Something is wrong with Jian Zun

How can it be?

The development of the matter was completely different from what I had expected, and the eyes of the Fallen Immortal, who had always turned his hands around, showed a trace of bewilderment and astonishment.

Gu Junyi and Chu Wen also surrounded him with swords.

The Fallen Immortal wiped his blood-soaked chest, sneered silently, and didn't expect the White Wolf King, who was hiding far away to watch the show, to make a move: "You guys are really, really good."

Gu Junyi maintained the sword formation, and raised his eyebrows when he heard the words: "It's just a small reward, it's nothing compared to what your Excellency gave you."

There was no smile on Chu Wen's face, his eyes were locked on the Fallen Immortal.

Although there were twists and turns in the plan, it went smoothly overall, and finally trapped the Fallen Immortal with serious injuries.

But the uneasiness in his heart didn't disappear, on the contrary, it became more intense.

This uneasiness is like he repeatedly dreamed about his childhood experience, until he was pointed out in public by the people in the fishing village back then.

Like something bad is about to happen.

The fallen fairy suddenly laughed.

Being forced into a predicament by a few people he had never looked down upon, the shame and anger of being cheated disappeared, and the Fallen Immortal spread his hands slowly, holding an extra broken sword: "Do you recognize this? "

Chu Wen and Gu Junyi just glanced at it, and their expressions changed drastically: "This is..."

"Why is Master's saber in your hand!"

Chu Zhaoliu, who was still trying to comfort Xie Ming, was shaken and turned around suddenly.

How can it be?

Fuyue Xianzun is a sword cultivator.

For sword cultivators, the sword is with the people, but the sword destroys the people.

How could Master's sword be in the hands of the Fallen Immortal?Wasn't the Fallen Immortal attracted by them to leave the sea, and the master who went to the extreme north was staggered!

"The snow scene in the extreme north is good."

Seeing the unconcealable expressions of the three, the Fallen Immortal laughed, threw the broken sword casually, and wrote lightly: "Your good master, it is lucky to be buried there."

The minds of the three fell into a blank moment at the same time.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Fallen Immortal held the extremely ominous black sword in his hand, slashed through the void, and disappeared in front of several people in an instant: "Farewell gift, everyone, please accept it."

At the same time as the voice fell, dense things suddenly emerged from the tumbling ink clouds in the sky—the puppets born from the gathering of resentment, and the poisons born in evil places, all of them are extremely vicious things!

Chu Wen didn't care so much, and swooped down to catch the broken sword, his whole body trembling.

His swordsmanship was taught by Fuyue Xianzun himself, and he is more familiar with the master's sword than Gu Junyi and Chu Zhaoliu.

This is indeed the sword of Fuyue Immortal Venerable.

The sword was broken in the hands of the Fallen Immortal.

That Master, is it as the Fallen Immortal said...

He couldn't come to a conclusion in his mind, his chest was violently churned, staring blankly at the broken sword in his hand, he was about to vomit a mouthful of blood, and called out in a hoarse voice, "Master..."

The resentment puppets and the poison rushed in all directions, and there were bursts of exclamations and screams from below.

It is impossible to chase the Fallen Immortal anymore, and they are almost at their limit.

Gu Junyi cursed in a low voice, and drew back the sword curtain with Juejue. With the horizontal sword in front, he stared coldly at the White Wolf King who had been watching the show from beginning to end.

The White Wolf King huddled silently in the corner after watching a good show, and when he saw the fallen fairy had left, he rolled out calmly and looked at Chu Wen with concern: "Nephew, what's so good about the human race, look at them , but because you have the blood of the demon clan, so I reject you so much, and turn my sword against you, follow me back to the clan, I and the clan welcome you very much, we have been searching everywhere, and we have been looking for you for hundreds of years!"

Chu Wen was still holding the broken sword, and his whole body was like a walking corpse. The words of the Wolf King seemed to fall into his ears through a layer of water, but they were not clear. Understand Xuanying's words.

