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Thinking of that episode, Yan Zhengming was suddenly a little worried. Three souls were missing one soul, so the shadow in front of them was probably just an incomplete primordial spirit at this time. Xiu looked so nasty, even if Lord Beiming came in person, would he suffer?
But the next moment, he felt that he was worrying about eating radishes, two devils fighting, who cares who suffers, Yan Zhengming sanitized his expression, and was about to turn back to teach Cheng Qian a meal, but this time, Yan Zhengming He was shocked to find that Cheng Qian, who had only walked for a moment, had disappeared!
Also missing are puddles.
Yan Zhengming didn't take a breath at that time, and he was full of fear in his stomach. He hurriedly looked around, lest the two little cubs be taken away by the ghost of the magic cultivator, or fall into the water in the chaos.
"Master, the third uncle and they are there!"
Yan Zhengming stumbled over and followed the boy's fingers to see that Cheng Qian and Shuikeng had run into Master's little wreck unexpectedly.
The wings on the back of the junior sister's puddle haven't had time to put away, and you don't need to think about how the two of them got down. Yan Zhengming can't figure out how Cheng Qian communicated with her.
At this moment, the two demons are facing each other in the air. In such a chilling situation, Yan Zhengming is really inconvenient to shout at people by the side of the boat. He can only stare at Cheng Qian in the distance and see the little brat on all sides. The leaking boat waved to himself indifferently, Yan Zhengming couldn't help but have a stomachache.
He found that his "quiet" junior brother always had an arrogant arrogance that put his life and death aside. No matter whether the sky collapsed or the ground collapsed, there were only a few people in his eyes. Even if two big devils stabbed the sky into a hole, he would still You can just care about looking for the master without taking it seriously.
Zhenren Mu Chun was frightened by the two apprentices who suddenly flew over, and his internal organs turned somersaults. He hurriedly pointed out a burst of infuriating energy, knocked Shuideng and Cheng Qian down, and raised his hand to catch it.
Before he could get angry, Cheng Qian had already pulled his sleeve, and the first sentence was: "Master, are you alright!"
The puddle echoed: "Ah!"
Real Mu Chun's eyelids twitched. On the one hand, his hands were itchy. He wished he could beat the two little cubs alone. On the other hand, he felt sour and soft when asked about Cheng Qian's words, but he was not willing to hit him. .
At this time, there was a scream in the air, and Jiang Peng's body was almost transparent, and there seemed to be a cold flame on his chest, and the black energy like ink surged up and down on his face, and even Bai Yanren couldn't see it.
Reality Mu Chun was stunned, and muttered: "Take the body as a lamp... Is he completely crazy?"
Then, the expression of Mu Chun changed, and he slammed the wooden sword in his hand into the deck of the boat. The wooden sword in his hand seemed to be a sharp weapon that cut iron like mud, and penetrated into the wooden board effortlessly. , At the same time, the sea water on both sides suddenly formed a circle of water film, which surrounded the master and the apprentice.
The next moment, an indescribable scream suddenly erupted, and even the water film held up by the real person Mu Chun was difficult to block, and the grievances of ten thousand ghosts were screaming straight into the sky. Cover, cover the sky and the sun, and that Lord Beiming is like a bird flying in the sky, and it is not worth mentioning as if he disappeared.
The more rampant the ghosts in the sky, the thinner Bei Mingjun appears, and the blue sea is alive under his feet. He seems to have become the most unruly thorn in the world.
Cheng Qian looked at the back, and in an instant there was a sentence of blessings to the soul - although there are thousands of people, will go.
The great devil who can refine the primordial spirit and the destitute ugly Taoist nun, the ten thousand zhang water dragon and the three-footed wooden sword, the thunder of Jiuxiao and the remnant soul of Beimingjun...
Tang Wanqiu's bright sword light, the sawdust left on Master's fingertips, and the lonely back figure of Lord Beiming, who was close to one side... all flashed in front of Cheng Qian's eyes for a while, and there was something in his meridians that were still in pain and had not yet recovered. Inflow, the whole body suddenly suffered a sharp pain.
Zhenren Mu Chun was taken aback and caught Cheng Qian who suddenly fell down. He did not expect that he would enter meditation for the first time under such circumstances. Dangerous way.
But the situation is not very safe at the moment. Every year, the city of Xian is on the island of the East China Sea. This sea area is full of immortal mountains. The seawater of an ocean, his delicate meridians had to be washed away.
The puddle was so frightened that he lost his voice, and stared blankly at the third senior brother who suddenly curled up in pain.
In the air, Jiang Peng was completely invisible. He turned into a huge soul-devouring lamp, and many ghosts were like willows fluttering in the air. The ominous firelight was instantly swept in by the ominous firelight. Exhausted, but before anyone could see his true face, he suddenly rushed upstream and rushed towards the Soul Eater Lamp.
In this flutter like a firefly chasing a fire, the puddle was suddenly rolled up by something, and it floated up automatically without wind.
