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After the spiritual sense scale armor appeared, Ying Wuchou drove Wei Shengyin and Ying Huansheng, who had turned into black mist, out of the Moyuan.

No one knows what happened in the Demon Abyss that day.

Wei Shengyin, who was waiting outside the Moyuan, only knew that Ying Wuchou used the concealment formation to seal the Moyuan, and no one left for a whole year.

And this year, the Mahayana practitioners in the comprehension world have more or less felt it.

They all felt that the Demon Abyss seemed less dangerous, and the entrance to the Demon Realm was completely blocked by something.

When Wei Shengyin was guarding outside the Demon Abyss, many hidden powers came outside the Demon Abyss, and everyone sat cross-legged without disturbing each other, as if they were waiting for something.

A year later, the concealment formation was opened, and everyone stood up one after another.

Elder Wufeng of the Mahayana period was the first to speak: "The entrance to another world at the bottom of the Demon Abyss has really disappeared."

The elder who had a good relationship with Ying Wuchou looked at Wei Shengyin: "Ying Wuchou's move is really to cultivate the merits of all ages, but will he himself..."

"No." Wei Shengyin firmly shook his head.

Cen Shuangluo's life expectancy is only 32 years, with Tengjiao's life expectancy, at least he can live for thousands of years, Ying Wuchou is reluctant to die.

Everyone stared at the bottom of the abyss, and cast spells to investigate the situation in the abyss, looking for any living people below.

Elder Wufeng heaved a sigh of relief when he got Wei Shengyin's answer, and he stood on the edge of the cliff with some good orthodox masters, ready to go up to thank Ying Wuchou as soon as Ying Wuchou came up.

Ying Wuchou's sealing of the Demon Realm this time is of great significance to the cultivation world. Those cultivators who have seen the way of heaven cannot let Ying Wuchou pay alone.

Completing the Dao of Heaven is a major event for cultivators, which means that all cultivators in Kyushu owe Ying Wuchou more or less a share of karma, which needs to be repaid.This cause and effect cannot be settled by giving Ying Wuchou some natural and earthly treasures as gifts. Elder Wufeng has made up his mind that if Ying Wuchou and his disciples need help in the future, as long as it is not harmful to nature, their sect will give their all. Helpful.

If Ying Wushou is seriously injured or loses his skills due to complementing the way of heaven, they will definitely try their best to help Ying Wushou recover.

After Ying Wuchou flew up from Moyuan, they had to go forward to express these intentions immediately.

While Elder Wufeng and the others were thinking about it, a chilling coercion came from the bottom of the Demon Abyss.

This coercion is not malicious, but simply does not restrain the breath, and the breath alone makes the skill of the presence slightly lower, only the people in the early stage of Mahayana are terrified.

What is even more puzzling is that this power is not without worries.

"Are there any other masters here?" Elder Wufeng asked.

Wei Shengyin nodded.

When everyone was thinking about when such a master would appear in the cultivation world, a silver light shone from the bottom of the Moyuan.

Before everyone could see what the silver light was, a thousand-meter-long silver dragon flew out from the bottom of the abyss, hovering in the air, scrutinizing everyone with a pair of silver eyes without emotion.

And on Yinlong's back, there was a person sitting leisurely.

The cultivator had excellent eyesight, even though Yinlong was some distance away from them, everyone could still see clearly that the person on Yinlong's back was Ying Wushou.

I saw that Fuchen Sanren was thin and pale, he looked injured, he seemed to be exhausted, and his clothes were messy.

Only the breath is still stable, and it should not be too seriously injured.

A Mahayana cultivator who practiced the art of harvesting and nourishing moved his nose, let out a "huh", and couldn't help saying: "The aura on Fuchen Sanren's body doesn't seem to be exhausted and weak, but rather like Yuanyang. Exhausted and weak, it seems to have been harvested."

Everyone at the scene fell silent.

"Where did this silver dragon come from? Why, why is the power on him so similar to the seal at the bottom of the Demon Abyss?" said another Mahayana practitioner who is good at formation seals.

Everyone continued to be silent, very depressively silent.

