As he spoke, the black air around Shizhou Mountain continued to roll, and it seemed that a large number of demon cultivators were chasing at the foot of the mountain.

Li Yun finally breathed evenly, and hurriedly smiled and said: "I met a lot of demons on the way here, and they chased us both to the brink of shit."

No one at the scene paid any attention to his self-mockery.

Violent demonic energy from all directions permeated endlessly, and the "tude" on Suoxiantai trembled. The demon dragon laughed loudly and said: "This world should have changed the day, go with me to toss it, the mountains and rivers will change color-"

Demons from all directions responded.

The huge claws of the demon dragon slid across the clouds, as if one claws ripped the sky, and the heavy rain suddenly poured down like a leak.

The mountain was violently windy and rainy, the demons danced wildly below the mountain, and the Shizhou Mountain became a mess.

Zhuang Nanxi strode forward, wiped the rain on his face, and said to Yan Zhengming in a loud voice: "Senior! The junior is ignorant and has never heard of the famous name of the Fuyao School, but didn't someone say that Fuyao will be killed when he meets a demon? Who can stay out of it?"

I don't know if it was Cheng Qian's illusion, he felt that Yan Zhengming's body seemed to be shaking slightly.

Zhuang Nanxi said generously: "Seniors, please take the big picture for the public and let go of the small differences between you!"

Cheng Qian turned his head abruptly, as if he had passed through the pouring rain and thick dark clouds, and met Han Yuan's eyes in the air.

never go back.

The Fuyao faction, which had been hidden for many years, reappeared in front of the world at this time, and once again fell on the cusp of the wind, and their little junior brother, who used to love to be lazy and mischievous, also drifted away, and could never go back.

The evil spirits that must emerge in every generation, and the ancestral teaching that every demon must be killed.

"Let's get out of the way for those who are heroes." At this moment, Tang Zhen suddenly separated from the crowd and strode over, "Is it almost impossible to stand without seeing him?"

His voice fell, and Yan Zhengming suddenly fell down without warning.

Cheng Qian couldn't care about his nonsense anymore, he hurriedly reached out to catch him, only to feel that his tentacles were cold, and Yan Zhengming's breathing was so shallow that he didn't seem to be able to feel it.

Zhuang Nanxi was stunned. At this moment, an unknown cultivator stepped forward cautiously and said, "Please... please come with me, senior. There is a place to rest on Shizhou Mountain."

Tang Zhen said: "Please lead the way, this lunatic was injured by the trapped dragon lock just now."

After he finished speaking, he gave the bewildered Cheng Qian a wink and motioned for him to follow.

Cheng Qian hurriedly picked up Yan Zhengming, and Li Yun and Shuikeng also hurriedly followed, none of the monks in the mountains dared to stop him.

Cheng Qian quickly caught up with Tang Zhen: "Brother Tang, my brother he..."

"Don't ask," Tang Zhen said in a voice that was almost in a whisper, "At that time, I saw the Baihu Villa summoning the disciples, and after I went to inquire about it, I sent your senior brothers a letter. In addition to locking the location of Xiantai, he also asked me for one. Forbidden."

Cheng Qianchen clenched his mouth: "What?"

"I raised my cultivation to the extreme in a short period of time, and then endured three times the backlash afterward... Sigh, I thought your senior brother was quite easy-going," Tang Zhen frowned. "If I knew he was like this, I wouldn't give it."

Cheng Qian was stunned.

He was shocked for a while, looking at Yan Zhengming's haggard face, he didn't know what it was like.

In a trance, the words Zhuang Nanxi said hovered in his chest, and he was about to come out——

In the world, as long as it doesn't violate morality, there is nothing I can't do for him.

The author has something to say: Volume III End

Volume Four Prosperity and Decline

Chapter 73

I heard that that night, the deep pool Jiao kept at the gate of the West Palace died so that a white belly floated up.

The hall that locked the Xiantai was collapsed into slag, and as soon as the trapped dragon lock was removed, there was only an empty platform left in place.

The demons and ghosts at the foot of the Shizhou Mountains roared for a night without a head or tail. They fought each other and clashed with the monks in the mountains for several times. The rogues and thieves were in chaos, and the officers and soldiers not only couldn't control it at all, they had to flee for their lives with the common people.

The response of the imperial court was not unpleasant, and the next day Tianyan Department sent someone, but unfortunately the effect was only better than nothing - monks from famous families regarded themselves very highly, which one listened to the dispatch of the imperial court? The group of demon cultivators in the southern border are even more upside-down, with a large number of people, and they make a scene and change places, and they can't see any demands. They are completely disgusting.

The mountains of Shizhou, the world's most prosperous place, suffered a great disaster. There were thousands of miles of wild dead, bones everywhere, and water sources contaminated by corpses and epidemics were widespread. Countless mortals were displaced.

The cultivators of all sects fought and ignored it, stirring up the heaven and earth to clear the air, causing chaos in the five elements in the local area, sometimes watery, sometimes on fire. Sickly, he looked at the cold crickets of unknown origin in the soil.

Yin Yang was upside down for three or four days, and finally attracted the wrath of the heavens and the earth. One of the gods and thunder split Suo Xiantai in two.

This seems to herald the beginning of a melee between gods and demons and the collapse of order.

