Something is wrong with Jian Zun

Xie Ming didn't respond to Chu Zhaoliu's vicious speech, and let go expressionlessly.

Chu Zhaoliu had been prepared for a long time, and turned over and landed calmly.

Seeing him like this, a picture suddenly popped up in Xie Ming's mind - a kitten with snow-white fur facing the ground, but it can always roll over flexibly and land lightly when it is released.

Xie Ming: "..."

He felt that there might really be something wrong with his brain.

The two fell deeply, and walked forward for a while from the messy tunnel, and their eyes suddenly opened up.

There is actually an underground palace hidden under the main hall, and it really has a hole in the sky.

Chu Zhaoliu took out the glazed lamp, and the soft radiance filled the surroundings.

Even though the imperial palace has long been in ruins, the underground palace is still well preserved. Judging from the simple and simple patterns carved on the ground, the construction time of the underground palace is obviously much earlier than the imperial palace above.

In addition to the patterns on the ground, a kind of ancient characters were engraved on the wall in front of it, shining mysteriously under the light of the glazed lamp.

It is an ancient text.

Chu Zhao reads a lot of idle books, but in terms of ancient characters, the only relevant research is Fulu.

The writing of many taboo talismans relies on writing ancient texts, but there are very few ancient text scrolls left in a catastrophe ten thousand years ago, and there are only a few in the repair world who have studied ancient texts.

He was not very impatient with these ghost symbols, rather than studying this, he was more willing to ponder the formation chess. Seeing Xie Ming's thoughtful look, he asked curiously: "What does this mean?"

Xie Ming caressed the mysterious writing on the wall, spit out a few obscure syllables, after a while, shook his head and said: "I can only understand a small part, it should be a sacrificial text."

Chu Zhaoliu rubbed his chin: "Obviously, this underground palace has nothing to do with Xixue Kingdom or Dongxia Kingdom. Well, let me copy this sacrificial text first, and study it later."

As he said that, he turned out a blank scroll, dipped some ink in the ink pen, and had experience in drawing talismans. He copied gourds and scoops like gourds, and copied them quickly.

Xie Ming quietly waited beside him, watching his snow-white face.

The underground palace was gray, and under the light of the glass lamp, that face was so white that it seemed to be shining, which was extremely eye-catching.

After a while, Chu Zhaoliu finished copying the sacrificial text on the wall, put it away and lifted the glazed lamp: "Let's go, what we are looking for should not be far away."

The moment he turned his head, Xie Ming looked away in time, hummed lightly, held a sword in one hand, and walked ahead to open the way.

Passing through an arched hole in front, and then walking through a long corridor, a closed blue-black stone door appeared in sight, four or five feet high, tall and solemn, exuding a misty cold luster, the door frame The upper pattern is engraved with complicated patterns, and it looks quite solid at first glance. It is not a door that can touch porcelain in the capital of the Eastern Xia Kingdom.

Chu Zhaoliu grew up playing with treasures since he was a child, and when he stretched out his hand, he knew that ordinary people would not be able to handle this thing, so he looked at Xie Ming full of expectations: "Master Jian Zun, can you kick it away this time?"

Xie Ming said dumbly: "I can't."

Immediately, he simply and roughly drew out the Minghong sword.

Is there anything in the world that cannot be cut by the divine sword Minghong?

Chu Zhaoliu took a deep breath, feeling distressed: "It's just a child..."

"It's been exposed to the tiles recently." Xie Ming said lightly, "It should be hit."

After finishing speaking, Wei Yi stabbed Ming Hong into the stone gate with force.

Without the protection of spiritual power, the sword body would be somewhat rubbed and damaged. Chu Zhaoliu couldn't bear to watch, his teeth were so sore: "Don't all of you sword cultivators treat swords as wives, Xie Zongzhu, you are abusing your wife! !"

"..." The corners of Xie Ming's mouth twitched coldly, "That's not a coincidence, I never took her as my wife."

On the contrary, it's this flamboyant broken sword, a thieves with evil intentions.

Ming Hongjian: "..."