Gu Junyi stood in front of Chu Wen, staring at the monster beast defensively: "Get lost."

The White Wolf King couldn't understand the atmosphere, touched his chin, and saw that the faces of several people were not good-looking, and suddenly realized: "Is it because there are too many people, and it is difficult for you to reply? It's okay, we will talk about it when there are fewer people!"

After finishing speaking, he actually complied with Gu Junyi's words, wagging his tail and Shi Shiran rolled away.

Seeing the threat go away, Gu Junyi wiped his face wearily, suspecting that this thing is also half-blooded, and the other half is mixed with dog blood.

He knew the weight of Master in Chu Wen's heart, and looking back at Chu Wen's reaction, he couldn't say anything.

He could only pat Chu Wen on the shoulder, and fell back to the ground with his sword in hand.

Although most of the people on the ground don't like it, the little disciples of the Fuyue Sect are still there.

Most of these vicious beasts were raised by fallen immortals. They were extremely ferocious. The poison was easy to deal with, but the resentment puppets were hard to kill. The coordinated poisonous beasts rampaged among the crowd, and many people lay on the ground.

Seeing Gu Junyi coming, everyone was overjoyed: "Brother Gu!"

All the disciples of the Fuyue Sect had gathered together to form an formation, and they used Chu Zhaoliu's defensive formation. They worked together to resist the poisonous beast puppets, their spirits were shining, and they were unscathed. Dazed, he called out: "Uncle Gu, we are fine, we don't need to do anything!"

Gu Junyi glanced twice, put away the sword, folded his hands, and actually stopped making a move.

Everyone: "..."

Most of the people just clamored to arrest Chu Wen and send them to a prison, but they were really ashamed to ask Gu Junyi for help, so they had to bite the bullet and show their magical powers.

At this moment, the familiar sword qi passed by, and accurately smashed several poisonous beasts on the ground!

Gu Junyi turned around in astonishment: "Brother?"

Chu Wen had already put away the broken sword, no abnormality could be seen on his face, and he nodded slightly: "I'm fine. There are islands inhabited by mortals around, and none of these poisonous beasts and puppets can be let go."

Gu Junyi was suffocated just now, when Chu Wen said it, he remembered this, looked up, saw Chu Zhaoliu was tightly surrounded by Xie Ming, felt relieved, hesitated again, and opened his mouth: "Brother, the words of the Fallen Immortal are very unbelievable, I believe Master is fine."

Chu Wen tugged at the corner of his pale lips, but did not respond, and rushed down to cooperate with Gu Junyi to deal with the raging poisonous beast.

Chu Zhaoliu didn't believe that Master was dead either.

I wanted to go down to help, but I couldn't move.

He raised his head speechlessly, met Xie Ming's blood-red eyes, choked up slightly, and asked tentatively: "Sect Master Xie, will you let me go?"

Xie Ming's eyes were full of violent killing intent, but when he was hugged, he seemed much more docile, like a beast whose fur has been tamed, staring at him quietly, shaking his head.

His consciousness was chaotic, and the only trace of reason left told him:

The person in his arms was injured, and it was dangerous below.

Can't let go.

Chu Zhaoliu tilted his head, glanced at the puppets and poisonous beasts that were attacking them, and lowered his voice: "But they are rushing towards us, at least let me pick up the sword, huh?"

Xie Ming stared at him, as if he had never heard of it.

Chu Zhaoliu couldn't laugh or cry, he had to rejoice that he locked Jiujiu in the room when he went out today, otherwise Xiao Feijiu would be squeezed between the two of them and would have been crushed.

The crazy Xie Ming is too clingy.

Both of his arms were bound, and he could only move his fingers which were still free. Just as he was about to make a tactic, a burst of icy sword energy suddenly pierced and splashed out!

