In the dark path leading to the bitter realm of the Dao realm, an explosion almost opened all the passages of the two realms, and after Xuanzong unsealed it, the three lights and shadows joined forces to chase and defeat the first day of the bloody evil and rebirth on the moonlit night, and the person at the head of the piano sounded clearly: "Angry sea and waves!" "The sound of the piano is stacked three times, and the strength is like layers of waves, turning offense into defense, laying down a defensive line to resist the night eclipse evil energy that night rebirth takes advantage of the darkness to sweep. The other two rays of light and shadow, one left and one right, were sandwiched by two sword qi. Night Rebirth abandoned the sedan chair, and the physique that was different from that of ordinary creatures made it possible to resist the sound of the piano while flicking the sword qi with both hands, and spun around to protect Fu Tiantang, a subordinate who had a little investigation of his body: "Break the holy evil energy!" ”

The impact of good and evil distorted the originally unstable space in the dark path, and the explosion cut off the possibility of the Xuanzong people continuing to pursue, and also destroyed the remaining abandoned bloody evil people. "Leave!" The light and shadow of the leader protected the initiate, and after retreating from the dark path, the three of them gathered at the foot of Fengyun Mountain with other Dao shadows patrolling the entire territory.

The person at the head of Zhou Guanghua is not dispersed:

"What is the loss?"

"Except for a few disciples who are not strong enough to get lost in the other space, the rest of the people are safe and sound, but they consume a lot, and I am afraid it will take a long time to cultivate."

Another said: "Chi Yun Ran has gone to find out the origin of the martial arts of the person who helped him, and it seems to be related to the people who helped us stop the Demon Emperor of the Demon Realm in the past. String leader, do you want to send an envoy to the Afflicted Realm? ”

"There's no urgency." The person at the head is the head of Xuanzong today, and his tone is calm under the light of the body: "Settle everyone first, investigate the truth and truth, and then make plans." ”

"Yes."

The light and shadow are scattered. On the top of Fengyun Mountain, the brilliance of the Xuanzong Mountain Gate, which had returned to the world, gradually dissipated, and it was shrouded by an invisible array, and it was impossible to see the buildings that existed behind it. At this time, the red-haired young man had put away his painting tools, parted with his new friend Chiyunran amicably, and declined the request to visit Xuanzong.

When Yu Swallow Mo suffered an impact in the dark road, he had already vaguely felt the changes in Fuyan Mountain. He was in a little not in a good mood, packed up the picture scroll and left the dark road, and after entering the bitter realm, he hurried to his hometown day and night, until he stepped on that familiar land, his frowning brows were slightly loosened, and he looked at the bare peach tree with a heartache all the way, and hesitated to trample on the peach blossoms on the ground.

"Hey-" When he arrived at Yashe, he couldn't find anyone familiar everywhere, and Yu Tunmo stopped two funeral maids with flower hoes halfway: "Where did the people go?" "Du Fanglin is not at home, where can this person go? Is it the Central Plains again?

The maid saluted, "Before leaving, the Yan Lord instructed the Yan Spirit to move freely, and there is no need to stay on the mountain, but not to approach the Demon Fire and the Glass Fairyland." One of them, a girl with a brocade bag in her hand, said slowly: "Yan Ling is going to travel to the Central Plains? ”

"Humph!" The fish swallowing ink who forcibly blocked the way pouted: "He went to play by himself, but he wanted to leave me to guard the door - saying this, he obviously wanted to tempt me to go to the glass fairyland to see the lotus." ”

What's so fun about magic fire! The glass wonderland is still a bit interesting. But that mountain lost its aura several times, and its lack of vitality annoyed people.

Another slightly older woman held a flower hoe with a soft expression: "Does the inkstone spirit want to stay and bury the flowers with us?" ”

Yu Swallow Ink hesitated again. Although the mountain spirit is born with seven senses, sometimes he can't figure out the thoughts of the owner of the mountain. Maybe staying, it is the trick of the person who deliberately left words, maybe leaving, but will fall into the trap of rushing to do things. Thinking about it, he frowned and had a sad face, and he didn't want to fulfill the wish of the Spring and Autumn inkstone lord at all.

"Yi let me go out, I want to go back to the house to sleep!" Yu Swallow Mo's expression was very serious, and there was a three-point Du Fanglin's momentum of not smiling: "I'm going back, you guys clean up well, don't slack off the peach blossoms...... Maybe, maybe I'll go out when I wake up, and you won't stop me! ”

"Whoa." The maids bowed their heads in obedience and each snickered.

