Cheng Qian couldn't wait to roar, he finally figured out how the demon-removing seals of the major sects were controlled by Tianyan, finally understood what the so-called "Oath of the Ten Directions" was, and finally understood why Shang Wannian We must let him accept the inheritance only when the primordial spirit is fully restored, and finally understand why the owner of the dignified White Tiger Villa has always avoided the world and disappeared, living himself as an old lunatic...

But these secrets were all trapped in his heart with the prohibition of listening to Qiankun, and he had to keep this secret alone and fearfully for the rest of his life.

Yan Zhengming didn't know why at first, but suddenly, he seemed to feel something, put a hand on Cheng Qian's chest, then frowned, and asked softly, "Is this... a ban on speaking?"

What exactly is that ear-shaped mark? Why can you unlock the soul of painting? And why was Cheng Qian allowed to pick off the golden lotus leaves without restriction?

There were countless doubts in Yan Zhengming's heart for a while, but seeing that Cheng Qian couldn't say it, he had to swallow all the questions back into his stomach, and patted his back gently, for fear that he would be blocked again.

Cheng Qian took a deep breath, calmed himself, and pretended to be relaxed: "Since you won't let me say it, let's not mention it - Tang Zhen... I guess he won't give up, since he can say '100' Ten thousand resentful souls should be on him', that is, there must be arrangements, although Han Yuan may not be able to beat him, but he may not be able to fight him."

Yan Zhengming: "Anyway, we have to get out of here first. The North Underworld is like a dead sea. If it sinks like this, we may sink into the eighteen layers of hell."

"Dead Sea..." Cheng Qian repeated it lowly, and suddenly thought of something, he grabbed the frost blade on his waist, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, released Yan Zhengming, and waved his hand and handed out a sword intent.

Yan Zhengming's eyes lit up, this is exactly the return to nature in the Fuyao wooden sword, "withered wood meets chūn".

The dead wood is the vitality of the Jedi. It is very appropriate to use it here, but Yan Zhengming has not had time to boast "this is very savvy" when he saw a looming sword qi waving out from the frost blade, gently Soft and smooth, but unfortunately the sword holder's state of mind was unstable, the sword intent could not be harmonious, and soon melted into the sea water, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Cheng Qian let out a "tsk", frowned slightly, and was about to start over, but Yan Zhengming held his wrist.

Yan Zhengming: "Withered trees meet chūn, which means that the way of heaven has left a ray of vitality for all things. With this, two can be born, two can immediately give birth to three, and then three can give birth to all things."

Even though Cheng Qian couldn't tell, but the stagnation and stagnation in Jianyi couldn't deceive anyone, especially Jianxiu.

Yan Zhengming looked at him sternly for a while: "But why is your sword only meant to kill the Jedi, what were you thinking?"

Cheng Qian was speechless.

Yan Zhengming looked solemn. Suddenly, he grabbed Cheng Qian's hand holding the frost blade and said in a low voice, "Look."

The unfamiliar sword qi poured into the frost blade through the overlapping of the two hands, and Yan Zhengming's completely different true essence wiped away the thin frost that never melted on the fierce sword in an instant, revealing the original shiny blade.

Then, the long sword qi rolled out from the frost blade, turning the enclosure and stirring the sea water in front of the two, the frost blade made a huge "hum", and the originally stagnant Beiming water instantly burst into a huge flower. The splash of water first formed a line, then exploded in situ, and swept away in all directions.

The surrounding sea water was constantly stirred up, and it boiled with every passing message. This group of dead wood flowers seemed to be born out of a gap, and the vitality was extremely strong, and in a blink of an eye, it filled a sea area.

The next moment, the lost buoyancy under the entire Beiming Sea re-condensed, and the two quickly stopped sinking.

Yan Zhengming didn't let go of Cheng Qian's hand holding the sword, looked straight into his eyes and said: "This is the dead wood meets chūn, do you want me to teach you again for Master? Give me half-dead horns, you Just wait to be cleaned up!"

Cheng Qian didn't have time to admit his mistake and shouted, "Be careful!"

Just listening to a loud bang, the stirred sea water rushed forward in an earth-shattering manner, as if to crush the two people to death. The body-protecting real energy was released, even so, the two of them were still bumped into each other.

The two of them floated up at a very abnormal speed, getting faster and faster. The surrounding sea water was already chaotic, and no one dared to open their eyes for a while.

I don't know how long they "flyed" in the water. Suddenly, the two of them suddenly became lighter. After a high-pitched "hum", Cheng Qian and Yan Zhengming pierced the surface of the Beiming Sea with a sword energy and came out of dehydration.

Yan Zhengming had had enough suffering in the Sea of ​​Beiming, and as soon as he escaped, he immediately took out his wooden sword, and did not dare to stay in this evil sea, pulled Cheng Qian, and flew out like lightning: "Go! Get out of here first!"

The abyss and sea wall that had been raised on the sea because of the secret realm of the Daxue Mountains had already been blasted flat. The two of them dared not take the boat as leisurely as they had come, and Yu Jian flew thousands of miles away in one breath.

Cheng Qiancai finally found the opportunity and said, "It's better to wait until the matter is over, and then you can clean me up - do you think Tang Zhen will go to Han Yuan immediately?"

