Seeing the main master come out, the scene immediately reached the time when the poor dagger saw it.

Chong He saw the old way out, half nervous, half relaxed, this is also strange, just now all kinds of strange things depicted bizarre, made him feel uneasy, but now face to face, it is nothing more than a bayonet to see a red knife and a real gun, that's it. The worst case scenario is nothing more than defeat and death, for him, it is not something that he is not mentally prepared for, but it is much better than the mysterious atmosphere just now.

At the end of the day, Okiwa is someone who will be shocked for a while, but will not be scared to death. Any casual cultivator, after ten years of wandering, will not be scared to death by his opponent.

Chong He let go of half of his heart, Cheng Jun was naturally even less afraid, and said: "Lord, if you enter the house at night, are you here to talk about buying and selling cranes?" ”

That Ming Sheng Lao Dao sneered: "Immortal crane? Do you still want cranes? ”

Cheng Jun said: "Why not? ”

Ming Sheng said: "If you really want the crane, then come with me, if you really have the courage." ”

Cheng Jun said: "Okay." Then you lead the way. ”

Mingsheng Lao Dao sneered slightly, turned his back, and walked forward slowly, not caring at all about selling his back to Cheng Jun. Cheng Jun didn't mean to sneak attack from behind, and slowly followed.

Under the moonlight, this little old man bent over and hunched his back, trembling three times in one step, swaying and swaying, it seemed that he was really an old man who was about to die.

Mingsheng Lao Dao went all the way back, went out from the back door of the Taoist temple, entered the mountains and forests, still did not stop, carried his hands, and said as he walked: "Two Taoist friends, where did you come from?" Listening to the accent, this older Taoist friend has a local Yunzhou accent, this little Taoist friend, the official language is not like the official dialect, and the dialect is not like the dialect, I can't hear it. ”

Cheng Jun said: "When I was young, I left home and went back, my hometown pronunciation was changed early, and I have been wandering for many years, and I don't know where I am from." This sentence is old-fashioned, and with Cheng Jun's voice still in the middle of the voice change period, there is a pure natural sense of funny.

Mingsheng Lao Dao snorted and said, "So, did you come all the way to Yunzhou to make a special trip to make a difficult time with Lao Dao?" ”

Cheng Jun said: "Daoyou thinks so highly of yourself? If it weren't for the crane that my Taoist friend mentioned Guiguan, I wouldn't know that there was such a treasure. ”

Old Ming Sheng said: "So, we are destined to meet thousands of miles away. Fate, fate. He laughed a few lowly, as if he was proud of what he had said, but his voice was hoarse, like a night owl hissing, "I see, I still think you are my helper hired by my unscrupulous scoundrel." ”

Cheng Jun cooperated with a low chuckle, and when he heard it in the night, it was not inferior to Mingsheng Lao Dao, and said, "It's funny, it's funny." Daoist friends not only think highly of themselves, but even have so much confidence in your scumbag. Does your scoundrel have the ability to ask for help? ”

Ming Sheng Lao Dao sighed and said, "My inferior apprentice, his qualifications were originally very good, but I didn't care much about him in the past few years, and he himself became crooked." He's always nosy, have you gotten any hints from him to know that there is another mystery in my little Taoist temple? ”

Cheng Jun said: "Yes." ”

Chong He glanced at Cheng Jun, and was slightly dissatisfied in his heart, the little Taoist Jing Shu, although his surname was not likable, but he reminded them to be careful, after all, it was a good intention. Cheng Jun betrayed him at will, which was too unkind. But since Cheng Jun said it, it was impossible for him to deny it, so he was silent.

Old Dao Mingsheng let out a series of low sneers again, and said, "Fellow Daoist, you must be living well outside, although it is a casual cultivation...... No, you may not be a casual cultivator, but anyway, you are used to being high and self-righteous. Why don't you want to think about it, you are just a stranger from afar, and Jing Shu is only meeting for the first time, why does he remind you many times? Is there anything different about you from others that deserves to be looked at differently? ”

Cheng Jun smiled: "I'm not different, so Ling Gaozu didn't look at me differently." Probably ...... Just follow the normal routine. ”

Ming Sheng Lao Dao's footsteps stopped, and his expression seemed to be a little surprised, but then he let out that kind of laughter that was neither yin nor yang: "Hehehe, you guessed it too." Over the years, three or four years to be specific, since the death of his senior brother, this child has been a little disobedient. For every guest who comes to visit here, he always has to say more or less to remind the other party what kind of person I am, and then, either with agitation or inducement, let those unlucky passers-by become my enemies. Of course, he set up a lot of trouble for me in doing this, but what is even worse is that these people who were used by him had to die tragically, which is really a great evil. ”

Chong and his breath stagnated, and the little Taoist priest's cold and somewhat mocking face flashed in front of him, and he only felt a feeling of being deceived, and couldn't help but be annoyed and angry, and said secretly: That kid is really not a good person!

