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Of course, Yan Zhengming knew that the one who caused the trouble in the wooden sword was also a part of Cheng Qian. He was shocked and angry and said, "Cheng Qian, have you taken the wrong medicine!"
Cheng Qian's body swayed, as if he didn't know the pain. Bingshuang floated up his face along his neck, and there was a bloodstain running down the corner of his mouth, but he was unaware, staring at the front with deadly eyes, looking arrogant Familiar... Yan Zhengming's back froze, that is the soul of painting!
Cheng Qian slowly held the frost blade, and the tip of the sword slid across the ice, making a sour sound. He walked towards Yan Zhengming step by step.
"Does he want to kill me?" Yan Zhengming quickly flashed this thought in his heart, the whole person was cold from the head to the bottom of his feet, making a mess, and he stood there for a while.
Suddenly, a burst of golden light flashed from the corner of his eyes, and Yan Zhengming's heart skipped a beat - yes, golden lotus leaf!
No matter who he is, he doesn't know when the other party got down on Cheng Qian's hand, but as long as he can get the leaves of the golden lotus, a dozen painting souls are not a problem.
With this thought in mind, Yan Zhengming suddenly squeezed the wooden sword in his hand, and stopped Cheng Qian from taking advantage of his sword energy to self-mutilate, and flew towards the light source of the golden lotus leaf.
The consciousness in Cheng Qian's wooden sword immediately understood what he wanted: "Senior brother! Stop!"
But no one could hear what a sword was saying.
Tang Zhen led them here and used it to move his soul and trigger the painting soul.
That person has mastered all kinds of soul spells, why did he choose to draw souls?
In the blink of an eye, Cheng Qian suddenly had a guess—because Yan Zhengming had seen the real painting soul in the East Sea, he could recognize it, and no one in the Fuyao School would forget the painting soul.
Of course Tang Zhen knew that Cheng Qian couldn't kill Yan Zhengming, just to startle the snake. If he saw that he was trapped by the painting soul, what would Yan Zhengming's first reaction be?
It goes without saying - large golden lotus leaves.
At that moment, the consciousness in Cheng Qian's wooden sword fluctuated violently, almost affecting Yan Zhengming's inner palace. Yan Zhengming felt the familiar consciousness and instinctively froze.
Cheng Qian decisively withdrew his divine consciousness hidden in the wooden sword back to the inner palace, wrapped in a sheathed sword cultivator's sword energy from the wooden sword, and directly slashed at Ting Qiankun's seal.
The loose seal fell apart in an instant, and the sealed spirits in his inner palace were so radiant that it seemed to scorch his internal organs. From then on, the painting soul disappeared in an instant.
Immediately, a more severe test came.
Cheng Qian's whole body seemed to be on fire, and the fine frost that had just condensed on his body melted away visibly to the naked eye. In a blink of an eye, his hair and clothes were soaked, and the sense of primordial spirit and body was suddenly disconnected. The Juling Jade's body is not yet complete, the same as when he was almost split out of the body by the heavenly robbery for the first time.
Cheng Qian's body lost control and fell softly.
The secret realm of Daxueshan shuddered, Yan Zhengming ignored him, grabbed Cheng Qian's hand, pulled him into his arms, and said, "If he wants to kill me, let him kill him."
Yan Zhengming was almost shivered by Cheng Qian's hot body. Then, Gangfeng, which had disappeared, flew over again, and the sharp-edged blade rammed like a wild horse in the secret realm, completely losing control.
Yan Zhengming hugged Cheng Qian tightly. Almost at the same time, the secret realm under their feet suddenly collapsed. Yan Zhengming used sword energy to defend himself and Cheng Qian, forming a protective film, wrapping the two of them to the secret realm. Go deep.
Chapter 103
This secret realm has no idea how deep it is. Yan Zhengming's body-protecting sword energy is like a sand fortress on the beach, which has been rebuilt and broken countless times.
What exactly is the secret realm of the Daxue Mountain?
Where are they going?
If it keeps going down like this, will it eventually fall to the bottom of the North Underworld?
Yan Zhengming thought that he had already seen the light from the golden lotus leaves, which meant they were in the center of the secret realm of Daxue Mountain. At this time, he realized that it was the golden light with extremely strong penetrating power and spread all over the place, but the golden lotus deity was still far away. Eight thousand miles away.
He had an illusion, as if the entire North Sea of Darkness was so dark because it concentrated all the light on that golden lotus.
Yan Zhengming's body-protecting sword qi fell apart again, and he couldn't get up the strength to reunite it again.
He remembered the Wangyou Valley that Cheng Qian had told him. It was said that in that place where there is neither life nor death, the master and the master would stay in it forever, and there was nothing around except for some little ghosts who refused to stay more.
Yan Zhengming didn't tell Cheng Qian the unspeakable bond between the two, but was secretly pleased with the result.
If you can reunite with the soul of your beloved, what is it? What is smashed to the bone?
The tip of his nose lightly rubbed Cheng Qian's neck, and he said in his heart, "You will be angry with me in this life, but in the next life you will be a cow and a horse for me."
