlefield has something to do with bewitching demons?"

Xie Ming said: "Nine out of ten."

Chu Zhaoliu hummed: "It seems that the speed should be accelerated."

Xie Ming responded shortly.

Chu Zhaoliu pondered for a while, then suddenly approached Xie Ming, jumped coolly, and stood behind him.

Xie Ming: "..."

Chu Zhao put away his sword in a smooth manner, and expressed a bit of perfunctory sincerity on his face with a sly smile: "You are so fast, let me build one, and I will post a post in Lingtong Domain to praise you later." Let everyone in the world know that the speed of Lord Sword Master is quite fast!"

Xie Ming glanced at him coldly, frowning slightly, as if he was holding back, but in the end he really held back and didn't kick him down.

Chu Zhaoliu was lazy with peace of mind.

As a sword repairer, Xie Ming's speed is indeed faster.

The original two days was shortened by half a day, and the two arrived at the mountain where the demons were sealed.

The demon king is an innate demon, born with the spirit of heaven and earth, it is too difficult to be completely killed. Back then, there were six demon kings, three were beheaded by Xie Ming, one was beheaded by Fuyue Immortal Venerable, and one was beheaded by other demon kings. The aristocratic families of the various sects smashed and disabled, fled and disappeared, and only one statue remained.

The bones of the dead demon king are indestructible, with a wisp of remnant soul attached to them.

In order to prevent the demon king from waking up and another bloody storm, after World War I, the bones of the demon king were divided into various places for burial and sealing.

Chu Zhaoliu only glanced down, then shook his head: "It seems that our old friend really cheated."

Xie Ming: "Oh?"

"I drew the formation that seals the demon king," Chu Zhaoliu was still smiling, "The formation was broken, and it was broken extremely thoroughly."

This shows that Huoyao not only cheated the corpse, but also cheated very lively.

In less than a hundred years, the demon king has awakened and revived, and if word spreads out, there will be chaos in the world of cultivation.

Xie Ming led him to the tomb where the skeletons of Huoyao were sealed. As expected, the huge tomb was completely overturned, mixed with new and old soil, and the bones underneath disappeared without a trace.

Chu Zhaoliu waved his hand, and a few remnant chess pieces flew from the ground. He played with the remnant chess pieces, looked at the graveyard, and said slowly, "I'm sure, Huoyao has been awake for almost a month."

They were lured to Suyang half a month ago, and lost another memory, there must be a demon involved.

"She has only been awake for less than a month, and she has recovered to that level?"

Hearing Chu Zhaoliu's murmur, Xie Ming looked away: "Someone is helping her."

Chu Zhaoliu's eyebrows twitched suddenly: "Do you think it will be the person you mentioned?"

Wearing a black robe and a bamboo hat, the mysterious man who instigated the Yaozu to slaughter the Luming Sect.

Xie Ming didn't answer, closed his eyes, calmly discerned for a moment, and looked to the east: "Where is the evil spirit going?"

That direction was the ancient battlefield where resentment leaked out.

"Huoyao likes to suck up resentment and weave illusions. The more resentment she has, the stronger she will be." Confirming his conjecture, Chu Zhaoliu rubbed his chin, "It's troublesome."

Huoyao is the weakest of the several demon kings, but the one that people don't want to meet the most.

The fantasy dreams she weaves are hard to guard against, and people will fall into them silently, whether they are sweet dreams or nightmares. In the fantasy dreams, they forget about themselves, drown in them unconsciously, and become her rations.

Xie Ming was noncommittal, and stood up with the sword again. Seeing that Chu Zhao was not moving, he was a little puzzled: "Let's go."

Chu Zhaoliu was stunned for a moment, stepped up two steps, and couldn't hold back his laughter: "Oh my god, Master Jian has invited you so warmly, so I really can't resist my kindness."

Cheap whoosh.

Xie Ming: "..."

He raised his sword with a cold face, and the shoulder was poked restlessly by the person behind him: "Thank you, Sect Master? We have already suffered a loss once, are you sure?"

Xie Mo remained motionless, but wisps of sword energy covered his back.

This is not a joke, Chu Zhaoliu withdrew his hand and clicked his tongue.

Xie Ming just asked back: "Then are you sure?"

"Yes, why not." Chu Zhaoliu's tone was careless, with a smile, but very arrogant, "I'm just waiting to pull out the bones of the fraudulent corpse and make a bowl of bone soup."

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