After the defeat of the devil, there is an extra child

"Hide well." Chu Jun manipulated his body and stepped forward to stop Ning Fan. Before leaving, he pointed out a safe place for Jiang Yizheng and Yang Lingzhu to hide.

Jiang Yizheng hid nimbly by dragging Yang Lingzhu, and then found that this place happened to be facing the ice coffin where Yan Jinzhou was.

Swords and swords danced around outside, all kinds of spiritual energy flew together, the ground shook occasionally, and gravel began to fall from the top of the tomb. Jiang Yi was protecting the Yangling Bamboo in his arms, watching the battle outside nervously.

Tai Zun took on the appearance of her father and was fighting that damned Ning Fan.

Zen Master Mingsang was reciting incomprehensible scriptures, and those scriptures seemed to climb onto the ice coffin in a meandering way, and the ice coffin began to vibrate slightly.

Elder Shen Xi of Wushizong led a group of people trying to crack the formation outside the ice coffin.

Two people they didn't know were confronting each other in front of the ice coffin, as if they were about to fight, the one facing her looked a bit scary, and was holding the Suzaku narrow knife in his hand... huh?Suzaku narrow knife! ?

The person holding the knife was ordinary-looking, and he was far from her handsome and handsome father, but just by looking at that person's sinister and arrogant eyes, Jiang Yizheng was sure that this person would rather not do anything.

She was a little confused for a moment, unable to tell who was who, and what the Taizun and her father were going to do, but she kept in mind that the person holding the Suzaku narrow knife was her own father, and she huddled in the corner and watched nervously.

Her father seemed to be very angry, and countless black mist began to fill up behind him, many scarlet eyes were looming inside, and the shrill screams echoed in the tomb, full of gloom.

The person opposite her father seemed to be smiling, and after saying something, her father's face suddenly became very ugly.

Ah, those scriptures spread to her father's feet silently, Shen Xi flew over and stabbed her father's back with a sword——

"Father!" Jiang Yizheng rushed forward.

Ning Buwei turned around suddenly when he heard the voice, Jian and Jiang Yizheng flew in front of him almost at the same time, and a similar image flashed back in his mind in an instant, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He almost used the fastest reaction speed in his life, and pulled Jiang Yizheng over to protect him into his arms. Shen Xi's sword hit him on the shoulder impartially, and he quickly smashed Shen Xi away. By the way, he kicked Yan Jinzhou's ice coffin behind him hard, and then flew with Jiang Yizheng and landed next to the ice coffin.

Jiang Yi was looking at the blood on Ning Buwei's shoulder, his face was pale, his lips were trembling, "Dad...Dad..."

"You don't want to die!" Ning Buwei's face was dark, his eyes were burning, he was obviously furious, and he raised his hand to slap her in the face.

Jiang Yizheng was so frightened that she trembled all over, she even heard the sound of her father's slap, but she didn't wait for the expected pain.

She opened her eyes cautiously, and saw her father's slap stopped in the air, then clenched into a fist, and pointed at her hard.

"Be honest!" Ning Buwei slapped her with a few talismans, and then flew away.

Seeing that the wound on her father's body was still bleeding, Jiang Yi lowered his head in self-reproach and annoyance, and sniffed vigorously.

The entire tomb was in chaos, and she couldn't tell who was fighting with whom. She carefully pressed against the ice coffin. The golden scriptures on the ice coffin faded a lot, but they didn't disappear completely. The ice coffin was still there. The vibration stopped, as if the person lying inside would come out in the next second.

Jiang Yizheng clasped his hands together and murmured in a low voice: "Your old man is my father's master, and I call you master master, master master master, please bless my father with the spirit in heaven to win the fight... It is best if you show your might and directly Throw them all out..."

While Rory was babbling, she nervously watched her father's battle situation in the distance, completely oblivious to the growing number of cracks on the ice coffin beside her.

"Chengfeng, you have grown up a lot." Pei Heguang's eyes fell on Ning Buwei's shoulder wound, and his eyes were a little displeased, "But you can't change the problem of being soft-hearted."

Ning Buwei clenched the Suzaku narrow knife in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "What exactly do you want?"

Pei Heguang smiled slightly, "Since you have read Yan Jinzhou's memory, you should know that I only wanted to do one thing from the beginning to the end."

There was a trace of imperceptible banter in his tone, as if mocking himself, but the look in his eyes was pitiful, making Ning Buwei frowned, but before he could think about it, Pei Heguang's whole body turned into a tiny shimmer of light.

