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

The body hugged the "child" and led everyone to one place. While the crowd was fighting, Ning Buwei and Chu Jun mixed into the crowd.

Ning Buwei's real body was mixed in a pile of talisman repairs and raised his hands, saying to Chu Jun, "I'll borrow your Taiji Seal."

Chu Jun hid the Taiji seal in his formation with ease, "Four images and six combinations?"

"The transformation of the four images and the six elements." Ning Buwei had a thick blood vein on the back of his hand, and a sinister smile appeared on his face, "I don't believe I can't find him!"

He tore off the veins from the back of his hand, and while everyone's attention was attracted by the front body, he slapped the veins heavily on the ground.

As soon as the veins fell to the ground, it seemed as if it had taken root and turned into a living thing. Countless tiny blood lines spread rapidly like bursting spider webs and wrapped around everyone's ankles. Ning Bu closed his eyes and felt each blood line quickly and carefully. nuance.

After a while, he finally felt a block in one place, Ning Buwei opened his eyes suddenly, and closed the bloody veins with his five fingers into claws.

Ning Buwei looked over with a sneer, only to find that they were a group of "acquaintances".

Jimo Hongcai and Buqing from Qingdanzong, and Pei Heguang who helped rescue Sang Yun in Leyuan City before.

Ning Buwei was about to investigate carefully, but who knew that the bloody veins were cut off by Shengsheng, and the transformation of the four-element and six-combination formation began to change, gradually giving rise to the intention of backlash, and suddenly the murderous intent appeared.

Chu Jun decisively wrapped Ning Buwei tightly with the Taiji seal, and the two of them hid in it, cutting off the bloody vein of searching for people in the opposite direction.

It was the first time for Ning Buwei to meet a monk who could fight with him, so it can be seen that the other party's attainments in formations are no less than him.

He didn't expect that the other party would dare to fight with living people, but the other party seemed determined to drag everyone into the water. If he didn't answer now, everyone in the formation would have to die.

Including the other party and Ningbu for himself.

This formation must be fought.

The battle between the two sides gradually became stronger, and the people who were silently connected by blood lines in the formation also gradually realized that something was wrong.

"What is this!?" Some people looked at the blood lines spreading around their wrists and rubbed them vigorously, only to find that this thing seemed to grow in their own body.

"What a sinister technique! This thing can absorb people's spiritual power!" Someone exclaimed.

Shen Xi found that there were also a few thin blood lines on his ankles and wrists, and tried to force them out, but it was useless, and instead accelerated the spread of the blood lines.

She made a tactic in her hand, her consciousness came out quickly, her complexion turned pale suddenly, she pretended to be calm and said: "There are people fighting in the tomb passage, everyone, don't act rashly!"

Her voice was not loud, but it was heard clearly by everyone present. There was a dead silence in the tomb. Even Ning Fan and Ming Sang stopped their hands in time. .

"Elder Shen, you mean...someone is using me to fight?" Xie asked with an extremely ugly face, she looked at the bloodline spreading to her fingertips, and took a deep breath, "But as far as I know, Not to mention that formation cultivation is rare these days, formation cultivation that can reach the level of fighting formation is unheard of—"

"Let alone fight with living people."

The one-year-old monk said with an ugly expression: "The battle of living people is like a game of chess. No matter who wins or loses, half of the people are destined to die."

It can be said to be extremely shady.

"I would rather not do it! It must be better than to do it!" A young monk yelled angrily, glaring at the high body holding the child, "Scumbag!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone felt that it was very reasonable. Who didn't know that Ning Bu was very good at playing arrays, and his talisman skills were perfected. What's more, such insidious methods were in line with the devil's usual style.

Unexpectedly, the long sleeves of the body waved, revealing the bloodline on the wrist, and said: "I am also in the battle formation, besides, there must be two sides in the battle formation, if it is really me in the battle formation, then who is the other side?"

Everyone suddenly turned from indignation to bewilderment.

Shen Xi said; "What he said makes sense, Ning Buwei also has blood lines on his hands, so he shouldn't be a member of the fighting formation, and the fighting formation pays attention to people not leaving the formation, the real fighting formation should be hidden among us."