Xie Ming remained motionless, everything that struck behind him was torn to pieces.

He lowered his head, gently rubbed the tip of Chu Zhaoliu's hair, and said in a deep and cold voice, "I won't let anything get close to you."

You can only be mine.

That expression matched his words, and there was a creepy feeling, and the blood-red pupils made people dare not look directly at them.

Chu Zhaoliu's eyebrows twitched.

He could feel that Xie Ming's words were not love words, nor were they exaggerated, but a declaration.

He will not allow anyone or anything to approach, as long as it enters his warning range, anything will be crushed by his sword energy.

...Excuse me, can Yan Zhuchen still come and have a look?

During the entanglement between the two, Gu Junyi and Chu Wen had already cooperated and led the crowd to quickly eliminate all the poisonous beasts.

But this fell into the trap of the fallen fairy again.

Before the poisonous beast died, its resentment radiated out, and it strengthened the puppet of resentment. It is difficult to kill this thing, and it will pollute and affect people's will, which is extremely troublesome.

The kitten in Mrs. Du's arms turned into a giant beast, bared its teeth and hummed, tightly guarding her and Luo Duchun behind her. Taking this opportunity, Mrs. Du took off the bell around her waist and shook it jingling.

A crisp bell sounded, and the movement of the resentment puppet was slightly sluggish.

Chu Wen shook off the blood on the sword, and frowned.

The bell can only have a temporary effect. If these puppets are chopped and killed, they will split into two, which is even more difficult to deal with. Fortunately, before the sword-questioning meeting, Xie Ming transferred all the mortals on the nearest islands to a new place. On the far island, there are many people here, they are attracted and will not run away for the time being.

Everyone raised their swords and gritted their teeth, wondering if they should strike again.

Someone could not help complaining in a low voice: "Why didn't the Buddha sect come this time, these things are afraid of the Buddha's light."

The Fallen Immortal probably figured this out.

Resentment has a greater impact on the spirit body. Gu Junyi firmly held Lu Tingxue in the sea of ​​consciousness to prevent him from coming out. With a serious face, he tilted his head and asked Chu: "It seems that we can only bring them together and seal them up first." .”

Chu Wen nodded slightly, agreeing to his proposal, and was about to tell everyone, when a brilliant golden Buddha's light suddenly lit up in the sky.

A solemn and grand dharma name came from far to near: "Amitabha."

The resentment puppet that was fixed in place and struggling suddenly screamed and ran around in a hurry, but it couldn't escape the Buddha's light that followed like a shadow, like ice and snow meeting the warm sun, and disappeared in the sky in an instant.

The Buddha's light and Buddha's name came too timely, everyone was overjoyed, and looked up: "Which Buddhist master is it?"

Chu Zhaoliu was in mid-air, and he was the first to see who was coming. He was taken aback for a moment, and then his eyes lit up, full of surprise: "Tan Yuan?!"

It turned out to be Tan Yuan, the Buddhist disciple who voluntarily stayed in the ghost town more than half a year ago!

Compared with Tan Yuan half a year ago, today's Tan Yuan looks a bit more free and easy, as if her two personalities have merged together. If the former Tan Yuan had the appearance of a lotus flower, solemn and compassionate, today's Tan Yuan , it is a bit more human.

He dressed as he wished, and he didn't know where to find the tattered clothes. He smiled at Chu Zhaoliu from a distance: "Benefactor Chu, it seems that the poor monk came in time, but what are you and Benefactor Xie doing?"

Seeing that he was coming, Chu Zhaoliu quickly stopped him: "Don't come! Xie Ming is very dangerous now."

Tan Yuan looked suspiciously at the state of the two tightly embracing each other, fell to the ground, and cupped her hands at Chu Wen and Gu Junyi.

Tan Yuan's image was quite different from before, and everyone was relieved, but they didn't recognize her for a while, and they came over one after another: "Thank you, this eminent monk, for saving me!"