They were still guessing the reason. At this time, the silver dragon raised its head to the sky and roared loudly. Countless beams of silver light were released from the two horns of the silver dragon, falling on everyone present.

Everyone stretched out their hands to catch it, and saw that it was a silver scale-like sound transmission talisman.

They crushed the talisman, and Ying Wushou's suppressed, forbeared, and suppressed voice came out: "Ying Wushou, who caresses the dust, and Tenglong Cen Shuangluo, under the witness of the way of heaven, form a Taoist couple, set a soul contract, live forever, and live forever." Forever."

After the sound transmission talisman was crushed, a silver sparkle flew into the cloud and exploded in the air, releasing colorful fireworks.

For a moment, there were fireworks all around Yinlong, as if celebrating his and Ying Wushou's formation as Taoist couple.

After a while, when the fireworks cleared, Yinlong nodded to the practitioners on the cliff who he didn't know at all, and flew away with Ying Wuchou, who was very weak.

The cultivator with particularly good eyesight also saw a very long silver belt around Ying Wuchou's waist. The belt was wrapped around the silver dragon's body, and the end was tied around Ying Wuchou's slender waist.

It looked like Ying Wushou was tied to Yinlong's back.

A group of people looked at each other in blank dismay, and went down into the abyss together, and saw that the bottom of the abyss was empty, even those weird mushrooms were gone.

Some cultivators used their supernatural powers to investigate, and finally saw the seal of the demon world in a void space.

He described: "The entrance to the Demon Realm is blocked by a huge scale, which fits perfectly, so there must be no more problems."

The cultivators became even more silent.

An idea emerged in their hearts at the same time.

Fuchen Sanren Ying Wushou, in order to fill the gap in the world, willingly sacrificed himself to a mysterious dragon with mysterious power, and with the help of the dragon, he finally succeeded in sealing the entrance to the demon world.

And Ying Wuchou also had to bear the possession of the dragon clan, seeing how weak he was just now, how he was restrained by the silver dragon, he didn't know how he would be treated in the future.

This……

Fuchen Sanren really made a huge sacrifice for the common people of the world.

Elder Wufeng twitched a few times, not knowing what to say.

Ying Wuchou and Yinlong have already formed a soul bond, and they are still witnesses of the Dao of Heaven. Under such an oath, they will live and die together, and whoever dies will be followed by the other, and this soul bond cannot be broken.

They had no way to rescue Ying Wuchou from the silver dragon's grasp.

Everyone can't say anything, they can only make a decision in their hearts, and they will secretly help Ying Wuchou and his teacher in the future, and there is no doubt that they can help!

As these people returned to the sect, the heroic deeds of Fuchen Sanren entrusting the ancient dragon for world stability spread throughout the cultivation world.

At this time, Cen Shuangluo blamed Ying Wushou: "Originally, we completed the seal in three days, but you immediately double-cultivated with me, and it took another year to leave, surrounded by so many people."

After a whole year of double cultivation, Ying Wuchou was a little powerless, lying on Cen Shuangluo's back and said weakly, "I didn't mean to use the method of double cultivation to teach you all the ancient heart methods quickly, so that even if it is the way of heaven, you will not be able to do so." There is no way to separate us."

The jade slips tirelessly popped up words.

【Ying Wuchou actually wants to double cultivate in Moyuan. He hopes to practice with Cen Shuangluo in every special place in the cultivation world. Ying Wuchou is just a change...】

Ying Wuchou held down the jade slip, held it and said, "It's been so many times, why do you always have a bad memory, can't learn how to deal with things smoothly, and you must tell the truth?"

The jade slip is helpless, it is the incarnation of the rules, restricted by the rules, some words must be said, this is the iron law!

"I wouldn't have kept you if I hadn't kept you to write a biography and tell our story forever." Ying Wuchou said.

Cen Shuangluo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You'd better practice breathing adjustment as soon as possible. Next, we need to look for olfactory scales and smell scales."

Mentioning these two pieces of scale armor, Ying Wuchou's eyes lit up, these two pieces of scale armor can be used for so many things, for a moment his mind was full of indescribable contents.