Sure enough, even if he knew it, Yan Ling finally fulfilled the wish of the Yan lord and stayed in Fuyan to stick to the mountain residence in this eventful autumn. In this way, the owner of the inkstone will be much freer to move outside. At least on Fuyan Mountain, there are mountain spirits, and outsiders can't easily move a single grass or tree here!

And at this time, the sun and the moon are dusk. The Flame Demon City, which was "cut off" by a sword, has lost its value as bait. Under the cover of layers of demonic fire, this city is simply a projection of the alien demon realm that comes from the sky and refracts outwards from the other space. It's not real, but it's not a complete illusion - when this point is broken by the madness of poetry and wine, the Xenomorphic Demon Realm immediately changes its strategy, and with a bang, the Demon City Phantom turns into a huge flame and rises into the air, shooting hundreds of fire dragons in all directions, like a huge magic net devouring the Suffering Realm.

This is not a struggle between good and evil, but an act of undisguised aggression. Under the half-dark sky, the fiery snakes pierced the ground like meteors, instantly engulfing everything they passed through, people, vegetation, and villages, leaving only the pitch-black scorched earth infected by demonic energy.

The abnormality attracts bystanders. The first to arrive was a beggar with a dirty face and patches, white hair and a rag hat, who seemed to be old and had clear eyes, holding a wooden stick in one hand and a clay bowl in the other.

This old beggar was actually one of the three aliens from the Bitter Realm who participated in the battle between the Dao Realm Xuanzong and the Demon Realm back then, named Si Yaza Shiro. At the moment when his feet landed, he had already noticed that something was wrong below, and just as the three fire snakes were attacking in the air if they were conscious, the old beggar drank violently, and the pottery bowl in his hand swirled into the air, turning into a hurricane to gather the surrounding demonic fire. "Huh?" The exposed open space left a ravine, and between the strokes were full of words, "It's the method of embellishing the text and hiding, and sure enough, it is-" Si Yaza Shilang's heart moved, and the surrounding demonic fires immediately broke free from their restraints and turned back. "Old bones should be scorched!"

Not daring to linger any longer, confirming the origin of the Void Sword Scar he had seen before, the old beggar swept away the Sky Fire Snake with a stick, and suddenly withdrew his hand and retreated. The pottery bowl quickly stopped, and the wind it brought up blew away the gathered fire snakes, colliding with the surrounding demonic fires, and it shook the earth.

"Oops!"

Another person followed, and was forced by the fire to retreat to safety again, and happened to see the light and shadow of Shiro leaving: "Huh......"

Behind the slightly thoughtful tone, there is a handsome and attractive face. This person's white hair is tied with a lotus crown, he is dressed in purple clothes and white clothes, he is carrying a sword bag diagonally behind his back, and his arms are hanging with dust. No longer paying attention to the people who left, Su Huanzhen looked up to observe the movement of the demon fire, and saw that there were faint fluctuations in the space in the depths of the flames, and where the flame demon city disappeared, there was a huge gate of beast teeth surrounded by demon fire. This is a trap placed on the surface of the Xenomorphic Demon Realm, but in order to stop the demonic fire chaos, I am afraid that many people have to try to jump in.

"I don't see the one who drew the sword before." Su really groaned: "Hmm...... Leave! ”

The crisis of martial arts came, but he had no clue for a while, so he could only try to stop the magic fire here. After he left, a light suddenly shot out from the depths of the demonic fire, mixed with the fire snake in the sky, but it was inconspicuous.

At this time, Du Fanglin had re-buried the sword in the sword mound. He didn't want to use his sword unless he had to. Compared with Confucian swordsmanship, the Spring and Autumn inkstone master is better at other means. His formation is a fusion of the four superb arts of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and sometimes it is much more reliable than the sword.

A Confucian man in a white robe was sitting under a tree playing the harp.

If the situation allows, Du Fanglin will never treat himself badly. He sat on a comfortable blanket, backed by a verdant ancient pine tree, and rested on his knees a pine-patterned five-stringed lyre. The movement of the surrounding space began with a red moon in the sky.

The night was dark and the moonlight was cold.

But the moonlight suddenly turned as bright red as blood! In the three-way level of the demon world, the god has no way to appear outward from another space, like a monster with a huge mouth about to swallow the people of Panasonic. Du Fanglin seemed to notice in advance, the guqin on his lap suddenly pushed forward, and the person was flat backward like a goose falling on the pine. Under the red moon, I saw a piano spinning and flying, crashing into the Divine Path, landing on a slightly upturned log. In a different space that cannot be seen by the outside world, a pitch-black and lonely figure stands alone at the other end of the log suspended under the red moon, covering most of his face with a black mask, and his cold eyes don't look at the piano, as if he has penetrated the space and raised boundless killing intent!