Bicao Hall has already arranged for people to rearrange it in advance, although the cultivation realm is not exquisite, but it is also to worship heaven and earth and see the high hall. 【Fengyun Reading Network. It's just that Du Heng is an orphan with no father and mother, and Shen Hanfeng has already severed ties with the Shen family, so naturally there is no so-called high hall.

The altar used to tie the contract was set up in front of the hall, and Fuyong, as the person who officiated at the wedding, waited by the altar early. The elders of the Qinghua Immortal Sect and the head of the sect, Si Yun, also sat side by side. Seeing the two of them coming one after the other, Fu Yong's eyes flashed with a satisfied look, his friendship with the two was not deep, but he also watched the two of them grow up, no matter what the secret of the marriage ceremony was, at this time, it seemed that they were a very good match.

Sensing everyone's gaze, Du Heng hooked the corners of his mouth, took two steps forward quickly, and took Shen Hanfeng's hand. Before Shen Hanfeng broke away from him, Du Heng suppressed his voice and said, "Don't let others see the clues." Shen Hanfeng's movements were paused, and he was extremely cooperative and let him pull it.

Seeing the two approaching, everyone present stood up one after another, after all, the two are the protagonists of today's wedding ceremony, and they can't lose their manners. Du Heng has always been smiling, as for Shen Hanfeng's indifferent face, the people present have heard of his temperament somewhat, so naturally there is no doubt. Only Du Heng's heart was full of unhappiness, Shen Hanfeng asked him for help, but in the end, he was the only one busy.

Fu Yong smiled: "You still have such a cumbersome process to go later, why is it so slow." "Although this is the first time that Fuyong has married someone else, it is not that he has never seen someone else's wedding. When Jiang Wuxin handed him the list of memorized processes, he still felt that his eyes were glazed. He couldn't even help but think that these two teachers and nephews had shortened the time to prepare so shortly, and they were all focused on this day's deed ceremony.

This time, it was Shen Hanfeng who spoke first: "Thank you Uncle for your hard work." ”

Fu Yong smiled and shook his head, Du Heng pretended to be dissatisfied: "No matter how you count, I work a lot, right?" ”

Shen Hanfeng chuckled: "Thank you too." ”

Only then did Du Heng use a smug smile to hide the uneasiness in his eyes. Most of the onlookers saw Shen Hanfeng's smiling appearance for the first time, and those who were originally a little suspicious in their hearts immediately suppressed their doubts.

Shen Hanfeng is such an unsmiling person, but he does not hesitate to smile in front of Du Heng, he must really know each other.

There are also people who peek at Si Yun's appearance, Shen Hanfeng's reputation in Qinghua Immortal Sect is unsurpassed, even if he accepts a disciple who is not in the stream, but now he can become a Taoist companion with Du Heng, which is like a tiger with wings, and it is bound to suppress Si Yun's status as the master of the Immortal Gate. It's just that Si Yun has a smile on his face, and he doesn't feel panicked and entangled at all, and his kung fu to nourish qi is extraordinary.

These things under the table, naturally no one did it blatantly, Du Heng and Shen Hanfeng stood side by side, with a smile between the eyebrows under his eyes, he first invited everyone to sit down, and then thanked him. It is to the effect that I thank you for coming to the wedding banquet in your busy schedule, and so on, exchanging a look with Shen Hanfeng from time to time while talking, and sometimes smiling and envious of everyone.

This was followed by a lengthy ceremony presided over by Fuyong. Du Heng arranged almost all the things that could be used for the wedding ceremony, not to mention that Fuyong's mouth was dry when he sang the ceremony, and the people around him were also shouting boring in their hearts.

However, since Du Heng and the others arranged such a process, it was naturally not good for them to touch the mold of the two Immortal Monarchs on the day of the big day.