At this time, Cen Shuangluo said: "Since I have double cultivation with you and shared the way of heaven, I naturally have the same number of scales as you. The spiritual sense scales have already gone to repair the seal, and there are six pieces left. I only have one piece of hearing-sense scales." Scale armor, after finding the remaining two pieces, let me absorb them."

Ying Wuchou's expression froze immediately, but she could only nod her head and said, "That's natural, what's frosted is mine."

When he said this, he still pinched the jade slip firmly to prevent it from writing something it should not write.

Cen Shuangluo smiled slightly, and flew into the clouds with Ying Wushou, and flew leisurely to the place where Ying Wushou hid the smell scales.

From time to time, there was a cry of "Yo Yo" in the clouds, like the sound of a deer, echoing in the air for a long time.

A hundred years later.

The enthronement ceremony of the leader of Qingtian Sword Sect.

The Qingtian Sword Sect is a great sect in the cultivation world. It is a big event for the old head to be promoted and the new head to be enthroned. Naturally, it is necessary to invite fellow practitioners. As long as there is no retreat, most practitioners will bring their disciples to congratulate.

The elders of the deacon hall are instructing the disciples who welcome guests in front of the door: "For this grand ceremony, Elder Qingyu's master, Fuchen Sanren, will also come with his Taoist companions. Remember, don't show sympathy for Fuchen Sanren. Respect him, especially don't say things like you've lost weight, lost weight, or looked weak, understand?"

Xiaojia, the disciple who welcomed guests, asked: "Fuchen Sanren? Is that the one who sacrificed himself to the ancient dragon in exchange for the great meritorious person?"

"Why did you say that?" The elder of the deacon hall knocked the disciple on the head, "Everyone in the cultivation world knows about this, but you must not say it in front of Fuchen Sanren! Hey, Fuchen It's been a hundred years since I don't know how to commit myself to the domineering and greedy Dragon Clan with the appearance of a Sanren Xianren... Hey!"

The head deacon really couldn't go on talking, so he shook his head and ordered other things.

Xiaojia felt a little sympathy for Fuchen Sanren, and thought that when he saw Fuchen Sanren later, he must be careful when speaking.

At this moment, two extremely handsome men came to Qingtian Sword Sect.

The first person was quite tall, but he was born extremely thin, with a supple and thin waist.He has a handsome appearance, his skin is a little pale, but fortunately, he is wearing a red dress, which makes his complexion much more beautiful.Xiao Jia recognized that this person was Fuchen Sanren Ying Wushou.

In other words, the other person is the ancient dragon. According to legend, he is domineering, greedy, and has a distorted personality.Xiao Jia quietly looked at the man.

At this glance, Xiao Jia was stunned.

That ancient giant dragon was dressed in silver scale armor, with silver hair bundled up high, he looked like a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old, with a pair of mysterious and beautiful silver eyes, he was actually an incomparably handsome cultivator.

The two did not enter immediately, but stood on the steps in front of the door and chatted.

Ying Wushou pointed to the bushes beside the steps and said, "That's where you took me away."

The ancient dragon blushed slightly, and said in a low voice, "It's been a hundred years, why are you still talking about this?"

"This matter is the most precious memory in my heart, how can I not mention it, you took me at that time..." Ying Wuchou whispered something in the ear of the ancient dragon.

Xiao Jia saw that the ancient dragon looked angry, but also seemed not angry.

Xiao Jia vaguely felt that these two people looked like a pair of lovers, and Fuchen Sanren seemed not as miserable and unwilling as in the legend.

"Master, you are here." A black-clothed swordsman passed Xiaojia and appeared beside them.

This person was the elder Luo Qingyu who had bred thousands of sword spirits in the past hundred years and liberated the sword spirits of the entire Sword Tomb. I don't know if he was cut off by too much sword energy, and Luo Qingyu became much calmer.

