Something is wrong with Jian Zun

The northern region of Xizhou is extremely cold, with wind and snow all over the sky, and people's faces are drawn like a hob. Not to mention ordinary people, most monks seldom wander in this kind of place.

But now, the northern border of Xizhou is extremely lively.

Chu Zhaoliu folded his hands lazily, leaned on Xie Ming's back like a boneless one, and said leisurely, "It's really a group of people who hate their fate."

Not only the demon cultivators from Xizhou were jealous of the legendary ancient secret, but also many orthodox monks.

Now the atmosphere on both sides of the Linghe River is tense, there is friction from time to time, there is already a faint tendency to start a war, but the monks from the two sides met in the northern border just looked at each other from a distance, unless there is really a life-and-death enmity, and they did not first enter the secret realm. Lose yourself.

The entrance to the secret realm is in a snow mountain.

The timing of the three people's arrival was just right, when the spiritual powers converged, the secret realm gate appeared in the ice lake, dark and deep, it seemed to be able to suck people in just by looking at it.

There are people all over the snow mountain, but no one dares to act rashly.

The three stood on the top of the mountain, motionless in the bone-piercing wind, Chu Zhaoliu stood between Xie Ming and Gu Junyi, dressed in brocade clothes and tied with a jade belt, waving a gold-painted fan, following along to watch the excitement Like a son or brother: "Why is no one moving?"

After Xie Ming accepted the little snowman, he seemed to be really coaxed, and would occasionally answer this kind of casually asked question out of boredom: "Wait for the bird's heart."

Chu Zhaoliu also knew that everyone was probably waiting for Que Xinluo, so he touched his chin.

If Que Xinluo really came down in full view, would he choose to kill all the people on the mountain before going in?

Excluding the three of them present, there were also many long-famous big monks left. It might be a little troublesome to solve a group of people together, but if they went in, it would be more troublesome to be besieged.

A black figure suddenly appeared in the wind and snow in the distant sky. He only blinked his eyelids, and then took a closer look, and the skinny figure had already appeared on the frozen lake.

It was an old man dressed in black, with a withered appearance, a cold face with a hint of arrogance, one hand behind his back, just standing there, people dare not look directly at him.

The faint whispers around stopped for an instant, as if even the whistling wind and snow stopped for one of them.

The Yixia sword in his arms suddenly trembled slightly, and the sword spirit seemed to recall the severe pain when it was broken.

Gu Junyi was slightly taken aback, and stroked the sword comfortingly.

The Yixia Sword is not like Minghong, it was an ancient divine sword, it was just an ordinary spirit sword lying in the Fuyue Sect Sword Tomb, Gu Junyi found it pleasing to the eye, and chose it because it was in his hand.

Such a sword gave birth to the sword spirit after the battle with Que Xinluo more than 70 years ago, which is simply a miraculous existence.

Contrary to Chu Zhaoliu's expectations, Que Xinluo didn't intend to do anything.

He raised his eyelids, and just let out a "hum" from his nasal cavity, then he didn't bother to take another look at the monks hiding around, and went straight into the secret realm.

As soon as the figure disappeared, the stagnant air began to flow again.

Chu Zhaoliu half-closed his eyes: "You two are the only ones who are still alive after fighting against Que Xinluo. Brother, Xie San, what kind of person is Que Xinluo?"

Xie Ming didn't hesitate much, and his tone was flat: "Arrogant, vicious and cunning, unscrupulous."

To make Xie Ming spit out such a string of comments without even thinking about it must be worse than worse.

Gu Junyi comforted the sword spirit, and only uttered four words: "I must die."

Chu Zhaoliu thought for a moment, then calmly said: "Then let's eliminate the harm for the people, and by the way, ask Que Xinluo about the whereabouts of my sister-in-law."

Gu Junyi couldn't help but said: "It's not sister-in-law!"

Chu Zhaoliu looked at him in astonishment: "Could it be that you are the sister-in-law?"

"..." Gu Junyi couldn't control his little junior anymore, and he was extremely sad and indignant, "Xie Ming! You give me back my smart, cute and obedient little junior!"

Xie Ming said with a blank face: "It seems that you have always had a wrong perception of him."

Chu Zhaoliu considered the feasibility of pushing these two people down the mountain at the same time, smiled politely, and decided to skip the topic about himself: "Senior brother, you never thought about it, since it is known all over the world that Que Xinluo has left the customs, Young Clan Master Lu must have heard about it, so he might be hiding in the crowd below."

Gu Junyi glanced down subconsciously.

The silver powder and jade shavings are all over the sky, like Linghe, which is shrouded in fog all year round and cannot be seen through at a glance.

Lu Tingxue abandoned her dantian, dragged her wounded body, and crossed the Linghe River, which is impossible for ordinary people to cross.

Then he was kicked out.

His heart twitched suddenly, as if he had been stabbed by something.

Yuheng is actually not accurate.