While watching Cheng Qian, Master Mu Chun hurriedly hooked on the clothes of the puddle.
He just saw that the little fat girl had a belt on her body that she didn't know when to put it on. She didn't even have a waist. What kind of belt do you want? The real Mu Chun reached out and grabbed the colorful silk and pulled it down.
With a flick of his wrist, Mu Chun shook out a wooden talisman from the colorful silk, which was exactly the "tracking talisman" that Cheng Qian pointed to Yan Zhengming's engraving.
Cheng Qian himself is a beginner, and he still doesn't know the big and small taboos and doorways in the spells, and Yan Zhengming is an uncompromising two knives. The two of them work together and quarrel from time to time. How could it be possible? Carve the correct tracer?
Immortal Mu Chun glanced at it, but he couldn't immediately see what this thing was.
It doesn't matter if the four are not different, at most it will cost a piece of wood, but the worst thing is that this spell with unknown effect seems to be touched at this time!
Just as Lord Beiming and Soul Eater met on a narrow path, the extremely bright and extremely dim collided in mid-air, a burst of qiáng light suddenly erupted from the wooden bar engraved with an unknown spell, rising from a spark, spreading rapidly and unstoppably. , went straight up into the air, and collided with the first thunder that fell, blinding all eyes for a while, and the world went blank.
I don't know how long it took before Bai Guang dispersed, Bei Mingjun and Jiang Peng disappeared, and Mu Chunzhen and his two younger disciples also disappeared, leaving only a pile of colorful silk that was broken into rags.
Cheng Qian didn't know how long he had endured the severe pain like a thousand knives. Just when he felt that he was about to die, he suddenly lightened his body, and vaguely, he seemed to hear a cry. Is that... a little junior sister?
Then he heard someone whispering, "Shh—don't be noisy."
The cry of the puddle gradually subsided, and everything around him gradually drifted away. He first began to feel unable to feel his limbs, and then he could not feel himself. merged into one.
I don't know how long it took for Cheng Qian to wake up. For a time, he felt an unprecedented physical and mental relaxation. The fatigue and dark injuries of the past few days were all gone.
He exhaled slowly, but when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a place he didn't recognize.
It seemed to be a valley, and in the valley was a tree of unbelievable size, the roots of which were raised up to the ground as high as a house, and under the tree lay a long-aged corpse.
Next to the corpse is his little sister puddle, and a strange man.
Cheng Qian was taken aback and propped himself up with one hand: "You... senior, who are you?"
He knew this person, it was the person in the half of the portrait he had seen on the second floor of the Jinglou, and there was a slender rat láng at the foot of this person, lying quietly on the ground, not knowing what to do. dead or alive.
Shuideng also looked at this "stranger" curiously. The human half didn't know the person in front of her, while the demon half felt that he was very familiar.
The "stranger" turned to Cheng Qian, smiled and said, "When you close your eyes and then open them again, don't you even recognize your master?"
Cheng Qian's legs were already numb. Hearing the stranger's familiar voice, he immediately sat back and said, "Master?"
How could his master with long waist and short legs become such a dog-like figure!
The word "Master" has been taught countless times, and the puddle can be understood. She gave a surprised "Yeah", tilted her head, as if she had a slight eyebrow, and made a thoughtful expression. Appearance, flowing a string of sparkling haram.
The man in the long coat and wide sleeves sighed when he saw this, the old mother wiped her saliva carefully, and complained ramble: "That is, I don't dislike you, your master, little dirty girl, if you replace your senior brother. , sooner or later I'll have to cook you in a pot."
This familiar tone immediately brought back the intimacy of the puddle. She quickly forgot what the master looked like before he changed his face, and happily "ah woo", she smeared the man's clean front with her face full of tears. .
At this time, Cheng Qian felt that he couldn't find the North, and he felt like a dream. He could only ask the most urgent question: "Master, where is this place? You... How did you become like this?"
Master Mu Chun took out the small piece of wood that had been broken in two, threw it on Cheng Qian, and said angrily, "How dare you ask me? What did you guys engrave?"
Cheng Qian recognized the achievements of the three of them at a glance, and said indifferently: "This... this is a tracking symbol."
Real Man Mu Chun sighed, "You're a half-hearted person who dares to tamper with a spell that you haven't seen before, you're really bold enough to drink... You made more than one mistake in this tracking spell, and it turned into a half-failure. The Soul Chasing Talisman was originally useless, but it was not expected to be stimulated by the soul-eating lamp and the primordial spirit of the Sect of Ten Thousand Demons, and now it follows the primordial spirit of Lord Beiming and chased down to the place where Lord Beiming was buried. "
Cheng Qian's gaze involuntarily fell on the skeleton on the big tree.
That bone belongs to Lord Beiming?
No, Lord Beiming is dead?
Cheng Qian's thoughts turned sharply, and he asked tentatively, "Master, do you know him?"