Chapter 80 9.16 (28)

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date="2020-12-24"

title="Chapter 80 9.16 (28) "

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series = ["My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World"]

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The meaning of wanting to help, his cultivation level is not high now, it is difficult to play a big role in the battle, but he can use what he has learned in a smaller battlefield.

After all, they are for the right way of the human race, even mortals, even low-level monks, they belong to the human race and the right way.

Wei Zhentu saw that Ruan Jiu intends to stay, of course he would not leave, but Jingyue and Qin Yanzhi still had important matters and had to leave first.

The crowd sent Jingyue and Qin Yanzhi to the gate of the city. Jingyue turned around and said, "Everyone, stay."

Chen Guo said anxiously: "Let's see our ancestors off again, and we don't know when we will see you again today."

Ruan Jiu and Wei Zhentu glanced at each other and both agreed.

He looked at the half-destroyed gate of Dari City, and said, "As long as we can survive the devil's calamity safely, we will be able to see you again. Time is running out, let's go one step ahead."

After speaking, Canglan was called out, and the sword flew into the sky with Qin Yanzhi.

When they disappeared, Chen Guo murmured, "Magic Tribulation, can it really pass?"

"Yes!" Ruan Jiu said affirmatively: "The right path is of one heart, this calamity will be over!"

Chen Guo was taken aback, nodding his head and said: "Yes! This catastrophe must be over!"

In the next few days, Jingyue and Qin Yanzhi rushed to Central Continent at the same time. At the same time, they also sent letters to various schools and factions to inform everyone that they had successfully obtained the merits and stone hearts.

Cold Cloud Sect.

Yiye came to the Patriarch's Palace again, and Cheng Nian was still with him.

The two respectfully put the incense on the portrait of Jing Yuan, and then walked to the portrait of Yi Nian. After the incense was put on, One Leaf suddenly said: "Big brother, I was low in the last demon battle. Brother won't let me go with me. This time, I can finally fight side by side with you."

Cheng Nian was taken aback when he heard it. He didn't know what the ancestor said. Just about to ask, Yiye had already turned and went to the portrait of Yi Wang.

He stared at the person on the portrait for a long time, and motioned to Cheng Nian to incense with him.

In the smoke, Yiye suddenly asked Cheng Nian, "Your sword is called Taihao, and the second brother's sword is called Taiqing. Do you know what my sword is called?"

Cheng Nian shook his head. He had been with Yiye for more than a thousand years. He had seen Yiye various weapons and magic weapons, but he had never seen Yiye's sword.

The next moment, saw a dark blue sword in Yiye's hand. The sword was slender and soft, but there is no doubt that when this sword is out, it must be a deadly sword that sees the blood seal.

Yiye Yichang changed his former style, with a solemn expression, "My sword is called Tai Cang!"

As soon as the voice fell, Tai Cang let out a clear sword cry, and at the same time, Taihao on Cheng Nian's waist also trembled, as if responding to Tai Cang.

"In the past, Master gave us a sword to the three of our brothers and sisters, but now things are different, but my sword is still in my hand, and I will use my sword to keep Cold Cloud Sect prosperous for thousands of years!"

Yiye Jian pointed at the top of the temple and said loudly: "Send Cold Cloud Sect up and down, let's go!"

"Om—"

The Biyun Bell on Qingyun Peak didn't ring itself, the vigorous bell sounded along with Yiye's instructions to every corner of Cold Cloud Sect.

No matter where you are, no matter what your cultivation level is, every disciple puts down everything in his hands and arches his hands in the direction of the Patriarch's Hall, "Disciple's order!"

At the same time, the 100,000 cold mountains golden light array, the cold cloud sect's dusty protection mountain array, opened here!

Before Yiye, in the Sanjie Temple closer to Jingyue, Kongmiao had already received the letter.

He stood up from the futon, his skinny figure was still tall and straight, his eyes were as calm as the deep sea of ​​a quiet night, he walked out of the meditation room step by step and came to a large hall.

The towering hall with carved beams and painted buildings is grand and solemn. The walls are engraved with legends of the Buddha that have been passed down for thousands of years. Just looking at it makes one feel humble and dare not be a little slow.

And the plaque hanging on the top of the main hall is inlaid with three gleaming golden characters-Entering the Hall.

