Something is wrong with Jian Zun

Ming Hong Sword is the broken sword that Xie Ming found in an ancient secret realm. After bringing it out, he visited the world's number one master craftsman to remelt and forge it. After following Xie Ming for many years, he also had an ignorant sword spirit. His mental intelligence is not high, about the same as a five or six-year-old child.

It's just that I don't know why, this sword spirit is so close to Chu Zhaoliu, it makes people wonder if it is born with a color embryo.

Qin Liang's spiritual power was strong but gentle, soothing the fragile spiritual veins, Chu Zhaoliu narrowed his eyes in comfort, and secretly looked at Xie Ming's expression: "Aren't you angry?"

Xie Ming asked indifferently, "Why am I angry?"

Tsk, I still don't admit it.

Seeing that Chu Zhaoliu's face became paler and paler, although there was a smile on his lips, his eyelashes were trembling, as if he was going to gasp three times with every step, Xie Ming closed his eyes.

As long as he stays away from Chu Zhaoliu, the voice in his head will chatter endlessly, forcing him to recall an absurd and obscene dream.

As a result, when he saw Chu Zhaoliu panting, he felt that something was wrong.

It seems that there are many abnormalities.

"He chose someone else." The voice in his head was cold and angry, urging him, "Kill that bald donkey and snatch him back."

This voice has been in my mind for more than half a month.

Xie Ming couldn't get this thing out of his mind, and ignored it most of the time, just pretending it didn't exist, his mind was as firm as a rock, and he wouldn't be disturbed by mere demons.

But this time it was disrupted.

It was also because he was a little dazed that he didn't immediately notice the movement coming from here.

Xie Ming's eyes were calm, staring at Chu Zhaoliu with ambiguous meaning: "Why don't you call me when you encounter an enemy?"

With spiritual guidance, Chu Zhaoliu had already recovered, and smiled when he heard the words: "Since we are going to use a sneak attack, it doesn't necessarily mean how strong we are. If I can solve it, why call you here, it's a waste of personal favor."

"From the results," Xie Ming mocked lightly, "You seem to have failed to solve it."

"That's why I called you." Chu Zhaoliu plausibly said, "Responsiveness."

Xie Ming nodded slowly: "So, you owe me a favor now."

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

Why talk fast.

Just as Chu Zhaoliu was about to hurt him, he turned the topic away when his face suddenly changed: "Wait, did we forget someone?"

That person probably came to stop him from setting up the formation.

Now that he was attacked, what about Tan Yuan?

Xie Ming frowned slightly, did not speak, supported his arm and stood up against the sky, looking for Tan Yuan.

Unexpectedly, Tan Yuan was not attacked.

Seeing the two people approaching, he was still somewhat puzzled: "Thank you benefactor, Zhao Liu, what's wrong?"

Chu Zhaoliu was thoughtful, stroking his chin with his fine white fingertips: "I was just attacked, could it be that I am easy to bully?"

Tan Yuan Su Rong: "Attack? Who is it? Can't even Xie benefactor catch it?"

Chu Zhaoliu shook his head and looked in the direction of the city: "Maybe it's a demon, but why does she need to cover up and attack me with another appearance? Could it be..."

The mysterious person who commanded the slaughter of Lumenzong?

No matter who it is, there is no more time to waste.

After instructing Tan Yuan to be careful, Chu Zhaoliu turned around and left, ready to continue looking for some formations.

Probably because he was afraid that Chu Zhaoliu would be in another accident, this time Xie Ming followed.

Chu Zhaoliu twirled the formation chess, overjoyed: "Thank you, Sect Master, it's already here, why don't you lend me some spiritual power to set up the formation as soon as possible."

Xie Ming stayed within ten steps behind him, heard this, raised his brows, and said indifferently: "Why?"

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

Xie Ming: "Do you want to owe another favor?"