For monks, the most important part of the marriage ceremony is the contract, which is a prohibition for monks to use cultivation as their divine consciousness to reach heaven and earth. Compared to the promises of the mortal world, the pact is much stronger, and there are many kinds of deeds, but even the weakest one is extremely powerful against the party that breaks the contract. There are many monks who are inseparable from the cultivation realm, but there are very few monks who are willing to marry people who love each other.

After all, the road to cultivating immortals is long, and no one knows if they can really only care about the people in front of them for the rest of their lives.

No matter how complicated the wedding ceremony is, there will always be a time to finish, and when Du Heng and Shen Hanfeng finish reading the marriage book, Fu Yong waited for the two to become a deed, but Du Heng, who has always been the leader, did not rush to do it, but glanced at Shen Hanfeng with a complicated expression. This move was extremely secretive, and only Fu Yong, who was standing directly in front of them, noticed.

Shen Hanfeng didn't seem to see Du Heng's hint, so he took the golden needle next to the marriage book first and pierced his fingertips.

He frowned slightly, and imprinted his blood on the red silk of the marriage book. Du Heng sighed slightly, and also reached out to take the golden needle, but before the tip of the needle pierced his finger, the voice they were waiting for finally fell into their ears.

"The master got married, but the apprentice didn't get an invitation, and now he came rashly, I don't know if it disturbs." Zhuo Junchen's voice was smooth and not loud, but everyone present felt that this voice seemed to come from their ears. The cultivation is high and the expression is grim, and the expressions of a few people who are lowly but familiar with Zhuo Junchen are not easy.

Mu Zisu raised his head, and almost as soon as he heard the voice, he found Zhuo Junchen's location. He stood on the back of a large black bird, and Qu Ayasha stood beside him, a black robe that seemed to blend with the pitch-black bird feathers, and his blood-red eyes were extremely conspicuous.

"It's a blood-eyed ......" The older monk had noticed Zhuo Junchen's strange red eyes when he recognized Qu Ayasha's identity.

It was a pair of terrified eyes of the older generation of monks, how many gods had been destroyed - the "blood eye" Demon Venerable was slightly alive, even if it was suppressed for more than a hundred years, there were still people living in his shadow.

Shen Hanfeng and Du Heng turned around together, their dark eyes were like waveless ancient wells, and they watched indifferently as Zhuo Junchen flew down. The black-robed hunting is very much in line with Zhuo Junchen's appearance, and what Shen Hanfeng noticed at first glance was that he had spread to the heart demon flower that had spread to him, and the flower buds had grown a little bigger, and it probably only took one more point of catalysis to bloom......

With a slightly dull look in his eyes, Shen Hanfeng spoke: "You have long been expelled from the Qinghua Immortal Sect, you are not in the list of disciples in my sect, and you are no longer my disciple of Shen Hanfeng." After a pause, Shen Hanfeng said, "I don't have that much ability, and I can accept the Demon Venerable as a disciple." ”

Shen Hanfeng's words confirmed many people's speculations and woke up many people, Mu Zisu stood in the crowd, trying his best to restrain his expression and actions, for fear that he couldn't help but reproach and block. Originally, he thought that the wedding ceremony could end peacefully, but he didn't want to, Zhuo Junchen still came to reads;!

Zhuo Junchen suppressed the stinging pain in his heart, and the smile on his face looked a little evil because of his current appearance, and he said: "Shen Xianjun doesn't want to recognize me as an apprentice, but I still want Shen Xianjun as a master." As he spoke, he moved a little closer to Shen Hanfeng, and he didn't know if the surrounding peak masters were shocked by the speculation that "Zhuo Junchen may be a micro-immortal", or because the current scene was quite treacherous, he didn't dare to make a rash move, and for a while, no one attacked Zhuo Junchen.

