Something is wrong with Jian Zun

There was no need for someone to guide him specially, Xie Ming's dog nose was very sharp, and he flew towards the ancient battlefield impartially, following the residual evil spirit of the bewitching monster.

Chu Zhaoliu pinched his fingers and estimated that although they were not in the same direction, the distance between the two places was not too far. Now that the formation on the ancient battlefield has failed and the enchantment has been destroyed, it must be the work of the demon.

To ordinary people, deep resentment is more terrifying than hell, but to Huoyao, there is no second better healing holy place.

Chu Zhaoliu spread his fan, covering half of his face, feeling a little disgusted: "Which genius set the seal of the enchanting demon here? This geomantic treasure is really..."

Xie Ming glanced at him: "Master."

What Chu Zhao said abruptly turned a corner: "During the great war, the grievances in this place were still tightly locked up. No wonder Master also missed his eyes. The rumored Buddhist expert is indeed a Monk."

Xie Ming sneered.

A few hours later, the ancient battlefield could already see the border from a distance.

Different from the deserted plains in the imagination, it was a dilapidated ancient city, standing silently under the high sky, the city walls were pitch black, and a burning aura could be faintly smelled from a distance away.

The sky is changing with the deepening. At first, the sky just turned cloudy, getting darker and darker, and the thick clouds are rolling, so thick that water can be wrung out.

As far as the line of sight goes, it is covered with a layer of black ash, withered everywhere, and no grass grows.

As it got deeper, the misty black resentment almost condensed into substance, shrouded in the sky, staring at the intruder with hatred and greed, eager to tear up and devour the fresh flesh and blood.

Dead silence, cold, and faint cries as they approached.

It's a very uncomfortable place.

The resentment in the Yutou Mountain cave dwelling is nothing compared to here.

For ordinary people, they would be swallowed by pollution as early as when they approached.

That couple can hold on for a while, which is pretty good.

Just when the resentment that was almost condensed into a human form was about to pounce on him, Minghong suddenly trembled.

Qingyue's sword cry was accompanied by Ming Zhan's brilliance, like a scorching sun, instantly tearing open the cage of resentment around him.

The heavy feeling suddenly dissipated, and the resentment around him was burned by the sword energy, and he broke up and ran away, and even his vision became much clearer.

The piercing sword energy surrounds the two of them, hiding in the shadows, but Xie Ming suddenly stops his progress, puts away Ming Hong, and hangs in mid-air with Chu Zhaoliu, his eyelashes lowered, looking at the man not far away. ancient city.

Although it has long been eroded to the point of dilapidation, you can vaguely glimpse the majestic atmosphere of this city. The layout of the city is square, and there is a palace city carved with dragons and phoenixes in the center.

The resentment in the city is the strongest, like a dark cloud covering the sky, covering the scene in the city.

Chu Zhaoliu's pupils shrank suddenly.

The moment the cloud cleared, he saw countless figures crowding in the city, men, women, old and young, with strange pale faces, looking up at them expressionlessly.

But in the blink of an eye, it was empty again.

"The country that was set on fire...is the old capital of Xixue Country in front of it? How many people died, and how much resentment did they have before they died?" Chu Zhaoliu didn't suspect that he was wrong, and he joined in stunned Picking up his fan, "Hey, Xie San, do you still remember the last word Tao Rui yelled, Yin what..."

As soon as the word "Yin" came out, it seemed to stimulate something.

Ear-piercing screams suddenly came from the mountains and tsunami in the city, sobbing, screaming and hating, shaking people's brains, and the resentment that was blocked by Xie Ming's sword energy also trembled, It increased several times in an instant.

This resentment is too filthy, although it is not enough to devour them, it also has the risk of being eroded, ranging from a drastic change of mind, to severe madness.

The expressions of both of them changed slightly.

Chu Zhaoliu no longer slack in paddling, pointing his toes, the light blue spiritual power fluttered along with the piercing sword energy, fending off countless resentments that rushed at him recklessly, in the darkness, the white sword light and the blue The spiritual light illuminates the world.

The sky above the old capital became more and more strange, even faintly bloody.

Chu Zhaoliu regained his composure, and finally heard what the voices that were too shrill and blurred were yelling.

They are calling a name.

"Yin..."

"Yin and Guang!"

