"Cough, cough," Nian Da climbed out in dismay, "I know... this place is not far from Mingming Valley. There is a barren mountain behind Mingming Valley, and the cliffs behind it are thousands of meters deep, every step is dangerous, and there is no one."

Li Yun said oddly, "How do you know there is no one?"

"My Yujian fell once," Nian Mingming said, "My father sent out the entire Mingming Valley and searched for more than half a month before he picked me up..."

Li Yun: "Okay, keep your shameful things in advance and lead the way - Shuikeng, you and Youliang help Han Yuan to block for a while, and everyone else who is still alive will come and do me a favor, we are in this wasteland. On the basis of the completed Spirit Gathering Array, pull a Spirit Guiding Array to introduce the power of sacrifice into the barren mountains."

Han Yuan: "Hurry up!"

Li Yunfei walked away with everyone's swords, and shouted at the same time: "You can bear it, it's really broken in two, I have a few good words to say to the senior brother, maybe he can give you the real dragon flag."

Han Yuan was short of a keel and coveted the real dragon flag for a long time. Hearing this, he became extremely quiet on the spot, and he stopped urging with foul language, and said happily: "Thank you second senior brother, don't worry, I will hold it for half. No problem for a month!"

Li Yun was so pissed off by him that he didn't dare to turn his head back.

Although the Soul Eater Lamp was broken, the Heart Demon Valley was still open, and the demonic energy on Fuyao Mountain also did not retreat.

Yan Zhengming was connected with the head Yin, feeling that there was still a steady stream of demonic energy infiltrating the passage they had just walked through, so he asked Cheng Qian directly: "Did you listen to Qiankun tell you how to seal this seal? live?"

"I don't need it to tell me." Cheng Qian retracted the frost blade, turned to look in the direction of Qing Anju, "I can guess it..."

Yan Zhengming was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was referring to, and was immediately stunned.

"Didn't you say we're going to invite that stone back to the stage of no regrets, right?" Yan Zhengming's anxiety stirred up by the Valley of Ten Thousand Zhangs of Heart Demons has been vented with the earth-shattering sword, and he briefly returned to his hometown. In his usual cowardly state, "108,000 steps, don't regret the stage, go up - my ancestors... you must be kidding me."

Cheng Qian glanced at him and said that he was serious.

Yan Zhengming's head turned twice as big: "It's not like you haven't seen Buhuitai, I was beaten after only one step last time, and after walking the 108,000 steps, I might be able to meet the master on the spot. went!"

If it was in the past, Cheng Qian would definitely not listen to his nonsense, he would have carried his thoughts and walked away by himself, but I don't know when he started to realize that this kind of attitude was actually a bad thing for his senior brother. an injury.

All of his lifelong patience was overdrawn to Yan Zhengming. After Yan Zhengming finished complaining, he calmly asked, "Are you going?"

Yan Zhengming glanced annoyed at the demonic energy around him, his shoulders slumped: "...Go."

After he finished speaking, he picked up his sword and took the lead in walking towards Qing'anju: "Try it, Sima can be a living horse doctor, there are always more problems than solutions... Bah!"

His body was tired, his mouth was low, and his heart was bitter, and it was all in this slip of the tongue.

When I arrived at Qing'anju, I saw that my thoughts turned into a stone that was originally like a stagnant stagnant water. At this time, there was a light-like halo that slowly flickered, and it almost seemed to be "flowing". Unparalleled attraction.

The flowing halo is like a lover's eye wave, which makes people fall into it involuntarily. Yan Zhengming only looked at it for a moment, and then stuck out his hand a little foolishly.

However, when his hand was about to touch the stone, he finally remembered that the "authentic product" was next to him, so he turned around in a circle and landed on Cheng Qian's shoulder.

Yan Zhengming hooked Cheng Qian's neck, let out a long sigh of relief, and sighed: "Fortunately, you are here."

Cheng Qian didn't reach out to touch it rashly. He brought the Bingxin Fire that was pryed open by the frost blade. One end of this Bingxin Firestone was cracked, and the other side was generally intact. The stone was stuffed into it, briefly isolating the rich demonic energy that was entangled around the wish-fulfilling stone.

Cheng Qian: "Don't talk nonsense, quickly open the channel with the head seal for me."

Yan Zhengming knew it was not too late. While he quickly opened the passage to the Valley of Heart Demons, he couldn't help but feel resentful and asked, "Why have you been unaffected?"

Cheng Qian put his thoughts on his shoulders, strode forward, and said without looking back, "How do you know it has no effect on me?"

Yan Zhengming was stunned for a moment, followed quickly, and asked incessantly: "Really? What effect does it have on you? If it's all messed up, forget it, if it has something to do with me, you can show it occasionally, Make me happy... why are you walking so fast!"

Cheng Qian: "So that you can use your brain a little bit."

This time, the two found the platform without regrets.

