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

In the 500 years that Ning Buwei has made waves in the seventeen states, there are three places that he will not go to.

Ningcheng in Xunfu, Zhenzhou in Kunfu, and Yunzhongmen in Genfu.

Cultivating the ruthless way means being unhindered and unhindered. He has never participated in what happened in the Ning family from the beginning to the end, and he has no way of investigating it.

He would rather not be cold-hearted. Whether others live or die and how they live has nothing to do with him. All he cares about is himself.

He met Yan Lanpei and Du Lu in Linjiang City, and got involved in the old affairs of the world. From the beginning to the end, he just wanted to get out of the city.

Du Lusha will be killed, Yan Lanpei will be dead when he is dead, Wen Zaiye will be alive if he is alive, even Ning Xingyuan, he only met in ten years when he was young, and compared with 500 years, it is so short that it can be ignored. Even if it breaks the sky, how much friendship can there be?

He doesn't care.

Naturally, I didn't want to explore why the Suzaku knife fragments fell on Yan Lanpei and Wen Zaye by such a coincidence.

His purpose has always been very clear, to find the fragments of the Suzaku knife, restore his cultivation, then throw the little boy to his mother, and continue to practice his ruthless way.

It doesn't matter how the process is, as long as he has the result, he will kill whoever blocks his way, it's as simple as that.

His cultivation has been restored, and Suzaku's sword has been mended. He is still the devil that everyone shouts to beat. The only thing he has to do is to move forward, cut off the world of mortals, and ascend to the fairy world.

He has long been used to being alone, and he doesn't need others to meddle in his business to help him recall the past that was almost forgotten hundreds of years ago.

No matter what the purpose of the person behind it is, as long as he is strong enough, there is nothing to be afraid of, and he is too lazy to care about these dirty thoughts.

After 500 years of penance, Ning Buwei thought that he had cultivated a mind like still water.

He forcefully suppressed the almost uncontrollable anger in his chest back to the bottom of his heart, let go of his hand suddenly, his face was so gloomy that he was about to drip water.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Feng Zizhang covered his neck, slid along the wall and fell to the ground, coughing loudly.

Jiang Yizheng hurriedly reached out to help him, "Are you okay?"

Feng Zizhang shook his head, raised his head to look at Ning Buwei, he was a little puzzled in his horror, but more sad, he didn't understand why his senior suddenly wanted to kill him.

Ning Buwei clenched and loosened his hands covered in his wide sleeves, looked away expressionlessly, turned around and walked out.

Jiang Yizheng's hands were still trembling at the moment, and he exchanged a glance with Feng Zizhang, wondering if he should follow.

She is a little afraid of Ning Buwei, who is moody now.

"Senior must have... misunderstood something." Feng Zizhang coughed violently, stood up on the ground, "I have to make it clear to him."

Jiang Yizheng hesitated for a moment, then followed.

The dungeon was destroyed, and the failure array had no effect. The two guards from the inner sect were rushing here, and Ning Buwei, who was walking in the tunnel of the dungeon, bumped into him.

The big devil, who was in a bad mood, raised his hand and wanted to kill, but there were messy footsteps behind him, he flicked his sleeves impatiently, and slammed the two disciples unconscious against the wall.

Feng Zizhang was shocked. Looking at the two senior brothers who were pinned to the wall, he quickly stretched out his hands to sniff. He was relieved to find that they were still alive. Out of friendship, he took the two of them off the cracked wall and put them in a safe place. , Looking up again, Ning Buwei has already left the gate of the dungeon.

"Senior!" Feng Zizhang raised his foot and chased after him, followed closely by Jiang Yizheng.

Ning Buwei did not stop, walking forward in the night.

Feng Zizhang was sad, but he didn't want to let this matter go without end, he followed Ning Buwei hesitantly.

With two tails attached to the back, Ning Buwei turned cold and stopped.

Feng Zizhang and Jiang Yi were standing side by side a few steps away from him like two little quails, their thoughts were written all over their faces.

"Pre-Senior." Jiang Yi was trying to say something, but his mouth was clumsy, and Fang Cai would rather not think that appearance was too scary, so he lowered his head after speaking.

Feng Zizhang looked at him eagerly, "Senior, no one taught me to say that. The waist card can open the mountain protection formation, and the shift changes every two hours outside the dungeon. There is a stick of incense free... Big, everyone knows."