Zhuo Junchen was holding a mahogany box in his hand, and sent it to Shen Hanfeng's eyes: "This is what the master gave me at the beginning, you said that if the two of them have the same mind, they can make the jade in the box change." Now that you and Du Zhenjun have a good day, you might as well give it a try, so as not to find out that you are entrusted with someone after untying the marriage contract? ”

Shen Hanfeng lowered his eyes and looked at the open wooden box, where the snow-white Luan Feng Yuhuang was lying in it. Then he frowned, and raised his eyes to look at Zhuo Junchen's eyes with extreme disgust and impatience: "Who am I entrusting, and what do I have to do with you?" ”

"What do you have to do with me...... Zhuo Junchen frowned, turned the box in his hand, and the black buds on his neck, like a black heart, trembled slightly, "You promised me one thing at the beginning, saying that you would never find me a teacher." You say, I am the only elder of you, Master, do you remember? ”

The atmosphere suddenly froze, and Zhuo Junchen's words were irrelevant to him, and he also heard a little strange. Looking at the scene of the three people in front of him, Zhuo Junchen did not look like an outcast who was expelled from the school, but like an abandoned woman who questioned her husband.

Shen Hanfeng's eyes flashed, but in the end, he looked at Zhuo Junchen without any waves: "I'm sorry, I forgot." ”

Zhuo Junchen's red eyes widened slightly, and the force in his hand was tight, almost pressing his fingers into the mahogany. Shen Hanfeng is still the same as always, without any gaffes, no concern, and no apologies. It's as if the two of them have become unrelated as he said.

Zhuo Junchen closed his eyes, and a little pain appeared between his eyebrows.

- "Are you afraid that the master will find you a teacher?" ”

- "Don't worry, you will only have me as a master in the future." Except for you, Uncle Du, there will be no other elders. ”

- "Don't think about it, I can't marry Du Heng, and you won't become a demon cultivator." ”

- "Sorry, I forgot. ”

"Huh...... Hahahahaha......" Zhuo Junchen suddenly laughed, and his eyes reopened with a bit of crazy paranoia, "It turns out that I have never been alone, and I am amorous!" A faint glow of blood spread upwards, enveloping the black buds in it.

"Since that's the case, then this huge elixir peak, there is nothing for me to scruple about."

The pitch-black magic flower is suddenly in full bloom!

"Be careful!" Du Heng's speed was a few points faster than Zhuo Junchen's, and he rushed over first to take Shen Hanfeng away from the distance.

The Nether Whip was mixed with a terrible thunder, and the long whip was drawn, passing through the place where Du Heng was before, and when he landed, he divided the altar in front of him into two, and on the altar, the unfinished marriage book was also destroyed into ashes by the powerful power of thunder and lightning. And the power of thunder and lightning mixed with monstrous anger did not dissipate, but rushed towards the surroundings like a dark purple wave.

Jiang Wuxin had already taken Fuyong away before Zhuo Junchen made a move, and Fuyong had the cultivation of the god transformation period, so the two of them were naturally fine. He raised his head, and the demons who were originally standing on the back of the black falcon had already dispersed without a trace, and at the peak of the elixir peak, a pile of pitch-black clouds had gathered at some point.

The demonic energy between heaven and earth seemed to have received guidance and was surging towards the peak of the elixir peak!

"Let's go! Zhuo Junchen is about to fall into the devil's crossing! ”

Fu Yong's reaction was faster than Jiang Wuxin's, and he took him away first. Jiang Wuxin didn't expect that just one Heart Demon Flower could raise Zhuo Junchen to such a level.

In addition to the great tribulation that must be experienced to ascend to immortality, monks need to go through a tribulation to enter the Yuan Infant Stage and the Mahayana Period. And before Zhuo Junchen was rescued by Qu Ayasha, his cultivation was no more than the eighth order of foundation building!

Time was running out, and before they could figure it out, the monks on the Elixir Peak fled in a hurry, and the momentum of this cloud calamity was so huge that they couldn't think about it at all.

The first thunderbolt fell, and before it landed on the elixir peak, a low dragon groan was heard, and the black demonic qi was swirling, and the thunderstorm gradually disappeared in the same black demonic qi.

Immediately followed by the second thunderstorm, which was thicker than the previous one, the dragon groaned and vibrate, and the black demonic energy was like a long snake, entangled and surrounded the thunder, the thunder and lightning crackled, and finally after a sudden collision, the demonic energy dissipated with the thunder and lightning.