Entering into extinction means that the Buddha's body and the world's conditions are exhausted. Entering into the temple of extinction is the hall where the relics of the eminent monks of Sanjie Temple are stored.

Kongmiao slowed down and gently pushed open the door of the main hall.

The sunlight from the outside pours into the inside, driving away the shadows and paving a bright road.

Kongmiao stepped on the illuminated ground, leaving a long shadow.

He came to the front altar, where tablets and wooden boxes were sold, and each box contained a relic.

Kongmiao knelt for a long time, walked forward again, and dragged a wooden box from under the altar.

Among the wooden boxes, there is only a red cassock/cassette with a golden thread, which looks unremarkable, but it symbolizes the status and glory of the top monk of every generation of Sanjie Temple.

Kongmiao gently stroked the robes, her memory drifting as far away as ten thousand years ago.

At that time, Ding Yao Mountain had long been swallowed by the Sea of Blood of the Dead Mountain, and the sword marks left in the sky were slowly closing, announcing that the demon was over.

The sky was full of snow and rustling, raising Kong Miao who grew up really made the ** teacher sit in the blood on the ground, already exhausted.

Before passing away, I really asked the teacher to call Kongmiao's name, and the only thing he told him to do was to take off his robes/coat for himself.

Really: "Kongmiao, put on it."

Kong Miao: "But I—"

Really: "Put on!"

Zhenren's tone was too majestic, Kongmiao didn't dare to disobey, so she could only put her robes on her body carefully.

When he turned his head again, he saw a gratified smile on his wrinkled face, and said slowly: "From today onwards, Sanjie Temple will respect you."

Kong Miaocheng was apprehensive and knelt on her head, "The disciple respects life."

"Remember, your responsibility."

Kongmiao's voice became weaker and weaker. She couldn't help but burst into tears, choked up and said, "Disciple, you must remember."

For a long time, he didn't wait for Zhenren's answer, Kongmiao's heart suddenly burst, just as he was about to look up, he heard Zhenren sigh, "Child, I'm wronged you..."

The breeze rolled up a bodhi leaf into the temple, blowing it down to Kongmiao's feet.

Kongmiao came back to his senses, squeezed the robes/robes in his hands, then stood up, solemnly draped the robes/robes as before.

He strode out of the main hall, bathed in sunlight, and no longer looked at the entrance hall behind him.

——The disciples are not wronged. Peace in this world is the responsibility of the disciple!

The author has something to say: Yesterday, had been pitted for a day, and today committed gastritis. squatted so much. In fact, this chapter is not finished yet...

Forget it, let's put down the next chapter, I have to rest early, good night~

☆, 1.5

Upper Nanzhou, Los Angeles.

Because this city is not far from the Wanming Sword Sect, the city has always been bustling and bustling, but these days, the streets have suddenly become deserted.

As the story of the devil fetus has been raged, everyone knows that danger is at stake. Residents in the city try not to leave their homes without leaving their homes. Many businesses have closed their doors.

But there are always so many thorns in every city, and they always love to antagonize public opinion. Wang Changsheng is one of them.

He was born and raised in Luocheng, and his talent is not that good, but it is not bad. Because he was courageous and chivalrous since he was a child, he was given the nickname "King Daring" and he was also considered the number one person in Los Angeles.

At this moment, Wang Changsheng was walking swayingly on the street, with his own spirit eagle resting on his shoulders, and he was still humming a little song. It seemed that he was not afraid of the rumors at all, and he was happy.

Suddenly, Wang Changsheng met an acquaintance.

"Oh, isn't this Fellow Lin? Where are you going in such a hurry?"

The Daoyou Lin in his mouth was wearing an old robe. When he walked too fast, the hem of the robe kept being lifted, like a fallen leaf in the wind.

Lin Daoyou heard someone call him, he took a meal, and then he suddenly said, "It turned out to be Wang Daoyou, why are you still thinking about wandering?"

Wang Changsheng raised his head and looked at the sky, "Isn't it a pity if you don't stroll around on this great sun?"

Lin Daoyou couldn't help but admire, "Wang Daoyou is really good-hearted, and the catastrophe is approaching, and Wang Daoyou doesn't take it seriously."

