Jian Zun, your sword spirit is the villain!

Baichuan Jianling lay at the bottom of the pit, thinking about Jiansheng seriously.

Sword Spirit couldn't figure it out.

Before half a cup of tea, he was still comfortably dozing in the Jiange, a salty fish sword without ambition.

How could he fall into such a dangerous situation in such a dazed effort.

Bai Chuanjian looked at the sun for a while, and the wind fluttered in his eyes, and it was falling towards the two people outside the pit.

Chu Lanyin stood by the pit with her hands down, her eyelids half drooping, as if she was sleepy.

He was wearing a white satin jacket, covered with a thin crow-blue gauze dress, like soft smoke, which matched his thin shoulders and skin like Shengxue.

The broken hair on the forehead let the breeze blow, revealing the flushed eye corners, resembling the sickly beauty in the picture book.

But in the eyes of Baichuan Jianling, it didn't look like this.

Sword spirits have a different appreciation of appearance than humans.

To be strong, or vigorous and agile, this is their pursuit of appearance.

So for the first time, when Bai Chuanjian climbed up from the pit, he blurted out: "Boss, why are you so ugly?"

Then he got kicked.

The bell on Chu Lanyin's ankle jingled.

The bell of Baichuan Sword Spirit was also ringing.

It's just that his spirit ring is set on his arm, and it is tightly embedded in the strong muscles, and a string of small silver bells is abruptly worn by him in an arm-bound posture.

"Boss, why are you so angry?" Bai Chuanjian didn't care, supported his waist, and continued to climb up.

While crawling, he thought to himself: "Could it be that you have been widowed for too long? I said earlier that there are no sword masters anywhere in the world. The second spring will be held next year. Five terms are not too much, and ten terms are too little. Without it, thank you!" Cangshan, there are more people. We are sword spirits, the most important thing is to have fun... Oh my god, thank you Sword Master!"

Cangshan stood beside Chu Lanyin, with kind eyes, and frightened Baichuan back to the bottom of the pit with his hands.

I don't know if there will be a second spring, but it is obvious to score twice.

When Baichuanjian finally came up from the pit, he finally understood that silence is the best weapon to protect himself at present.

It's just that the mouth can't control it, but the eyes can't control it.

The sword spirit's eyes flicked back and forth between Chu Lanyin and Cangshan.

In Bai Chuan's eyes, the intertwined spiritual lines are still in a familiar direction, as if the time has been pulled back hundreds of years ago.

At that time, Lan Yinjian had just come out of the abyss of Litian, and the whole sword spirit was very closed. He was held by Xie Cangshan's side, and what he wore was arranged by the sword master.

In fact, it is just a slightly softer kudzu clothes, without other pearls, just take two locks of hair from the temples and put them back on the head, and pinned a golden sweet-scented osmanthus from a tree by the side of the road.

The light yellow sweet-scented osmanthus swayed like rain, dotted with stars, falling on the shoulders of the two of them.

That was the first time that Baichuan saw Lan Yinjian's spiritual line stretched, soft and light, like a silk ribbon rising and falling with the wind.

Unlike now, the spiritual thread has many dead knots, and the end seems to have been scorched, leaving a little bit of unextinguished fire, but it is condensed in the frost.

"What's going on with the Immortal League now?" Chu Lanyin cut to the chase, "Why are you fighting with the demons?"

Dao and demons have lived in peace for thousands of years, but this battle came so suddenly that the Immortal Sect in the World was unprepared and was caught off guard.

"Because the old devil is dead." Bai Chuanjian opened his mouth and came, "In the past few years, the spiritual energy of the earth veins in their place has been leaking so much that they have been greedy for more than a day or two. Five months ago, the number one general of the demon race crossed the catastrophe Successfully turned around and poisoned the demon lord, helped a little demon cub to the top, originally out of ten demon generals, there were eight main battlers, and the old demon lord used to suppress him, but now that he is gone, it is not uncommon to fight."

Baichuan is worthy of being the sword spirit who follows the lord of the Immortal Dao, and he explained the cause and effect clearly in a few words.

"The demon clan has a great demon with a transcending tribulation cultivation base, and the Immortal Dao League didn't respond in advance, and set up a monk's line of defense?"

"It's not completely absent." Bai Chuanjian thought for a while, and said: "But it's mainly at Luoyang Pass. After all, in our Taihui world, the human race has the deepest cause and effect. Don't mention us, even the big devil will not easily kill."