Chu Zhaoliu didn't expect to be rejected straight away, he choked for a few moments, and said impassionedly: "This is not a favor, a large formation is set up to protect the entire Suyang, and then the common people in the world. Dayi, are you moved?"

Xie Ming was obviously not moved, and looked at him expressionlessly.

Chu Zhaoliu spread his hands: "Okay, then I will owe you another favor."

But I said in my heart, with my own shame, if you don't pay back what you owe, what can you do to me.

Xie Ming's light-colored pupils were like pools of snow, and he stared at him for a while without blinking: "No, just pay me back now."

"what?"

"Are you familiar with Tan Yuan?"

Chu Zhaoliu paused in the movement of twirling the chess pieces. He didn't expect that Xie Ming's so-called "returning favors" actually wanted to hear gossip, so he couldn't help but look at him strangely, and said calmly: "Familiar, Tan Yuan is my father." My friend, in terms of seniority, I have to call him uncle, but his temper... I don't treat him as an elder."

Xie Ming was stunned.

"When I was young, my parents took me to the Buddhist sect to do business. I stayed there for a while, but I didn't expect a few great monks to covet my qualifications. They followed me every day, saying that I had a Buddhist destiny, and persuaded me to convert to Buddhism," Chu Zhaoliu said. When I got here, my face was very strange, "I'm scared now when I see a shiny thing."

After talking about this experience, he himself was a little speechless, but when he turned his head, he saw Xie Ming actually smiled.

The corners of the thin red lips were raised, forming an obvious curvature, which seemed a little soft.

When someone who doesn't smile often smiles suddenly, it's so lethal, it's like spring snow is blowing away, the scenery is bright and bright, and it's extremely dazzling.

Will Xie Ming also laugh?

Chu Zhaoliu looked at it in a daze, and these words popped up in his mind.

It's a pity that the smile was fleeting, Xie Ming's face-changing speed was outstanding, and in a blink of an eye he returned to his debt-collecting face, and he stretched out his hand to press on his shoulder, sending out a powerful spiritual force.

Chu Zhaoliu was half a beat slow to realize that his "favor" should be alright.

He couldn't help but said, "Sect Master Xie, don't you feel that you are holding me hostage when you transfer spiritual power to me like this?"

Xie Ming: "..."

Xie Ming's hand moved down, encircling his wrist vainly, the palm of his hand was delicate, but his eyes were very cold: "That's it."

Xie Ming held a sword all year round, and there was a thin layer of calluses on the palm of his hand and the tiger's mouth. Chu Zhaoliu was very sensitive, and he shrank uncomfortably, and said carefully, "I don't think it's too bad..."

Xie Ming ran out of patience, and put his other hand weakly on his waist, his lowered eyes were shining brightly, as if he could read people's hearts: "Or do you think so?"

Chu Zhaoliu's pupils shrank.

Xie Ming knows that his waist is very sensitive?

How did he know!

Xie Ming looked at him for a long time, as if he wanted to love him or not.

Chu Zhaoliu's lips moved. Although he was full of doubts, he finally suppressed his doubts.

It's just an illusion, how could Xie Ming know such a private weakness of his.

Relying on the continuous spiritual power provided by Xie Ming, Chu Zhaoliu successfully arranged the part he was responsible for.

The speed on Tan Yuan's side was faster, Chu Zhaoliu's side scored the last chess piece, and the countless chess pieces immediately interacted with each other, and the big formation was [-]%, covering a radius of more than ten miles outside the old capital.

If you go up to the sky and look down, you can see a looming golden cover, which is upside down in this world, as solid as gold and unbreakable.

After setting up the formation, Chu Zhaoliu and Tan Yuan returned to the previous place.

Across a moat that had been dry for a hundred years, Tan Yuan stood with her hands behind her back, looking at the interior of the old capital, her expression seemed a little dazed, and when she saw the two of them back, she came back to her senses and smiled: "Then go in."

