The Demon Hunt Array is evolved from the Eight Gates Dunjia, and the eight doors of "Hugh Sheng, Injury, Du Jing, Death and Shock" are arranged according to a certain regular direction, and the aura enters from the "Hugh Shengjing Kai" Siji Gate, and the "Wounded Du Death and Shock" four murderous door locks, like Pixiu that only enters and does not leave, firmly controls the aura in the array.

When a cultivator's level is low, he only needs some primary primordial stones to control the array disk, and as his cultivation increases, not only the original stones must be more advanced, but he also needs a suitable magic weapon to make the array eye to stabilize the array disk.

Han Zhuo made an analogy according to his cultivation, Lu Qiu Jing was now about the same as the realm of the peak of the first heaven of qi refining, slightly higher than the strength of the transformation, and thought: "She definitely can't use the blood jade, but Ying Zhicheng still has extra Yang Yan steel on his side, let him use Yang Yan steel to make a gossip-shaped mold first, and then inlay different rough stones according to the corresponding cultivation level." ”

So he returned to the dormitory of the martial arts base, drew a sketch of the mold overnight, and sent it to Ying Zhicheng to make it as soon as possible.

As a result, Ying Zhicheng didn't have any questions about this work, and only asked Han Zhuo: "Master, since you last returned to Nanzhou, Jiugong has not heard from him, and he has not appeared in the cement processing plant. ”

"Nine Princes?" Han Zhuo said, "Didn't you ask him to take the Seven Treasures Linglong Pagoda to Emperor Ling Mountain before, and he would have stayed in Emperor Ling Mountain during this time." ”

Ying Zhicheng explained: "It's not that simple, master, after you left Nanzhou, I saw him holding the Qibao Linglong Pagoda and looking fascinated, and others went to Diling Mountain, but all the news was cut off, you can get in touch with him to see, I can't get in touch at all." ”

Han Zhuo was so puzzled that he hung up the phone, dialed Jiugong, and even called a few, sure enough, the line was always busy, but he didn't care much, thinking that although Jiugong worshiped me as a slave, after all, it was only nominal, and he always had his ghost ancestor in his heart, and there was a missing old ghost.

Thaksin Jiugong has always been selfish, but he doesn't believe that Jiugong dares to run away with the Qibao Linglong Pagoda.

I called Ying Zhicheng again: "You stayed in that cement processing plant for a long time, and you were so bored, right?"

Ying Zhicheng was happy with a hint of panic, but quickly calmed down again, although he was making a small report, but it was also the actual situation, and he tried his best to reply in a calm tone: "Zhicheng doesn't dare." ”

"There is an envoy for you. ”

"Host, please speak. ”

"Don't you still have two dragon swords over there?"

"Yes. ”

"There is a forest in the middle of the Imperial Tomb Mountain, you can go to the forest and find two people, and give them the two dragon swords. ”

"Yes, who are those two?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Han Zhuo's mouth: "Chu Qiang and Song Lian." ”

Ying Zhicheng chuckled: "What...... What?...... Is he still alive? ”

When Chu Qiang's "bones are not cold" and he was still lying in the hospital, Ying Zhicheng united with two other bosses named Long Tao and Dahua to rebel and take people to Chengfei's handicap.

Although he was also punished, he still had some palpitations when he heard Chu Qiang's name now.

Han Zhuo was not interested in explaining to him, so he only said: "The person with the same name, Song Lian, you should know." ”

Ying Zhicheng was excited, he didn't believe Han Zhuo's perfunctory words at all, of course Song Lian knew him, who could live in seclusion with him in the deep mountains and old forests besides Chu Qiang himself?

It's just that suddenly inexplicably, his feelings for Han Zhuo turned from awe to some gratitude: "Master, if you didn't leave me in the cement processing plant, I might ......"

Thinking of Chu Qiang's cold-bloodedness and cruelty to traitors when he was still the underground king of Nanzhou, he shuddered a little.

Han Zhuo said lightly: "Time has passed, you can do what I will tell you now, and you don't need to think about the rest." ”

Ying Zhicheng said categorically: "Yes." ”

……

There is a forest in the middle of Nanzhou Imperial Tomb Mountain, it can be said that the four seasons are like spring, the trees are lush and green, and the aura of this place is not only the Imperial Tomb Mountain, but also second to none in the whole Nanzhou.