"If you want to know the truth, come home and find me."

The person disappeared, but the familiar voice lingered in Ning Buwei's ears for a long time.

Ning Buwei didn't go after him, many things flashed through his mind for a while, but he hurried past without leaving any impression, he sent a voice transmission to Chu Jun: "Don't chase him, go back and watch Ning Xiu."

Chu Jun heard the strangeness of his voice, but before he could ask carefully, the real body hidden in the crowd disappeared in place.

Almost at the moment when Chu Jun left, there was a sudden loud explosion sound outside, and the entire tomb was shaken violently.

Ning Buwei froze, and called him in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Chu Jun?"

no respond.

He looked at the shell on the opposite side again, only to find that the shell disappeared instantly in place following the explosion.

Ning Buwei's face changed suddenly, he had an intuition that something happened to Feizhou, and he was about to leave when he turned around, but Ning Fan blocked his way.

"Ning Chengfeng, you have worked so hard to lure people out, you are quite capable." Ning Fan stared at him with a fake smile, "It's a pity that you missed your son out of all your calculations. Well, it should have been blown back to its original shape by now, right?"

"It's useless to provoke me." Ning Buwei twitched the corners of his mouth, "Since I already know who he is, it's useless to keep you."

Ning Buwei's eyes dimmed, his pupils suddenly turned scarlet, Suzaku's narrow knife came out, and the long-dormant thousands of formations suddenly appeared, trapping Ning Fan in an airtight manner.

Numerous blood lines spread from the back of Ning Buwei's hand and connected to the formation. He stared at Ning Fan with a mocking tone, "Guess why he didn't take you away too?"

Ning Fan's face changed suddenly, he gritted his teeth and said, "You still want to kill me just because you are at the Golden Core Stage!?"

Ning Buwei sneered: "Jin Danqi is more than enough to kill such bastards like you!"

As soon as the words fell, the blood line suddenly tightened, turning into countless blood arrows and heading straight for Ning Fan.

"Small tricks!" Ning Fan yelled angrily, the two iron hooks in his hand suddenly exploded, and the invisible barrier blocked all the bloody arrows around, "I'm afraid you have forgotten how powerful this hook is!"

Ning Buwei made a formula in his hands, countless formations and those bloody arrows rushed towards Ning Fan from all directions and pressed down heavily, and said coldly: "Of course I remember."

Ning Fan gritted his teeth and insisted on resisting more and more formations, but when countless black mist and looming white bones began to appear under his feet, the panic flashed across his face, "What is this!?"

It is not easy to control hundreds of thousands of formations by yourself, let alone add the Soul Devouring Formation and Hundred Bone Thousand Ghost Formation, you would rather not hear the sound of your own bones creaking under the force of backlash, But the expression on his face didn't change at all, and he could even find time to distract himself. Fortunately, no one came to stop him when Chu Jun was not around.

"Take a good look at what it is." Ning Buwei grinned, and approached Ning Fan step by step, despite the blood color on his body getting thicker and thicker, bones and black mist entangled and tried to pull him down, but he didn't do anything at all. Affected, he didn't stop until he walked in front of Ning Fan.

Countless blood dripped down the back of his hand. He looked down at Ning Fan who was kneeling on the ground under the pressure of thousands of formations, and watched the bones in the black mist tear the flesh from Ning Fan's body. rotten.

"Look at these skeletons, do they look familiar?" He leaned over slightly, with a sinister and distorted smile on his face, "You designed to frame my parents, and joined forces with the Yan family to harm my family of 940 people in Chencheng, and I will put you in peace." All the 'scattered' Ning family in Fan's group were killed."

Ning Fan raised his head in disbelief and stared at him, "Impossible! Impossible! I clearly—"

"You obviously wiped out all the Ning family members of your family in advance, extinguished the genealogy and moved out the soul lamp, so you can't count as the Ning family, right? So it wasn't involved in the extinction of the entire Ning family back then, right?" Ning didn't think so. The smile on the face is getting bigger and bigger.

"But the family crest of the Ning family will not disappear, especially the family crest of your Ning family. I remember it very clearly. Everyone with the surname Ning is dead. How can I make an exception for yours? You haven't appeared for a long time. If you don't come to find them, I will find them for you.

I thought you were dead long ago, so I showed mercy and sent them to see you, but after thinking about it, I couldn't get rid of my anger, so I trapped their corpses and souls in the formation for me to drive, and when I got relieved, I let them The soul flies away and escapes from the sea of ​​bitterness.

