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

In the distance, there are rolling hills, misty sea of ​​clouds, rolling and galloping clouds, cranes flying through the clouds, clear and clear cries from far to near, nearby blue waves, spring water, rare and exotic animals chasing and fighting in twos and threes Or lie quietly on the ground, just like the scenery of a paradise, as far as the eye can see, it is so beautiful.

Thousands of monks were randomly thrown on the ground. After a cry of cranes resounded through the sky, people woke up one after another, all shocked by the beautiful scenery in front of them.

"W-Where is this?" Someone just woke up under the towering ancient tree, looked up at the towering ancient tree and said in shock: "It's a redwood! It's a redwood that has long been extinct in the Seventeen States!"

The existing mahogany trees in Seventeen Prefectures are all relics from the past, and a piece of mahogany as big as a palm would cause bloody storms, let alone such a towering giant tree!

The cultivator's yell attracted the attention of many people, and even if someone wanted to get it in the bag, before they could do it, they heard someone shouting again: "It's a nine-tailed fox! A heavenly spirit beast!"

Beside the clear spring, a spirit fox as tall as a person was lazily lying on the grass. Its hair was white and flawless, its nine big soft and fluffy tails were dangling, and a pair of beautiful fox eyes shone brightly. A charming crimson color, attracting people's hearts.

"Catch it!" When someone pulled out the trap, the moment he started, the whole person exploded and died, turning into a ball of blood, which fell into the grass in a drip.

The spirit fox licked his paws nonchalantly, stared lazily at the many monks, yawned and continued to sleep on his stomach.

Like not afraid of them at all.

Thousands of monks were suddenly gathered in this fairyland full of rare treasures. Naturally, some people were greedy, but without exception, as long as they used their spiritual power, they would die suddenly.

"You can't use spiritual power here!" A woman shouted loudly: "Stop!"

That woman is Mei Luoxue, the main hall master of the Four Seasons Hall. She has a beautiful appearance and a plump body, with the majesty and oppression of a superior in the corners of her eyebrows and eyes. A dozen or so Four Seasons Hall monks in pale yellow robes are loyally guarding her side. Xinggongyue is full of momentum.

"Hall Master Mei is right, everyone put away the magic tools and treasures quickly, and don't touch those spirit beasts and spirit trees lightly!" A monk wearing a monk's robe and holding a Zen stick also shouted, although he did not use his spiritual power, he did It can still be heard clearly by monks with a radius of several miles.

"It's Zen Master Baiyu of Ji Ting Sect!" Someone recognized him, "Chan Master Baiyu was also trapped in Linjiang City!"

Bai Yu is a monk who has entered the top [-] list of celestial secrets. He studied under Zen Master Ming Sang, the top one on the list of celestial secrets, and is one of Ming Sang's three direct disciples. When he opened his mouth, everyone around him fell silent.

"Chan Master Baiyu, do you know where this is?" a handsome young man in red asked him with a smile.

Bai Yu shook his head, "The poor monk doesn't know either."

"It's Qingyan from the Hehuan Sect!" Someone exclaimed, "Three of the top [-] people in the Tianji list are all in Linjiang City?"

"Have you forgotten Venerable Dulu?" Someone said: "Speaking of which, why has Venerable Dulu never shown up? We came to Jiangcheng to participate in the Linjiang meeting, but we suffered such an indiscriminate disaster. As the lord of the city, could it be that Shouldn't you come out and give us an explanation?"

"That's right! Hall Master Mei, where is Master Ling?" Someone who was bold enough asked directly.

Mei Luoxue's face was very ugly, but she still calmed down and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, please be safe and don't be impatient. The most urgent thing is to get out of this weird place first. Afterwards, my master will definitely give everyone an explanation!"

The world of comprehension has always respected the strong. With Mei Luoxue, Zen Master Baiyu and Qingyan here, the anxious hearts were barely calmed down. Thousands of monks from all sects and sects gathered in one place, or The casual cultivators of the close sect also simply got together to find their respective leaders and go to Mei Luoxue Baiyu to discuss a solution together.

Chu Xin was the only one left in the Wushi Sect, he didn't dare to stand out rashly, he even hid his sect's jade plaque, and squatted with Feng Zizhang Jiang Yizheng at a place not far from Ning Buwei watching those big guy.