"Only when both sides stop at the same time, can everyone survive in the battle formation of living people." Zen Master Mingsang said, "The people in the battle formation will definitely move, everyone stand still and don't move."

"If two people move at the same time, they will immediately kill and break the formation."

The hundreds of monks present did not dare to act rashly, but they immediately became alert when they looked at the people around them.

Ning Buwei was a little surprised to see Chu Jun manipulating the body to say those words, so he took the time to glance at Chu Jun next to him.

Chu Jun seemed to know what he was thinking, and he said in a voice from the sea of ​​knowledge: "You didn't start the battle, but you were forced into the battle. Since they asked, I will explain it clearly for you."

Although it was too simple and rude, he was directly selected out of it.

Ning Buwei hooked the corners of his lips, and began to concentrate on fighting with the man in the dark.

The other party is hiding in the dark, and he is also hiding in the dark. Neither of them knows the specific location of the other, and it just depends on who can lose their temper first.

After a while, there was a crackling sound in the deadly tomb.

Everyone's expressions were terrified, and they followed the reputation, and saw that the ice coffin that had been quietly placed in the center was shattered little by little, and finally with a "click", the exquisite ice coffin was torn apart, and the sleeping body inside suddenly sat up .

The crowd who were already standing still and did not dare to move became even more rigid.

The corpse sat silent for a moment, then slowly lay back.

Without waiting for everyone to breathe a sigh of relief, a frivolous female voice with a smile sounded from all directions: "Where do you come from such a group of bastards, dare to disturb my mother's cleanliness?"

As soon as the words fell, countless blood lines fell from the sky above the tomb passage, and before the crowd could react, those blood lines wrapped everyone tightly.

Ning Buwei, who was originally manipulating the formation and fighting to the death with the man in the dark, changed his expression, thinking in his heart that something was wrong, but it was too late to change the formation, his whole body was wrapped in the wriggling blood thread, Chu Jun stretched out his hand to grab him When it was pulled out, the blood line was stunned for a moment, and it directly entangled Chu Jun.

Ning Buwei's voice came from the sea of ​​consciousness, "My teacher has a bad temper, remember not to force yourself in."

This blood line is many times thicker than the blood line that Ning Buwei used to fight, and the blood evil spirit is extremely strong, and it also carries countless Yin energy, as if it wants to drag the people wrapped inside into the endless hell .

Both sides of the original battle formation were interrupted at the same time. According to common sense, the battle formation ended, but when Ning Buwei pulled the line, there was a sudden change. His original spirit, half of his body and half of his original body, seemed to be breaking apart.

Ning Buwei immediately wanted to take back half of the primordial spirit in his body, so Chu Jun decisively helped, but at the moment when the two halves of the primordial spirit merged into one, the bloodline surrounding the two suddenly tightened, and the space in front of him suddenly collapsed. Distorted, and immediately returned to calm.

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Ning Buwei looked at the round bead the size of a fingernail in front of him, with a small word "Yan" engraved on it.

He reached out and took the round bead.

"The Yan family has a secret technique that is not passed on to the outside world, which can seal up their own memories, even if they are searched for souls, they will not be found. Even if the real body dies thousands of years later, the sealed memories are still considerable. '

'It's just that who can see it at that time, or the owner of the memory has the final say. '

'Naturally, it's a secret that I don't want outsiders to know. '

'Of course I have too... Ha, of course it's not for you, a scoundrel. '

Yan Jinzhou's words before his death rang in Ning Buwei's ears at the right time.

Didn't you tell him not to show him?

Ning Buwei twitched the corner of his mouth, reached out and tapped on the small round bead, and a huge water mirror appeared in front of his eyes, and several memories that belonged to Yan Jinzhou slowly emerged in it.

Yan Jinzhou was squatting by the river, and reflected in it was the shadow of a girl who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. She was biting a hairband in her mouth, and she was frowning slightly, trying to tie her hair higher, but there were always a few strands of hair scattered Come down and let her go to waste.

"Tsk." She let go of her hand, and tied her hair back with a headband indiscriminately. A delicate female voice came from behind:

"Jinzhou, you're back from a long journey!"

