He got up and left without waiting for the tea to cool down. Cheng Qian only walked through this pipeline once, when he was going down the mountain.

Because the big carts of his eldest brother, who was about to marry, couldn't go down the road, they could only swagger on the official road. At that time, he didn't talk about Yujian, and even the horse was not very good, and he always wanted to focus on The second use of the ground to practice, so that the master has to take care of him along the way...

Cheng Qian's whole body turned into a streak of frost and passed silently along the official road, feeling that every grass and tree here were memories.

He chased him out for about 20 miles, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and he stopped almost without buffering. Cheng Qian dangerously and dangerously retracted the step he had almost taken out—I saw two opposite blocks standing in the middle of the aisle. The stone, the layout is very deliberate, like man-made, engraved with imperceptible charms.

The two opposing spells formed a net, cutting off the avenue from there - as long as someone passed by, the person who cast the spell would be alerted.

Cheng Qian's brows were slightly wrinkled, and he put his True Yuan into his eyes. Looking around, he saw that there was already a net of spells and spells set up in this place - the stones on the roadside, the ground, and even hanging in the shade of green trees. Wooden signs of different lengths, almost every step are traps.

His eyes swept around, and a nameless fire suddenly rose in his heart - who is sneaking at the foot of Fuyao Mountain?

But the fire returned to the fire, Cheng Qian still did not rashly release his divine sense. He took two steps and stepped back to avoid every spell, and continued to move forward. The more he walked, the more frightened he became. feel that the cultivation base of the person who engraved the talisman is definitely not weak, and there is occasionally a trace of blood at the place where the talisman starts and turns, so it can be seen that the cultivation may not be the right way.

Ordinary monks can't help but kill, but usually they don't kill for the sake of killing. The magic cultivator is different. When Cheng Qian was just getting started, he once went to see the three thousand magic paths in the ninth-floor scripture building. He thought that those were no different from the right path. He even asked the master about this, but he didn’t understand it until now. , the two appear to be similar, but in reality they are vastly different.

The right way is to communicate with the heaven and earth, and pay attention to exhaling the clear air of heaven and earth to condense the true essence. The essence of the magic way is to swallow it, and it will not come out. Qi, even if it has never touched blood, the spell left behind will naturally carry blood energy.

A practitioner of the devil's way, once he breaks his precepts and sees blood, his life will inevitably go out of control, and no one will be able to pull him back - so it is rare for a devil to become a Dao since ancient times.

Those who enter this way must have the will to go all out and never look back.

Even Cheng Qian had to spend a lot of time trying to get through the shocking spell net, but he didn't see the "group of people" that Xiao Paotang said. When he was in the formation, he saw an open space, and a tall man turned his back to him.

There was a circle of divine consciousness around the man, and he actually had the arrogance of "eight wastes and six harmony, only I am the only one", which smothered the place with blood. After the big tree, he once again suppressed his anger, and the whole person seemed to have become a dead thing.

The man with his back turned to him seemed to be making some sort of formation, and halfway through the formation, he suddenly felt wrong.

I saw that this man was tense all over, as if he was facing a great enemy, he muttered something to himself in a low voice, and then he suddenly got angry at the empty void, and smashed the ground with a "bang, bang". The human figure seemed to be crazy, and shouted: "You dare!"

After roaring, the man was like a puppet that was suddenly lifted by the line. After a moment of stiffness, he suddenly stopped struggling, and a series of night-owl-like smiles came out of his mouth, and asked himself: "Why do I dare not? ,waste."

Cheng Qian frowned - Nian Da would also ask and answer his own questions, but it was just funny, putting it on this demon cultivator, it was horrifying.

The next moment, the man roared with anger, and actually mutilated himself on the spot - I saw that he slapped his chest with a palm, and the sound of wind and thunder was hidden in his palm, but he didn't hold back. A cloud of black energy surged up and collided with the palm that he slammed into his chest. I don't know if it was his palm that hurt his chest, or the black energy on his chest that hurt his palm. If you lose 10,000, you will lose 8,000.

The man staggered two steps and spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

Cheng Qianxin said, "What's wrong with this?"

At this moment, an exclamation suddenly came from not far away, and saw that the spell on the edge of the big magic cloth was touched, and a group of fireworks exploded on the spot. In an instant, countless blood-stained white bone claws emerged from the ground. , turned into a dense chain, tied the man and threw it from the air, and smashed it to the ground.

This unlucky guy is the puddle.

She didn't expect Cheng Qian to blend in with the mortals. She has been looking for a long time in the nearby mountains and forests in the form of a bird. .

The moment she was caught, she suddenly turned into a humanoid in an attempt to resist, but found that her cultivation was suppressed by the magic pressure.

The puddle fell into a mess and almost started to curse, but in the end she held back without angering the other party. She knew that she must have something to save her life from her brothers. , while fully resisting the invading demonic energy.