Yan Zhengming: "When I first entered the secret realm of Daxue Mountain, I felt that the Primordial Divine Sword left to Li Yun was touched when I left. You also know that Li Yun will never touch these life-saving swords until he is about to die. Thing... leave this sea, I can probably feel the direction of the Primordial Divine Sword, why don't I look for it with me?"

After such stimulation, Cheng Qian finally slowly regained his lost vitality, as if he had just left the ice pool.

"Then we have to find the Year of the Monkey Horse Moon?" Cheng Qian said, "You can't be like Tang Zhen, as long as there is a ghost, his Primordial Spirit can flow from the end of the world to the cape at any time. It's cold, let's kill a bunch of ghosts, he can create new ones, it's useless."

Yan Zhengming: "Do you mean that we take the bottom line and go directly to his soul-devouring lamp? Do you have any clues?"

Cheng Qian: "I'm thinking, don't rush."

"Wait, be careful!" Yan Zhengming suddenly made the wooden sword make a sharp turn in the air without warning, and when he raised his hand to catch the shoulder of the process, the frost blade screeched, and the two stopped at the same time.

Cheng Qian followed his gaze and saw a gray ghost floating not far from them. The ghost was holding a rǔ white halo in his hands and was waiting for them in the air.

Yan Zhengming: "Is that the ghost of Tang Zhen? Waiting here, do you want to observe for his master whether we are dead or not?"

Cheng Qian didn't say a word, and followed the halo Yujian forward.

Yan Zhengming hurriedly chased after him: "Slow down, these ghosts are not much cheaper than ordinary cultivators' self-destruction of primordial spirits... Hey, why is he?"

Cheng Qian looked solemn: "Rokuro?"

This ghost is actually the boy Rokuro who has been following Tang Zhen!

When Liu Lang was possessed by Jiang Peng and was about to die, Cheng Qian used his own real essence to nail his three souls and seven souls into his body, and entrusted Nian Da to bring Liu Lang to Tang Zhen, who had a way of understanding the soul, to save his life.

Tang Zhen gave him a lingering life. Liulang was grateful for his life-saving grace, and he followed Tang Zhen all the time, serving him conscientiously and being his Taoist boy, even if he actually had the opportunity to stay in Fuyao Mountain like Nian Da. ——

Yan Zhengming lost his voice: "Isn't this kid... Tang Zhen is too crazy!"

Cheng Qian stretched out his hand and tore off a piece of broken fabric from his body. Using the frost blade as a knife, he sketched a precise heart-clearing talisman in three or two strokes, and raised his hand and patted it on Guiying Liulang's chest.

This Qingxin Talisman is not the same as the half-finished product of Qian Chengqian's mistakenly hit and hit one hundred years ago. As soon as he entered Liulang's body, Liulang's eyes suddenly became clear, and even the grayness on his face faded a lot. Waking up from a nightmare, he stared at Cheng Qian for a moment: "Senior Cheng."

Cheng Qian said quickly: "Tang Zhen didn't even let you go? Do you know where the Soul Eater Lamp is? Your soul has not been fully refined yet, if you take us there soon, maybe you can still be free. , in time..."

Rokuro smiled slightly: "Senior, it's too late."

He held up the light in his hands, and the ball of white light flew towards Cheng Qian like a tired bird returning to its nest. Before it got close, Cheng Qian felt it.

Liu Lang said: "It is only because of the nails that seniors nailed to my soul that I can escape, and it is that which led me to this place. I am afraid that I won't be able to wait for you. Fortunately, God has mercy on me, and finally let me hold on until now. It goes back to its original owner."

The real essence went straight into Cheng Qian's palm, and at the same time, Rokuro's soul darkened and lightened, and it looked as if he was about to dissipate.

"The body of the lamp is hidden in a piece of Bingxinhuo on Fuyao Mountain. The Bingxinhuo taken by Senior Cheng was divided into two parts by him, one part was brought into the snow mountain, and the other was left in Fuyao. The Bingxinhuo can isolate all consciousness, even if the whole All Fuyao Mountains are under the eyes of Sect Master Yan, and you may not feel its existence."

After Liu Lang said these words, the whole person has faded into a phantom. Cheng Qian instinctively reached out and grabbed it, but only caught a handful of air with the sea breeze. Go, there is no trace.

The two looked at each other and Yujian flew towards Fuyao Mountain like a shooting star.

"I also sealed the mountain for him." Yan Zhengming said in his heart, "It's really serving his home."

The two walked to the extreme arctic icefield, and passed the Xuanwu Hall again, which alarmed the bells that were fluttering above it, but this time, no one came out to check.

The Xuanwu Hall, which is entrenched in the extreme north, is like a huge shadow, sitting like a dead object on the top of the thousands of miles of white snow, silent as if there is no one inhabited.

Yan Zhengming: "What's going on?"

Cheng Qian glanced over and said, "Bian Xu is dead."

Cheng Qian's voice faded, he suddenly pulled out the frost blade, and a "Wang Hai cháo" fell straight into the Xuanwu Hall from the sky. called, and then reluctantly disappeared.