The third thunderstorm, thunder and fire, the Nether Whip finally showed the body of the spirit, and the appearance of the well demon dragon was like an entity, tearing and biting towards the thunder, extremely fierce and brutal.

The thunder and lightning were torn apart by the dragon spirit, and Zhuo Junchen stood alone proudly on the top of the empty elixir peak. The damage to him was naturally not small, but the battle intent in his eyes became a little stronger. He had nowhere to vent the anger in his heart, and now that he could meet the catastrophe, it was almost a good thing for him.

The last thunderbolt struck, the shape of the thunder and lightning seemed to be another giant dragon, Zhuo Junchen's eyes narrowed slightly, and the heart demon flower on his face quietly withered and shattered. The demonic energy in the Nether Whip and the remnants of the power of the Tribulation Thunder poured into his body in a steady stream.

This day the thunder is terrible, he has the thunder fire spirit root, but he doesn't believe that he will lose to it!

Gripping the Nether Whip tightly, the dragon balls on the handle radiated a dazzling golden red. The dragon bowed low and wrapped Zhuo Junchen's whole person.

The color of thunder and fire was wrapped around the dragon's body, and the dragon spirit screamed in pain because of this powerful power, and Zhuo Junchen had thunder and fire flickering around him, and his expression was slightly pale, but there was no pain.

Four heavenly thunderbolts fell, and the dark and heavy clouds dispersed. The people who escaped from the Elixir Peak were still watching, but there was a white-haired and red-clothed figure that swooped towards the Elixir Peak without stopping at all.

Zhuo Junchen was still resisting the afterglow of the heavenly thunder, and he closed his eyes and didn't notice him approaching, but the dragon spirit who was guarding Zhuo Junchen had already opened his eyes, and his huge dragon eyes were staring coldly at Shen Hanfeng.

The Frost Burning Sword had already fallen into his hand, and Zhuo Junchen walked in step by step with the sword, as if he wanted to take advantage of the danger of others and make a move before Zhuo Junchen woke up.

Qu Ayasha's figure flashed, and she appeared out of nowhere, blocking between Zhuo Junchen and Shen Hanfeng.

"Take advantage of this time to start, Shen Xianjun, you don't mind your reputation, you should also think about the friendship with Zhuo Junchen's former master and apprentice, right?" Qu Ayasha stared at him, her whole body was like a taut bow, and she didn't dare to relax at all.

Shen Hanfeng's white hair fluttered with the mountain wind, and the cold air of the forest flowed out of his body, covering the scorched earth under his feet with a layer of ice shell.

"It is precisely because he was my disciple that I can't tolerate him falling into the devil's way." Shen Hanfeng said coldly.

Qu Ayasha's expression changed, and she shouted: "Shen Hanfeng, are you really so cold-hearted and cold-hearted!" ”

Shen Hanfeng's eyebrows were frosty: "What do you have to do with it?" The Frost Sword in his hand had already been raised, as if the curly ayasha had to stop her any longer, and he would remove her with him.

Qu Ayasha's heart was full of alarm, with her cultivation, she would definitely be no match for Shen Hanfeng, not to mention that she had to protect Zhuo Junchen, who didn't know when she would wake up. It's just that since she agreed to the micro-life, it is definitely impossible to give in.

Shen Hanfeng was still slowly approaching, and that step by step seemed to be stepping on the tip of Qu Ayasha's heart.

"Ayasa, get out of the way." Qu Ayasha's shoulders sank, and when he turned back in surprise, he looked at a pair of deep and evil eyes, and Zhuo Junchen showed a flirtatious smile, "Since Shen Xianjun wants to fight with me, how can I, a former disciple, not satisfy his wishes?" ”

But this is definitely not the smile that Zhuo Junchen would have shown in the past.

"But Shen Xianjun, since you want to fight, there is a bet, you have to be ready. Don't regret it. ”

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