Behind him is Xuanyuanze, who is now in power in Mengjing City. Ten years ago, except for some marginalized clansmen and ignorant children, the rest of the Xuanyuan clan disappeared.The person in charge of Mengjingcheng was completely replaced by the national teacher Xuanyuanze. Xuanyuanze made a heavy oath that after the power of Mengjingcheng stabilized, the next person in power would select the best abdication from ordinary people. In the future, cultivators are not allowed to be in charge of Mengjingcheng , Those who are not allowed to establish imperial power.

The elders of Shimen said that Xuanyuanze's move will change the structure of the cultivation world. I don't know what changes it will bring in the future, but the overall direction seems to be good.

Seeing Master's clothes, Xuanyuan Ze frowned slightly, and asked in puzzlement, "Master, why are you wearing red clothes?"

Ying Wushou preferred white clothes and rarely wore other colors, but after he and Cen Shuangluo became Taoist couples, he wore red clothes day and night. He still looked so refined, just adding a touch of glamour.

Ying Wuchou took it for granted, "Shuangluo and I have just become Taoist couples, so we naturally have to follow the common rules and wear red clothes to celebrate."

When Cen Shuangluo heard this, he raised his forehead to avert his gaze, and Ying Wuchou didn't look at it.

Luo Qingyu said: "...Master, you have formed a bond for a hundred years, and the fourth junior brother has unified the Wuwang Sea during these hundred years, and all Wuwang sea monsters have been literate with the help of the sixth junior brother. ..."

Why did you just conclude the contract?

Ying Wushou said with a straight face: "Cultivation has no time, a mere hundred years is just a moment, and it seems like yesterday to the teacher. You care about time so much, you are not enough to cultivate your mind, you have to step up your cultivation when you go back."

After speaking, he held Cen Shuangluo's hand, and the two walked into Qingtian Sword Sect.

When meeting other cultivators on the road, Ying Wuchou saluted and chatted very politely, and did not forget to introduce the person beside him as his Taoist companion, Cen Shuangluo.

Xiao Jia looked at Ying Wuchou from a distance, scratching her head in doubt.

Isn't it something that everyone in the cultivation world knows that Fuchen Sanren was plundered by the ancient dragon?Isn't it something that everyone avoids talking about?Why is Fuchen Sanren so active on the contrary, introducing his Taoist companion to everyone, even though everyone knew that his Taoist companion was Cen Shuangluo a hundred years ago?

Xiao Jia couldn't figure it out, and soon other guests came, and he forgot about it.

When the ceremony started, Xiaojia stood in the corner, waiting to deal with some small requests from the guests.

At this time, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of something shining green under his feet. Xiao Jia picked it up curiously, and found that it was actually a jade slip.

When encountering people, the jade slips released miserable green handwriting.

[This is the ninth grand ceremony of the cultivation world that Ying Wuchou brought Cen Shuangluo to. To those familiar guests, he introduced his "newly married" Taoist companion Cen Shuangluo for the ninth time. How many years will it last, and when will Ying Wushou's "new marriage" end.Of course, it may never end, after all, Ying Wuchou is a change...]

"?" Xiaojia looked at the jade slip.

At this time, a beautiful hand pressed the jade slip, and said to Xiaojia: "Sorry, this is my jade slip, thank you for helping me retrieve it."

Xiaojia looked up and saw that it was Fuchen Sanren.

He is busy saluting.

Fuchen Sanren had a good temper like a legend, after thanking him, he picked up the jade slip and returned to his seat, and sat with his Taoist companion, Cen Shuangluo, looking very friendly.

Xiaojia thinks that sometimes the rumors in the cultivation world are really unbelievable. Fuchen Sanren and his Taoist partner are clearly in a good relationship.

Later, Xiaojia became the elder of the Qingtian Sword Sect, and he recorded this impressive event and left it to future generations to justify the names of these two people.

I don't know how many years later, his notes and a piece of jade slips were found by archaeologists of later generations, and restored a period of unrequited love that was not tolerated by the world.

In this story, the cold and righteous master fell in love with the ancient overbearing dragon, and was raped by him. The story of marriage first and then love, was adapted into several film and television versions by later generations, and it was passed down like this.

Eternal.

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