Zhuxian Ertianhuo

Yan Xiaoan has been bathed in snake blood now, and his body is full of bloody smell. It seems that he is a living target for monsters in these [-] mountains.Nuo Da a forest but do not know where he is going to go out.

Yan Xiaoan already had a place to go in his heart.

Go back and forth along the way, galloping all the way.Yan Xiaoan felt much more relaxed and faster than when he came here, perhaps because he recovered greatly after eating those strange-tasting snake meat, so he didn't care.

Finally, he came to that strange stone statue, stood still on the fork in the road, and kept staring at the mysterious pink steaming mist.

At this time, it was almost noon, the sun was scorching, and the remaining coldness in Yan Xiaoan's body was quietly dormant.

The smog is also like the cold air. It doesn't look as wide as it was when I saw it for the first time, but the color is deeper, but Yan Xiaoan knows in his heart that this is the time when the miasma is the thickest, and it is steaming under the scorching sun. Intensified, there was no wind in the air, and the dense miasma could not be dissipated, but the situation forced him to come here.

Yan Xiaoan gritted her teeth, and without hesitation, ran straight into the mist.

Yan Xiaoan heard from the hunters in Qilidong, and read it in books, that miasma is mostly emitted by the piled up and decomposed animal corpses, and it dissipates all the time in the forest. It can always exist because there is a constant source underground. Spit out miasma.And this source is generally not large.Therefore, the miasma barrier will not be too thick, and there must be places in the depths where no miasma exists.

That depth is where Yan Xiaoan is going.

I saw Yan Xiaoan running wildly all the way, when he was less than two feet away from the miasma, the spiritual energy surged wildly, and a gust of wind suddenly rose around him.He rushed straight into the pink miasma without fear of death, and the pink miasma scattered to both sides as if being torn apart from the middle by two big hands.

In this way, Yan Xiaoan was already dizzy for a while when he ran less than five feet away, his face was dripping with sweat, and the sweat washed down one by one, and immediately turned into a hideous and terrifying big painted face.With Yan Xiaoan's cultivation base, the hurricane produced by the aura released outside has already exceeded the load.If the miasma is not over, I'm afraid he will confess to this miasma.

Sure enough, there is no extreme, or there is no unparalleled road.Just when Yan Xiaoan was about to lose his hold and fell to the ground, a ray of sunlight tore through the mist and unscrupulously sprinkled on his blood-stained face.

Yan Xiaoan seemed to be born again, lying relaxed on the ground full of weeds and leaves, gasping for breath, but a smile came out unconsciously on his face, it was initially safe to get here, the mysterious Taoist left, and monsters could not enter to here.All he had to do now was to wait for his uncle to find him, and then he could go home safely.

After Yan Xiaoan came back to his senses and rested, he stood up and began to look around.The way it came from was already filled with pink mist, and the passageway disappeared long ago. Yan Xiaoan calculated in his heart that this miasma wall should be nearly seven feet thick, and he couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Looking forward again, there are ruins and ruins in sight, and strange stone statues can be seen everywhere, but they are better than the ones outside.The distribution is also much denser than outside, and it is easy to find one or several stone statues standing in the center of the forest.

When he walked to the ruins of the houses in the forest, he found that there seemed to be a relic in the shape of an altar or a temple, a circle of ruined walls that were tall or short, large or small, clearly forming a circle, like stars A relatively complete stone house in the center is surrounded like a crescent moon. The white stone is the seat, which is tens of feet long and wide. A dozen or so floors of stone steps lead to a big house built on the stone seat.

Obviously, this place has been abandoned for a long time. Under the erosion of wind, frost, rain and snow for many years, the surrounding houses have long been dilapidated. Only the house in the middle that looks like an altar or a temple looks basically intact, except for those stone-built houses. Outside the hard house, it is also mottled and dilapidated, it is extremely old, and there is a disillusioned atmosphere everywhere.

