Even Cheng Qian sat up straight.

Yan Zhengming pondered for a long time before he answered cautiously: "The sky is the big earth."

These words were very big and turned into words. It was almost the same as what they didn't say. Only Cheng Qian, who had practiced the sea cháo sword, listened to it and realized a little bit, and it seemed that he had understood.

Yan Zhengming caught a glimpse of his thoughtful appearance from the corner of his light, so he smiled bitterly and swallowed his next sentence back - behind bars.

There is a vast world outside, and I am alone in prison.

This is how he feels in the state of "going ahead".

And the next realm of "going out" is just "going into the sheath".

Unlike other Daoists, Jianxiu rarely has epiphanies. Only the more he is suppressed, the more he will rebound. Yan Zhengming was suppressed by the ancient real dragon soul at that time, and he was provoked by Cheng Qian's unintentional words. Bī came out with this sword qi.

Jianxiu roams Kyushu, but rarely reaches the top, because this road is really difficult to walk.

At this moment, Cheng Qian suddenly felt something, he stood up abruptly, reached the door in a flash, opened the door, and saw a hunched old man standing at the door of Shi Jiazi, holding a lantern swaying in the wind in his hand. , did not make a sound, just waited there silently.

This old man doesn't look like a cultivator. When the cultivators are about to pull out the lamp, they also show the appearance of the five declines of heaven and man, but they rarely get old enough to have such a sense of reality, but the temperament of this person, no matter what. Not like a mortal in any way.

The old man was only as tall as Cheng Qian's chest, and when he saw the door opened, he slowly raised his head to Cheng Qian, only to see the eyes of the old man's face were as cloudy as a blind man, but they looked like two rust-smelling eyes. awl.

He looked at Cheng Qian up and down, the corner of his mouth moved, and said in a low voice: "Young man, it's only seven thunder tribulations, three disasters and nine disasters, but it's not over yet."

There was silence all around, and no one was talking about the immortality of the old man who ran to the door to mourning—because the old man walked out of the Vermilion Bird Pagoda step by step in front of everyone's eyes.

Cheng Qian's pupils shrank slightly: "Old man, you..."

The old man didn't look at him anymore, he walked past him, his footsteps dragged as if there was something wrong, he walked in front of Yan Zhengming, and said solemnly: "Please come with me, my master has something to leave behind. ."

Before Yan Zhengming could answer, the old man had turned around and walked out on his own, as if he was certain that he would follow.

Yan Zhengming hurriedly made a gesture to Li Yun, and he had already caught up. The puddle learned the lesson of "attracting bees and butterflies" before, swayed between Cheng Qian and Li Yun, and made a decisive choice - drill Entering Cheng Qian's sleeve, Li Yun was left behind to clean up the stone mustard seeds like an old mother.

A few people followed the old man who came out of the Suzaku Pagoda under the eyes of everyone, who were either envious, resentful, or puzzled. No one dared to say a word. The Suzaku Pagoda opened every year, and it has been open for a hundred years. What good things are about to be taken by people. The great masters cherish feathers and don't come to pick up leftovers. At this time, most of the people who come here to try their luck are not very good, and no one dares to provoke them.

The tumbling heat around the Vermillion Bird Pagoda seemed to divide the sea with the old man's footsteps, creating a gap for people to pass through. At this moment, a particularly vicious gaze pierced directly behind him, Cheng Qian turned his head abruptly, glanced around in the distance among the people in the distance, and finally saw the playful driver they had taught before.

"It's just a little guy who hasn't been concentrating yet." Cheng Qian thought so, and withdrew his gaze.

But don't know if it's because it's too hot around the Suzaku Tower, he always seems to be a little distracted, as if something is going to happen somewhere.

After a long while, they followed the walking old man to the foot of the Vermilion Bird Tower. There were several rusty bells hanging on the dilapidated door. As if they knew someone was coming, they swayed slightly and made a dull sound. Pushing open the door, he whispered, "Come in."

Yan Zhengming said: "Senior, we didn't come here for the Vermillion Bird Pagoda, but when my master closed the mountain, he left a lock. There is a secret phrase in it that Senior Xu kept, and we came here to get it back..."

As if the old man didn't hear him, he interrupted him: "Come in."

The Suzaku Pagoda was dark, Yan Zhengming frowned and took the lead to lift the hem of his clothes and walked in. It was hot outside, but it was cold and wet inside. The contrast between the two sides was obvious.

The old man panted and turned on the lights in the tower one by one, the ground smelled of soil, and there were no windows around, it was dark and a little depressed.

Cheng Qian is a spiritual body sculpting, some treasures of heaven and earth, he may not have heard of it, but he is very sensitive to the spiritual energy and evil energy contained in it, but he swept his eyes and found that this place is not like the legend of outsiders. , There are so many treasures, it is completely a family.

The old man led them through the narrow stairs until they reached the top of the tower. There was a stone statue of a man. The carving was exquisite and lifelike. It was a thin man with distinct eyebrows and eyes, and there was about a finger in the middle. The eyebrows are thin and slightly raised, it seems that there are some boys and girls.