Shuideng was right at all, the moment she was bound by the chain, a hair band at the back of her head broke, and there was a puppet charm that Yan Zhengming put in it, and it was the puppet charm that did not let She was directly pierced by the chain.

Yuanshen monk's puppet talisman is completely incomparable with the semi-finished product that Cheng Qian gave to Xueqing back then. Yan Zhengming and Li Yun had already found it nearby. Once the puppet talisman was broken, Yan Zhengming immediately locked her position and rushed with Li Yun now. come over.

But Cheng Qian, who was hiding on the side, couldn't recognize the puddle at all. The eighteen changes of a female high school, a little baby grows into a big girl, and sometimes even the original model will be turned upside down, not to mention that she has restrained her wings.

Cheng Qian was completely at a loss as to where she came from, so he didn't show up, and waited on the side to see what happened.

At this moment, Shuideng suddenly felt the restraint on her body lighten, and she heard the big devil shout in a panic: "Girl, hurry up!"

The puddle was stunned for a moment, but before he had time to be happy, the chain suddenly tightened again, and the big devil changed his tone, and said timidly: "It's just a hundred-year-old little demon... bastard!"

I saw that the big devil's left hand suddenly stretched forward, his five fingers became claws, and he wanted to grab the chain off, but his right hand held the left wrist tightly, as if to prevent himself from being so gān, the first voice came out and roared: "Don't pretend to be dead! Come on, I can't last long!"

It was the first time in Shuideng's life that he met such a god-like cultivator, and he finally couldn't help raising his head, wanting to play with his life to gain insight.

When she looked up, she forgot to even run.

She only heard her dumbfounded cry: "Fourth Senior Brother?"

The big devil's eyes were red, his face was ferocious, and his facial features had been distorted and deformed, but she still recognized it at a glance. That person was Han Yuan-the one they couldn't find all over the Kyushu!

When the voice came out, Han Yuan seemed to be stunned. His expression slowed down, and his eyes fell on the face of the puddle, as if in disbelief, panic, and dodge. He whispered softly, "You, are you... little teacher... ah!"

Before he finished speaking, the devilish energy on his body suddenly rose, and the whole person almost turned into a black fog.

Yin's cold voice resumed: "It turns out that you are Han Tan, it really takes no effort!"

As soon as the word "Han Tan" came out, Cheng Qian's pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't care about anything else - before the others arrived, the frost-like sword shadow had arrived, and cut off the chains tied to the puddle, while he was with him. At the same time, a long whistle sounded, the whole ground shook, and the spell that Han Yuan clothed on the periphery was smashed by someone with an extremely domineering sword energy.

Immediately, a figure swept in front of him like a wind, and the sword energy slashed towards Han Yuan like a mountain of Tai.

The puddle screamed, "Don't! Fourth Senior Brother..."

In the blink of an eye, Cheng Qian was no longer allowed to think about the rules of the division. He instinctively protected Han Yuan in the chaos and raised his hand to take the sword.

The "full moon that flourishes and declines" meets "the rising sky of the sky".

There was a gap in the sword in the hand of the person who came, and it happened that two swords from the same source were stuck together.

For a time, everyone was stunned.

Chapter 54

With a "chuck" sound, Yan Zhengming's sword dropped to the ground. A generation of sword cultivators didn't even notice that they were hit by their own sword.

At this moment, the twilight was low, and the person in front of him seemed to have been transformed by the demons in his heart, and he fell to the ground to look like a thousand pictures in the cold night. In an instant, his three souls were shocked and scattered, and Yan Zhengming just glanced at it. have already forgotten everything around me.

Maybe some people will deceive themselves and have a bit of luck even after knowing they have lost it, and imagine something like "the blue sky is full of water, there will always be a meeting", but Yan Zhengming will not. He buried Cheng Qian with his own hands and cut himself off. Last thought.

He always felt that he was weak enough that he didn't need to take it to the next level.

Yan Zhengming couldn't tell whether it was real or just a dream of his. He only felt that everything seemed to be reversed, looking at the face engraved in his heart and Han Yuan who was surrounded by black aura not far away. ...Vaguely returned to the deserted island in the East China Sea, the most unbearable day of his life.

Yan Zhengming suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Cheng Qian's shoulder. He didn't care about the sharp sword in his hand. He dragged him from his chest to his back, as if he had been tempered in countless midnight dreams, and dragged away all his resentment. .

Cheng Qian obviously did not expect that he was actually his own senior brother. Before he could get close to his hometown, he had already encountered it by surprise. He was stunned for a while, and at the same time, he hurriedly retracted his golden twinkling sword, so that he could use it. Fang accidentally got hurt as soon as they met, and was dragged by Yan Zhengming until he stumbled two steps before he stood firm.