"Cause? Are you talking about the devil's tire?" Wang Changsheng laughed loudly, "Hahaha, market rumors, why should Lin Daoyou take it seriously? I think my righteous cultivator's strength is far better than that of demonic cultivators, and my righteous luck is naturally in my right way. How can the birth of the devil's fetus be allowed? It's just a small trick of the devil's way, which makes people want to mess up!"

Lin Daoyou shook his head, "I'd rather believe it. I rushed to Xincheng, my younger brother, which is the nearest to Wanming Sword Sect. If something happens, it's safer."

Wang Changsheng: "How can it come out——"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Changsheng's eyes suddenly rounded. Upon seeing this, Lin Daoyou followed his line of sight and subconsciously grew his mouth.

I saw countless red cranes flying in the sky, and the number of them was tens of thousands. When the cranes passed over their heads, it seemed as if a cloud of clouds was over the city of Los Angeles, without a little sunlight.

Lin Daoyou: "Thousand Feathers..."

Only the Qianyu faction, one of the four major factions of Shangnanzhou, has kept so many red cranes as mounts!

Until the crane group disappeared without a trace, Wang Changsheng asked in a daze, "The Thousand Feathers faction is all dispatched? What happened?"

There was the humanity who ran out to watch the excitement: "What else can be, it must be related to the Devil's Tire. Looking at the battle of the Thousand Feathers, the righteous factions are afraid that they are about to do it."

Wang Changsheng was about to refute this person, and heard an exclamation from behind.

He turned his head and saw that a compass appeared in the sky. The compass was pure black with red borders. It was half the size of Los Angeles. Wang Changsheng recognized the origin of the compass-Xingluo Villa!

It is said that this thing is the most precious treasure of Xingluo Mountain Villa, with a formation engraved on it. Not to mention half-city people, even people from ten cities are also prosperous! However, this treasure consumes a lot of spirit jade, if it is not a matter of the survival of Xingluo Villa, it will never be used easily!

First is the Thousand Feathers School, and then the Xingluo Villa. The four major factions of Shangnanzhou have already produced the second one. Is it really related to the Devil's Tire?

Wang Changsheng was shocked and uncertain. Suddenly, he saw several black spots appearing in the distant sky. The black spots were getting bigger and bigger, and they were actually ten huge treasure ships!

"It's too early to send!"

Fellow Lin Daoist beside Wang Changsheng said in shock: "Chaos Treasure Ship!"

This ship is a flying weapon sent by the Taichu, called Chaos, which means that before the heavens and the earth are divided, the vitality and energy are mixed together, that is, the meaning of the Taichu.

Obviously, sending so many treasure ships in the early days was also a trend for the faction.

However, there are more than these three factions in Shangnanzhou, the most prestigious is the world's number one sword sect-Wanming Sword Sect!

I saw a piece of colorful Liuxia floating from a distance, like a Hongqiao hanging down, but when Liuxia approached, people discovered that it was the shadow of countless flying swords. There is no doubt that the sword must be a monk of Wanming Sword Sect!

Since birth, the people in Los Angeles have never been so close to the power of Wanming Sword Sect. Just think about who might be on the sword and just mention the names of those people, and they can't help but feel excited and excited!

They looked at Caixia in the sky, wishing to follow Wanming Sword Sect and kill all the demons in the world!

It's a pity that can only do daydreaming-Liu Xia disappears in a flash, leaving only a faint trace in the sky.

"I can't believe that all the four major factions in Shangnanzhou have been dispatched?"

"Yeah, I didn't expect the movement of Zhengdao to be so big!"

"I remember that even a thousand years ago, only one or two people were dispatched on the right way to the Shuxi Island to clear the magic way..."

"It seems that this time the Demon Tribulation is extraordinary, but isn't it only ten thousand years have passed by the Demon Tribulation?"

...

People talked a lot, but at this moment, Wang Changsheng didn't dare to mention any "market rumors". If such a big battle was not for the devil's tire, he could not think of any reason?

"Ugh……"

The person beside him sighed, recalling Wang Changsheng's sanity, and he stared at the opponent blankly.

Lin Daoyou: "It seems that Xincheng doesn't need to go. Wanming Sword Sect is no longer there. It's just as dangerous everywhere."

Wang Changsheng: "There are always some low-level monks guarding the sect, right? There is also a large formation of protecting the mountains! It is always safer!"