Yan Zhengming's crow's mouth once again showed his peerless charm, and it was right - there are more problems than solutions.

The two tried countless methods, whether they were trying to use the Primordial Divine Sword to send the stone to the high platform, or all kinds of magic weapons, but they all failed here.

The 108,000-step dangling Buregaitai reaches the sky, terrifyingly high, looking down at all beings coldly, and there is no room for opportunism.

Cheng Qian took the first step forward, the whole body seemed to have evaporated the real essence, and there was no trace of existence at all. He had not yet stood firm at this step, and a bàonüè gust of wind swept down from the top and went straight to the two of them.

The body-protecting true essence had long since vanished, and his hands and feet were as heavy as a shackle. Cheng Qian felt that he was no different from a mortal. After the collision, his wrists shook violently. If it wasn't for the fact that he had been practicing swordsmanship for many years and relieved his sideways in time, Cheng Qian would have almost flipped off the stone steps.

Yan Zhengming held his lower back: "Be careful—how did you get here? The master must be a live animal."

Cheng Qian rubbed his numb wrist: "Senior brother in charge, verbally deceiving the master to destroy the ancestors is also deceiving the masters and destroying the ancestors. If you can't go up, you have to go up, otherwise what do you say?"

How to do?

Yan Zhengming's first reaction was to seal the crack hastily, and then leave this problem to future generations. If there is another generation of disciple Sun Zhong who has a capable person like Tong Ru, let him work harder.

It's a pity that he still wants face in front of Cheng Qian. This kind of words sneaked around in his heart. He didn't have the embarrassment to show it, so he sighed and walked with Cheng Qian to the stage of no regrets.

After walking in this way for only a hundred or so steps, Cheng Qian's breath has obviously grown heavier. He kept moving his wrist, the wrist bone rattled as if it was injured, and every step he took seemed to be filled with water. lead.

Yan Zhengming shoved the big stone into his arms and grabbed the frost blade at the same time: "Why don't you speak when you don't have the strength? From now on, the two of us will change every 100 steps, and neither of us will be brave."

With the addition of ice and fire, it weighs only about a hundred pounds, which is no different from a feather to a cultivator, but at this time, it was heavily pressed on Cheng Qian's hand, who was almost out of strength, and Cheng Qian almost stumbled. Suddenly, my wrist almost cramped.

He raised his head and glanced at Infinite Heaven Rank, and said with a wry smile: "If you don't change back to a mortal, I really don't know if I'm not good at learning."

Yan Zhengming waved his sword to fend off a gust of wind, took the time to glance at Cheng Qian, and said with a teasing: "Such a handsome young man, even if he is a mortal, who would let you carry stones for manual labor?"

At the same time, Yan Zhengming didn't wait for Cheng Qian to answer, he had already fantasized proudly, and played with his own amusement: "If we were all mortals, I would definitely be a rich member, you, uh... You are most likely A poor scholar."

Cheng Qian: "...Why am I a poor scholar?"

Yan Zhengming said righteously: "You are a person who can spend money, but can't make money. You can't help being a prodigal if your family has gold and silver. If a person like you can be rich, the sun will have to hit the west side - I, probably will. He's a lawless dude, it's easy for a dude to meet a poor scholar, don't worry about anything, just rely on money and power, bring a bunch of scumbags, and take you back!"

Cheng Qian: "..."

He was very impressed by the self-knowledge of the elder brother.

"After I get it back, I'll be soft and hard, coercive and coercive. I'll set you up first, and give what you love. If you don't want to know the current affairs, I'll use your relatives and friends to threaten you. In short, beg for nothing. Don't go to extremes, given time, you say you won't give in?"

Yan Zhengming spoke with a nose and eyes, just like the real thing, Cheng Qian listened silently, the gloom between his brows gradually disappeared with his voice.

He showed a little indulgent smile on the dangerous stage of not regretting this step, and said, "Not necessarily."

Yan Zhengming sighed with emotion: "Oh, yes, you have been stinky and tough since you were a child, you pretended to be gentle, and your temper was like a stone in a ditch. "

Cheng Qian: "If you're willing to try seduction, it might work."

Just in time to face a gust of wind, Sect Master Yan, who had been tempted by the word "sexy", did not come back to his senses. He awkwardly pushed the frost blade forward and took two steps back. He rolled down, but fortunately Cheng Qian freed up a hand to catch him.

Cheng Qian shoved his thoughts into his arms and retrieved his sword: "It's a hundred steps again, let's change it."

Then he didn't know what to think, turned around and added a sentence amid the jitters all over his body: "...beautiful."

Yan Zhengming rubbed his nose embarrassingly: "Dare to tease your head, you're so used to it that you're going to rebel... Well, have you recovered from that ghost inheritance now?"

The smile on Cheng Qian's face faded, he was silent for three or five steps, and the sword and Gangfeng collided with a series of jingles.