The cause and effect are calculated on the karma board, but reincarnation is forgotten in the reincarnation table.

Taihui Heaven favors the human race, killing is tantamount to indiscriminate life, perverse actions, blood debts accumulate to a certain extent, although not necessarily fulfilled immediately, luck will also be affected invisibly, and will be doubled when crossing the catastrophe.

"But the monk jumped out of the karma plate with half his body. Killing the monk is not considered karma, so they think that if the demons want to fight, they will also leave from Luoyang Pass. The natural danger is even stronger."

but it is not the truth.

Luoyangguan's army line was empty, and Shenlongguan was filled with mourning and blood rain.

In today's cultivating sects, most of them practice tranquility and inaction, and the strict ones don't even allow their disciples to set foot in the world of mortals.

So according to Baichuan Sword Spirit, the monks sent to Luoyang Pass alone are already half of the family property of the Immortal Dao League.

Shenlong Pass is thousands of miles away from Luoyang Pass. When Yinkeng was eating people, the support from Luoyang Pass was still rushing here.

"Wait." Chu Lan heard something was wrong: "There is a large teleportation formation between Shenlongguan and Luoyangguan, why didn't it activate?"

Luoyang Pass or Shenlong Pass is the only way for the two worlds of humans and demons to pass through.

Back then, the elders of the Immortal Dao League took precautions, thinking that the distance between the two places was too far away, and there would be a risk of being attacked from the east, so they invited monks who were proficient in formations to develop an unprecedented large-capacity teleportation formation.

Chu Lanyin personally participated in the formation of the formation.

At the beginning, they estimated that this teleportation formation would last at least 200 years, and could transport 1 people at a time. In order to prevent accidents, they set up a spare independent small formation. Can be activated with human power on the second spiritual line.

"I don't know that."

Baichuan Sword Spirit said aggrievedly: "Boss, it takes a lot of brains to understand what they say, I prefer to sleep in the scabbard."

Su Zhiya was also extremely surprised when he heard Baichuan's words.

He didn't even know about the teleportation array at all, and then he became worried again: "If you tell us this, you won't be punished by the Immortal League?"

The tall and burly man Jianling suddenly wiped his tears with his sleeves, possessed a playful spirit, and cried: "You guys forced me to do that! I can't resist Lan Yinjian's coercion, and I can't tell lies. Wow!"

Chu Lanyin waved her hand: "You rest."

Baichuan Sword Spirit's eyes lit up, "Boss, Boss, then I can go..."

"No." Chu Lanyin denied, "Except Xishan, other places are up to you."

"But I really miss the hot springs on Xishan Mountain." Baichuan Jianling muttered, and was suddenly attracted by a group of young disciples who were poking around outside the door.

In his eyes, although the spiritual lines of these disciples are few, the spiritual energy inside is as clear as jade, and it is very comfortable to look at it.

"Hey, look here! I am Baichuan Sword Spirit, how are you fellow daoists!" He greeted, "Are you interested in listening to me tell a beautiful love story?"

The five big and three thick sword spirits stood there, like an earthen wall, with arms as thick as big tree poles, and a wide and long sword body on their backs.

The disciples shrank back one after another.

Baichuan Sword Spirit couldn't feel their emotions at all, and still looked in their direction expectantly.

After a long time, a courageous disciple finally poked his head out and said, "Then invite Senior Baichuan to come with us."

Seeing them like this, Li Pu'er couldn't let go of his heart, so he wanted to follow them. After running a few steps, he suddenly realized that he couldn't stay too far away from Chu Lanyin.

While hesitating, a slant of spiritual power hit his forehead.

A spirit pattern is imprinted on Li Pu'er's forehead.

Chu Lanyin said: "Go, it's enough for you to run all over the mountain today."

Su Zhiya also needs to check the affairs of the sect, he has never done this before, and now the speed of catching ducks on the shelves is relatively slow, but it is better than being careful.

After checking a few follow-up matters, Elder Su also left.

Chu Lanyin stood there for a while, and was about to go back to the house, but her shoulders sank.

Cangshan put a collar of snow-white fox fur on him, and said, "The wind is strong."

The fox fur was soft and white, wrapping Chu Lanyin into a ball, and covering him with the chilling aura of cold blades all over his body.

Chu Lanyin stared straight at Cangshan and said, "You misunderstood, I'm not afraid of the cold."

Cangshan said: "Yes, I know."

Then you still wear this for me?

Chu Lanyin frowned, looking at the silly expression on her face.