Lu Tingxue betrayed him three times.

The first time was along the Linghe River.

The patrol team led by Lu Tingxue was attacked. He rushed over, but found that the information reported was wrong. The monster clan team that attacked had several people who were close to the strength of the demon king. They rescued Lu Tingxue through a bloody fight, and pushed him out. : "Call for reinforcements!"

However, until Gu Junyi was besieged to the edge of the Ling River and had to plunge headlong into the icy cold Ling River, he did not wait for reinforcements.

The surface of the Linghe River seemed calm, but the tide was surging underneath. Gu Junyi was washed to the lower bank of the river, and he woke up after being in a coma for a few days. He thought that Lu Tingxue was robbed again on the way back, so he hurried back, only to find out Lu Tingxue took advantage of his absence to successfully take over the leadership of the battlefield, and when she saw him appear, her expression froze.

Then he seemed to smile: "It's surprising that you are still alive."

Without blinking, Gu Junyi pierced his shoulder with a sword, and said word by word: "From now on, don't appear in front of me again."

That was the first unforgettable betrayal.

To this day, Gu Junyi still remembers how icy cold the water in Linghe was.

When Gu Junyi is not joking with others, his facial features actually have a sharp indifference, which makes people feel more stressed just by looking at them.

Chu Zhaoliu secretly looked at Gu Junyi who seemed to be caught in some memory, shook his head silently, and whispered to Xie Ming: "You sword cultivators, when you don't talk about love, you are all cold and hard stones. Feeling hurt is like becoming a person.”

Xie Ming seemed kind: "Is this how you see me?"

Chu Zhaoliu patted Xie Ming on the shoulder, and said confidently: "Then how can it be? A sword cultivator like you, Zongzhu Xie, who is so detached from all emotions, six desires, and absolute love, how could he be hurt by love. I am very optimistic about you."

"........."

Xie Ming picked up Chu Zhaoliu's collar like a chirp, "Go down."

Que Xinluo went in first, and the others waited and watched for a long time before jumping into the entrance of the frozen lake one by one.

Before Chu Zhaoliu could react, he realized that Xie Mo's spiritual power was useless at all, so he just grabbed him and jumped off the Baizhang high cliff!

The strong wind blew his face stiff, and his body reflexively hugged Xie Ming's body: "Xie Ming!"

Baizhang distance blinked to the end, and the moment the general hit the ground, Xie Ming froze in the air, and landed on the ground in an undisturbed manner.

Chu Zhaoliu hangs on his body and presses against his ear, gnashing his teeth but powerlessly: "Your uncle."

Xie Ming smiled slightly at him: "Are you sober?"

Gu Junyi also fell down, and after only a short while, he had already collected his mood, and said with a low-pitched smile: "Little brother, although the master Xie is indeed boundless in beauty, you should also pay attention to it." Influence, how decent is it to hug and hug in broad daylight."

Chu Zhaoliu straightened his disheveled clothes slowly, glanced at him, and hooked his fingers at him.

Gu Junyi approached enthusiastically.

The three of them were standing at the entrance of the secret realm, one step forward was the secret realm.

Chu Zhaoliu suddenly lifted his foot and kicked him in.

Xie Ming fell into silence.

Jiujiu covered his eyes in fear.

What a horrible mother chirp!

Chu Zhaoliu was about to smile: "Sect Master Xie, what kind of eyes do you have, I will give you a ride too?"

Xie Ming glanced at the surprised eyes that swept around, and suddenly stretched out his hand, wrapped around Chu Zhaoliu's waist, pulled him to his side, and jumped.

Chu Zhaoliu didn't expect this person to turn against customers at all, he only had time to say "Hello" before disappearing at the entrance.

The people nearby hesitated, and turned to look at the people around them: "That person just now is... Sword Master Xie Ming?"

"...You read that right."

"Que Xinluo and Xie Ming, if they fight, which one is stronger and which is weaker? Didn't Xie Ming lose to Que Xinluo before?"

"Who is next to Xie Ming? He looks really good-looking, why haven't I seen it before?"

"You haven't seen it, but you must have heard of it," the other person slowly closed his jaw in shock, and swallowed, "That's Chu Zhaoliu!"

Hearing this name, everyone suddenly realized.

Chu Zhaoliu, who hasn't heard of a world-famous joke?

Jumping down from the entrance, there are still a few steps away.

There is a twisted hole like a water curtain floating in front of it, and Gu Junyi waits by the side, looking at it resentfully.

Chu Zhaoliu was not ashamed of kicking him down, so he snorted.

Gu Junyi couldn't do anything about the little junior brother who was spoiled and proud, and walked in first, clutching the sword sadly.

The moment he stepped into the secret realm, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

In front of it is a rolling barren hill, except for dead wood and stones, there are no stars or other colors. Gray and black seem to be the main color of the world, which makes people feel depressed when they look at it.

What followed was a heavy sense of oppression.