Cheng Jun said: "Oh, are you saying that if Jing Shu didn't drive them to be your enemy, you wouldn't have taken their surnames?" ”

Ming Sheng Lao said: "No, of course I will still do it, but they will go more peacefully." He coughed and said, "We monks, our cultivation is the Tao of going against the sky, and if we are not careful, we will die without a place to be buried." Besides, for thousands of years, we have never heard of anyone in the world who has cultivated the way of immortality, so what we are asking for is not a quiet way to die? In this sense, Jing Shu disturbed their peace before death, which is far more heinous than my murder. ”

Cheng Jun laughed, did not show any objections, and raised his head and said, "Where is the front?" ”

Mingsheng Lao Dao looked up, only to see the end of the woods, there was a large clearing, but the clearing was not flat, but concave downward, the center was a large pit several zhang square, the bottom of the pit was dry, it seemed to be a sinkhole

Cheng Jun picked up the folding fan and waved it, saying, "It's such a big pit, it looks like something smashed out, shouldn't this be a ......?"

"Hetang." Lao Dao said quietly, "Didn't my apprentice introduce me to you?" I, a crane lover, built a crane pond in order to raise my beloved cranes, which were stocked with countless spirit fish and shrimp and fresh algae, just to add food to my baby cranes. ”

Cheng Jun said: "But now there is only one big pit left here, but it has failed the hard work of your master and apprentice back then." At this point, he continued: "But it doesn't matter, you two masters and apprentices have new gadgets, don't you?" ”

Ming Sheng said gloomily: "Our master and apprentice? ”

Cheng Jun said: "You apprentices like you, knowing that your apprentices have repeatedly provided news to your prey, how can you tolerate him until now?" It's very simple, you need each other. ”

The corners of Ming Sheng's old Dao's mouth moved, but this time he didn't pick out the usual gloomy arc upwards, but instead sank hard, looking a little angry and a little fearful, "The cleverness of Daoyou is really touching." ”

Cheng Jun ignored him and said, "You said that it is very important for cultivators to die peacefully. I agree with that, but it is also very important for you to make the monk die uneasy. ”

The corners of Ming Sheng's old man's mouth drooped even more, and his eyes slowly sank, staring at the big pit and being silent.

Cheng Jun said: "After a person dies, he becomes a ghost, and when a person dies with resentment, he becomes a ghost and a ghost. There are as many ordinary ghosts as there are, and it is not easy to get a soul that dies just right. For cultivating certain methods that lack great virtue and damage the eight generations, resentful souls and ghosts are also indispensable. How do you create such a batch of high-quality ghosts? Your master and apprentice work together, one to boost the monk's morale and arouse the monk's greed, and the other to beat the monk mercilessly to hell when he is closest to success, so that a resentful soul is freshly baked. At this time, some torture is used to refine the soul, so that the resentment turns into yin, and the effect is even better. After doing this every year, how many people have you killed as a master? ”

When the old Taoist Mingsheng heard Cheng Jun's first few words, his expression became more and more cold, but later, he gradually calmed down, stretched out his hand and stroked his beard, and said: "Fellow Daoist, if you are so expert, are you a fellow Taoist?" ”

Cheng Jun said: "It's not that it can't be counted, although I have studied some of it, but it is a little difficult to judge which one of the demon sects you are from some clues." Interlaced like a mountain, professional things should be handed over to professional people to be Taoist friends, since you have arrived here, don't waste your efforts to attract me, quickly remove this trick, and show the true body of this place. ”

The old man smiled strangely, and said, "Since this is the case, let you, a layman, open your eyes" As he spoke, his big sleeves bulged and he stretched out his hand.