Ning Buwei just woke up and was fiddling with the two broken blades in his hand. He didn't know what to draw on the ground, and his movements were very casual. Now he just finished the last stroke, squinting his eyes and looking at the falling balls. place, bowed his head and added a few strokes.

"Qing Yan is only [-] this year and has entered the top [-] in the list of secrets." Chu Xin said enviously: "It is said that he has the body of a heavenly spirit, and he is cultivating every time he breathes and breathes. Now he is an elder of the Hehuan Sect."

"I didn't build my foundation when I was 21 years old." Feng Zizhang said in shame, "No wonder my master often calls me a waste."

"He's so handsome." Jiang Yizheng's focus was obviously a bit off, "He's just worse than our father."

Feng Zizhang looked at Ning Buwei, that Qingyan was really a rare handsome man in the Seventeen States, and Ning Buwei had a stinking face all day long, and when he was not smiling, he seemed to kill people at any time, he felt that Jiang Yi was This statement is biased, but dare not refute.

He was afraid that his father would not recognize him, so he would cut him off if he didn't.

Ning Buwei was solemnly taking out a small bag of rice porridge from the Najie right now, worrying about how to feed it to Ning Xiu.

Ning Xiu was obviously hungry, humming and chewing on his fingers, but he had no teeth in his mouth, and looked at his father impatiently and aggrievedly, "Ah~"

hungry~

"Ah~ah~"

daddy~fanfan~

Jiang Yizheng, as a good girl who recognized her father by herself, walked up cheekily, called her father when she didn't dare to come up, took out a pot from her pocket, and said respectfully: "Senior, I have a pot here, it's very clean, it's just right I can cook rice porridge for my younger brother."

"Senior, the branch I just picked up can be used to make a fire." Feng Zizhang held a pile of firewood he picked up from nowhere and put it on the bottom of the pot that Jiang Yizheng had set up.

"Senior, I've tasted this spring water, it's very sweet, and it's okay." Chu credited the spring water in a bamboo tube and poured it into the pot, "It's just right for cooking rice paste."

Ning Buwei: "..."

It seems that there is no way to refuse.

He didn't have the good habit of carrying the pot with him in the ring.

Jiang Yizheng even took out a few sweet potatoes from the ring, and said enthusiastically: "This fire is just right for roasting sweet potatoes."

Ning Buwei sat on the ground and picked up a dog's tail grass for Ning Xiu to make a little grasshopper to play with. The other three really roasted sweet potatoes around the fire, and he didn't bother to care about it.

In this fairyland-like beauty, when everyone gathered anxiously to discuss how to escape, the smell of sweet rice paste and roasted sweet potatoes permeated unexpectedly, which was incompatible with the tense atmosphere and the beautiful scenery.

Even Mei Luoxue, Baiyu and Qing Yan looked towards them.

There was a brightly polished iron pot on the fire, sweet rice paste in the pot, and a few sweet potatoes buried in the dying fire, and four people sat around the out of place iron pot. a monk.

A handsome cripple holding a doll in his arms.

A woman with extremely poor qualifications and a heroic appearance.

A young man with sword eyebrows and star eyes but looks stupid.

There was also a boy with a baby face full of sorrow.

And except for that cripple, the other three are all disheveled and bloody. It's miserable to watch. When these people gather together, there is no one who can beat them.

But the problem is that everyone here is racking their brains to come up with ideas. These few baked sweet potatoes, which look like outings in the countryside, are comfortable and wanton. No matter how you look at it, it makes people uncomfortable.

Ning Buwei always ignored the gazes of others, filled half a bowl of rice porridge from the pot, and took out a small porcelain spoon from the ring. The fat dog, with its ears hanging down, stuck out its tongue at Ning Buwei.

Probably some kind of talisman was drawn on it, the puppy's eyes could blink, and its tail flicked back and forth, like a living thing.

Ning Xiu stared at the little spoon for a while, imitating the little fat dog, squinting his eyes and sticking out his tongue at his father.