It's just that I couldn't use the array at Lun Dao Mountain last time, so I didn't let you have a good meeting. "

"Why are you doing this! How dare you!!!" Ning Fan glared at him angrily, tried his best to break free from the shackles of those formations, and said angrily: "I did everything! You have Come at me!"

Ning Buwei sighed regretfully, clasped Ning Fan's chin with his bloody hand, but his voice was surprisingly calm, "Then what did my parents do wrong? Those innocent people in Chencheng did wrong again What?"

Ning Fan's eyes were cracked, and he saw two lines of blood and tears dripping from the bones screaming and wailing around him, "You let them go, you have tortured them for so many years, you let them go... Tell you!"

Ning Buwei crouched in front of him, "Tell me what?"

"Why did you kill your parents! Why did you destroy Chencheng! Why did the entire Ning family exterminate the clan! Why did you force you to practice the ruthless way! I will tell you everything!" Ning Fan gritted his teeth: "You let them all go!"

"Pretentious." Ning Buwei chuckled softly, "Tell me, these dead people can come back to life?"

"Ning Chengfeng!" Ning Fan roared: "If you don't let them go, I'll let your master Yan Jinzhou's ashes be wiped out! I'll let her soul be scattered forever!"

"You try." The smile on Ning Buwei's face became brighter. He waved his sleeves, and a half-person-high water mirror appeared in front of Ning Fan. There were endless screams and begging for mercy. Eyes wide open.

"For the past 500 years, your disappearance is like death. I thought this day would never happen." Ning Buwei sighed faintly.

Ning Fan stared at the bloody picture in the water mirror in dismay, his lips were trembling, "No...no..."

In the water mirror, the man in black clothes turned his back to him, his crow-feather-like long hair was entangled with the snow-blue headband and was blown up by the wind. As he slipped, the sinister smile flashed across his face, overlapping with Shui Jingbian's expression of reluctance in reality, which made people feel horrified.

"I really want you to observe for ten days and half a month, but unfortunately there is not enough time." Ning Buwei's eyes turned scarlet, "Let's go with your family."

"Ning Chengfeng!" Ning Fan's heartbroken roar echoed in the magic circle, and he wanted to blew himself up directly, but was penetrated by countless blood lines through the big acupoints all over his body, and was firmly nailed to the Seven Kills Soul Devouring Formation.

Ning Buwei had a fishy sweetness welling up in his throat, but was suppressed by him again, the magic formula in his hand was pinched almost out of shadow, and the Suzaku narrow knife that had been used to suppress the battle suddenly fell down.

Together with the thousands of formations in the tomb, the Seven Kills and Soul Devouring Formation pressed Ning Fan, who was on the verge of madness, to the center of the formation. The huge spiritual power of the formation made Ning Fan's body unable to bear it. Amidst the cry, the whole body was crushed to pieces, and in the end, the inner alchemy was directly crushed into powder.

The blood from the exploding corpse splashed Ning Buwei all over his face.

Ning Buwei's eyes were scarlet, he turned around slowly, raised his eyelids and looked at Shen Xi and the others who were frightened, and grinned: "Who wants to come?"

Ming Sang lowered his eyes, raised his hand and made a Buddhist salute to him, "Amitabha, Lord Ning, Linglonggu is related to the safety of the entire Seventeen States, and I hope you return it to the Chongzheng League."

Standing in front of the ice coffin, Ning Buwei, with the black mist billowing behind him and screaming ghosts, said sadly: "When it is in my hands, it is my thing. Come here if you are not afraid of death."

"Amitabha." Ming Sang said slowly, "Master Ning, I have offended you."

-

Feng Zizhang hugged Ning Xiu and Cui Yuanbai and stood on the window next to the flying boat to watch the battle. Then he saw his father's movements slowed down from the original ease, and then his eyes changed, and suddenly there was a scarlet long sword in his hand. The Chiyuan sword in Taizun's hand before.

Before Feng Zizhang was shocked at how his father suddenly became a grand lord, Chu Jun swung the Chiyuan Sword in his hand seemingly lightly, and it pierced Chu Bai's heart with a sword, and then flew towards them.

Feng Zizhang hurriedly covered Ning Xiu's eyes.

"Ah~" Ning Xiu shouted out of nowhere.

I want to see Niangqin's beautiful sword~

Chu Jun's real body appeared in front of them in an instant, and he raised his hand to catch the flying Chiyuan sword, and the two bodies flew up to protect the children firmly behind them.

