Yan Zhengming's annoyed mood for a few days settled down, he stretched out his hand to twist the hard shell of the dim sum, and said with an old-fashioned attitude: "Hey, you poor, you bought dim sum with a few pennies? It's hard enough to smash your head, this thing Is it for people to eat?"

Cheng Qian smiled and said, "If you like to eat or not, you will be busy."

After speaking, he picked up the wine glass and drank the sugar water mixed with a little wine.

As soon as the wine rolled to his throat, Cheng Qian realized that something was wrong, but unfortunately he couldn't spit out the regret. Yan Zhengming had no time to answer when he saw Cheng Qian froze for a moment, reaching out and grabbing something as if he was a little unsteady. , Without waiting to grasp the edge of the table, he fell down without warning.

The Ju Lingyu that was killed this day turned out to be a cup!

It's a pity that not everyone can be so calm and relaxed on the moonlit night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

In the past few days, the gangster and gang are in a daze, wishing they could dig three feet into the ground to find their young master who disappeared for no reason.

On the mid-autumn night, there was a lot of people outside the Suzaku Pagoda, everyone was looking forward to the moon on the top of the tower and the tower door opened. Only in front of a luxurious flying horse carriage, the two Primordial Spirit cultivators were anxiously waiting for the results of their investigation.

A middle-aged man came hurriedly, shook his head at the two old men with a dignified expression, and said in a low voice, "Senior, there is no news... The young master wants to enter the Vermilion Bird Pagoda, do you think he will follow those people that day? Mixed in?"

One of the old men shook his head and said, "Don't you know the cultivation level of the young master? Even if he has several strange treasures in his body, how can he have the ability to sneak into the Vermilion Bird Pagoda at will? Go find it again... sigh, the young master is willful for a while. , leave home alone, the master has taken care of me and must protect him comprehensively..."

His voice fell, and there was a burst of exclamations from the surrounding crowd. I saw that it was time for the annual Suzaku Pagoda to open. The hot air around the pagoda suddenly cooled down, and the pagoda door exploded with a "bang". No one came out from inside, only a cloud of black air loomed and rolled in it.

I don't know who said: "Look, there seems to be something wrong with this year's Vermillion Bird Pagoda..."

Chapter 64

A dark cloud suddenly came from nowhere, covering the bright moonlight tightly. On a sunny day, thunder exploded without warning, and half of the sky was pale.

Lightning was falling on the Vermillion Bird Pagoda, and nine or eighty-one bronze bells on the tower trembled at the same time.

Then, heard a loud noise, and the Suzaku Pagoda, which has existed for thousands of years, was divided into two parts in the middle.

The content of the Suzaku Pagoda that made countless people coveted finally appeared in front of everyone's eyes——

I saw that the back of the broken tower was empty, like an impoverished cage. The master's unrelenting stone statue was sitting in it like a haunted figure, and a crumbling oil lamp hung above his head, and the lamp body was in a hanging posture. Swing back and forth.

There seemed to be boundless sadness in the lowered eyebrows of the stone statue. It flickered and disappeared under the violently jumping flame of the oil lamp. A guī suddenly fell from its back, fell to the ground and turned over, trembling, revealing the engraving on the back A "chaotic" word.

It's a pity that no one could see it clearly. The next moment, the back and the stone statue disappeared without warning.

There seemed to be an old sigh coming from the hanging oil lamp, and the flame gradually went out.

The Suzaku Pagoda is no longer there, and the tower spirit who has been guarding the tower for hundreds of years must also go with it.

At this time, someone with sharp eyes saw something else, and asked the person next to him in a low voice, "Look, that's an icicle, right? What's frozen inside?"

Everyone looked at them, and then they saw a large icicle as tall as a person under the dead oil lamp, and there was a person who could not see clearly in the middle. It was about to break out, it was dark, and it merged with the night.

There is a saying that "the soul is immortal, the inner demon is immortal", this thing can't be killed, can't be eliminated, Cheng Qian had to make a "sealing" to seal it in ice.

Cheng Qian originally thought that in addition to the broken copper and rotten iron, there is a tower spirit that is not human. The inner demon is sealed in the ice and has no source of power. Over time, it will be weakened, even if it takes a decade or two. , the icicle was melted by the Suzaku Tower, and it was almost "starved" to death.

Who would have thought that this Suzaku Pagoda, which seemed to last forever, was shattered in an instant!

A thick black cloud surged up from the south, wrapping the icicle continuously, as if it was summoned by something.

The more nimble cultivators present were ready to run away when they saw this.

After all, the two Yuanshen cultivators in front of the carriage, who were protecting the playboy, had seen the world. One of the taller and thinner old men said, "This devilish energy is so high that it's not easy to get along with."

Another chubby person said: "I often hear people say that there are nightmare walkers in the southern border. I don't think it's empty. In any case, let's go first."

The tall and thin old man sighed and asked helplessly, "What about the young master?"

Before the chunky old man could answer, he heard a cultivator beside him say in shock, "Senior, look!"