Yan Jinzhou turned his head to look, and saw Sang Yun who was still young, also about fifteen or sixteen years old, lively and cute, not at all calm and quiet now.

Yan Jinzhou stood up and clapped his hands, his voice teasing, "Yo, I thought he had a crush on some girl from the mortal world and was reluctant to come back."

Sang Yun held her arm intimately, and said with a smile, "No way."

The two walked forward together, surrounded by dead branches that had lost their leaves and dilapidated farmhouses. After turning a corner, they saw three teenagers who were about their age.

A handsome monk in gray robes, a handsome disciple in white and ink gauze of Wushizong, and a handsome young man in black clothes, but they were none other than Ming Sang Chu Linyuan and Ning Xingyuan.

It's just that they are not very old, and their facial features are still immature.

"You two came just in time. Now that Xingyuan has returned, let's discuss when we will leave for the Seventeen States." Seeing them coming, Chu Linyuan said.

Yan Jinzhou glanced at Ming Sang and said, "Anytime is fine, I'm free."

Sang Yun said: "Me too! But Xingyuan, you look so bad, are you really okay?"

Ning Xingyuan shook his head, without much expression on his face, "I'm fine."

Yan Jinzhou folded his arms and said, "Speaking of which, you haven't seen anyone for the past three months. The rest of us are looking for you like crazy. Where have you been?"

Ning Xingyuan's expression became more serious when he heard the words, but he said: "I was studying the rejuvenation formation that day, but something went wrong with the formation, and I was seriously injured, and was sent to an unknown small village by the teleportation formation inside. It took a long time to wake up inside."

Chu Linyuan said: "Fortunately, there is no danger, and the journey is far away. This is the mortal world, not the Seventeen States. It is really dangerous for you to study the formation here."

Ning Xingyuan nodded, "Not next time."

Sang Yun patted him on the shoulder, "Fortunately, it's okay, Chu Linyuan was going crazy from fright."

Chu Linyuan had a headache and said, "I'll take you all back with you, naturally. If something happens to his favorite student, that old Hao Zheng will drown me with spittle."

Yan Jinzhou laughed very shamelessly, "Look at your promise."

Chu Linyuan said unconvinced: "One day you will know how powerful Hao Zheng is when you enter Wanxuan Yuan."

Yan Jinzhou shrugged his shoulders, "I'm used to being a casual cultivator, so I don't like being restrained by others. I can't do this or that, and I've become a little old-fashioned—"

She jokingly bumped Mingsang's shoulder, "Hey, little monk, don't you think so?"

Ming Sang twisted the beads in his hand, eyes slightly closed, "Amitabha, the name of the poor monk is Ming Sang."

Chu Linyuan was still talking to Ning Xingyuan over there, but Yan Jinzhou only caught Ming Sang talking, and said wickedly: "Then do you think you are a little monk?"

Ming Sang opened his eyes, his expression looked a little dull, but he still said firmly: "The poor monk's name is Ming Sang."

Yan Jinzhou put his arms around his shoulders carelessly, and smiled unconscionably: "Are you angry? Then I won't call you a little monk, but a little bald head?"

Ming Sang didn't know whether she was angry or annoyed, the tips of her ears were red, and she wanted to avoid her arm, "If a man and a woman can't kiss each other, Master Yan respects himself."

However, Yan Jinzhou's cultivation base was higher than his, and his arm seemed to be stuck to his shoulder and he couldn't shake it off. He said hurriedly: "You call me Jinzhou, and I will respect myself."

Ming Sang glared at her angrily, Yan Jinzhou laughed shamelessly, and was dragged back by Sang Yun.

"Ming Sang is a Buddhist cultivator, so don't keep making trouble with him." Sang Yun tugged her and whispered.

"I just saw him cute to tease him." Yan Jinzhou put his arms on her shoulders kindly, lazily as if he had no bones in his body, and then set his eyes on Ning Xingyuan, "Ning Xingyuan, are you What happened? Why are you so preoccupied?"

Ning Xingyuan heard the words and looked over, but he was honest, "There is something I want to go back to Seventeen States to confirm."

It's just that he obviously didn't intend to talk too much, so his companions didn't ask any more questions. After some discussion, they decided to go back to Shiqizhou early tomorrow morning.