Before he finished speaking, a small porcelain bottle was thrown into his arms, Feng Zizhang hurriedly caught it, and suddenly a strong spiritual energy came over his face.

Just looking at the small jade-like porcelain vase outside, one knew it was not ordinary. Feng Zizhang was about to refuse, but Ning Buwei said: "Since you have returned to the Yunzhongmen, you will stay here obediently."

Feng Zizhang was taken aback.

After finishing speaking, he looked at Jiang Yizheng who lowered his head, "And you, run away for your life, I have no interest in being a father to others."

Jiang Yizheng raised his head abruptly, his eyes turned red.

Ning Buwei looked down at Ning Xiu who was in his arms with a blank face.

"Huh?" Ning Xiu tilted his head at him.

What are you doing?

Ning Buwei: "..."

The big devil felt that he had made it very clear, and was about to part ways with the two rookies, when suddenly a voice sounded in the darkness: "This fellow Taoist—"

bass!

The sound of unsheathing sounded, and Jiang Yizheng and Feng Zizhang drew out their swords almost at the same time, and put them on the neck of the visitor.

This person was holding a large basket of vegetables in his arms, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his face was still covered with mud. He looked at the two menacing men with a dazed expression, "Don't, don't get me wrong, I'm picking vegetables in the vegetable field next to me." , Come out and say hello to this fellow Taoist."

Xie Jiu raised the basket in his arms, looked at Ning Buwei, smiled at him and said, "We met in the middle of the night."

At this moment, the sky in the distance had just been brightened, Feng Zizhang and the others happened to stop at the edge of a large field of spirit vegetables, but everyone had something on their minds, so they didn't realize that there was someone beside them.

But the other party seemed to know the senior.

So the two of them looked at Ning Buwei at the same time, subconsciously asking for his opinion.

Ning Buwei: "..."

However, before he could speak, a ray of light suddenly rose from the door of the dungeon not far away, and exploded in the sky.

Feng Zizhang's face changed, "It's too bad!"

The rapid bell rang, resounding through the entire Thirteen Peaks, and the deep mountain protection formation was opened, densely covering the entire Thirteen Peaks airtightly, and more than a hundred streams of light immediately approached them.

"Okay Feng Zizhang!" Chen Zichu brought people over and said with a sneer, "You really are with them!"

Han Ziyang then rushed over, with behind him the two inner disciples who had just been knocked unconscious by Ning Buwei, obviously they were the signal sent just now.

I would rather not twitch my eyebrows slightly.

Being merciful will only cause trouble.

"Feng Zizhang! Let go of Senior Xie!" Wu Zisong said with hatred, "Senior is our distinguished guest from Linggu Sect! What are you doing!?"

Although Wu Zisong, Wu Zichen and him had a quarrel, after all, they were the two who brought Feng Zizhang up, and their friendship was even deeper than that of their younger brother Wu Liang. Anger comes from anger, but he favors outsiders It is completely different from kidnapping the seniors of Linggu Sect and releasing prisoners privately.

According to the school rules, the latter will be expelled from the school.

"Quickly put down the sword and roll over here!" Wu Zichen shouted angrily.

Han Ziyang frowned and warned: "Zizhang, don't be confused."

"Oh, are you blind? He is obviously in the same group as the father and daughter!" Chen Zichu rolled his eyes and said loudly: "Are you guys going to openly bend the law for personal gain because of Master's absence?"

Many inner sect disciples are here, and the senior brothers in the front row have disputes, they dare not intervene, but they can gloat.

There are so many senior brothers in the school, but there are only a few who can make the master remember their names. This Feng Zizhang needs talent and no talent, but he needs strength and no strength. He, everyone has long been unable to see him.

But he still didn't know what to do, his elbows kept turning outwards, and now he made such a big mistake, it was almost self-inflicted.

Feng Zizhang's hand holding the sword was trembling, and he looked at the brothers opposite him with a pale face, feeling that he was completely finished this time.

He heard the master ordered the second senior brother to execute the senior and Jiang Yizheng secretly, and he went to the dungeon to save people in a hurry, and he didn't have time to think about how terrible a felony it would be to release the prisoner in Thirteen Peaks privately.

Jiang Yizheng's situation is not much better than his. Now that he is discovered, in the eyes of others, he is simply fleeing in fear of crime.

The swords in the hands of the two are not released, and it is not true if they are not released.