Fortunately, no matter what, Minghong was also recast by incorporating the body of the ancient divine sword, and carried the master's Huo Huo.

After a short breath, the stone door was successfully cut open to allow people to pass through.

But Ming Hongjian closed himself.

Sword Spirit does not intend to reconcile with its master for the time being.

The two walked in back and forth, seeing the scene behind the door clearly, Chu Zhaoliu subconsciously held his breath.

Behind the door is an empty hall, only supported by a few tall stone pillars.

Between the stone pillars, there is an exquisite small formation, with black silk threads visible to the naked eye scattered everywhere, and wrapped in black silk threads is... an egg.

The eggshell of that egg is white, and there seems to be a pulse in the breath, beating silently, and you can feel the vitality inside.

But this vitality with a pure breath is losing bit by bit as time goes by.

The black silk thread wraps around this white egg, absorbs its vitality, spreads upwards, penetrates the ceiling of the main hall, and sinks into the ubiquitous resentment that permeates this dead city. The ghost of the city.

Chu Zhaoliu took a light breath: "The most holy and pure thing...is this thing."

The life force in that egg was already very weak.

But if this formation is destroyed now and the egg is saved, how will the city full of unjust souls be suppressed?

This formation was most likely arranged by the person who drew the formation outside the city.

After seeing a little bit of Tan Yuan's memories...it's not hard to figure out who it is.

Chu Zhaoliu is no longer surprised that the Buddhist sect values ​​Tan Yuan so much, why he has been locked up on Youtan Mountain for hundreds of years, declaring that Tan Yuan is in retreat and never letting him go down the mountain to practice and practice.

What is born of extreme good will naturally also be extremely evil.

It couldn't be easier to dye a piece of white paper black, as long as there is a little stain, it will be particularly conspicuous.

Fozong was obviously reluctant to send Tan Yuan to the Tiandao League for trial. Sealing her memory and confinement for hundreds of years was her punishment for Tan Yuan.

Naturally, everything in Xixue Kingdom and Dongxia Kingdom will also be blurred.

This place full of grievances cannot be wiped out with great fanfare, it can only be suppressed with formations.

What Chu Zhaoliu could think of, of course Xie Ming could also think of it, he looked at the egg, the corners of his lips curled mockingly.

At this moment, there was a sound of breaking through the air from far to near.

Xie Ming reacted very quickly, grabbed Chu Zhaoliu, and dodged to avoid it.

The next moment, there was a loud "boom", dust filled the sky, something was slammed on the door, and with another bang, it rolled in through the hole Xie Ming broke.

The dust flying all over the sky dispersed, and two figures appeared.

It was the demon who was beaten in.

She described her as embarrassed, with a gloomy face, and the snow-white robes of the person chasing after her were also stained with blood, but her demeanor was unexpectedly refined, not stained with mud.

Chu Zhaoliu looked over: "Yin Heguang?"

"Yin Heguang" paused, turned his head, and showed him a faint smile. For some reason, it seemed a bit bleak: "It's me."

If she is controlled by the demon, she shouldn't recover so quickly. Looking at Tan Yuan's expression, apart from being a little tired and sad, there is no trace of the influence of the demon at all.

Chu Zhaoliu's mind was suddenly struck by thunder.

It was he who misunderstood.

The "Yin Heguang" who met him once on the tower was "Yin Heguang", and Tan Yuan was indeed not the same person.

He had seen such precedents, a person has two personalities, completely different personalities, as if two people share the same body.

If I guessed correctly, what happened back then should have been done by Yin Heguang after Tan Yuan was driven to a desperate situation.

But Chu Zhaoliu's mood was not much better because of this guess - even so, with Tan Yuan's heart, it is absolutely impossible to forgive herself.

While his thoughts were flying, Huoyao had already noticed the egg wrapped in black silk formation, his eyes turned, and he smiled softly: "Tan Yuan, the Buddhist sect really took great pains to protect you, even the eggs of ancient gods and beasts are willing to give up." Take it out. Good monk, just came all the way, and the innocent soul who screamed at you all over the ground and was scalded by the Buddha light on you, isn't it pitiful?"