It was night, and five people were sitting around the fire.

Yan Jinzhou sat next to Ming Sang, propped his head up and looked at him with a smile, "Little monk, we will be separated when we return to Seventeen Prefectures. Maybe we will never see each other again in this life. Do you have anything to say to me?" Yes?"

Ming Sang was originally chanting scriptures silently, but when she heard the words, she turned her head to look at her, with dancing flames and Yan Jinzhou's smiling face reflected in her pupils, and she said seriously: "Scattered cultivators do not have the protection of sects and families, and it is quite difficult to cultivate Taoism. The benefactor cherishes it."

Yan Jinzhou was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud: "Yes, the life of our casual cultivators is very difficult, and the resources we have worked so hard to find will be snatched away, little monk, if I can't get along in the future, I will go Is Ji Tingzong looking for you?"

Ming Sang was stunned, and slowly frowned, with a trace of doubt and bewilderment in his tone, "You want...to become a Buddhist monk?"

Yan Jinzhou was choked by him, and then laughed wildly, "Hahahaha! How do you understand hahaha I don't want to become a monk and you to make a pair of little bald heads hahahaha!"

Ming Sang's face was flushed red, and he turned his back to her and recited the Buddhist scriptures silently. No matter how much Yan Jinzhou teased him, he resolutely stopped talking.

Yan Jinzhou touched his nose, and asked Sang Yun solemnly, "Is Ming Sang angry?"

Sang Yun looked helpless, "Ancestor, you can stop talking a few words, keep teasing and be careful that Ming Sang will treat you like a monster."

"Hey, he can't beat me again." Yan Jinzhou said proudly: "You guys are only Ning Xingyuan who can barely draw with me."

Sang Yun did not refute this, and said in a low voice: "Xingyuan seems to be in a bad mood, so you should not compete with him tonight."

"It makes sense." Yan Jinzhou nodded solemnly, and then grabbed Chu Linyuan for a duel, beat Wushizong's chief disciple to death, and found a place to sleep contentedly.

Chu Linyuan was indignant, "Yan Jinzhou, did you deliberately catch me in the face?"

"Ah, I'm asleep and I can't hear." Yan Jinzhou yawned and covered his ears perfunctorily.

"Sooner or later, I will defeat you!" Chu Linyuan's voice buzzed in her ears, "Is the Heavenly Spirit Body amazing? When I become the master of the Wushi Sect, I will never accept the Heavenly Spirit Body." Xingyuan? Ning Xingyuan, why are you going?"

Yan Jinzhou lifted his eyelids and took a look, only seeing the back of Ning Xingyuan leaving in a hurry, and then fell asleep with his arms folded.

In the early morning of the next day, the five of them came to the entrance back to Seventeen States together, but they encountered an accident. A huge strange beast was entrenched at the entrance. Seeing their furry children, it yelled at them angrily.

This strange beast has a mouth full of fangs, big ears, blue face, six thick legs covered with iron chains, and strange blood-red spells all over its black skin. It looks very unfriendly. Its body It is so huge that it blocks the entrance tightly, even if you want to sneak in, you won't be able to.

Ning Xingyuan sacrificed the Suzaku Saber, and said to Chu Linyuan and the others: "It seems that we can only subdue him before we can return to Seventeen States."

Yan Jinzhou made a tactic with both hands, and countless formations appeared in front of him. He felt happy from the bottom of his heart, "I haven't exercised my muscles and bones for a long time, come on!"

Although the five of them were young, they were able to leave the seventeen states and enter the mortal world, and their cultivation bases were naturally not weak. Ning Xingyuan had superb sword skills, and Chu Linyuan had excellent sword skills. The two of them went straight to the strange beast with their swords and swords working together;

Yan Jinzhou held his sword high in the sky, and used formations to control the movement of the beast to death, and its lethality was no less than the two in front;

Ming Sang recited the scriptures in a low voice, and the Buddha beads came out of his hand, striking back the raging blood-colored curse pattern firmly. Sang Yun looked for the right moment at the side, shot out with a long whip, and locked the neck of the strange beast with a click.