Lin Daoyou: "Looking at the major factions as they are approaching the enemy, I don't think there is much confidence. If the devil fetus really comes, it will be in vain no matter where we hide, and I will be passionate about it once. "

After he said this, he only felt a lightness in his heart and showed a relaxed smile.

In the end, Lin Daoyou patted Wang Changsheng on the shoulder, then turned and walked back.

When his back disappeared at the entrance of the street, Wang Changsheng's body shook, and then hurriedly ran towards the city gate, he had to hide in Xincheng!

What? Chivalrous? brave? It's nothing compared to life! After all, Xincheng is safer than Luocheng!

At this moment, Comrade Wang Bold, who has focused on human design for two hundred years, finally collapsed...

The scene of Shangnanzhou also happened on other continents. Even the Dragon Palace far away in Yudong participated in it. Now even mortals understand that the battle between the right and the demons is about to happen!

Shuxi, blood peach forest.

The blood peach, a kind of plant that is rare in the whole cultivation world, grows here. Its appearance is like a peach tree, but the petals and leaves are blood red, so it is called blood peach.

At this time, the blood peach blossoms in the forest fell one after another, and an elderly monk stood under the fallen flowers and said to the young man beside him: "This place is the intersection of three spiritual veins. According to the ancestors, the matrix should be here."

The monk is naturally empty and wonderful, and the young man is Jingyue.

Because the large array of stars of the Ten Thousand Realms is very troublesome to arrange, not only does it have high requirements for the selection of other array points outside the array eyes, the array arrangement also needs to change at any time according to the star position, there must be no mistakes, and it is easy to make mistakes only by dictation. Therefore, Jingyue and Qin Yanzhi act separately, Jingyue is responsible for the north and west, and Qin Yanzhi is responsible for the east and south.

As the home of magic repairs, Shuxi has far more people than the other six continents. In order not to alert the magic, Jingyue put Shuxi at the end.

Not long ago, Jingyue finally arrived in Shuxi and found Kongmiao today.

"Only when the layout of the southeast, northwest and the northwest are completed and the devil's luck is blocked, can I proceed with the layout of the eye." Jingyue said: "Now there is only here, let's start tonight..."

And thousands of miles away in the wilderness, there is an altar in the middle of the wilderness, and there are tens of thousands of righteous monks around the altar, and the coalition composed of demons is pressing harder and harder.

The ground was scorched, and there were signs of flooding and fire everywhere. The ground was piled with stumps and potholes were full of blood.

A one-armed monk stumbled in front of the old man in purple robe, "It's not good! The monster race has increased its troops by 100,000, and we are afraid we will not be able to stand it!"

The old man in Zipao was the elder Wei of the Zixia School who was beaten several times by Jingyue. He frowned, "How can the Yaozu suddenly be so willing?"

Although the demons have teamed up, this demonic calamity is a matter of the human race. Even if the demons help, they should not sacrifice too much. After all, the demons are now withered, and 100,000 demons are not a small number!

Before he could figure it out, another monk came running out of breath, "East, seventy or eighty thousand demons are here!"

Elder Wei: "What?!"

Demon Dao has always wanted to take down the altar and prevent the arrangement of the human race, but before that, tens of thousands of people were dispatched. Why did it suddenly come to nearly 200,000 today?

One-armed monk: "Could it be that the right way has been too much recently, and Han Guang is anxious?"

After all, a few days ago, people from the Sanjie Temple and the Xuanyue Jiugong Sect had all come to the west of Sichuan. Some people had come to meet at the altar, while the others had disappeared.

Elder Wei: "It is possible that these people sent by the demons cannot be mobilized in a short time. They must be prepared for a long time to seize the altar today!"

One-armed monk: "What should I do?"

Elder Wei: "Fight against! Even if we all die here, we must guard the altar!"

One-armed monk: "But they are far more numerous than us, what if you can't keep it?"

Elder Wei took a deep look at the other party, did not answer, summoned the natal sword, jumped up, and rushed to the enemy camp!

The one-armed monk was taken aback, gritted his teeth, and rushed forward.

In the next few days, the righteous side can be described as working hard, but the large number of monsters forces them to shrink their territory and gradually lose support.

On the battlefield, there is always one and the other. Seeing that the people in the right way retreat one after another, only one-third of the monks are still holding on, but the demon is vigorous and the offensive is getting more and more fierce.