"You're so stupid." Ning Buwei disliked his son very much, and he also disliked the little spoon prepared by the waiter in the store, but he still took the puppy spoon to scoop up a spoonful of rice paste and put it in his mouth to taste it, to make sure it was okay. I only fed it to Ning Xiu when there was a problem.

Jiang Yi was pulling the sweet potato out of the ashes with a sword. Feng Zizhang reached out to take it and was burned. Skin.

If his own father and master saw that he was peeling sweet potatoes with Wushi sword technique which is famous far and wide in Wushi sect, they would probably be so angry that they would execute him on the spot.

Jiang Yizheng picked the biggest piece of sweet potato and respectfully placed it on the grass in front of Ning Buwei.

"Senior, you eat."

That respectful attitude is like offering sacrifices to the ancestors.

Feng Zizhang was still hugging his scalded hands, gasping for air in pain.

Chu Xin gnawed at the sweet potato, looked eagerly at the rice porridge in the pot, and asked Ning Buwei, "Senior, can I have a bite?"

Ning Bu touched his hands with the rice paste spit out by Ning Xiu, and said impatiently, "Whatever you want."

So Chu Xin happily asked Jiang Yizheng for a spoon.

Jiang Yizheng even gave him an extra bowl.

If Chu Xin was greedy, then Feng Zizhang had just started bigu and hadn't changed his habit, so he asked Jiang Yi for a bowl with the cheek. Is the bowl ready?"

Ning Buwei wiped Ning Xiu's mouth with a handkerchief, and was too closed to speak.

The three of them surrounded the pot with bowls, divided the remaining rice paste in the pot, and ate very satisfied with the sweet potatoes.

Many onlookers looked at Ning Buwei from indignation at the beginning to sympathy.

No wonder he would do such an outrageous act. It's not easy for a useless person to bring three idiots and a milk doll.

But why do they seem to eat so deliciously! ?

"This fellow Taoist." Just when everyone stopped watching the excitement, a middle-aged man with half-white beard and hair came up, and Chong Ningbuwei cupped his hands and said: "In the lower Changsheng Valley Lunan, there is a saying that I don't know. Whether to speak properly or not."

Ning Buwei gave him a cold look.

The smile on the face of the monk who claimed to be Lu Nan did not change, "I think fellow Taoist is very similar to my old friend, but my old friend died early... You and I are destined, so I will help the child in my arms A trigram."

Lu Nan let out a long sigh, looked at Ning Xiu in his arms, and said, "This son was born against the sky, and he has seven or fourty-nine lives to pass since birth, even if he survives, he is also a lone star of the gods. Kemu, fellow daoist, you--"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by an angry voice.

"Why haven't I heard of the Valley of Longevity!" Chu Xin said angrily, "You are obviously talking nonsense!"

"Although I don't practice deeply, I only have a lot of research on hexagrams, and I can't judge any hexagrams." Lu Nanchong said with a smile: "It's hard to find one of these fates in a hundred years. I figured out the last one. It is better not to do it for the father to overcome the fate of the mother's lonely star."

Someone had been secretly observing the movement here, and when Lu Nan said the three words "I would rather not do it", the originally noisy environment suddenly fell silent.

Even Chu Xin was choked.

Who is Ning Buwei?

Both parents died at the age of six, and he was the only one left in the side branch of the Ning family where he lived. Afterwards, he was taken to the head of the Ning family. But even the heavenly geniuses like Ning Xingyuan fell early.

Back then, the huge Ning family was entrenched in Xun Mansion, and the Canshang Erzhou with tens of millions of people didn't even survive a single grass, only one Ning Buwei survived.

If he wasn't the lone star of Tiansha, there would be no second cultivator in the Seventeen States who could be called the lone star of Tiansha.

Not to mention that wherever Ning Buwei went these years, it was full of blood and rain. In the hearts of everyone, the name Ning Buwei was always closely associated with death, and anyone who got a little bit of it would be cursed.

Lu Nan seemed very satisfied with the effect created by Ning Buwei. Seeing everyone fell silent, he smiled slightly and said, "Everyone! From my point of view, this is a large illusion formation created by the demon vine. As long as we work together to find the formation If you break it with your eyes, you will definitely be able to get out!"

"Then where are these eyes?" A monk couldn't help asking.

