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

The spiritual power in the shards of the Suzaku Knife is limited, and he couldn't bear it because he didn't want to make it for free. He was used to using it openly and in combination. Halfway through the formation, the secret path was not good, so he had to bite the bullet and forcefully change the formation.

Ning Xiu, who had been quiet in his arms for a while, suddenly reached out to him excitedly, as if he hadn't seen him for a long time.

Ning Buwei didn't have time to take care of him at the moment, but from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a circle of crimson spiritual power on the child's wrist. Ning Buwei thought it looked familiar, but before he had time to think about it, he stretched out his hand and stuffed it into the broken knife , "It's just in time!"

This bit of spiritual power is not much, but it just solved Ning Buwei's urgent need. After the battle was completed, Ning Buwei put Ning Xiu into his arms, and rolled to the ground after a burst of chaos.

"Who!?" Someone shouted loudly, and the sword light flashed to Ning Buwei's throat.

Ning Buwei's eyes instantly overflowed with murderous aura, and the fragments of the Suzaku knife between his fingers buzzed. Just as he was about to strike, Ning Xiu in his arms suddenly burst into tears.

The person holding the sword paused, looking at the child in Ning Buwei's arms, the sword was slightly off by a few inches.

The other person was much more polite and asked, "Why is Fellow Daoist here?"

Ning Buwei stood up with Ning Xiu in his arms, looked at the two monks wearing green shirts and lotus crowns in front of him, stuffed the broken knife into Ning Xiu's clothes without a trace, and said: "Something went wrong in the teleportation formation, excuse me gone."

There are only a handful of people in the seventeen states who have seen his true face—basically all of them have been killed by him, so he is not very worried about being recognized by others.

The two monks probably saw him holding a child, who had not yet cultivated much, and was still dressed in tatters at the moment, and felt that he was not a threat, so they put away their swords.

One of them said: "Fellow Daoists, please leave quickly."

"Let's go now." Ning Buwei's eyes fell on their waist cards. The door pattern of auspicious clouds and cranes on it looked like the Yunzhong Gate of Liuzhou, Gen Mansion. "May I ask where this is? The child is hungry, I'll go Get him something to eat."

"This is the Pingping Cliff in the Qili suburb of Linjiang City in Zhongzhou. If you go east along here, you will be able to see the gate of Linjiang City." Another person pointed him in the direction.

Ning Buwei smiled and said, "Thank you."

"Hurry up, crying makes people upset." The monk who pointed his sword at Ning Buwei at the beginning muttered.

"Zi Chen." Another person motioned him not to talk nonsense.

Zichen curled his lips and looked down at the flowers that were about to bloom on the edge of the cliff.

The person who had walked a few steps forward suddenly turned his head and said with a smile, "By the way, there is one more thing—"

Zichen looked up at him impatiently when he heard this, but his eyes widened in astonishment the next moment. A broken knife blade pierced his neck with a cold light, and the blood drew a beautiful arc in the air.

"I hate it when people point swords at me." Ning Buwei pulled some cloth to cover Ning Xiu's eyes, and the smile on his face gradually widened.

"Zichen!" Another person drew his sword and glared at Ning Buwei, "Who are you!?"

Why does this person obviously have no cultivation, but he didn't even see how the other party moved his hand!

Zi Song tried to mobilize his spiritual power to kill this person to avenge his junior brother, but he didn't expect that he couldn't mobilize any spiritual power at this moment, and a chill ran up his back along the soles of his feet, and he actually felt the coercion from the other party.

"Guess?" Ning Buwei smiled slightly, the shard of Suzaku pierced Zi Song's neck and flew back to his fingers.

Zi Song clutched his neck and gasped for breath, the horror in his eyes was still there, and he fell to the ground in convulsions.

Ning Buwei was a little annoyed and wiped the blood from the blade on the robe that wrapped Ning Xiu. Ning Xiu was probably tired from crying, and was sobbing at the moment, his little hands were not very honest, and wanted to open it. Cloth that covers the eyes.

Ning Buwei covered him up a bit more tightly.

In the teleportation formation, he set up the formation in advance at the place where he landed. He has made countless enemies, so it is naturally impossible to casually hand over his life to others.

The two Yunzhongmen disciples didn't have much on them, only a few hundred middle-grade spirit stones, and two wooden plaques that said Linjianghui, Ning Buwei glanced at it and stuffed one into his bosom Here, when he got up to leave, a strange fragrance came from the edge of the cliff.

Ning Buwei walked to the edge of the cliff and saw that a nine-leaf lotus had just bloomed, and the light blue petals were swaying gently in the wind.

Ning Buwei reached out and pulled off the nine-leaf lotus on the edge of the cliff, and stuffed it into Ning Xiu who was in his arms.

Ning Xiu was feeling aggrieved at the moment, he couldn't see anything in the pitch blackness, and he didn't have the energy to cry, sobbing and moaning, suddenly there was a beautiful glowing flower in his little hand, and he immediately regained his energy, Holding the flower under the clothes and staring at it for a while, I reached out to grab the petals on top.

The petals were still glowing light blue when they came down, Ning Xiu pouted his small mouth and stuffed the petals into his mouth, unexpectedly the petals would melt in his mouth, Ning Xiu's eyes lit up immediately.

Tastier than Daddy's hands!

Ning Buwei carried him all the way eastward, after finding a source of water and washing his hands, he opened it and saw that most of a nine-leaf lotus had been eaten by the cub.

Ning Buwei plucked a piece of petal and tasted it, it was sweet with a little bit of bitterness, he used to pick a handful of it as a snack when he was young, but now he tasted it and found it tasteless.