Everyone knows in their hearts, and it won’t be long before the altar here will change hands completely!

But people in the right way did not give up, nor did they dare to give up. What they carried was not their own lives, but the righteous luck for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years. If they don't want to hide in a dark corner like a mouse, and if they want to walk in this world openly, they will never retreat!

Another day, the demon alliance was less than ten miles away from the altar, and the elder Wei who was fighting in the crowd had reached the end of the force.

"Boom—"

He was flew by the tail of a leopard, smashing a big hole in the ground. Elder Wei felt that his bones were crushed to powder. He vomited a pool of black blood, wiped the corners of his mouth, and got up with difficulty.

His sword has been damaged, and the blade is full of cracks, and he is also very old at this time, unlike a few days ago.

But Elder Wei still shook his hands and picked up the sword that fell aside, resisting the severe pain, and struggling forward...

Suddenly, he was in shape.

Elder Wei was stunned for a moment, and took a bell from his waist.

There was no wind at this time, but the bell quivered slightly, making a sweet ringing.

He showed ecstasy, and then shouted: "Retreat! Retreat!"

Some people wondered, "Elder Wei, if we withdraw at this time, the altar..."

Elder Wei: "What altar do you care about! Go!"

In addition to him, many people on the battlefield also gave the same order. Although most of the cultivators were confused, they chose to evacuate obediently.

As soon as they left, the demon alliance easily attacked the altar, but there was nothing on the altar.

A demon king said: "They withdrew suddenly, will there be fraud?"

Another magic cultivator pondered for a moment, "It's hard to say, but the altar that they have guarded for several months will not be useless?"

The demons tried to find some clues, but suddenly, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared in the west and went straight to the sky.

And in the far north, Yudong, and Xia Nanzhou, which they can’t see, three beams of golden light blasted into the sky. At that moment, no matter how low the strength of the magic cultivator was, they felt as if they were chained, as if all their luck was blocked. Living.

A Tiandong Demon repairer looked at the golden light that penetrates the sky and the earth at the extreme sight, and said in shock: "No! We are fooled!"

The author has something to say: This is yesterday, so make up a little more, and strive to have another chapter tonight, and come back tomorrow if there is no one at 12.

ps. Yiye always knew that Taiqing was in Rouge's hands. He thought that Taiqing soul would re-recognize the lord after returning to Void Sword Tomb. He didn't know that the second brother came to him as his wife...

☆, 1.5

They are indeed fooled, and these altars are really useless.

In order to prevent the Demon Dao from causing trouble, Jingyue designed altars in the Far North, Shuxi, Xianan, and Yudong to attract the Demon Dao's attention and cover up his true purpose.

But the cultivators are not easy to fool, they must be extremely real, so only a few righteous cultivators know about this.

Each of these monks who know the inside story has a bell. The bell is specially made by Liuyuan Pavilion. No matter how far away, as long as the main bell rings, the other bells can respond.

The main bell, of course, is on Jingyue.

When he completed the final formation, he rang the main bell, and the other monks received instructions to retreat from the altar decisively.

Although there are sacrifices in the process of righteousness, they are all for the ultimate victory. Every monk who participates, no matter where he is, no matter where he is on the battlefield, is ready to sacrifice.

Maybe someone will be agitated for a while when they learn that they have been deceived, but this is the general trend. After they want to understand, they will only sigh.

In the face of the magic tire, whether you are an insider or not, you must do your best to perform this scene.

When they entered the play, they also brought the Demon Dao and Yaozu into the play.

At this time, in a secret place in the west of Shu, Han Guang's roar spread throughout the hall.

"I said long ago that none of the strongest people in the right way went to protect the altar, so there must be deceit!" He glared at a beautiful young man, "It's you! If you say that right way, all of them have been dispatched recently, I'm afraid that the altar is here. At the critical moment, we must take a place! Now, we won’t say anything about losing our soldiers, and we haven’t caught anything!"

The young man smiled slightly, his narrow eyes full of charm, "Where do I know they are willing to abandon so many monks just to do a show? Besides, Sect Master Han can't be relieved? When you heard about Sanjie Temple, Cold Cloud Sect, Wanming Sword Sect has all started to act, isn't it the same panic?" Otherwise, why would you be willing to send tens of thousands of magic repairs?