The old man respectfully bowed to the stone statue and said, "Master, the guests are here."

This stone statue turned out to be the owner of this room, Xu Yingzhi.

Yan Zhengming quickly realized that he was asking for others, he quickly showed his most humble and polite side, pretended to be imposing, stood not far behind the old man, and also held the younger generation's salute: "I have disturbed the senior. ."

The old man glanced at him. Although he didn't show anything, he was probably satisfied. He gropingly put incense on the stone statue, then took out a simple wooden box from the back of the incense case, held it in front of Yan Zhengming, and said: "The old slave is the tower spirit of the Suzaku Pagoda. It depends on the master's true energy to live. After the master passed away for many years, the qi of the Suzaku Pagoda is about to dissipate. You can rest assured."

Yan Zhengming opened the wooden box and found three ancient copper coins inside.

He was stunned for a moment, and looked up at the Taring in a puzzled way.

Old Taring didn't explain much, just waved his hand and said, "It's yours."

It turned and turned into a cloud of blue smoke, which sank into the blue lamp on top of the stone statue's head.

Yan Zhengming didn't know what the mystery was in these three ancient coins, so he didn't dare to touch it rashly. He was about to go back and consult Li Yun, who was known as "all-knowing", when suddenly, the bells hung in the Vermilion Bird Pagoda, and a stone statue was on top of his head. The green lights flickered on and off, and countless undulating black shadows rustled up from all directions. A pale hand suddenly broke the protective formation on the Vermillion Bird Pagoda and grabbed Yan Zhengming.

Yan Zhengming said in his heart, "Are you courting death?"

Before that hand could reach his eyes, it had been cut off by the sword qi emanating from all over his body, and flew out from his wrist, but no blood was spilled, only a cloud of black qi came out, scattered around into countless pitch-black snakes. He stared at the few people in the middle.

The man with the severed hand walked out of the darkness step by step. It was the dandy he had met before. He was surrounded by a strange black energy, with a stiff and strange smile on his face, but he was not talking about people. words, but a "hissing" sound.

The blue light on the stone statue flickered and went out, and Ta Ling, who had just hid in, actually started to shrink his head.

Cheng Qian asked in a low voice, "What is this?"

Li Yun shook his head solemnly. Demons do possess possession, but this dude doesn't seem to be possessed... It's almost as if he was originally a demon cultivator.

But they did it in the daytime, that's impossible.

Cheng Qian glanced around and found that there were more and more black snakes, but they didn't move closer to the others, as if they were just staring at Yan Zhengming.

He abruptly pulled out the frost-blade sword, and Shuangyi rushed straight to the dude. At this moment, a hand suddenly twisted his shoulder from behind, Yan Zhengming pulled him aside, and the voice was in his throat: " Dodge-"

Cheng Qian saw the looming traces of the demon in his eyebrows at a glance, and was suddenly shocked: "Wait, Master..."

Yan Zhengming's whole person has been transformed into a sword wind, the dandy flutteringly wrapped in the sword wind and flew out, the smile on his face became more and more creepy, the pure black eyes almost turned into a pair of abyss, I saw that he was not exerting himself, The toes tapped around the Vermillion Bird Pagoda, opened his arms, as if he wanted to embrace the unparalleled sword energy, and then was slashed from head to toe by Yan Zhengming's sword. Divided into two paths, half of them fell to one side in a blur, twitched and died, while the other half dissipated into a thick black mist. Instead of dodging, they rushed towards Yan Zhengming.

The three copper coins in Yan Zhengming's hand rattled and cluttered, and the black mist paused slightly. At this moment, Cheng Qian's sword had arrived, and the thick hoarfrost instantly formed an ice wall, isolating the black mist from the outside. .

The three copper coins were suddenly detached from the wooden box and fell into the head seal on Yan Zhengming's neck. Yan Zhengming's mind made a "hum", and for a moment he felt that Yuanshen was being pulled from his body by some unstoppable force. Go out and enter the head seal.

All the complicated pictures flashed by, and with a "click" sound, Suzakuge opened wide in the lock, Yan Zhengming's eyes went black, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in an unfamiliar place, the stone statue came to life, holding three Copper coin, silently bowed his head and sat behind a stone table.

Yan Zhengming glanced at the reflection of a bowl of tea on the table in horror, and found that he seemed to be on the body of his master Beimingjun again.

He wanted to cry, but he didn't know where his fate was with this rebellious master.

The atmosphere at both ends of the stone table was stagnant, and a wooden sign was placed face down on the wooden table. Xu Yingzhi, the owner of the Vermillion Bird Pagoda, reached out and turned it over. The words "Han Muchun" suddenly appeared on it.

Yan Zhengming only felt a shock in his heart. On the one hand, he was surprised to see the master's name here, and on the other hand, it seemed to come from the heart of Lord Beiming.

Then Xu Yingzhi said, "Death."