Yan Xiao'an went straight into the altar, and saw that the inside was about three feet wide, which was quite wide.There is only one statue standing in the middle.It was still that kind of statue, only smaller and more delicate than the ones Yan Xiaoan had seen before.After Yan Xiaoan saw this little one, he was almost certain that these statues were the same as his uncle's, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances. Just when he was about to look back, he suddenly found something flashing red light at the feet of the statue. .Yan Xiaoan picked it up with her body, and it turned out to be a piece of jade.

I saw this piece of jade was dark red in color, ruddy in color, ancient and clumsy in shape, like a dragon, with its mouth open and its claws dancing. There were strange patterns carved on the body of the jade, but I don't know what its meaning is.The strangest thing is that the dragon's eyes of this dragon-shaped jade ring are sunken inwards. Although it is a small hole, but with the shape of the dragon ring, there is a faint vitality emanating from it, almost as if it is about to come alive. , and even Sri Lanka.

Yan Xiaoan took him into his arms, thinking that his uncle usually likes to play with these jade objects, so it would be a good time to give them to him when he goes back.

Immediately, he sat cross-legged in the altar, put the snake meat aside, and meditated to dispel the cold air.

Time is like flowing water, the sun is setting in the blink of an eye, and dusk is coming.

The sky suddenly darkened and the temperature plummeted.

A gust of cold wind blew into the altar, Yan Xiaoan shivered involuntarily, slowly opened his eyes, and frowned, the last trace of cold air was like a maggot attached to the bone, and it couldn't be dispelled for a while.

Can't help thinking: The temperature difference between day and night in this forest is huge, and it will freeze to death in the middle of the night.It's only my fault that my cultivation base is superficial, if I go deeper, it won't be like this.

Yan Xiaoan looked out of the door, seeing the cold wind whizzing by, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this trial was so twists and turns, and he was so weak.Reluctantly got up and walked out of the altar.

If there are no monsters to enter this ruin, let's start a fire.Yan Xiaoan was going to find the most leaves in the dense forest, but gave up after searching for a while.There is no other reason. It rains every two days here. Although there are many leaves, except for the top layer is dry, the bottom layer is wet. freeze to death.

But fortunately, although the leaves did not work, a lot of broken branches were found near the altar, and the strange thing was that there were still a lot of logs and planks.

It was dark.Dark clouds cover the moon.

Yan Xiaoan lit a fire next to the door in the altar, because there was a big hole in the back of the house, and there were several big holes in the roof, but the door was the most leeward, Yan Xiaoan was really worried that the dilapidated house would collapse suddenly.Yan Xiaoan yawned, adding firewood from time to time to warm his cold body.Pierce a piece of snake meat with a branch, put it on the fire, and roast it.Perhaps the ruins were so old that the wood was in such a bad state that it would burn out after a while after being put into the fire.

Yan Xiaoan casually picked up another broken board and was about to throw it into the fire.Suddenly, I felt that my hand was slightly heavy, and there was a trace of coldness, something was wrong.Yan Xiaoan took advantage of the firelight to look at it for a while, only to see that the wooden board was black, and he didn't know what material it was made of.After turning it over, I suddenly found some words engraved on it.

Yan Xiaoan was curious for a moment, couldn't help not burning it, and looked at it carefully.The characters above are very strange, neither belonging to the Central Plains nor common to the five ethnic groups.Fortunately, Yan Xiaoan was forced by his uncle to read all kinds of books since he was a child. His uncle taught him this kind of language, so he was very impressed, and this time he couldn't help but read it.

"Heaven and earth are not benevolent, treat everything as a straw dog..."

Yan Xiaoan was startled, isn't this the first line of a scripture that his uncle taught him at that time?

Yan Xiaoan hurriedly looked down, and silently remembered it in her heart.

Suddenly, the light of the fire dimmed, and I was fascinated by it. I haven't added firewood for a long time, and the fire is about to go out!When Yan Xiaoan saw it, a trace of reluctance appeared on his face, but he still stretched out his hand and threw the board into the fire.In fact, Yan Xiaoan's idea is very simple. Anyway, he has already remembered that if the fire goes out, he will not survive tonight.