I saw the cultivator who spoke had a grey sash on his waist, and the grey sash stood upright like a living thing, fluttering with the wind, and slowly pointed in the direction of the Vermillion Bird Pagoda.

The cultivator holding the gray scorpion said hurriedly: "Senior, this is the 'Tracking Aya'. When I came, I hit the young master with the other end for fear of an accident. Before the tracing scorpion, it must have been blocked by the Vermillion Bird Pagoda. As soon as the Suzaku Tower is bombed, it can immediately feel the position of the young master."

When the tall and thin old man heard it, his expression changed immediately, and he said in surprise, "Why is the young master in the Vermilion Bird Tower? This, how should this be?"

No matter how good it is - at this moment, an earth-shattering roar was heard in the distance, and all the black air vortices gathered around the icicle like a vortex, which actually gathered from the ground into a dragon, swayed up, and rolled up the icicle. .

I don't know who murmured: "Tujiao Chenglong, the world is in chaos..."

The black dragon pulled its neck to the sky, and a roar alarmed hundreds of thousands of mountains in the southern border. The icicle made a crisp sound, and a crack suddenly appeared. From top to bottom, it fell apart in a blink of an eye. , swirling around the sky.

Jiuxiao vibrated, and the stars and the moon dimmed. The black gas in the mountains was like an inextinguishable fire, swallowing half of the country.

The gods were terrified.

The pudgy Yuanshen cultivator was shocked: "Go! Go! Go!"

But Rao is his great power. In this situation, his voice is not much higher than Qiu Chung's. escaped away.

At the moment when the sword under his feet rose to the sky, the Suzaku Pagoda seemed to open a mouth full of fishy smell, swallowing all the people present, and neither the immortal body nor the primordial spirit escaped.

Seeing this, the chubby Primordial Spirit cultivator didn't dare to turn his head back and galloped towards the north.

At this time, in the border restaurant, Cheng Qian fell down without warning, frightening Yan Zhengming.

He kept shooting and shouting for a long while, only to find out that Cheng Qian had been poured down by this cup of sweet-scented osmanthus water mixed with wine.

Yan Zhengming didn't expect that his junior brother, who looked invincible and inhuman, was brought down so easily. Explain to whom: "Go and lie down on the bed."

Naturally, no one would answer him. After Yan Zhengming said this, as if he had received some permission, he carefully held his breath, bent over and picked up Cheng Qian, and put it in his bed where there was no hair left. between.

Yan Zhengming stared at Cheng Qian for a moment, then tentatively stretched out his hand and patted his face twice: "Hey, can't you really drink it?"

Cheng Qian didn't respond.

Yan Zhengming's mood involuntarily flew up - although he didn't know what he was looking for, if he had a tail, he must have been raised to the sky, he poked Cheng Qian's forehead, and said, "Look at your potential. "

Cheng Qian used his hand to slightly turn half of his face, and there was a smell of osmanthus in his shallow breath. After all, it was ordinary wine. With Cheng Qian's physique, even if the personnel did not know, the real essence would run on its own. Exhausting that bit of alcohol, even if he was drunk, he wouldn't be drunk for a moment.

Yan Zhengming took this moment to sit beside the bed, tracing Cheng Qian's facial features with his eyes, and it seemed as if a pebble had been lost in the lake of the heart that had just settled down, and ripples again floated.

He was like a poor child guarding the candy. He wanted to guard himself for stealing, but he didn't have the guts to commit a crime. He was almost jumping out of his throat, and there was a weird smirk on his face.

Just then, there was a sudden movement outside the window.

Yan Zhengming, who seemed to have fallen into the rice vat like a mouse, suddenly recovered from a pile of old and unorthodox fantasies.

The birds in the courtyard seemed to be frightened all at once, fluttering their wings and fleeing in all directions. The sky seemed to come up from the south, the thick clouds were rolling like cháo, and a huge pressure followed the dark night sky. Yan Zhengming couldn't care about peeking at whose sleeping face, he returned his palm and pressed it on Cheng Qian's back heart, and the real essence with sharp energy suddenly drove straight in, instantly turning the tepid spinning in Cheng Qian's body. The real essence stirred up, and the wine that had no sips disappeared instantly.

Cheng Qian was slapped by him, coughing and sobering up, and it was not very pleasant to wake up a foreigner with Zhen Yuan. Qian's brows twitched into a ball, and he propped himself up with a little effort, thinking that if Yan Niangniang dared to tell him that this palm was slapped because he didn't take off his shoes, he would have to commit the following crimes.

Yan Zhengming was already standing in front of the window in an instant, with his back to Cheng Qian said: "Pour a cup, get up, something happened."

The frost blade that Cheng Qian had just thrown on the table made a "humming" sound, and he pinched the center of his eyebrows: "What?"

The words fell, and the door that Yan Zhengming had just broken open by Cheng Qian was kicked open again, only to see Li Yun burst in with a long-legged bird half a person's height on his shoulders: "Eldest brother... uh, little, Little Dive?"