But soon he discovered the difference in this fox fur.

Sword spirits have no body temperature, so no matter how many clothes they wear, they can't cover their cold bodies.

But there is something rare hidden in this collared fur coat, which can generate heat by itself after wearing it, and use external force to warm the spirit body.

"Creatures like things that are hot, but if you stick them too close, you will get burned. You should slowly learn how to keep yourself warm."

Cang Shan went around to the front, carefully tied the fox fur tie for him, and pulled his long hair out from the collar, passing through his fingertips like water blue silk, like a black and smooth satin falling down.

He leaned back slightly, looked at it for a moment, and then smiled: "This is not an example, and it will not be allowed in the future."

The smile spread from the corners of the lips to the corners of the eyes and brows, deeply filling the eyes.

Sword Spirit actually cares a lot about the appearance of the body and the transformation form.

"nice."

He repeated it unabashedly: "It looks good."

Chu Lanyin just wanted to say: Why are you a tree branch like a sour old man, the sword spirit is not so particular.

But unexpectedly, he choked on such a compliment before the words could come out.

I couldn't say it anymore.

Sword Spirit glanced away, not knowing how to respond.

He somewhat admired the wooden man.

...Is this the great wisdom of speaking?

Cangshan is still waiting patiently.

After a while, Jian Ling replied in a muffled voice: "Oh, I see."

Ningzhou, Xiandao League.

In the main hall of Zhaoming, the chief and deputy lords, the ministers in charge, the consuls of each sub-altar, the thirteen elders and their direct disciples gathered together.

Gu Shengyang sat in the main seat, with a battle report in his hand, his brows were furrowed.

The people below were already filled with righteous indignation.

"It's unreasonable, that sword spirit is about to turn the sky upside down!"

"The demonic army is approaching the city. If he suddenly went mad with his Lan Yin sword and removed the weapons of our monks, wouldn't it be equivalent to surrendering to the enemy? If such a fierce spiritual creature is not taken into custody in time, it will cause future troubles."

"Linghua Sect is too relentless, and it's not that we force them to resist the demons, but we are willing to go, and our sect is not up to date, so you still blame us?"

"Why did such a powerful sword spirit go so long ago? Why didn't he see Chu Lanyin on the battlefield? Now he is running out to make trouble. I'm afraid it's not because he has a selfish desire to ask for credit."

"Chu Lanyin said that breaking the sky is nothing more than a sword, and it is designed to defeat our sword cultivators. Otherwise, he will kill the demons, and he will use the sword to stop the war. Can he?!"

"He really can."

A pearl-like voice sounded.

Everyone looked sideways, and it was Su Fu, the deputy leader of the Immortal Dao League who was speaking.

Su Fu was dressed in white, and his long hair was also silver-white. His voice was sweet, but his tone was cold. With a wave of his hand, the blood-stained battle report fell lightly in front of everyone.

"The demons sent envoys here." Su Fu said, "It is said that I have admired Xie Jianzun's name for a long time, and I want to invite Lan Yinjian to pay my respects."

A certain elder said angrily: "Nonsense, the Lan Yin sword is also a thing of the fairy sect after all, and they can go wherever they want!"

Vice President Su sneered: "...and would like to cease fighting for ten days to welcome Lan Yin's sword into the Demon Realm."

The audience was suddenly silent.

After a long time, someone hesitated.

"This……"

"The ten-day truce is indeed..."

"Everyone, don't forget." Vice President Su raised his eyes and said, "Lan Yin Sword Spirit still has an elemental spirit."

This man had a luxurious solid-color dust whisk under his arm, matched with his clothes and hair, making Su Fu look like he was carved from ice and snow. He reminded in a cold voice: "If you get it, you can ascend to immortality."

The corresponding voice appeared.

"No, then he can't go to the Demon Realm like this!"

"Yuan Ling must not let the demons get it!"

"There is still one Transcendence Tribulation in the Demon General, and the three are combined. If another one is ascended, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

Gu Shengyang suddenly stood up.

He moved too much and got up too quickly, and the large chair behind him was suddenly pushed back a few inches due to the huge force.

The heavy wooden chair legs rubbed against the ground, making a sharp sound, piercing everyone's hearts like an awl.

"Master Gu, what are you going to do?"

The monk in white still sat firmly, his pale pupils fixed on Gu Shengyang's figure.

"Go to Ling Huazong."

Gu Shengyang took a deep breath and said, "Please."