Yan Xiaoan was really startled when the wooden planks were about to put out the fire when they entered the fire.But in an instant, several large flames shot out from the side of the board, burning unprecedentedly.Only then did Yan Xiaoan feel relieved, turned around and rummaged through the boards, and found two more boards that were the same as before. After Yan Xiaoan read and wrote them down, they also threw them into the fire, and the fire was raging again, crackling and jumping , Yan Xiaoan, who was covered in blood, was like a hell Shura.

I don't know when a bright moon hangs high in the sky.Maybe Yan Xiaoan looked too seriously, and only now found out.

Yan Xiaoan looked up at the moon, the moon was as round as a disk, and the silver light was shining down.It was quite a poetic scene.

But Yan Xiaoan frowned heavily.He was counting the days, and he vaguely remembered that the moon had only just shown its fangs two days before he came.It's been so long since I left home, and I don't know when my uncle will find me.

In the current day, this board is just enough to burn tonight, and if you save the snake meat, you can still eat it for a few days.If the unmentionable disease gets better within a few days, I still have to collect the leaves tomorrow, but the leaves need to be protected from wind and rain, but the altar is too broken, so I don’t know where to put the collected leaves.

Yan Xiaoan thought about it and turned around to look for it in a ruined wall under the moonlight.As far as the eye can see, the stone house is dilapidated, but even so, there are still a few places that can shelter from the wind and rain.

Suddenly, a red light flashed in one of them.Yan Xiaoan was startled, and looked intently, it was as if a bowl of thunder exploded in his mind, so frightened that he almost jumped into the fire.

A tall and thin figure slowly emerged under the moonlight, with a fairy sword on his back, and a terrifying yin and yang face, but at this time most of the red skin on his face had faded.

It was that mysterious Taoist!

The mysterious Taoist walked towards Yan Xiao'an slowly, looking unhurried, and said, "I didn't expect you to be alive. Then I can't keep you." His tone was not lukewarm, as if there was no trace of emotion.

Yan Xiaoan has fallen to the bottom of the valley.Scolding himself for being stupid, isn't the place where he can hide from monsters like this the most likely place for him?There was a long sigh in my heart, but if I didn't come here, where should I hide?Is it doomed?It seems that today is doomed.

There was a dragon's roar, and the mysterious Taoist's back unsheathed the fairy sword.The mysterious Taoist made a tactic with one hand, and the fairy sword circled in the sky, and it was about to run towards Yan Xiaoan.Yan Xiaoan basically didn't react, he didn't think he could resist or dodge the sword of the 3000-year-old Golden Flower Python.He just stood up and took a step back, but he didn't hide behind the door. He calmly raised his head and looked at the full moon in the sky, as if he was looking at the world for the last time before he died, but his hand quietly touched the snake's teeth on his waist.

At this moment, "Eh?" The mysterious Daoist let out a sigh, and suddenly raised his head to look at the moon, and the fairy sword on his head was also relieved.

But Yan Xiaoan suddenly widened his eyes wide, with an expression of disbelief.

A ray of blue light passed by the moon, as if carrying endless power from the boundless void, passing through light and darkness, heading straight for the ruins.

"Uncle! Uncle!" Yan Xiaoan yelled wildly in his heart, his joy was uncontrollable.He had no doubt that it must be his uncle who came to take care of him.

In two breaths, Qing Guang rushed forward.The blue light was coming so violently, like a meteor falling to the ground, it suddenly fell three feet away from the mysterious person, and the strong wind blew earth and rocks into the air.When the wind subsided and the dust cleared, and the mist dispersed, the person who came slowly stood upright, whose body sank slightly due to the buffer, and sure enough, it was Yan Hui in a green robe!

The mysterious man looked at Yan Hui coldly, with the sword hanging on his head but not sending out.

Yan Hui glanced at Yan Xiaoan, who was covered in blood, and immediately withdrew his gaze, looking up and down at the mysterious man.A blue light loomed in the sleeve robe, and the killing intent was undisguised, his eyes were full of surprise, and his brows slowly frowned.

For a long time, no one spoke, including Yan Xiaoan.