Xie Jiu stood in the center with a basket of spirit vegetables in his arms, obviously he hadn't figured out the situation yet, "Is this a misunderstanding?"

However, no one answered his words, he could only look at Ning Buwei.

Ning Buwei's face was ugly.

It's almost the same situation again.

Let people go without permission, fail to escape, protect the mountain in a large formation, surrounded by everyone, persuasion earnestly, a young man who is at a loss.

The spirit power dissipated from the Jade Spirit Pill is constantly draining away. He should make a quick decision to kill these reckless inner disciples. It is best to deal with those two annoying little bastards together, and then bring Ning Xiu leave.

The snow-blue headband was buried under the black hair, and was blown up again by the wind.

Ning Xiu was tucked back into the front.

In the encirclement, the person who had been silent all this time slowly raised his head, the large black robe automatically made a loud noise without wind, and the black mist began to spread rapidly from under his feet.

Among the crowd, Han Ziyang had the highest cultivation level and was the first to realize the danger. He shouted loudly, "Enter the mountain guard formation!"

More than a hundred disciples from the inner sect listened to the order and entered the formation together. The [-]-layer formation of the mountain protection formation suddenly opened and closed, and a dazzling strong light burst out.

And on the periphery of the mountain protection formation, on the Broken Intestine Cliff, stood two people.

Wen He waved his long sleeves, the clouds cleared away, and a wide water mirror appeared across the sky, the picture in front of the punishment hall clearly appeared in it, and the golden mountain guard array was dazzling.

"Brother, don't you want to know why Changsheng Cliff was changed to Broken Intestine Cliff?" He looked at Wen Zainye beside him, with a look of half joy and half hatred, "Look, think about it."

The sky is low, and the criss-crossing golden light is woven into countless powerful runes. Each layer of the mountain protection formation is controlled by disciples. The [-]-layer formation changes without a trace. It seems that there are thousands of troops and horses oppressing them.

Xie Jiu was directly stunned, Jiang Yizheng's eyes darkened, Wu spit out blood and knelt on the ground, his dantian was in severe pain, and Feng Zizhang was not much better than her. There were completely two feelings outside, he held his sword on the ground desperately, and was crushed by the [-]-layer-enhanced formation.

There was only one person standing in the formation, with a tall and straight figure like a pine tree, black mist spread all over his body, scarlet eyes flashed, the ground cracked away, a strong wind rose into the sky, and countless maple trees were torn off, as if there were countless bones and ghost claws coming from the ground It came out, looming in the black mist.

All of a sudden, the gigantic Thirteen Peaks was filled with ghostly aura.

Ning Buwei's eyes were scarlet and his spiritual power was abundant, the Soul Devouring Formation could be manipulated many times more easily, just when he was about to strangle all these lifeless things, suddenly countless peach petals floated When it fell, a huge water mirror appeared in midair.

In the water mirror, the young man Wen Zaiye stood on the cliff of longevity, his eyes were fixed on him, his face was pale and stunned, his lips moved slightly, "...Chengfeng?"

Ning Buwei's pupils shrank suddenly, and fragments of the Suzaku Knife flew out of his palm, shattering the water mirror that suddenly appeared, and his whole body broke through countless sticky petals like a sharp arrow, and his spiritual power turned into a palm and crushed , pinching the manipulator behind the water mirror.

His brows and eyes are wild and fierce, but his tone is full of contempt, "You little boy, pretend to be a ghost!"

Just at this time, thousands of sword lights suddenly gathered in the mountain guard formation, stabbing straight at Ning Buwei's back.

"Senior!" Feng Zizhang shouted loudly, and wanted to fly his sword to block it, but the white bone skeleton climbing up from the ground grabbed his ankle tightly, and turned his head to meet the black eye socket.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he screamed, making the skeleton tremble with fright.

Ning Buwei made a single-handed tactic, the four pieces of the Suzaku knife were intertwined with sharp light, and they barely formed an afterimage of a short knife, which slammed into the thousands of sword lights, and the entire Thirteen Peaks vibrated, countless The maple tree was uprooted and swept into the sky, flying sand and rocks flew up against the wind, and the black mist suddenly expanded dozens of times, swallowing the entire formation like a giant beast!

The person pinched by Ning Buwei gave a weird laugh, his voice hoarse and dull, "Ning Chengfeng, you really... disappoint me."