He stuffed the flower leaves that he had eaten half into Ning Xiu's mouth, and Ning Xiu began to chew the flower leaves happily.

Ning Buwei poked his bulging belly, "How can you eat so well?"

"Ah~" Ning Xiu shook his little body when he poked him.

Ning Buwei snorted and threw the flower stalk on the ground, "I'll find something delicious for you when I go to the city."

Ning Bu snatches the spirit stone for murder and picks flowers for his son as a snack, and the father and son leave happily.

When Han Ziyang and Feng Zizhang returned from the Endless River to the Pingping Cliff, they saw the corpses of their fellow disciples.

"Senior Brother Zichen! Senior Brother Zisong!" Feng Zizhang's face was pale, and he was so excited that he was about to jump down from the sword, but Han Ziyang grabbed his arm.

Feng Zizhang struggled to jump off, and cried out in a crying voice: "Eldest brother, let me go! I'll save senior brother and them!"

"The two of them are already dead." Han Ziyang said with a cold expression, "You will only lose your life if you go down rashly."

Feng Zizhang obviously couldn't accept this fact, "Brother, they might be saved—"

"Killed with one blow, the soul lamps are all extinguished." Han Ziyang sacrificed the Xuantian Mirror, which projected the projections of the soul lamps of the disciples in the Yunzhongmen, and the soul lamps belonging to Wu Zichen and Wu Zisong were dead off.

He was obviously much calmer than Feng Zizhang. He frowned and carefully observed the situation of Pingzeya. The Xuantian mirror trembled wildly again, which almost made him unable to control it. The weird formation underneath was a hundred times more powerful than the evil formation by the endless river just now. If there is more than enough, the spiritual power in the formation is very strong.

"It's because I didn't think carefully." Han Ziyang said coldly: "It's the first time for the three of you to go out of the sect to practice. I shouldn't let Song Zichen be alone."

Although Jiuyelian is rare to see, it is not very useful, which is why he assured the two of them to stay here. Unexpectedly, it took less than a quarter of an hour for them to die here.

Feng Zizhang was already crying so much that he clenched the glass ball tightly in his hand, "Brother, who did it? I want to avenge Senior Brother Zisong and Senior Brother Zichen!"

"Don't cry." Han Ziyang turned his head and said to him: "The jungle of the comprehension world has always been prey to the strong. Killing people to seize treasures is a common thing. People who are inferior in skills will die at any time. Even if you cry to death, they will not come back to life."

Feng Zizhang sniffled his nose and looked at him with red eyes. He felt that the amiable senior brother in the sect had become very strange now. He pulled his sleeves and wiped away his tears, "But, but Senior Brother Zisong Zichen and I have been together since we were young. Growing up together...they are my brothers—”

As he said that, he was about to urge the glazed ball to break through the formation.

Han Ziyang stopped him, "What are you doing?"

"I want to collect the corpses for the senior brothers!" Feng Zizhang even felt a little bit of hatred for the ruthlessness of the senior senior brothers under his grief, and he was indifferent when he saw his fellow senior brothers die in front of his eyes. "I want to take them back to the Cloud Gate! You don't care, I care!"

Han Ziyang was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and took Feng Zizhang a little farther away from Pingpingya. I don't mind being seen where the eyes of the formation are, even too blatantly.

"Break!" Han Ziyang forcibly broke the formation, a mouthful of sweet blood welled up in his throat, and stood on the sword shaking.

Feng Zizhang wiped his tears fiercely, jumped off the sword, and ran to the side of the two corpses.

"Zizhang! Come back!" Han Ziyang looked behind him, his pupils shrank suddenly, and Yujian flew towards him quickly, lifting him onto the sword, and suddenly his body froze.

"Brother?" Feng Zizhang looked at him in a daze.

Countless small and green vines pierced Han Ziyang's heart, baring his teeth and claws at him arrogantly, and the dark red blood dripped on the back of Feng Zizhang's hands and cuffs, the strong smell of blood and the strange aroma mixed together, Spray it on Feng Zizhang's face.

Han Ziyang lowered his head slowly, looked at the vine passing through his heart, grabbed Feng Zizhang's hand and pushed him away, "Go..."

Before the tears in Feng Zizhang's eyes had time to fall, Xuan Tianjing protected his heart and pushed them out with great momentum.

"Brother-"

Heart-piercing roars rang out over the cliff, and countless green vines drilled out from the ground, densely covering the entire cliff, wrapping the three corpses tightly, and bringing them into the ground, calmness was restored in an instant.

Feng Zizhang was escorted by Xuan Tianjing and sent to the gate of Linjiang City. The originally clean and meticulous green shirt was covered with blood and dust, and he was slumped to the ground in a dazed state.

"Can you read?" A male voice with a smile sounded from not far away.

Feng Zizhang looked up, only to see a handsome, free-spirited man holding a little doll who looked less than a month old, and the little doll pointed to the three big characters of Linjiang City above the city gate to teach him how to read.

Feng Zizhang remembered how naughty he was when he was a child, and senior brothers Zisong and Zichen pressed his head to force him to read and read. He was also so gentle and upright.

"Read it to Dad." The man smiled, as if he really wanted to teach the child in his arms, "Yeah, eat it."

Feng Zizhang, who was crying sadly: "..."

The little doll in the man's arms said "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?"

The man followed his gaze and said indifferently, "Oh, that's a fool."

The little baby turned her head and stuck out her tongue at the man, "Yeah~"

Feng Zizhang, who was suddenly accused of being a fool: "??"