The atmosphere is very depressing, with the feeling before the storm.They just looked at each other.

In the ecstasy of Yan Xiaoan's heart, he wanted to run to his uncle quickly, but when he saw his uncle's eyes, he immediately retracted his steps. As the air in the field gradually condensed, he dared not take a step closer, let alone call for help, didn't he? It was because of fear, but because he knew that once the mysterious Taoist found out the relationship between him and his uncle, if he was used as a coercion and his uncle threw him under the trap, none of them would survive.

The breaths of the two collided with each other, and they couldn't stand each other, the cold murderous aura pierced into the bone marrow, while Yan Xiaoan in the distance was already pressed tightly against the shrine in the house, breathing was difficult, the heartbeat could be heard clearly, and the sweat was already flowing to the tip of his nose .

Clouds come and go, flickering light and then dark, where the wind blows, Xiao Xiao's killing spirit has reached its peak.

Both of them are like bowstrings stretched tight, maybe in the next moment, it will be a life-and-death battle.Suddenly, Yan Hui broke the silence, and slowly spit out two words, but each word was paused, every word was shocking.

"Cangsong?"

The mysterious Taoist raised his eyebrows sharply, and the celestial sword flickered for a while. It was obvious that these two words had pierced some nerves in him.

The mysterious Taoist took a step forward and said sternly, "Who are you? How do you know me?" The fairy sword trembled violently, and it was obvious that it would shoot out as soon as he had a thought.

Yan Hui just smiled lightly, his murderous aura didn't decrease by half, and said: "Master Cangsong is indeed a nobleman who forgets things a lot. We also met several times back then. But it's no wonder that so many years have passed, and you wouldn't think about it." Remember me, the little guy." Yan paused, and said again: "But, you should still remember it!" As she said, she rolled up her cuffs, raised her right hand, and under the moonlight, a simple and simple ring was revealed, shining light blue. Light.

Cang Song's eyes were fixed, his heart trembled, and he blurted out: "Qian Kun Qingguang Ring!"

Yan Hui smiled again, and said, "I am the Azure Dragon Envoy of the Ghost King Sect."

Before Cangsong could react, Yan Xiaoan was startled.He was taught by his uncle since he was a child, the situation in the world is naturally clear, there are two ways of good and evil, big and small aristocratic families.But he didn't know until now that his uncle was actually the Qinglong envoy of the demon king's sect.In the past, Yan Xiaoan also asked his uncle, where did the Taoism he cultivated come from, and whether he belonged to righteousness or evil, but his uncle only said that Taoism followed nature, so what is the difference between them?The rest are the same as asking about his life experience, pretending not to answer.I didn't expect to learn of such an amazing identity suddenly today, how could I not be surprised?

Cang Song was stunned for a long while, then he chuckled, with a look of arrogance in his cold expression, but a hint of sadness in his tone: "Unexpectedly, Qinglong, Qinglong, hey, there is another one missing."

Sighing slightly, he said, "I don't know what happened to the Qinglong envoy?"

Yan Hui paused word by word, "Come here to kill you!" After the lingering sound, Yan Hui suddenly shot, turned into a dazzling blue light, and pierced straight towards the pine tree like an off-string arrow.

The war broke out suddenly.Cang Song didn't react too slowly, he raised his hand to hold the fairy sword in his hand, and slashed down on his head.With a dignified face, he was not as casual as he was with Yan Xiaoan.

Yan Xiaoan saw the fighting started, without hesitation, turned around and hid in the depths of the altar.This level of fighting is not something he can participate in.

After hiding, Yan Xiaoan looked out along the door of the altar.As far as the eyes can see, the two figures have disappeared, the wind is dancing, and the light is dazzling. Under the vast sky and night, two groups of extremely dazzling light groups have floated above the night sky, both of which are blue lights, and one is dazzling. And eye-catching, a deep and thick.

Two balls of light swirled rapidly in the sky, their swords glowed brilliantly, illuminating all directions, all kinds of unimaginably powerful Taoist secrets, overwhelming the power of heaven and earth, attacking each other mercilessly like thunder and lightning.

