There's nothing unusual about Cheng Qian, what's unusual is where he sits.

Li Yun stepped on the threshold with one foot, and his expression was wretched and embarrassed. It was impossible to enter or retreat.

Rao was in a crisis all over the world, but Yan Zhengming was still guilty of a thief by his eyes, and said angrily, "What are you doing there? Get in here!"

Cheng Qian looked at the limp big bird and asked, "Is this the little junior sister?"

"There is something wrong with her demon bones." Li Yun placed the puddle on the table. The temperature of the puddle was extremely high. Li Yun's sleeves and hands were burnt out in a row of charred black. The moment her body touched the table, she heard "squeak" With a sound, a pot of cold wine next to it boiled.

Li Yun waved his hand and moved the wine barrel to the window sill, retracted his hands, and said, "So it's not my fault that she can't come back."

Puddle was lying on the table half-dead, like a splendid roast jī, and said, "Senior brother, I'm going to die."

Then the dying man tilted his head and saw Yan Zhengming just opened the dim sum that he had just opened and left aside, so he took a sip, leaving a hole through, and said while eating, "You have to be a full-fledged ghost even if you die. "

Cheng Qian: "..."

He found that the senior brother was very good at bringing up children, especially teaching students according to their aptitude, completely retaining the original bird spirit of the younger junior sister.

At this time, it was already dark outside, and the few residents in the restaurant were all clothed in their clothes, and their hearts stretched their necks to watch outside in panic. Cheng Qian took a look and saw that there seemed to be a black dragon looming among the dark clouds in the distance. In the meantime—this is not the antique that has been dead for 8,000 years in the True Dragon Banner. The huge coercion comes along with the unsettling demonic energy, covering the changing situation for half a day.

At this moment, there was a sudden crunch from the body of the puddle, the wings of the half-human-high bird suddenly stretched, and a flame several feet high jumped up on its body, and the wooden table was immediately set on fire.

Yan Zhengming showed his long sleeves, and the Senran sword qi from Jianxiu was like a transparent cover, which suddenly enveloped the whole room. Li Yun took out a bag of cinnabar from his arms, picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus wine on the windowsill and melted it. The person almost became an afterimage, and circles of fiery red spells spread out on the ground like clouds and water.

Cheng Qian originally wanted to say, "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, can you leave?", but seeing this situation, he swallowed the unnecessary question. He grabbed the frost blade and jumped, jumped up the roof, stood Protect the law outside.

There were several huge earthquakes under his feet, and the power of the demon was always trying to break the bones, and was suppressed by Yan Zhengming.

Every time the water hole grows a demon bone, they both seem to want to share their lives. Even though Yan Zhengming's realm in these years has gone a thousand miles, the power of the demon in the water hole has grown even crazier. At this time, the long feather behind her was captured. The scattered sword qi was cut into pieces, but the blazing Samadhi true fire spread out involuntarily, even affecting Cheng Qian outside the sword qi circle.

Cheng Qian's back almost felt a burning pain, and the fire on the puddle seemed to be more irritable than that of the Vermillion Bird Pagoda.

Suddenly, a shrill bird cry came from behind him, and a red glow burst out of the roof and shot straight into the sky, tearing a hole in the dense black cloud, and it was like a huge target was erected thousands of miles away.

The black dragon in the cloud in the distance suddenly turned his head and looked at Cheng Qian's eyes. Cheng Qian's hair stood on end for a while, and he involuntarily clenched the sword in his hand - he hadn't felt this way for many years.

Suddenly, someone whispered not far away: "Phoenix Jiuchu... Is she Tong He?"

The voice was very familiar, Cheng Qian turned his head abruptly, and said in surprise, "Brother Tang? Why are you here?"

It was Tang Zhen who came. don't know if it was because of the dark clouds, Tang Zhen's face became more and more ugly, like a tuberculosis ghost with a short life.

Behind him, two young men followed, one on the left and one on the right, carefully supporting him from both sides. One was Nian Mingming's precious son Nian Da, who likes to talk to himself, and the other was the one who used three ice picks to nail his soul not long ago. Rokuro.

Tang Zhen did not greet him, but looked at the approaching black dragon, and said feebly: "Among the three thousand demons, there is one that is the most rare, because the inner demon enters the Dao and uses the body as the inner demon weapon. It can gather the invincible power of the world's inner demons and gather into a dragon. However, the inner demons hurt others and themselves, and this is the first time I know that someone can go this far - little friend, you have to be careful, Tong Tong The Hetianyao's demon bones are just right for the back of a dragon."

While speaking, the black dragon had arrived, and the mortals and monks had become ants, and had already fled in all directions, shouting everywhere.

Long Yin fell like a thunderbolt, so shocked that people could hardly stand up, only a loud noise was heard. Except for the restaurant under Cheng Qian's feet, all the surrounding houses and trees were spared, and they fell apart in an instant.

Cheng Qian: "Get out of the way!"

The frost blade in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath, and the frost and cold air dàng in all directions like water waves, and the humming sound like the strings could be heard from far away.