"That demon vine is very sinister, and set its eye on the living person!" Lu Nan stretched out his hand, and it landed on Ning Xiu who was in Ning Buwei's arms, "The eye of the living person is exactly in his arms. holding baby!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Feng Zizhang said angrily when he heard the words: "You were talking about fate first, and now you're talking about tricks, it's clear that you're trying to beat the child!"

"That's right! Why do you say that the eyes are on the child!?" Jiang Yizheng was also very angry.

"Heh." Lu Nanchong cupped his hands in the direction of Zen Master Baiyu and Mei Luoxue, and asked loudly, "Chan Master Baiyu, Master Mei, Elder Qingyan, is this a phantom formation?"

Mei Luoxue frowned and said: "That's true, that Demon Vine's cultivation is extremely high, and the phantom formations set up are all like entities."

Bai Yu also nodded.

Qing Yan leaned on the mahogany with her arms folded and smiled without saying a word, but she didn't refute.

"This child is born with a golden core body, and he doesn't know how to resist at all. It is perfect to use him as the eye of the formation. Everyone only needs a little spiritual power to detect the evil spirit in this child. He is the eye of the formation! " Lu Nan said loudly.

Even if someone wanted to use spiritual power to enter Ningxiu's sea of ​​consciousness, he was blocked by a tyrannical force and almost died of explosion.

Ning Buwei stood up holding Ning Xiu in his arms, glanced at the people surrounding him, and said with a wild provocation, "A group of bastards who don't want to die."

How could such a young child withstand their spiritual probing, Lu Nan clearly wanted the child to die.

Jiang Yizheng, Feng Zizhang and Chu Xin who stood in front of him were dumbfounded.

"Senior, let me justify myself..." Jiang Yizheng whispered.

"It's clear that they provoked the trouble! They don't have any evidence yet!" Feng Zizhang was about to explode in anger, "Just say yes with one mouth?"

Seeing more and more people gathered around, Chu Xin said anxiously: "How can you conclude that the child is a star based on his words?"

"You will know if you try it!" Someone shouted: "Hand over the child!"

"That's right, hand over the child!"

"Hand over the child!"

Jiang Yizheng's hand holding the sword trembled a little, and shouted in the direction of Mei Luoxue: "Hall Master Mei! You come to uphold justice! You can't let them bully a child who doesn't understand anything!?"

However, Mei Luoxue, Baiyu and others were all silent, and many monks remained neutral and waited and watched.

If the child is the leader of the battle, these passionate people will come and kill them and they will be able to get out. If it is not the leader of the battle, then it is these leaders who kill innocent people indiscriminately, and they have nothing to do with them.

Even the cold-eyed bystanders should occupy the majority.

Mei Luoxue didn't respond for a long time, Jiang Yizheng looked a little more bewildered.

Lu Nanyi said righteously: "Fellow Daoist, for the sake of everyone's lives and safety, you should hand over the child."

Before he could finish his words, a piece of broken knife went straight to the center of his eyebrows, and the thick black mist suddenly exploded, turning into countless sharp blades and piercing everyone's throats!

Some used mana to block them, but they exploded into blood mist as soon as they used their spiritual power. The rest remembered that they could not use their spiritual power, but they had no time to dodge, and their throats were directly pierced by the sharp blade, and they fell to the ground.

"How can he use spiritual power!?"

Some people raised doubts, but the black mist dispersed like living things, and everyone fled away one after another. When they came back to their senses, they found that the monk with the child and the three idiots had disappeared.

"They entered the redwood forest! Hurry up and chase them!" Lu Nan rushed in first, and many monks followed behind him.

Even Mei Luoxue chased in with the monks from the Four Seasons Hall.

Qing Yan leaned against the tree trunk and raised her eyebrows, "Aren't they all crazy?"

Bai Yu sat cross-legged and recited scriptures silently, blocking out the lingering black mist.

Qing Yan smiled and said, "Zen Master, what do you think?"

"Array in array." Bai Yu frowned and stared at the place where Fang Caining didn't wait for the others, "The reason why we can't use our spiritual power is not because we are in the illusion of the demon vines, but because of the monk holding the child just now." In the demon vine phantom formation, this person—”

"Evil devils heretics, their hearts can be punished."