The sky above the dry crane pond was distorted for a moment, and the gray color around it was like a cracked wall, peeling off layer by layer, leaving only a monstrous blood red. Tick, tick, the sound of a drop of water sounds.

It was the sound of blood falling into the pool.

The dirt pit in front of me has disappeared, or rather, the pit is still there, but the soil is gone.

In the place where the loess was originally hidden, only a bright blood red remained, which was a deep pool, boiling and roaring, and it was flowing blood.

In a bloody water, the steaming black gas flowed around with the sharp ghost cry, setting off roaring waves again and again, and the heavy smell of blood filled the air, stimulating people's sense of smell and stimulating the irrepressible fear in people's hearts.

Cheng Jun glanced at the blood pool and said, "The scale is just like this, it seems that you might as well be guilty of it." ”

This sentence is nothing for the old Mingsheng to hear, but Chonghe is dizzy, the blood pool in front of him is five or six zhang square, I don't know how deep, let alone how much blood there is, in order to fill this pool, the murderous and bloody Mingsheng Lao Dao and don't say it, what kind of person is Cheng Jun who can say "but so" without changing his face?

When the old Taoist Mingsheng heard this, his face twitched, and he said: "Pity me for the pool of good blood at the top of the thousand demons, and it took many years of hard work to accumulate it, but I was kicked over by that old Taoist, forcing me to flee here and start from scratch." Although Yunzhou is chaotic and Daomen is relaxed, which of the various large and small forces is easy to provoke...... After five or six years of kung fu hiding, sneaking around, accumulating so much blood, if you change it, will you try? ”

Cheng Jun nodded and sighed: "It's so pitiful." ”

This sentence made Mingsheng Lao Dao's red face turn into a purple face, and he said angrily: "**Looking for death!" With a wave of dust in his hand, the white silk silk fell, and a black banner hidden in it appeared, followed by his right hand, a blood-red shadow flew out of the pool of blood, hanging above his head, waving in the wind, it was a small bright red flag.

Cheng Jun smiled faintly, and with a bang, the sword was unsheathed.

Chong He stretched out his hand at the same time, the sword flashed, and the long sword was in his hand, he actually knew that it was difficult for him to intervene in the fight between the two opposite, but at least he had an attitude to indicate which side he was on.

The old Taoist of Mingsheng stretched out the banner in his hand, and the originally sharp ghost cry became more and more harsh, high and low, which made people's ears numb. I saw a trace of black mist seeping from the ground, and for a while, black smoke billowed out, wrapping himself, and half of his body was hidden in the black smoke, as if it was integrated with the thick fog, and only his chest was still exposed. I saw that Lao Dao's figure in the black smoke was becoming more and more blurred, like a broken candle in the wind, although it would be blown away, only one face was as clear as before.

I saw that his face was hideous, and he said: "You, a doll in the Dao stage, dare to do it with me, do you know what kind of cultivation I have?" ”

Cheng Jun said: "You are just entering the Tao, as for what kind of cultivation you used to do to my, don't talk about you, this year I have fought two Yuanshen Shenjun." As he spoke, the sword flashed, and four silver lights flew out at the same time.

Before the silver light arrived, I saw the black smoke suddenly close, covering the figure of the old demon, leaving only a black shadow in front of him, and the sword light flew through the black smoke without stopping, rushing into the depths of the woods, not knowing the way out.

With a sound of the wave, the black smoke dissipated, and the place was empty, how could there be the shadow of the old devil.

Smoke!

Chong He screamed in a low voice, and Cheng Jun scolded in his busy schedule: "Escape your grandma, do you have this escape method?" Stretching out his foot and stepping on the ground, countless sword lights pierced into the ground under his feet like raindrops, only to hear a few pops, and countless hollows were pierced underground, like a field that had been ravaged by voles.

Those holes were originally empty, and after a moment's pause, there were several holes that slowly emitted black smoke, wisps of black smoke, coming out of the holes in the distance, but a few breaths, most of the holes had ventured out, and it seemed that there was a fire underground, and the more it went, the more vigorous it became.

When Chong He saw it, he knew that the old demon road was not fleeing into the air, but under the reflection of black smoke, this technical content was much worse than disappearing out of thin air, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to learn Cheng Jun to attack on the ground, but saw Cheng Jun turn his head, glared at him fiercely, and shouted: "Go up." ”

Chong He was stunned, and immediately understood what he meant, he didn't dare to disobey, and he really didn't dare to stay on the ground, his knees bent slightly, jumped upside down, pulled a few feet upside down, and landed on the top of a big tree next to him.