Tan Yuan just smiled casually and didn't say anything.

After the crisis was over, everyone looked at each other again, and their eyes fell on Chu Wen vaguely.

There is a deep blood feud between the human race and the monster race, and everyone hates the monster race, so at first hearing that Chu Wen is half of the blood of the monster race, it is inevitable to be indignant.

But regardless of previous suspicions, they first repelled the mysterious black-robed man, and then came down to deal with the poisonous beast puppet.

No matter how aggressive, it would be too heartless.

However, the impure bloodline of the acting suzerain of one sect is really worrying, especially the Fuyue sect, which is faintly the head of the four major sects.

It is inevitable that someone will be worried.

Gu Junyi sneered, and looked around: "Why, you just finished solving the crisis, and you want to solve my brother again?"

The faces of the crowd were complicated, and some of them had stood on Chu Wen's side before, but their voices were drowned out by the excitement of the crowd, and they cupped their fists at Chu Wen: "We are very clear about Chu Daoyou's character, and I believe in Chu Daoyou."

"That's right, repaying kindness with hatred is in vain."

"Now there is another enemy with formidable strength. Some people don't think about how to solve the crisis, but just stare at Fuyuezong." Mrs. Du picked up the snow-white cat that had turned into a small one again, and said languidly. Lazily said, "Everyone, do you think his heart can be punished?"

Luo Duchun's veil fell off during the battle, and while putting the veil back on, he echoed Master: "That's it."

Wu Kun, the patriarch of the Taiyuan Sect, turned blue and red for a while.

Madam Du's words convinced most of the people, and although they still looked hesitant, they remained silent.

Chu Wen knew very well.

Humans and demons have been at friction for thousands of years, and the hatred has accumulated, so they cannot coexist. His identity as a half-demon has been exposed, and it is impossible to integrate into the world of human monks like before.

As an alien, he had already made up his mind.

He smiled gratefully at Mrs. Du, and then looked at Tan Yuan who came to the rescue: "It turns out to be a disciple of Buddha, thank you for your help. I think the realm of Buddha's disciple has improved again, congratulations."

Tan Yuan waved her hand casually: "I am no longer a Buddhist disciple of the Buddhist sect, you can call me by my common name Yin Heguang or my Dharma name."

One sentence shocked everyone who had just cleared up their complicated moods.

This is Tan Yuan? !

Down there was a scene of war and disorder, people turned their backs on their backs, and the wounded and dead died. It was obvious that this sword-questioning meeting could not go on.

Chu Zhaoliu's words became a prophecy, this is a sword-questioning meeting that will be unforgettable for the younger generation of disciples.

Immediately, some sect families led people away from Lihai, and some stayed behind to rest and recuperate before leaving.

The great elder of Lumingzong was also injured a little bit, so he raised his spirits to clean up the mess, and first took the seriously injured to Yaofeng for treatment.

As for the key to the fairy gate, few people can afford to worry about it.

Chu Zhaoliu didn't want to stay in the air for people to look up at, so he coaxed Xie Ming back to the ground.

Gu Junyi was talking to Chu Wen in a low voice, and when he saw Chu Zhao streaming down his face, he couldn't help but glance at Xie Ming.

Xie Ming still had his arms around Chu Zhaoliu, holding onto him very tightly, like a beast protecting its food.

He couldn't help but said, "Is he crazy, or is he showing his true nature?"

Chu Wen was hit repeatedly, grieved, and depressed. Now that the crisis is over, his heart is heavy with the matter of Fuyue Xianzun. It is rare that he forgot to pay attention to the situation of the younger brother. Something was wrong: "Ah Ming and Junior Brother, this is...?"

Gu Junyi said heavily: "Thank God, senior brother, you have finally come to your senses!"

Chu asked: "..."

After being hit three times in a row in a day, Chu Wen was completely numb.

Xie Ming is indifferent to everything outside.