Han Guang was slightly distorted on his face, as if he was justifying himself: "I really didn't expect that the right way, in order to deceive us, saw so many fellow cultivators die. It is against human ethics and morality, how can we be embarrassed to accuse us of being demons?"

The young man said, isn’t your human race just such a hypocrisy? Regardless of the right devil, it is the same.

Han Guang paced in the hall with his hands under his hands, eyes full of sacred birds, "Now they are one step ahead of us. I am worried that the demon fetus will change. Fox King, your demon race really has no extra demon sacred fruit. ."

The young man was Fox Emperor Jialou, and he squinted slightly, "Sect Master Han should be very clear that all the demon sacred fruits of our Demon Race have been given to you. As for the other four, you failed to keep Jingyue and the others."

As soon as Han Guang wanted to get angry when he mentioned this, he blamed these monsters for being fooled by the surname Jing! However, Jialou laughed and said, "Don't worry about the lord, the devil's womb is conceived by the way of heaven. No matter what the right way does, it can't be stopped. In a year, the devil's womb will definitely come."

"But the devil fetus is always weak when it is born, and there is always a bit of danger. If it is not, why do your demons make such a big effort? In case Zhengdao really finds a way to deal with the devil, the later the devil is born, their preparation time will be The more full I get, I won’t feel at ease for a day.” Han Guang said that the air pressure was lower, remembering the four golden lights reported by his subordinates, and said in a deep voice, “Maybe, they are all ready!”

Jialou's eyes flickered, and he smiled faintly: "Sect Master Han wants the Demon Tire to be born earlier, there is actually another way."

Han Guang was taken aback, and he saw Jialou's eyes lightly glanced behind him, and Han Guang's body suddenly became chilly.

Standing behind him were the disciples of Ghost Fuzong, not only powerful, but also his cronies. The reason why his heart is cold is because he understands what Jialou means-sacrifice these demons to give birth to demons!

Those people didn't see the look in Jialou's eyes, let alone what Han Guang was thinking, they were standing obediently with their hands down.

Han Guang glanced at them, hating the monster in cold blood and ruthlessly. He wanted to curse, but in the end he pressed his thin lips into a straight line, and his eyes were cold.

On the other side, Jingyue had left from the west of Shu, and after dozens of days of rushing, he came to Zhongzhou.

At this time, he was in a small border town in Zhongzhou, but there was no living person in the city, only blood stains and corpses on the ground.

Jingyue frowned, knowing that there had been a monster wave here, and sighed: "Unexpectedly, the monster wave has developed to Central Continent..."

But not surprisingly, Zhongzhou is not far from Xiaoxiluzhou, and many of the major factions in Zhongzhou have left, and the monks have their own restraints, so naturally there is no one to look after the small town here.

He had just walked two steps, and suddenly stopped-if this city is already so miserable, the surrounding cities...

Jingyue hurriedly called out Xiao Canglan, and the sword soared into the sky.

Just a thousand miles away from Jingyue, there is a Fengya City.

This city was originally as elegant as the name of the city. There were many Chinese in the city, and the monks also used writing and ink as their instruments. The whole city seemed to be stained with ink.

But now, there is no ink fragrance in the city, only blood and the smell of monsters, and monsters burst into the city. The monks use their four treasures to resist, but where can they resist?

A monk dressed as a scholar holds a writing brush with a blue and shining pen, which is not a vulgar thing.

His body was stained with blood, and there was a scar on his face from his left ear to the corner of his mouth, but his expression did not see a trace of embarrassment. He said to the monk who was holding the scroll beside him: "Are all the mortals in the city sent away?"

"Go, the eldest brother and the second brother have sent away the last batch of mortals. As long as we delay for a while, they will be able to go further."

"That's good, I hope they can successfully escape to Baihui City, where the Zhuge family is sitting, and they won't be easily attacked by monsters."

As soon as the voice fell, a half-foot thick snake bit towards the scholar, and the scholar hurriedly wrote the word "seal" with his pen, stroke by stroke, vigorous, vigorous and free and easy. As soon as the handwriting came out, the giant snake could not move forward as if imprisoned, and could only struggle in place.

The floating "Feng" word kept trembling, and there were signs of fading. The scholar was also trying to resist, and his arms could not help shaking.