Of course, it's just that in the environment of depleted aura, it's better to talk than nothing.

Chu Qiang and Song Lian have been cultivating here for many days, and after receiving Han Zhuo's guidance, their cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and Song Lian has also successfully broken through his strength, and his appearance is the same as Chu Qiang, and he has begun to become younger.

The two practiced for a day, resting and chatting in the forest, and Chu Qiang had already regarded the title of the so-called "underground king" of Nanzhou as a passing eye.

Of course, the eighteen Arhats of the Tangma Association, under the leadership of Cheng Fei and others, conquered the entire Nanzhou underground and re-maintained order and stability, and he didn't need to worry about it anymore, which was also one of the reasons.

At this time, sitting on the branch of a big tree by the side of a thatched hut, he took out a piece of white jade with a slight crack on the surface from his arms, and said with a look of regret and heartache: "I'm sorry for my ancestors, Yanglong Jade is the only heirloom treasure of my sect, but it was destroyed by me, an indisputable descendant." ”

Song Lian sat on the ground, and also took out his piece of Yin Dragon Jade from his arms, and said with a calm expression: "It's a pity, but after all, it's still something outside the body, if the cultivation is not worthy of virtue, what if you wear Yin and Yang jade? It's also a mud horse in the City God Temple, and it's useless." ”

Chu Qiang sighed: "Yang Longyu is a token of the Order Sword Sect, and it will revive the Sword Sect in ......the future."

"What else do you mention about the Sword Sect, what about the people? Except for the two of us, where are the people? There is no one for a descendant, who do we order to go? Everyone sweeps the snow in front of the door, in this era, we can ensure that our true yuan will not collapse, so we ask for great blessings, and return the Sword Sect? According to our cultivation, when we break the strength, it is time to control the sword, where is the sword? We can't just find a broken copper and broken iron, so I feel sorry for Yang Longyu's kung fu, it is better to quickly find a way to find a good iron-striking master, and hurry up to make two swords, two swords that are suitable for us. ”

Chu Qiang said with a smile: "The two descendants of the Sword Sect who don't have swords are indeed a little nonsense, wait for Han Ye to take us through the miracle of Nanzhou to see if we can find the two swords in hand." ”

"I hope so. ”

Song Lian looked at Chu Qiang, the moonlight shone through the forest, shining on Chu Qiang's face that should be full of wrinkles but smooth and white as a teenager, and suddenly smiled: "After you picked up Xiuwei, the vulgarity on your body became lighter and lighter, and now it looks like there are still some Confucian statues." ”

Chu Qiang said with a smile: "Back then, you were crawling underground, without a little anger, who was still afraid of you? No one was afraid of you, how could you be an underground emperor? Hahahaha." ”

Song Lian sighed lightly: "Where I am not as good as you, I just don't have you to be free, I can afford to take it and put it down." ”

Chu Qiang clapped his hands and jumped down from the tree: "The more you talk, let's get here first today, and from tomorrow, we will go to find the sword, I heard that there are many good masters in Longquan." ”

The two of them were about to end the day's cultivation and go back to the grass hut to sleep, when suddenly a gloomy voice sounded not far away: "The two are Chu Qiang and Song Lian?"

"Who?" Chu Qiang and Song Lian looked at each other, with their current cultivation, they could avoid their ears and eyes and come to the forest, naturally they were not ordinary people.

Out of the shadows of the forest came an equally dark man, covered in a black robe, with a wide hood and a whole face obscured.

"I am the Lord...... Han Ye introduced him and brought two things to the two of them. ”

Chu Qiang and Song Lianhu glanced at each other suspiciously, they knew Han Zhuo's low-key and secretive style, and the person who could say the word "Han Ye" at least meant that he was not an enemy, and Han Zhuo was the only one in the world who knew that the two of them were hiding here.

However, such an abrupt appearance was still a little disgusted, and Song Lian frowned and asked, "What is it?"

With a wave of his hand, the man took out two swords from the black robe, even in the moonlight, they still glowed slightly golden, and the man said word by word: "Ordered by Han Ye, bring two dragon yin swords for the two of you." ”