Bang!

The deafening explosion sounded instantly, and the entire flying boat was turned into dust. In the dust and rocks flying, Chu Jun held the Chiyuan sword to block the child and the body behind him, and looked at the people not far away expressionlessly.

"You still have a back hand." Pei Heguang raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then smiled with a clear understanding: "Although the transformation technique is very good, there are only a handful of monks from the seventeen states who can control the body clone, right? Jing and Taizun."

Chu Jun glanced at him indifferently, and then withdrew the shapeshifting technique.

"Tai Zun insists on staying by Chengfeng's side because of the coincidence that Linglong's bone turned into a child—" Pei Heguang smiled slightly, "or is it because he wants to use Chengfeng to solve the last calamity of his life?"

Chu Jun's eyes darkened slightly.

Pei Heguang sighed: "I wanted to solve you in advance for him, but God's will is so. Although our family Chengfeng is soft-hearted and easy to deceive, but has a strong temper, I only hope that the grand lord will take care of himself."

After finishing speaking, Pei Heguang chuckled and disappeared in place.

The gray stones flying all over the sky finally fell heavily to the ground.

"Ayi~liang~" Ning Xiu looked at Chu Jun's back and stretched out his hand to him.

mother~hug~

After a while, Chu Jun put away the Chiyuan Sword in his hand, turned around and hugged Ning Xiu into his arms.

The little soft ball nestled in his arms obediently, with joy in the clear eyes, and a little dazed because he didn't speak, "Huh?"

What's the matter, mother?

"It's okay." Chu Jun patted him on the back reassuringly, hiding all his emotions in his eyes.

"Tai Zun, are you okay?" Feng Zizhang looked at Chu Jun with some concern.

Chu Jun shook his head, and put back the two bloody bodies.

He could dodge Pei Heguang's blow just now, but Ning Xiu and the others couldn't dodge it. In desperation, he could only resist with his body. Although he withdrew his soul in time, the two bodies might be useless.

Chu Jun didn't feel very distressed, the skeleton and flesh and blood were still there, but it would be a little troublesome to repair.

Cui Yuanbai tugged at his sleeve, raised his face and asked him, "Father, where is Daddy?"

Chu Jun looked up at the crumbling mansion in the distance, "Let's go find him."

-

No matter how you say it, Ning Fan is still a Hinayana monk. If it weren’t for the blessing of nearly a thousand formations and the Seven Killing Soul Devouring Formation that had been set up in the tomb, Ning Buwei would not be able to leapfrog in any case. kill him.

But even if Ning Fan was successfully killed, Ning Buwei would still be backlashed by forcefully mobilizing so many formations, and against Ming Sang, the No.1 combination, the winning rate is not high.

Not to mention there are nearly a hundred monks from the Chongzheng League.

Ning Buwei doesn't like the way of dying together, probably because he left some shadows when he was a child, running is a good choice, but now he has no spiritual power left, and he has to bring Jiang Yizheng and Yanglingzhu, why? Running is a problem.

When Ming Sang's Buddha Seal came over, Ning Buwei squinted his eyes, ready to use the Seven Kills Soul Devouring Formation forcefully again, but unexpectedly, a circle of soft spiritual power enveloped his whole body, followed by a complicated and fierce The formation blocked the Buddha seal in front of him.

"Monk, you are finally here." Yan Jinzhou's voice came from all directions, but it was illusory and unreliable, and there was always an illusion of unreality.

Ming Sang's calm expression froze, he looked at the woman lying quietly in the ice coffin not far away, and tightly grasped the Buddhist beads in his hand.

"Although I don't know how many years after my death you came here, but I guess at least 300 years away, tsk." Yan Jinzhou's voice sounded dissatisfied, but he smiled a little, as if he was very happy, "But you can I will be happy to come.”

Ming Sang slowly retracted his gaze and lowered his eyes.

"Whether it's because of the Linglong Bone or the Suzaku Knife or something else, I guess it's most likely because of that broken bone—that forced my apprentice into my tomb," Yan Jinzhou said lazily, "Oh...although He is a donkey and stubborn and not very obedient, I will quarrel with me when I am about to die, but a child is very painful, it is not appropriate to beat my precious apprentice, monk, in front of me, right?"

Ning Buwei twitched the corner of his mouth.

Ming Sang was silent.

"If you don't speak, I will take it as your acquiescence." Yan Jinzhou's voice was very cheerful, "Don't bully the children in my territory, and you can fight as you like when you go out."