"Yin Heguang?" Chu Zhaoliu didn't blink, staring at the numerous ghosts over there, "Have you heard of this name?"

Xie Ming shook his head: "No."

He suddenly took a step forward, holding a sword in one hand, even in this environment, his sleeves were still spotless, as snowy as the moon, and said in a low voice, "I'll go over, you wait here."

Chu Zhaoliu was startled, then turned to look at Xie Ming.

No wonder Xie Ming stopped here, originally planning to go in alone.

He half-closed his eyes: "Why, are you afraid that I will hold you back?"

Xie Ming said lightly: "I dare not, I am just more sympathetic to jade."

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

He shot himself in the foot.

This stubble is hard to pass, right?

He took another look at the fierce aura over there, chased after him in a few steps, and pressed Xie Ming's shoulder: "You practice the way of the sword, and you are full of murderous aura, but you are not full of Buddha's light. How dare you go over here? The resentment here is like this The deeper it gets, the worse it must be inside the city, don't forget, the Demon King is still hiding inside."

Xie Ming tilted his head, his gaze fell on his slender fingers, but he didn't brush them away, with a stern look on his face: "So what."

Chu Zhaoliu said in a friendly voice, "You can't be distracted from resisting the erosion of resentment while fighting against the demon king."

Xie Ming said calmly, "I can."

Xie Ming's speech has always been indifferent, at least in terms of tone, not too frivolous.

But his arrogance is obviously soaked in his bones.

Chu Zhaoliu was about to laugh angrily at him: "You can do it! But Master Jianzun, have you forgotten that you can resist, but ordinary people and monks with a radius of hundreds of miles cannot resist."

Huoyao hid in it covertly, and must have not recovered much strength, otherwise she would have come out to make troubles, so she can put it aside for a while.

But this broken place, if we don't re-arrange the blockade and let the resentment and evil continue to leak and spread, most of Suyang will suffer.

Which is more important, Xie Ming frowned slightly, and made a decision in an instant.

Chu Zhaoliu jokingly said, "Retire, leave the rest to me."

Xie Ming didn't retreat as he said, he suddenly raised his sword and stabbed with his backhand.

A big-headed doll slammed to the ground.

At the same time, in the turbid black mist, countless pairs of blood-red eyes lit up, and countless big-headed dolls crawled from all directions, staring greedily at the two of them.

Compared with the one on Yutou Mountain, the big-headed dolls here are more humanoid and more ferocious.

The quantity also increases geometrically.

Chu Zhaoliu glanced at it, took out a set of formation chess from the ring, and at the same time made a trick, reminded Xie Ming: "These are resentment puppets, and in this kind of place, they can't be killed."

Xie Ming stood beside him, and with a sweep of his horizontal sword, the puppet of resentment that flew towards him was wiped out in the blink of an eye.

"Do it for you," Xie Ming said briefly, "I will guard it."

Although the two didn't deal with each other very much, Chu Zhaoliu understood Xie Ming's character, nodded his head, stopped distracting his energy, and devoted himself to finding the remnant formation and setting up a blockade formation.

The time was short, but fortunately the array that the Buddhist eminent monk placed here was not completely destroyed. On this basis, Chu Zhaoliu only needed to find the damaged place, mend it, and suppress the raging resentment and evil pressure, and things would be fine. Much simpler.

It's easy to say, but it's not easy to do it in this place full of evil spirits.

What's more, there is still a demon king who is watching secretly and has not moved.

After a while, Chu Zhaoliu found the first place.

However, it was only a few feet after the chess formation was played, and the aura attached to it was scattered everywhere, no matter how difficult it was to advance an inch, it would soon be swallowed up without a trace.

Chu Zhaoliu frowned, and had no choice but to shout: "Thank you, Sect Master, to the southeast, more than twenty feet away!"

Almost as soon as the words were spoken, a majestic sword energy rushed away, splitting the deep and turbid resentment.

Chu Zhaoliu had quick eyes and quick hands, quickly played out the chess set and placed it on it.

After finding the first incomplete place, Chu Zhaoliu knew it in his mind. He was very familiar with several famous Buddhist formations for suppressing evil, so he deduced what kind of formation it was. No glare was left on the densely packed resentment puppets around: "Northwest, fifty feet away."

The piercing sword light opened the way again, and the chess set landed steadily and took shape.