In the humid and sultry air, every drop of water seemed to be squeezed out by him. Frost covered the entire restaurant in the blink of an eye. Cheng Qian stood on the pointed roof, holding a frost blade. Dodge.

The hoarfrost that opened up and the black cloud of the bīzhi collided with each other without any buffer.

"Boom" -

Extremely bright and extremely dark meet on a narrow road. The two welcoming stone lions at the bottom of the restaurant, scratching their heads and posing, were swept aside, and instantly turned to dust.

Tang Zhen threw a multicolored stone the moment they faced each other, and the stone turned into a cover out of thin air, covering the three of them inside. After the light passed, a crack was clearly left on the cover.

The so-called rock-shattering-

Nian was so shocked that he stammered: "Tang...Tang...this, this is the colorful stone left in the world by the female and the goddess Nuwa..."

Tang Zhen didn't seem to feel much distressed, and only said lightly: "It's just leftovers, how can you resist a blow from the magic dragon? Now that the magic dragon has been established, this devil is already qualified to win Beiming."

Nian's eyes were so wide that he was about to go out of the window: "He can become Lord Beiming!"

"I can't." Tang Zhen said, "The devil is the king and the loser. If you want to win Beiming, you need to pave the way for the corpse of the previous generation of Beiming. The last Beiming has a soul left, and he is... um, very remarkable. The Daoist friend of his was sealed with his own primordial spirit, so that he was neither alive nor dead, and the 'Bei Mingjun' was sealed forever, and no one could obtain it again."

Nian Da didn't want to listen to him talk about ancient times, and asked nervously: "My uncle Cheng is only about a hundred years old, how can I fight against the sect of ten thousand demons?"

Liu Lang remained silent for a while, but after hearing this, his hand holding Tang Zhen tightly tightened involuntarily.

Tang Zhen didn't speak, just looked up - Cheng Qian on the roof swayed, and half of the tip of Shuangblade's sword was already stained with black gas, he didn't look at the sword in his hand, just raised his sleeves He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at the black dragon in the sky without giving an inch.

Heilong has three claws as big as three Cheng Qians, and grabbed him head-on step by step, Cheng Qian jumped up to meet him, and gathered all the frost scattered like a sea in one line. Desperate for it." Fitted with the incomparably accurate sword intent, it sank into the heart of the black dragon's claws.

Tang Zhen patted Liulang's hand and said in a low voice, "Don't worry about the sky, he is a sharp blade forged with a catastrophe."

Chapter 65

The black dragon was in pain, and with a long hiss, it turned the whole sky into a pot of porridge, and the thick black cloud shook down like a splatter. Wherever it went, it seemed like a plague was rampant, and the vitality of flowers, birds, plants and trees was endless. In an instant, There was no grass on the ground, and the falling black cloud swallowed Cheng Qian whole.

Nian Da, a country cultivator who had never seen the world before, exclaimed and was too frightened to look at it, but Liu Lang stepped forward abruptly, raised his foot to leave the protection area of ​​the colorful stone, and was pulled back by Tang Zhen's shoulder.

Liu Lang wears a mask on his half-human face. He has long since lost his youthful appearance when he went to Mingming Valley. His voice was low and hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing an iron pan, and it sounded very difficult: "Senior, I..."

Tang Zhen said with a somewhat indescribable indifference: "You just memorized a set of introductory exercises, and you don't even have a sense of qi. What's the difference between you and those mortal birds and insects? Where is your turn to come out?"

Rokuro said sternly: "Senior Cheng left me alive, and I will repay it with sincerity."

Tang Zhen said mercilessly: "You are brave enough to fill the gap between the big devil's teeth. What is he going to do?"

Rokuro's fists clenched suddenly.

Tang Zhen didn't even look at him, he just said lightly: "I'm asking for a big làng on the road, a nine-death life, be it kindness or hatred, you have to have the ability to repay it, and talk about the benefits. ?"

Rokuro: "But..."

Tang Zhen didn't seem to be worried about Cheng Qian at all, he just said, "Just watch."

Cheng Qian was swallowed by the black mist, and he couldn't find a way out for a while. He only felt that the whole body was trapped in the sea of ​​​​air, and he didn't lift it up in one breath, and almost fell from the air.

His mood, which had not been disturbed for many years, was stirred up and down by the surrounding black mist full of demonic energy. For a time, the powerlessness of his youth, the ups and downs and the gathering and dispersing, the heart-piercing pain in the Juling Jade seemed to be heartbreaking. It landed on him again, and there seemed to be a voice in his chest asking, "You really have no resentment?"

His resentment towards his biological parents will end until his death. He can recognize Zhou Hanzheng with just a pair of eyes. The neglect he has suffered in his life is all in his heart. He never rubs sand in his eyes, and he can suddenly become a Buddha and become a saint. , forget the past?

Does he really have no resentment towards Han Yuan's hand that passed through his heart?

That's something that even the always tolerant senior brother can't care about, not to mention the always narrow-minded Cheng Qian, who has been at peace with each other for so many years. Is it because he has changed his face and become a bright moon, who refuses to hold grudges at all, or... Just using Tang Zhen to take away his memory of forty-nine years of unfamiliarity, and deliberately shelving it?