"Actually, I have a lot of things I want to tell you before I die," Yan Jinzhou sighed, and said quietly: "Isn't it that I can't wait for you, and I really don't have that much obsession with dying, so I can only hate you." Finally—tsk, die forever? Return to the west? Hey, how do you put it so strangely? Anyway, he is dead, very dead.

I originally wanted to give birth to a little monk with you for fun..."

"I'd rather not do it." Yan Jinzhou cleared his throat, as if a little embarrassed.

Ning Buwei felt that the spiritual power surrounding him hit his ribs hard, the force was so strong that he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Give it to him." Yan Jinzhou's voice suddenly became softer.

Ning Buwei was stunned for a moment before he could react, the spiritual power wrapped in him patted his head hatefully, and said in a low voice: "Pearl! The pink one! Hurry up! If you dare to lose my old lady Climb up from the ground and stand by your bed every day!"

Ning Buwei twitched his eyelids, took out a pink bead from the ring, threw it to Ming Sang from a distance, and said with a dark face, "My master specially left it for you."

Ming Sang spread his hands, and the pink bead landed on his palm and rolled twice.

"Ahem, find a place where no one is watching." Yan Jinzhou probably wanted to be shy, but failed, her tone sounded more like a threat.

"No matter how many people come here to bully my apprentice, take them away quickly, monk, or I will break up with you!" Yan Jinzhou's voice paused, and there was a hint of disappointment in his tone, "Oh, I almost forgot, I'm already dead I have been with you for hundreds of years, and there is no way to break up with you."

Mingsang's hand holding the beads trembled slightly.

"Let's go, monk, I just left a little bit of spiritual consciousness here, and it will disappear after I finish speaking." Yan Jinzhou seemed to laugh, but also seemed to sigh, "Ming Sang, forget me, I won't be here anymore. Don't come, I wish you an early ascension."

The voice fell, and the entire tomb was silent.

After a while, Ming Sang raised his hands and closed his eyes, and performed a Buddhist salute to the woman in the ice coffin.

"Also, you are not allowed to recite your Buddha's name in the old lady's tomb!" Yan Jinzhou's voice suddenly sounded.

Ming Sang opened his eyes to look at Yan Jinzhou in the ice coffin, and after a long time, turned and left.

Zen Master Ming Sang, who had the highest cultivation level, left. Seeing this, Shen Xi gave Ning Buwei a vigilant look, and said to the people behind him, "Let's go."

Everyone left the messy tomb in a mighty manner.

Ning Buwei felt that the spiritual power surrounding him hadn't disappeared, as expected, after a while, that layer of spiritual power quietly poked his arm, "Apprentice, is the monk gone?"

"Let's go." Ning Buwei nodded subconsciously, but suddenly realized that Yan Jinzhou would never know, so he pursed his lips unconsciously.

"Hey, I don't know if you answered." Yan Jinzhou sounded a little disappointed, and then said fiercely: "You worthless, you were chased into my old lady's lair! If I hadn't had the foresight to stay One shot, and you're finished! I have to worry about you even when I'm dead, I really owe you the Ning family in my previous life."

Ning Buwei smiled, "Thank you, Master."

"Hey, I," Yan Jinzhou cleared his throat again, "Actually, I sent you away on purpose before I died. At that time, Ming Sang was in the dark area. Even if you had eight legs, you wouldn't be able to rush over and tie him back. I It's just... I just don't want you to watch me die with your own eyes, how sad it is-although I think you must be very sad when I die, if you are not sad, I will climb up from the ground and stand by your bedside.

I thought I would just live my whole life alone as a casual cultivator, but I didn’t expect to have an apprentice. Although I scolded Ning Xingyuan every day, I was actually quite grateful to him. At least if I died, I wouldn’t expose my corpse Collect the body...

I don’t want to say anything, I thought I had to leave something for you, but it’s disgusting to say it, you’re not a monk—”

Yan Jinzhou was silent for a moment, suppressed the banter and laughter in his voice, and said to Ning Buwei seriously and solemnly: "Chengfeng, I'll be alone in the future, okay, if you have the ability, you can fly up to give the master a good face. If you don’t have the ability, live well, if you die, don’t be afraid, the master will protect you when you get down there.”

Ning Buwei lowered his head and laughed, "...that's really long-winded."

The spiritual power surrounding him seemed to be reluctant to let go, and it seemed to hug him lightly and gracefully, and then slowly dissipated.

The entire tomb was finally completely quiet.

Chapter Between: Linglong