"Taisu Yuan Needle!" There was a clear cry from outside the sky.

Countless extremely clear and long sword qi came from the sky, like needles piercing the Quartet, and the person who was governed was not only the body and life, but regarded the heaven and the earth as untouched.

The needle of Taisu, the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, is perfectly integrated into the spring and autumn period between the brush and ink, with the tangible to help the invisible, stirring the qi of the four seasons, and resisting the fire of the red flame.

The sword intent came out, and Du Fanglin's eyebrows were already moving. The fan is the pen, the artistic conception of sweeping Taisu is inked for it, and then the action has the artistic conception of the beginning of chaos, "The rain is falling on all things and the chaos is extinguished!" "The Confucian tricks that can't be used without a complete body of skills, but they are used with the face-to-face cooperation of the sword master outside the sky, it is not a real indefinite three uniques, but it has obtained three flavors!

The sword is a cloud, the needle is rain, and it immediately turns into nothingness.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the red fire turned its move, "Move the sky and change the day!" "The stars shifted, and the illusion on all sides was completely shattered, and along with the golden sacrificial text, the Emperor of Heaven and Earth was also shattered inch by inch. The rain of chaos, the needle of Taisu, just as they complement each other, the sword intent makes up for the lack of the body, so that the move to move the sky can only be half accomplished, and in an instant, the sky is full of clouds, and the air flow is approaching down.

A shadow stepped behind Du Fanglin.

Cui Luohan raised his hand and struck at the back of the Confucian heart, using pure cultivation as a continuation of his vitality. The ink fracture fan raised the peach and protected the Baiyunju behind it. The turbulence of the wind and clouds can only shake down a few roof tiles, but the mountain in front of them and the evil queen daughter are more than three feet on the ground in the inner life!

Chaos extinguishes karmic fire, and nine needles cut its flesh and blood.

The Nine Calamities were injured, and the sand and stones were stained with demonic blood, "Hmph." ”

Seeing Cuiluo's cold eyebrows raised, the Nine Heavens Spirit Sword felt its sheath. The evil queen's heart sank, she didn't stay any longer, turned around and turned into light and left quickly.

The magic fire disappeared, everything was easier, and the vague scenery around it turned into a substance again, and I saw that Baiyun Mountain was in a mess, and only Haoran Ju stood majestically.

It's too late to say a word to the people around you.

Du Fanglin raised his sleeves to catch the folding fan, pressed Cui Luohan's elbow with one hand, and suddenly turned around and fanned out a strong wind. I saw that the main gate of Haoran Ju was wide open, and the inner courtyard was the Buddha swallowing boy sitting cross-legged and meditating with his eyes closed. In addition to the white-clothed red-haired ruthless demon, there is another figure.

The mantra of the Seven Buddhas to destroy sin dispersed with the opening of the door, and resounded through the last rhyme!

The white-robed monk with a golden holy pattern wrapped his slender white hair in a hood, and with a calm face, he put down a hand on the top of the head of the Buddha swallowing boy, put one hand together, and turned around: "One step at a time, one sin, one step at a lotus." ”

Inside and outside the door, looking at each other, Du Fanglin's eyes flashed with surprise, but he didn't expect that it would be this person. The Holy Domain will go on an expedition with Xuanzong is a related multiplication, but there is also the existence of the Great Sun Hall of the Ten Thousand Holy Rocks above the Holy Land, and the leader of the Great Sun Hall is the Holy Venerable One Step Lotus Flower.

One step lotus should not have been out of the customs at this time, and who alarmed this Buddha? As Du Fanglin remembered it, the Ten Thousand Saints Rock Saint Venerable acted according to the heavens, and he only played the idea of the head of the six strings from the beginning. So, will it be the firmament?

The ink fracture fan was closed, and he stroked his chest, but Du Fanglin did not speak. He shouldn't have known Yiyi Lianhua at this time, because during the battle of the Dao Realm, the Holy Venerable had not arrived. But the sound and appearance, but they should have heard of each other, the white-robed monk closed his eyes slightly, a strand of white hair fell from the curtain, one hand was closed, as if to sign, and then the sleeves of the robe waved, together with the Buddha swallowing boy who had suffered the mantra of the Seven Buddhas and was still immortal, turned into light and disappeared into the vast night sky.

At this time, the morning light is coming.

A night of fierce fighting.

Haoran popped in front of the door and fell again.

If Lin Wushuang returned, he would definitely be very happy, and if there was one less trouble, even the old oath seemed to be missing more than half under the sword qi......

"Hurry up." Du Fanglin solemnly held Cui Luohan's hand and raised the fan, "You and I have never come!" ”

Following the first step of Lianhua, the two of them also immediately turned into light and left Baiyun Mountain. At this time, Lin Wushuang took out the demon heart with a sword, and the Yama Drought dissipated, and after nodding goodbye to the head of the six strings, he turned around and wanted to return to Baiyun Mountain.

It's dangerous, it's dangerous.

Du Fanglin took Cui Luohan to a wilderness, and was about to use the sun to discern the direction, only to realize that he still held the beautiful woman tightly. He paused, then let go of his hand as if nothing had happened. Cui Luohan raised her sleeves and held Du Fanglin's left hand: "Follow me back to the secluded autumn water!" "Hand in hand, a piece of tenderness.

Cuiluo's cold face does not change color. On the contrary, Du Fanglin was a little uncomfortable in his solemn face.

"I'm fine." The Spring and Autumn inkstone master couldn't break free from the grasp of the nine needles of the jade hand, so he stroked his chest with a fan and compromised.