Xie Ming and Tan Yuan tacitly placed on the left and right, sandwiched Chu Zhaoliu in the middle, and walked into the area of ​​the ancient capital full of resentment.

There was a lot of pressure outside, and the resentment inside could not be released. After leaving for a few days, as soon as he came in, Chu Zhaoliu's eyes were blacked out—in the real sense, his eyes were blacked out, and the resentment was completely condensed into an actual black mist. If another monk with a low level of cultivation came in, he might be eroded into madness and madness in an instant.

And that's just the periphery.

If you go in a little further, I'm afraid even Xie Ming will find it hard to bear.

Numerous resentment puppets squatted around, ready to move, greedily looking at the fresh flesh and blood.

"Amitabha."

Tan Yuan clasped her palms together, her heart was like a mirror, and her black and white eyes were tinged with golden light, showing tenderness and compassion.

As he recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, a soft golden light emanated from him.

As soon as the surrounding black mist came into contact with the golden light, it immediately melted silently like ice and snow, and the resentment puppet seemed to have met its nemesis, and it no longer rushed forward like before, screaming and fleeing.

After a while, even the black mist with this area became much thinner.

Tan Yuan was born with Buddha bones.

There shouldn't be any absolutes in this world, but his destiny is perfect and pure, pure white, and evil spirits cannot invade.

He made a special trip to Tianqing Mountain, and it was indeed correct to abduct Tan Yuan, otherwise it would be difficult to even enter the city.

After Chu Zhaoliu was satisfied with his idea, he stretched out his hand towards Tan Yuan, and acted like a baby very freely: "Master Buddha, please give me some consecrated treasures, if there is any accident and get separated, this resentment can drown me , so pitiful."

Makes sense too.Tan Yuan thought for a while, took off the bodhi rosary in her hand and handed it to him.

Chu Zhaoliu took it over, pulled Xie Ming's hand casually, and put the beads on his wrist, the movements were smooth and smooth.

Then he stretched out his hand again, blinking and blinking: "Where's mine?"

Tan Yuan: "..."

Tan Yuan was shocked by the upright and brazen robbery of the eldest son of Chu, and reluctantly took off the last string of Buddhist beads on her body and handed it over.

Chu Zhaoliu put it on with a smile: "Thank you Master, Master is so kind, the monks are merciful, and I will go to your temple to donate some incense money some other day."

Tan Yuan shook her head with both a smile and a smile.

Xie Ming lowered his eyelashes, glanced at the string of rosary beads protruding from his hand, his face was calm, but Ming Hong in his waist buzzed.

It may be because he has been in contact with Chu Zhaoliu a lot, and it has become more and more noisy recently.

Xie Ming flicked off the scabbard without expression: "Don't make noise."

Chu Zhaoliu was chatting with Tan Yuan, when he heard the sound he turned his head in surprise: "Huh?"

Xie Ming's tone was calm: "I didn't mention you."

With Tan Yuan opening the way, from the outside all the way to the dilapidated city gate of the old capital, all the way was unimpeded, and those grievances and resentment puppets disappeared completely as if they had never appeared before.

There are still traces of burning on the city wall, and it is pitch black. Even after hundreds of years, the hot and choking smoke still seems to permeate, just like this endless resentment.

The tall city gate was closed tightly, standing silently in front of the three of them.

Those innocent souls were just afraid of the Buddha's light on Tan Yuan's body, and even the Huoyao didn't move.

It's a little strange.

The three looked at each other, and Chu Zhaoliu looked at the one with the highest force: "Brother Xie, please?"

Xie Ming took a step forward and kicked his foot.

There was the sound of the dry door shaft turning, and after the ear-piercing "creak", the city gate was forcibly separated by a huge force, and there were endless rumbling noises.

Dust fell down, and the door panel was crumbling.

Chu Zhaoliu clicked his tongue: "You sword cultivators are so rough! You can't be gentle..."

The rest of the voice froze.

The three of them fell silent while looking at the scene in front of them.