Tan Yuan's expression froze slightly.

At this moment, Huoyao suddenly slapped the formation on the ground with his palm, and a corner of that delicate little formation was destroyed immediately, and several pieces of the formation were shattered.

Tan Yuan took a step and was about to stop her, but another burst of tearing pain came through her mind.

Another person in the body seemed dissatisfied with his procrastination and wanted to gain control of the body.

The future of Buddhism.

The prince of the worldly Xixue Kingdom.

Two identities, two burdens.

Huo Yao added fuel to the flames unhurriedly: "Don't you want to save all living beings, there are so many souls out there waiting for you to save them."

Her bewitching red lips curled up, and her beautiful eyes flowed: "You don't think that the formation you have arranged outside can withstand the wrath of hundreds of thousands of innocent souls, right? As long as I destroy this egg, the balance will be broken, and the entire Suyang will be destroyed." All will suffer another catastrophe because of you."

Tan Yuan's brows were covered with cold sweat, she gritted her teeth: "Poor monk..."

Huo Yao showed a determined smile, and followed the temptation: "As long as you hand over the Buddha bone to me, all the souls in this city will be freed."

Picking out the Buddha bones is equivalent to taking Tan Yuan's lifelong cultivation.

For ordinary people, listening to Tan Yuan talk about Zen will have an epiphany, let alone a demon.

For the Yaozu, Tan Yuan, who was born with a Buddha bone, is like a perfect supplement pill, as long as he eats him, his cultivation base will skyrocket.

The demon is in a very happy mood.

Today, she can not only get the Buddha bone, but also solve two old enemies.

It was really good to work with that person.

She looked at Chu Zhaoliu and Xie Ming with a smile on the side, looked at Xie Ming's handsome and indifferent face, and excitedly licked the corners of her lips: "Little Xie Ming, do you want me to rape first and then kill, or kill first and then rape?" Yeah? This deity likes your face very much, and I can let you choose."

Huoyao has no gender, it's just that she usually prefers to use a female face. Seeing that Xie Ming didn't speak, she turned into a male face thoughtfully: "Or do you like men?"

——It can be seen that he is really in a good mood.

Xie Ming's face was colder than the ten thousand year iceberg in the extreme north.

Chu Zhaoliu couldn't hold back: "Pfft!"

Xie Ming gave him a cold gouging look: "Is it funny?"

Chu Zhaoliu: "Hahahahahaha, it's not funny at all!!!"

He laughed so hard that his stomach ached, while Tan Yuan over there made a quick move.

Huoyao didn't move at all, stepped on it again, smashed a few chess pieces, stretched out her hand, pressed her sharp nails on the egg, and tapped it threateningly.

Tan Yuan froze, staring at Huoyao.

Huo Yao smiled and said: "If it was your other personality, you wouldn't care if this deity would destroy the egg, and what would happen to Su Yang. If you are so timid, this deity really looks down on you."

After finishing speaking, he flipped his palm and was about to smash the egg into pieces.

At the very moment, the golden light flashed away, and Tan Yuan rushed over directly, hugged the egg, and got a slap in the face!

Huo Yao's eyes showed a little bit of surprise.

Even though he was very aware of the power of his palm, Tan Yuan should be unable to move at this time, so she still cautiously did not lean over, licked Bai Shengsheng's teeth with the scarlet tongue, and showed a cold smile: "It's up to you It's..."

Before the words fell, a chill suddenly rushed to my heart, and then a majestic and sharp sword energy rolled over!

Huo Yao's reaction was extremely quick, and he retreated three feet away, but half of his face was still unavoidably cut, and he turned his head in disbelief.

Xie Ming held the Ming Hong sword in one hand, and his snow-colored robe was not fluttering in the wind, and looked at him calmly: "You just said, who are you going to..." After a pause, he spit out those four words, "Rape first, then rape kill?"

The author has something to say:

Chu Zhaoliu (in high spirits): Can I join in the fun?

Xie Ming (lying down obediently): Please?