Bian Xu didn't stop at all, he got down from Suoxiantai and turned back to the Xuanwu Hall. He immediately announced the retreat, and no one would show up again.

The owner of the White Tiger Villa has never appeared since the beginning. Whether it was an unannounced visit to the southern border or dealing with an accident on the Suo Xiantai, he only sent one disciple and an elder who was anxious to call people "guī son". Rumors spread that the reason why the owner of White Tiger Villa did not show up was that he had long since fallen.

At this point, the four saints who guarded the Quartet, like four pillars of the sky, have fallen and fallen silently, and as they left the scene sadly, a long and peaceful era seems to have passed.

The world is in turmoil, and mortals and monks are in danger.

Thousands of feet of tall buildings and the prosperousness of Shengge that never sleeps are like a gorgeous and fragile relief on the ice. A pot of boiling water is poured on it, and even the face is blurred.

However, Cheng Qian ignored these matters.

On that day, he left Suoxiantai with Tang Zhen and settled in a simple inn under the mountainside of Shizhou Mountain. For the first time, he saw what it was like to be attacked by his true essence.

When the backlash broke out, Yan Zhengming's forehead jumped out with a few blue veins, as if it was about to burst out at any time, his palm inadvertently held the stone's edge, and an uncontrollable groan overflowed from his throat, the stone half palm thick. Chuáng was crushed into a pile of gravel powder by him.

Tang Zhen said loudly: "The little brats are going out, this is not for fun, and if you don't have the primordial spirit, you should stay far away... uh!"

His voice fell, and Yan Zhengming suddenly burst out with a huge sword intent, the coldness from Sword Art Online, no one could stand it in front of him.

Tang Zhen didn't take a breath, took a few steps back with an ugly face, and stretched out his hand to hold his churning chest.

The entire inn was on the verge of collapsing, and there were a few "poofs" on the top beams and pillars. The overflowing sword intent was silent, just rubbing the edges a little, and immediately left a few inches deep on the wood and stone.

Tang Zhen stretched out his arm and grabbed Cheng Qian's shoulder, his skinny fingers pinched into a wound on his shoulder, and Cheng Qian's whole body was jolted.

"Don't be stunned, I can't hold his sword energy, it's up to you, I can't let all his true essence flow out, otherwise not only will he not be able to withstand the injury of the trapped dragon lock, but he will be affected by him for miles around. No one can run away!"

Cheng Qian came back to his senses immediately, and the whole body's true essence scattered out, wrapping the entire inn in it, forming an invisible net, trapping Yan Zhengming's backlash against the sword energy.

But he can only fight and kill himself, whether it is healing others, or being a helper, he has never done such a thing. The inner palace is always under attack from the sword cultivator unconsciously, and he has to be careful not to give it to the other party. The injury added to the injury, and the two sides were immediately stalemate there, but after half a column of incense, Cheng Qian's forehead was already sweating.

Yan Zhengming seemed to be stabbed by a thousand knives, laying down on the stone, unable to hum.

He seemed to be awake, but his eyes were slack, his consciousness struggled for a moment, he didn't know where he was, Yan Zhengming tried in vain to grasp something in the air with his already cramped fingers, consciously tried his best, but there were only fingertips at all. Trembling slightly, his bloodless lips opened and closed, as if he had called out "Xiao Qian".

Tang Zhen pinched a complicated hand trick with both hands. The next moment, Cheng Qian felt a warm breeze gurgling past him. The wound and bruise on his waist were swept away by "that thing", and he was immediately repaired as before. .

The breeze originally didn't enter Yan Zhengming's body, Yan Zhengming moved slightly, his back heaved violently, as if he had a little consciousness, Tang Zhen's face suddenly turned ashen as if he had died once.

Tang Zhen took advantage of his consciousness and hurriedly said, "Sect Master Yan, take away your sword energy!"

Yan Zhengming actually heard it, but he was helpless. He felt that every inch of flesh and blood was picked by the razor, and he thought blankly: "Master, practicing swords hurts so much, I don't want to practice anymore."

Tang Zhen turned to Cheng Qian with a cold sweat on his head: "No delay!"

Cheng Qian gritted his teeth, and suddenly he tightened his true essence, forcibly pushed back the scattered sword qi, the sword qi collided back and forth in the invisible net, and he only felt that the swordsmen screamed between his inner palace and the sea of ​​​​qi, For a while, there was an illusion of being pierced by thousands of arrows.

Li Yun, who was waiting at the door, felt a sudden burst of light from inside, the window lattice shook violently, and in the blink of an eye, a layer of ice was covered, and it was frozen solid.

Li Yun pulled back the puddle where he probed his brain, and pushed open the frozen hotel door—

Cheng Qian knelt on one knee on the ground and hugged Yan Zhengming tightly, his tattered shirt was half soaked with blood, and it was wet against his body, Li Yun stepped forward with trembling liver, and called out softly, "Xiao Qian. ?"

Cheng Qian seemed to want to stand up, but he staggered a step under his feet. Li Yun rushed into the room and helped him up: "You are too desperate!"

Cheng Qian was speechless for a while.

"It's alright for now." Tang Zhen stood up awkwardly and took a deep look at Yan Zhengming, who had passed out, "The rest depends on luck."