The strange beast didn't expect the children to be so lethal. It grabbed the ground with red pupils and six feet, broke free from the restraints, knocked them all out, and roared angrily at them, but Before the roar had finished, it was slapped in the middle of the forehead by someone, and the whole beast wobbled around twice before falling to the ground with a bang, kicking up dust all over the ground.

In the silence, there was someone with a sword hanging high in the sky, wearing a red dress that was blown by the wind, and the sleeves were burning like fire, and his posture was outstanding and eye-catching. Reject people thousands of miles away.

He glanced at the few people who fell on the ground lightly, and before they could react, he went straight into the entrance.

The dust has settled.

Yan Jinzhou snapped back to his senses, and looked at Ming Sang next to him with bright eyes, "Little monk, whose family is that beauty in red just now?"

"I don't know." Ming Sang said firmly: "And he is not wearing a red dress, but a white dress that is completely stained with blood."

Chu Linyuan next to him had a devilish expression on his face, "The man just now... seems to be our master uncle."

"Eh?" Sang Yun asked curiously: "Isn't your master uncle traveling all the year round? He even came to the mortal world?"

Ning Xingyuan frowned, "The bloody aura on his body is very strong."

Chu Linyuan touched his nose, "Master Uncle, he is an old man who practiced the way of killing."

Yan Jinzhou was very interested and said, "Why do you call the beauty an old man? It's so impolite. How old is he?"

"More than 400 years old, close to [-] years old, right?" Chu Linyuan asked uncertainly.

"Oh, that is indeed an old man." Yan Jinzhou curled his lips in a lack of interest.

Ming Sang interrupted their discussion, "How should this strange beast be arranged?"

The huge beast was slapped unconscious by Master Uncle's palm, with a big bump on its head, one paw covering its forehead and whimpering, two tears still hanging from its small eyes that couldn't be shed.

Ning Xingyuan and the others: "..."

"It's not right for such strange beasts to stay in the mortal world, it's better to bring them back to the Seventeen States." Ning Xingyuan took out a beast-binding ring from the ring, and buckled it on one of the strange beast's feet.

"Can you understand human speech?" Ning Xingyuan looked at it expressionlessly.

The strange beast nodded aggrievedly while covering its forehead.

"Get smaller and come back to Seventeen States with us." Ning Xingyuan said.

Because of the bondage circle, the strange beast shrank reluctantly.

Yan Jinzhou covered his eyes in pain and leaned on Ming Sang's shoulder, shouting: "No, no, it's too ugly. I've never seen such an ugly thing when I grow up!"

Sang Yun said to the strange beast, "Be a little cuter."

The strange beast bared its teeth at her, and was hit on the head by Chu Linyuan's fist.

At this time, a small farm dog happened to pass by. Seeing the six-legged monster, it whimpered and jumped away with its tail between its legs.

The strange beast rolled its eyes, and turned into a big black dog following the appearance of the little dog.

"Dogs aren't that big." Yan Jinzhou kept leaning against Ming Sang, but Ming Sang stepped forward to avoid her, and said to the strange beast with a serious expression, "You can make it smaller."

The strange beast snorted impatiently and became the size of an ordinary dog. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he roared at Ning Xingyuan, but the sound of the barking was completely devoid of majesty.

"Wang Wang!"

Ning Xingyuan patted it on the head, "The Ning Mansion happens to be short of a gatekeeper, and you are the only one."

"Woof!" The strange beast was furious, and bit Ning Xingyuan's hand tightly.

"Go far!"

"Shut up!"

"You've turned into a dog and you're so fierce? Let's eat it."

"Amitabha, no."

"Forget it, go back first."

Some people pulled Ning Xingyuan's hand, some pulled the dog's tail, some angrily beat the dog's head, and there were some who tried to influence the dog by chanting sutras. Several people yelled at a dog. Ning Xingyuan looked helpless and even dragged the dog with him. Together they entered the entrance back to Seventeen States.

"Ning Xingyuan!" A small voice came from behind a few people, but a group of people were clamoring and couldn't hear it clearly.

Yan Jinzhou dragged the dog's tail and landed at the end, turning his head in a daze, but the entrance had been closed for the most part, and only half a blurry figure could be seen.