Cheng Jun didn't move, one foot stood in place, the other foot circled around himself, drew a big circle, his hand didn't stop, countless sword lights were like a storm, piercing into the ground, there were more and more hollows in the ground, and it was like a sieve eye in a short time.

The hole began with only black smoke, and as the sword light increased, there were also several white lights leaking out of the hole, which seemed to be a few starlights mixed in the night. This is the dark world underground, and the sparks above and below are engaged in fierce entanglement.

Either darkness swallows up light, or light conquers darkness.

Gradually, the starlight turned from dim to brilliant, and in the black smoke, a complete sword light could already be seen, and if it was imaginative, it could already leak out of the countless caves, and the situation underground could be seen, and it slowly reversed from one side to the other.

The sword light is like mercury pouring on the ground, pervasive, endless, as if there is no end.

This is Cheng Jun's strategy, to keep the enemy out of the country. Since this old demon Dao dared to occupy the dark place from the underground, Cheng Jun made him unable to emerge again.

Three hundred and sixty style Starlight Demon Sword.

The starlight illuminates the darkness, and the sword light punishes the evil demons, no matter how yin and demonic he is, he is invincible to the swing of the starlight sword.

Each sword symbolizes a star in the sky, and when a sword comes out, at least one hundred and eight swords follow closely behind, and the stars are brilliant, as if out of it.

This one hundred and eight swords is one!

And the Demon Sword has three hundred and sixty styles.

This situation is like a heaven made for the Demon Sword, Cheng Jun occupies a high position, condescending, attacking the dark with light, no need to consider the enemy, as long as he follows the long sword in his hand, a steady stream of release, release, release, evil and demons, so that the darkness under his feet is evolved and devoured by a steady stream of starlight!

As for the consumption of this, Cheng Jun is not afraid, he still has a trump card, and if he suffers some damage, he will never lack aura, not to mention, he just doesn't move the last hole card, and the old demon can't support him.

The black smoke is getting less and less, and the ghost cry has not weakened, but it is getting more and more poignant, not so much that the ghost cry is getting more and more urgent, but that the situation of the ghost head has gradually fallen to the point where he wants to cry wolf at home.

Boom, boom, boom

The ground beneath his feet shook more and more, and it seemed that there was a wild beast trapped underground, slamming underground, trying to get out.

"Can't wait?" Cheng Jun looked down at this masterpiece, under the cover of countless white lights, he stood alone in the center, not even a shadow, and the light shuttled through a small space, fantastic and inexplicable.

As long as he wants, there is no problem in suppressing it for a while.

But......

Cheng Jun withdrew the sword light, a white sword light swam on the blade like a living snake, and his eyes looked at the bulge on the ground He wanted to come out, so let him come out.

Rumble!

The last loud bang was ten times more powerful than all the sounds just now!

That's the sound of impact! Something, slammed into the surface.

The ground that had been pierced countless times by the blade of the sword was extremely fragile, and under such a fierce impact, it shattered into several pieces, and the gravel and earth powder were overwhelming, and the blood-red atmosphere was dyed again in a patch of earthy yellow. There was a crisp sound on the ground, the sound of the heavenly stones returning to the soil.

Along with the broken stones, there was a mass of things.

Nowadays, it can only be described as a ball of blood.

The ball of blood was wrapped in rags that could barely be called clothes, and a torn hat that looked like hair was covered on his head, and it fell to the ground, and countless brown-red blood followed his body to the ground, leaving a large pool of ugly and terrible stains.

It can only be said to be a stain, whether it is a benevolent person or a thief, as long as it is a person, the blood shed should be bright red, which is the blood given to mankind by God. But this thing, because the whole body has been entangled in black flocculents, and the red blood stains are entangled in the gray and black color, which looks extremely dirty.

Cheng Jun was only a few feet away from him, but he didn't make another move, the long sword was hanging, the sword was still swallowing on the blade, and the whole person was relaxed and comfortable, as if he was watching a comedy that was about to start.

When the ball of blood slowly stood upright from the state of struggle and returned to a barely recognizable human form, Cheng Jun greeted with a smile: "Hello, welcome home." ”