Just as he was thinking about getting ready to die, a strange magic weapon suddenly landed beside him, adding a body-protecting True Essence to the two of them.
Yan Zhengming: "..."
Wait, why is there anyone else in this ghost place?
Although he was saved, Sect Master Yan was too involved in his thoughts, and he was a little unhappy about being disturbed for a while.
Fortunately, his untimely illness was not terminally ill, Yan Zhengming quickly reacted, and with this precious breathing time, he quickly adjusted his disordered true essence.
At the same time, he did not forget to carefully investigate this unexpected help.
This body-protecting real essence is divided into two layers. The inner layer that is close to people is extremely warm. It is as warm as a quilt warmed by a stove in winter. It is so cruel that it is exactly the same as the secret realm of Daxue Mountain.
Who is so powerful?
Only one person whispered in his ear: "Concentrate, you are a little impatient, the aggressiveness of the sword is too strong, it will stimulate the wind here, restrain yourself."
Yan Zhengming turned his head slightly: "Who?"
The man didn't answer, but a piece of music sounded from far to near.
The tune is stretched and leisurely, as if after a chūn snow, the weather turned warm without warning, the frozen ice cubes in the decaying lotus pond slowly melted away, and the life hidden in the mud was broken and revealed a little clue, the fish of the coming year. Chuī opened the dead branches and leaves of the previous season, revealing sparkling scales.
And thousands of lotus leaves are like a beauty who lightly unwinds Luoshang, slowly stretching out her body following the wind and dew, surrounded by a lotus that has been washed with water...
Yan Zhengming couldn't hear what kind of musical instrument it was. He only felt that his restless heart because of Cheng Qian had calmed down a little. What's wrong - just now was too worried about Cheng Qian, and was aroused by the gang wind in the secret realm, and Jianyi almost fell to a realm.
He slowly gathered up the sword qi that he had leaked out, and the Gangfeng in the secret realm really showed a lot of weakness, and after a while, there was a tendency to calm down.
Yan Zhengming lowered his head to adjust Cheng Qian's posture, and said in a low voice, "Thank you... My junior brother is in a bad situation. I may have some enthusiasm for a while."
There was a faint lingering rhythm in the music, and the final sound had stopped. The man said: "It's just a mere spell, there is a solution, don't worry too much."
Yan Zhengming gently broke Cheng Qian's face, and looked at Cheng Qian's face carefully for a moment, and suddenly found that the black energy between Cheng Qian's eyebrows and the strange mark in the shape of his ears had disappeared together, except that his body was getting hotter and hotter. Nothing out of the ordinary.
"Strange," Yan Zhengming said in his heart, "it doesn't look like a painting soul anymore."
He asked tentatively, "I wonder if Your Excellency can see what kind of spell he is in?"
The voice said indifferently: "Chūn Qiu Mantra, you cultivators seem to be called 'Painting Soul' as well. It's so magical, but it's actually just a little trick of carving insects, don't worry about it."
Yan Zhengming raised his eyebrows - what is "you monks"?
Yan Zhengming: "Dare to ask the honorable driver..."
"I'm not a 'respectful driver'," the voice said vaguely, as if he was not used to people's polite tone, and there was a bit of bluntness in the misty, "I'm just a flower spirit born with golden lotus flowers."
As he said, a gray-white shadow flashed in front of Yan Zhengming, and it was unclear whether it was male, female or young. Attention will ignore him.
Yan Zhengming narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering how the Hualing planned to deal with the two intruders.
Hua Ling seemed to see what he was thinking, and said straightly: "You don't have to worry about it. The reason why I came forward to protect the two of you was also under the order of the Golden Lotus."
Yan Zhengming was stunned for a moment, although he was always arrogant and handsome, but he was not narcissistic enough to think that he could see flowers bloom, and he was very vigilant in his heart, thinking: "Isn't this ghost lotus going to use us as flower fertilizer? "
Hua Ling said: "Today's golden lotus leaves are blooming because of you, you naturally have the right to take it away and come with me."
Yan Zhengming: "..."
Jinlian invited him to take away his own leaves? Seeing that he was going to be shot to death by the secret realm of the snow mountain, he specially sent a Hua Ling to escort him?
Is this a daydream?
There is a saying that "rushing is not a business", not to mention that he has always been used to bad luck, and he is determined not to believe that this kind of shit can fall on his head.
Yan Zhengming frowned and said tentatively: "This... I'm flattered, not to mention others, it's the senior demon cultivator who opened Daxue Mountain outside, and his cultivation level is probably above me, why am I? How can you?"
Hua Ling said: "That ghost cultivation base is indeed above you, but he is not qualified - because he is not the sect of all demons."
Yan Zhengming: "...Excuse me, neither am I."
Hua Ling said: "The leaves of the golden lotus can wash away all the sins in the world, and it itself represents a kind of rule. It does not recognize whoever has a high cultivation level. The person it recognizes, whether it is good or evil, must be someone who can control the situation and the rules. This is called 'powerful', the 'potential' of 'powerful', it can be seen that you are a righteous monk, maybe you are not outstanding in yourself, but all the other great powers of your generation have died, and the 'potential' will fall There is nothing unusual about you, so don't panic."