Seeing this, the picture scroll monk wanted to come to help, and Xiali killed a few more monsters, and he quickly fell into a hard fight.

But as more and more monsters rushed over, the two gradually lost their support. They saw the word "Feng" shattered, and the scroll of the other monk was also torn apart by the monster's claw. They were torn into pieces in the blink of an eye, and they were exhausted. Formed in a pair of red eyes, he was already surrounded by monsters.

Most of the time, the scholar was a little disappointed, but he was not afraid. From the moment he decided to defend the city, he was ready to coexist and die with Fengya City.

The city was broken, and the ink fragrance in the city dispersed. From then on, only heard the wind and rain but did not hear the sound of reading. Thousands of years of writing were destroyed.

But the people in the city escaped. Although most of them were mortals, the mortals who grew up in Fengya City were definitely affected by the city's spirit, and there was a breath of righteousness in their chests.

This tone will take root at the right time and grow into the second elegant city!

A tiger beast rushed forward, and the scholar stared at the monster without blinking.

He hasn't fallen yet, indicating that he still has some strength in his body, and he will use the last bit of strength to kill another demon!

"Roar--"

The tiger beast jumped halfway, his body suddenly split from the middle, and the stench of blood was spilled all over the floor.

The scholar was startled, he saw a backlit figure in the gap between the tiger and beast's flesh/body segmentation-the man was holding a long sword, and his aura was like a sword, walking step by step.

"Qin... is the ancestor of Qin!"

The picture scroll monk revealed the identity of the other party, and saw another dazzling sword light flashing, after the sword light passed, the bodies of monsters were everywhere.

He couldn't recover a bit, and he was dying obviously, why suddenly the situation turned upside down?

At this moment, he saw the rumored ancestor Qin who was as cold as ice suddenly smiled, standing in the blood of the corpse mountain, his eyes like stars.

"A Jing is here." He heard Qin Yanzhi say.

In the next moment, he saw another Taoist coming from the sky. Taoist life was very beautiful. It was Jingyue, the ancestor of the cold cloud sect, who was well-known in the world of cultivation!

Jingyue chased it all the way, and walked through several cities, but didn't encounter any monsters, only saw people who were still in shock after escaping from the dead.

He knew that Qin Yanzhi was ahead of him and had already done what he wanted to do. He had been coming to Fengya City until he finally saw him.

"Yanzhi." Jingyue walked forward naturally and smiled at Qin Yanzhi.

Qin Yanzhi: "Are you all ready?"

Jingyue nodded.

Qin Yanzhi: "Let's go, don't let Chiji wait for a long time."

Jingyue: "Good."

The two of them left without seeing a trace.

The only remaining monks in the city who had just killed themselves were looking at each other, and they all couldn't believe their luck.

Brother Picture Scroll: "Are we... all right?"

The scholar smiled slightly, "The demons are dead, what else is there in danger? At least temporarily survived."

Even for the time being, as long as you survive, you can do more, and you will be able to drive the city out of wind and rain, and renew its spirit!

The Fengya city on the border fell into the joy of the aftermath of the catastrophe, and in the middle continent, there is also a city of Wanghai-this city is in the mainland, far from the sea, so it is named Wanghai.

Outside Wanghai City, there is a mountain called Space Severing Mountain. On the top of the mountain, a blue-haired chick is sitting on a rock, sometimes pecking at the hair, sometimes looking up at the sky.

"Jingjing is angry before he comes!"

"When Jingjing arrives, he must kiss him a hundred times before he will forgive him!"

"It's the first time that Jiji has been separated from Jingjing for so long, so I'm so imaginative..."

The little blue chicken muttered, tears in Dou's eyes.

Suddenly, he saw two black spots appearing in the sky, the black spots getting closer and closer, it was the two people he knew well!

"Jingjing!!!"

Blue Phoenix soared into the sky, hitting Jingyue's arms, and suddenly turned into a person because of being too excited.

Just hearing a "bang", Blue Phoenix slammed into Jingyue, and the sudden "car accident" slammed Jingyue off the flying sword and smashed into the ground.

Qin Yanzhi, a witness to the car accident: "..."

Jingyue, the victim of a car accident: "Chiji!!!"

Lan Siji, the perpetrator of the car accident: "Hey..."