Yan Xiaoan's eyes were straightened and he was stunned. This was the first time in his life that he saw a decisive battle of a real master of Taoism.During the fierce battle, from time to time, a few bright sharp swordsmanships fell uncontrollably, and fell on the surrounding dense forests and ruins. Those ancient trees and stone houses that seemed to have experienced thousands of years of wind and frost suddenly collapsed. , Under the power of this supreme true law, they collapsed one after another, without the slightest resistance.

In the fierce battle in the sky, every time a ray of true power hit the altar where he was hiding, he would also tremble violently, but for some reason, it was just a violent shake, other than that, he looked ancient. The dilapidated altar was actually quite strong, and there was no sign of disintegration like the other houses outside.It seemed that he was really right to hide here.

At this moment, between the heaven and the earth, there was a chill, and the fierce battle under the moonlight had reached its fiercest moment. Yan Hui was like an incarnation of the God of War, advancing and retreating with power and flexibility, as if every blow was like water hitting three thousand miles, piercing Clouds and rocks are endless, eye-catching; in comparison, the clear light of the pines is slightly dim, but that piece of clear light is like a bright moon, like autumn water, fierce and fierce, and it is powerful in Yanhui, but it is endless In such a situation, it seems that neither side can quickly overwhelm the opponent.

The two were fighting inextricably, and there was a deafening whistle from the sword aura all over the sky.Cang Song fought hard with his sword, flicking Yan Hui away.

Suddenly, the sword light all over the sky was withdrawn like a long whale absorbing water, revealing the figure of Cangsong and the dazzlingly clear sword.

The two separated for the first time, but Cang Song yelled, "Okay! The younger generation has such morals and deeds."With the left hand making a tactic, the right hand pointing at the sky with a sword, stepping on the seven stars in the void under the feet, chanting words:

Nine Heavens Profound Brake!

Turn into thunder!

But after listening to these two sentences, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and it floated from nowhere, maybe it was a dark cloud that appeared out of thin air, instantly covering the sky and the bright moon.The sky and the earth are steep and dark.

Brilliant Tianwei!

Billowing dark clouds, churning like ink, are very low, with traces of thunder and lightning flickering, light and dark interlaced.

Lead it with a sword!

Yan Hui was startled, but showed no signs of fear.When Cangsong just stepped out of the seven-star step and said the first formula, he had already reacted.

Yan Hui raised his right hand high, and the blue light ring shone brightly. At this moment, it was like a bright blue moon under the dark clouds.

The universe is clear!

Honor me!

Cover the sky with one palm!

Obsessed with souls!

Although I haven't seen any attack method of this true art, but suddenly the world is full of the power of this supreme true law, endless mountains, vast land, all crawling.

Just when the pines "led by the sword" had just fallen, thousands of thunderbolts were about to fall.Yan Hui held the sky with his right hand, and made a tactic with his left hand.At this moment, a blue light flashed in his eyes, looking at Cangsong he frowned slightly, the right hand that was lifting suddenly changed suddenly, and pointed like a sword, piercing Cangsong's eyebrows viciously across the void!

In an instant, time stood still, and the world held its breath.

Click!It was as if a certain string between the heaven and the earth broke suddenly, and the sky was full of thunder.

For a moment, the ruins seemed to be condemned by the gods, thunderbolts and dust flew up.At this time, no matter how strong the altar is, it cannot withstand such power.The roof of the altar was pierced instantly, and rocks rolled down. Before Yan Xiaoan could react, he was stunned by the lightning that followed.The altar just shook twice and collapsed.

Taoist Cangsong, who was powerful for a while, also fell straight from the sky like a gravel.The moment he fell on his back, the dark clouds dissipated, and the thunder stopped suddenly.

Yan Hui's face was pale and bloodless, without even looking at Cangsong, he flew straight to the altar.Before he could stand still, he staggered for a while, and spit out a big mouthful of blood with a wow, and he was also seriously injured.But Yan Hui didn't care, and desperately turned over the rocks with an urgent expression.