With the two formations going down, the evil suppressing formation has been repaired a little bit, and the raging evil spirit has also been slightly restrained.

In the distant city, countless resentful souls stared at him resentfully, but due to the power of the great formation, they couldn't take a step inside the city.

Chu Zhaoliu squinted his eyes and smiled, and was about to continue, when a sound of piercing suddenly came, cutting horizontally towards his neck!

In the next moment, there was a crisp sound of "Dang", and something was bounced hard.

The fierce wind blew away the resentment, and a huge deep hole was cut out on the ground. When Chu Zhaoliu raised his head, the sleeves of the person in front of him flew like snow. He was calm and calm. Just a back view made people feel reliable.

A chuckle resounded in front of him: "Hey, my sword is broken, 100 years have passed, Xie Ming, why are you still so incapable of pity, isn't this deity beautiful?"

The figure that was ejected appeared in front of him.

According to the rumors, the cruel and murderous Demon King looks like a [-]-year-old girl, with bright eyes and bright teeth, slim and graceful. At first glance, she seems to be just a little girl who doesn't know the world. Kind of naive.

Chu Zhaoliu had a headache when he heard those four words.

Holding the sword, Xie Ming glanced at her indifferently, and as if thinking of something, he glanced sideways at Chu Zhaoliu.

Chu Zhaoliu suddenly had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, Xie Mingqing's cold voice sounded, he didn't know if he was provoking the monster or him: "Of course it's because the jade is by my side."

Chu Zhaoliu clearly felt Huo Yao's gaze sweeping over his face like a pinprick: "..."

Very good, he held back this hatred.

He took a step forward, playing with the white chess pieces with his snow-white fingertips, it was difficult to distinguish whether the chess pieces were whiter or his fingers were whiter.

"Friend," Chu Zhaoliu smiled slightly, "Do you still remember how you died?"

There was an indescribable pity in that smile, Huo Yao was taken aback for a moment.

In an instant, the sword light lit up, Xie Ming appeared behind her at some point, and Ming Hong pierced through her body neatly.

"Because you love to talk nonsense." Chu Zhaoliu finished the second half of the sentence unhurriedly, and waved the fan in his hand.

The fierce wind blade flew out, and a group of resentment puppets who took the opportunity to crawl screamed and collapsed.

The figure of Hu Yao disappeared with the wind, Xie Ming raised his eyes and said: "It's a clone."

A clone was killed, and the demon hiding in the city was obviously furious, but this time it was a charming mature woman's voice, with a cold tone: "You want to make up? Dreaming."

The resentment that had been suppressed just now became agitated again, surging like boiling water, and even faintly showing signs of destroying the remaining large formation completely!

Xie Ming frowned and urged, "Which side is the next one?"

Chu Zhaoliu hesitated, and answered carefully: "Left, right, top, bottom, if you don't mind, come to the side as well, thank you."

Xie Ming: "..."

Xie Ming was silent for a while.

In the next moment, the blazing sword light from all directions was like a broken bamboo, breaking away the long-lasting dark clouds, and forcibly breaking out a sunny day and scorching sun!

But Xie Ming's sword energy can only cut away the resentment, but cannot eliminate it, and it will gather again soon.

Chu Zhaoliu didn't waste any more time, bit his index finger, quickly clicked through dozens of chess pieces, and said sharply, "Go!"

Dozens of formation chess followed behind the sword energy and returned to their positions smoothly. 99 golden lights lit up from everywhere, which just happened to block the old capital that was emitting a steady stream of evil spirits. Chu Zhaoliu threw out the chessboard and set the big formation .

The demon's voice was full of sarcasm: "Chu Zhaoliu, do you think this will trap me and these resentful spirits?"

"Of course I can't be trapped," Chu Zhaoliu said, after injecting the essence blood, the trace of blood that Chu Zhaoliu had raised disappeared without a trace, and even the color of his lips became pale and pale, but the corners of his mouth turned up, "But I'm not the only one. "

He stretched out his hand slowly, and took out... 99 chess pieces from the ring.

Xie Ming's lips twitched lightly.

The demon fell into silence.

The author has something to say:

Chu Zhaoliu: I forgot to tell you, I am a RMB player (*￣︶￣)

Confused demon: Human, you don't talk about martial arts.