Chu Zhaoliu suddenly sensed something was wrong, and immediately turned to look at Xie Ming: "Brother Xie?"

Xie Ming opened his hands and shook his head.

The body seemed to be under shackles, and it was impossible to stand up against the sky.

Gu Junyi, who has the deepest understanding of the ancient secrets, walked in the front, and explained without any surprises: "A well-preserved secret is a small world, and the laws of the world are different. One of the restrictions here seems to be that you can't fly arbitrarily." No matter how high your cultivation level is, you have to abide by the rules when you enter this world. Well, if you want to break free from the rules, you have to break this secret realm."

It was the first time Chu Zhaoliu heard this statement: "If there is a rule of who enters and who dies, wouldn't it be invincible?"

Gu Junyi laughed and said: "No, the rules cannot deviate from the rules of the big world."

Chu Zhaoliu was a little strange: "Senior brother, how do you know this so well?"

Gu Junyi smiled, but remained silent.

Because he was afraid that Lu Tingxue would have died long ago.

Que Xinluo has a soul-refining flag, and the souls thrown into the soul-refining flag cannot be found.

He couldn't find Lu Tingxue, and often woke up from samadhi, worrying that he would be thrown into the soul refining banner. At first, he just wanted to learn the ancient soul-calling array, but it became a habit after learning it.

These worries are inexplicable, but they are also a little comfort to pass the time in his futile search.

Surrounded by towering and undulating mountain peaks, temporarily unable to fly in the air, the three of them had to walk forward for a while, and saw a huge cave entrance at the foot of the bare mountain. It was so dark that they could feel it before they got close. The chill that came from inside.

Chu Zhaoliu praised: "It's only short of writing the words 'please enter the urn'."

He looked around: "You two, are you going to enter the urn?"

Gu Junyi pulled out the Yixia sword: "There is no other way."

Chu Zhaoliu: "What are you afraid of, we have Master Jianzun here."

As he said that, he wanted to step in first. Gu Junyi looked at the cave, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, he blocked it with his hand, pinched his face, and smiled like a fool: "My way, thank you After the suzerain, please stay in the middle obediently. Thank you, suzerain, do you have any objection?"

Chu Zhaoliu's face was already pale, and his skin was surprisingly delicate, even a gentle pinch would leave faint red marks.

Xie Ming's eyes stayed on his face for three seconds, his expression remained unchanged: "Let's go."

Chu Zhaoliu, who had opinions, was ignored and had no choice but to give up speaking in resentment, and walked into the cave one by one.

As soon as they stepped in, they felt a chilly feeling, and their eyes suddenly went dark, so dark that they couldn't see the way ahead.

Chu Zhaoliu found his glazed cup, but the light of the glazed cup was quickly swallowed up by the darkness, and there was no life left.

Chu Zhaoliu was a little helpless: "What are you doing all these mysterious things all the time? Could it be that by doing this, you can defeat our invincible Sword Master?"

Xie Ming's voice came from behind him, perhaps because the cave was empty, that deep and magnetic voice got a certain kind of subtle resonance, penetrated into the ears, and itched from the ear to the heart: "Don't dare to be that."

Chu Zhaoliu moved his scalp numbly to the side, and couldn't help being distracted for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he realized that there seemed to be something in his hand, and he stretched out his cold tongue to lick him.

Chu Zhaoliu's mind was filled with Xie Ming's voice, without even thinking about it, he blurted out: "Don't lick me."

Gu Junyi's voice suddenly rose: "Beast! What are you doing to my little brother!"

Xie Ming: "..."

The sharp blade was unsheathed, and with a pop, the thing fell to the ground.

With the light of the sword at that moment, Chu Zhaoliu could see clearly that it was a centipede-like, snake-like thing with its head protruding from the wet mountain wall and its whole body covered with legs.

And on the nearby mountain wall, densely packed with these things, poking their heads silently in the darkness, wriggling, trying to pull themselves out of the mountain wall inch by inch.

Chu Zhaoliu's face was paralyzed.

It's better not to see it!

A familiar fragrant fragrance came from behind. In the darkness, Xie Mo grabbed his licked left hand and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid it's poisonous. I'll wash you with spiritual spring water."

Chu Zhao was speechless, Xie Ming's face could not be seen at all in the darkness, but smelling this familiar breath, he felt very at ease, and the creepy feeling of nausea disappeared a lot.

The lack of eyesight made the sense of smell more acute. Chu Zhaoliu, like a puppy, couldn't help but get closer and sniff again: "Xie Ming, you smell so good."

The warm breath sprayed on the neck, exuding a trace of bitter medicinal fragrance, Xie Ming grabbed his hand for a short pause, and immediately a gust of cool spiritual spring water poured over the palm of his hand.

Not a word was spoken.

After a long while, Chu Zhaoliu used this action to belatedly figure out where he sniffed like a hooligan just now.

It was Xie Ming's Adam's apple.