His eyes are blood red, and the whole world is blurry and red in his eyes, only the person in his arms is another color, like a ray of breeze, smells good and looks good, unlike other people, whose face is so hideous It made him want to draw his sword to erase it.

If it wasn't for the constant reminders in the depths of his consciousness that the person in his arms was seriously injured and he was now enduring the pain, he might not be able to resist swallowing him.

His throat was parched with thirst, and his heart and lungs were burned by the nameless longing. He couldn't help lowering his head, and lightly rubbed Chu Zhaoliu's neck. The meaning is pressed back to the bottom of my heart.

It smells so good.

Xie Ming narrowed his eyes slightly in satisfaction.

Chu Zhaoliu was rubbed against him, feeling like he was leading a big dog, and said helplessly, "Stop talking sarcastic, Yan Zhuchen, come and help me!"

Yan Zhuchen had just come back after rescuing a few seriously injured and dying people. Seeing this battle, he took a step forward hesitantly, and the ground under his feet slammed, and a deep slash was cut by the sword energy coming from nowhere. More than a few feet of seam.

As soon as his neck felt cold, goosebumps suddenly appeared, and he quickly jumped back a few steps: "I dare not come here!"

Except for Chu Zhaoliu, none of them were familiar with Tan Yuan, Chu Wen looked at Tan Yuan hesitantly: "Does Master have any ideas?"

Tan Yuan clasped her palms together: "Try poor monk."

Chu Zhaoliu looked at him expectantly.

To Xie Ming, Tan Yuan recited a heart sutra to calm the mind.

Everyone else present felt the Buddha's radiance, and the depression in their hearts was relieved a lot.

Even Chu Wen's furrowed brows relaxed a little.

Chu Zhaoliu thought to himself, is it all over now?

Turning his head to look, Xie Ming hugged him tightly, still with the expression that whoever dares to approach would die.

Tan Yuan pondered for a while, then took out another Buddha bell, chanting scriptures and uttering mantras while ringing the bell.

Xie Ming glanced at him blankly, as if he felt that it was too noisy, and his eyes showed killing intent.

If Xie Ming really got out of control, no one could stop him at the scene, Chu Zhaoliu quickly grabbed his hand, and said desperately: "Master, can you do it?"

Tan Yuan pondered for a while, then suddenly took out another Buddha mallet, and pushed it towards Chu Zhaoliu's feet from a distance: "Try this."

Realizing that Xie Ming was about to crush the Buddha mallet again, Chu Zhaoliu couldn't bear it anymore, and glared at Xie Ming.

The latter paused for a while, then slowly withdrew his hand, lowered his head and closed his eyes, quiet and obedient.

Chu Zhaoliu hooked his fingers and took the Buddha hammer into his hand: "How do you use this thing?"

Tan Yuan said: "The method of use is very simple, first place the Buddha hammer three feet above Xie Benefactor's head."

"Then?"

"Swing down hard and knock him out."

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

So cruel, are you Tan Yuan or Yin Heguang!

He was holding the Buddha mallet, whether he did it or not, he looked at Xie Ming tangledly: "Xie San, if I hit you, would you fight back?"

Xie Ming still looked at him intently, and squeezed out two words from his throat: "No."

Chu Zhaoliu thought for a while, threw away the drumstick, and spread out his fan, covering their faces and blocking the sight of the few people over there, with a sly smile: "You lied to me, how could I be willing to beat you?"

He suddenly stood on tiptoe, and his soft lips, like fluttering butterflies, lightly landed on Xie Ming's tightly pursed cold lips.

Xie Ming's blood-red pupils shrank slightly.

In the next moment, there was a precise force from the back of the neck, and the world in front of him darkened, and finally Chu Zhaoliu's gentle voice came from next to his ear: "Sleep for a while, when you wake up, I have something to say to you .”

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Xie Ming: Knock once and kiss once?That can be tapped a few more times.