"You've already said that." Cui Luo Han was motionless, the sharpness of the swordsman brought a faint danger with his tone, "Say goodbye without saying goodbye, or, I will allow you to change your words." "The healer only trusts his own judgment, and the patient's words are not considered by the nine needles of the jade hand. What's more, there are still patients who dare to do something to the doctor!

Du Fanglin fell into thought.

The Confucian is upright but not false, he should have flicked the wrist of the jade hand with nine needles with his five fingers, and there is no problem in this matter in terms of the gap in his body. However, Cui Luohan will definitely be even more angry, maybe she will return to the secluded autumn water and no longer come out...... That's not right.

He didn't want to send peach blossoms to the autumn water next time, and he would be caught by the blue bird and thrown back.

"I'm fine." The Spring and Autumn Yan Lord found ten reasons for not resisting for himself, and he said a lot for a while, "When I was young, I was very-" indescribable.

"Young and frivolous." It's barely enough to say this one.

Du Fanglin said, "So you don't know what I have done...... For example, he extracted his soul and soul to refine into an inkstone, wanting to achieve the so-called natal artifact. ”

The soul was a vital thing, but at that time he was convinced of all the "experiences" he had predetermined. Including the Confucian forbidden tricks such as "Indefinite Three Uniques", he tried his best to collect them at that time, but learning too much was useless at all. Eventually, the Spring and Autumn inkstone lord was famous for his art. It's just because Du Fanglin learned a lot at first.

"That Fang Chunqiu Yan is now under Fuyan Mountain."

didn't mention whether it was a success or failure back then, Du Fanglin avoided the important and trivialized, "The entry of the Demon City into the WTO has affected the hardships and local atmosphere, and Fuyan Mountain has been affected, which naturally has also affected me." "After all, it's not too memorable, just mention it a little. In short, he seems to have a damaged foundation at this time, but in fact, it is all an illusion, and he can fight as he wants. Although part of the reason is also related to the spirit of Fuyan Mountain, it only makes the relationship between the Lord of Fuyan Mountain and the aura in the mountain closer...... It's probably only a little closer than Su really and the glass fairyland.

Du Fanglin didn't think that there was a need to explain this matter to Cui Luohan at all, and even felt that it was superfluous for him to explain the reason at this time. But watching Cui Luohan's expression change from surprise to forbearance, he brought three points of peace of mind from amusement. The Confucian man's heart couldn't help but be comforted a little.

He's old.

Cui Luohan is still young.

Du Fanglin was solemnly pleased, feeling that it was worth it to reassure young people and say some things about the past that they didn't want to look back on. He moved his fingers tentatively.

Cui Luohan didn't let go of her hand.

The woman's face is peach-colored, with thin cherry lips and thin eyebrows, sparkling eyes, and her temperament is pure and cold.

"Before the pharmacist left, he agreed with me to go to the remnant forest for a consultation on the night of the new moon." The jade hand nine needles are upright, and his expression is the same, "The mud mirror platform is empty at this time. ”

"Oh."

Du Fanglin held a folding fan in one hand, and his heart was in turmoil for a while.

"Where are you going?" Cui Luohan asked without moving.

Du Fanglin wanted to go to the yin and yang sun and moon to find the white-haired swordsman and discuss the matter of the internal topographic map of the demon world; Or it would be good to look at the head of the six strings for a hundred miles and see how the situation is; Then I went to the Honjue Zen Forest to take care of the savage brother, so as to avoid his excessive pressure and too much thinking.

However, none of the above regions are suitable for introducing outsiders into them, which is too dangerous and unpredictable.

Du Fanglin leaned over to look at Cui Luohan, and her conscience ached.

"I'll go back to the bamboo forest." The Spring and Autumn Yan Lord said solemnly, "I need to rest." ”

Speaking of which, before the nine needles of the jade hand appeared, it was really a little too tiring to resist the nine calamities in three or four moves.

"Indeed...... Yes, you need to take a break. Du Fanglin compromised again, took the initiative to take people back to the newly established temporary residence in the bitter realm, and within an hour, unconsciously helped make a simple xylophone.

Before the sun sets, the bamboo forest is quiet.

Jasper is a rod, thin branches and leaves, no morning and sunset.

Cuiluo Han is really strong with the piano, and the piano rhymes, leisurely and quiet.

The man in the bamboo house finally put down the fan and fell asleep unconsciously. It was only at this time that Cui Luohan's heart lifted all the way was slightly relaxed. The first time she saw Du Fanglin, she knew that Shower Yusheng did not hesitate to find Shang Qingyi first, and also asked her to go out of the mountain.

However, the jade hand nine needles did not expect that Du Fanglin slept for a day and a night.

The white-haired swordsman had visited him on the way.

Due to the death of the Divine Realm, a letter was sent by the only remaining leader, the Dharma Venerable Yaye Lian.

Mu Shaoai asked Qin Fake Immortal to take the two old and young up for a turn. Shower Yusheng also sent a message from thousands of miles away to express safety.

After that, the clouds came from outside the sky, and the clouds were ethereal and unequaled from Haoranju to the bamboo forest. Facing Cuiluo Han, who was suddenly cautious, the Taoist bowed slightly.

Pingshan is still high in the sky. The whereabouts of the colorful clouds, there are very few people in this world who can ask the master of the Spring and Autumn inkstone.

Bai Yun's obsession seems to have been destroyed in the battle in front of Haoran. Lin Wushuang couldn't tell whether he was relaxed or regretful in his heart, but he slowly listened to the words of his friend's persuasion into his heart.

Before parting with him, the head of the six strings reminded him again of the three tribulations. But fate and fortune are extremely difficult to distinguish, but they are just to face it freely.

"The Enma Drought is dead."

Lin Wushuang said lightly: "If Chunqiu wakes up, tell him for me!" ”