The tremendous force of the air lifted the fallen leaves on the ground, and countless pieces of gravel were swept away by the air current.

The two palms are butt together, and the ten fingers are facing each other.

Wan Yuqing's white clothes danced in the wind and waves, and she looked at the movements of the two at this time with a shocked face, as if she couldn't believe the scene in front of her.

There was a sound of panting in the air frequently, Ji Liangchuan had cold sweat on his cheeks, and his butted palm was held steadily in the air, without flinching at all.

A Taoist priest with only four grades can take over the moves of a seventh-rank hermit alive, and this kind of cross-level confrontation is almost completely impossible to achieve.

Zhang Mochen saw that he was tired, and his expression became serious.

"You used the ghost way?" Zhang Mochen said suddenly.

"Hey, I signed a contract with Luo Luo, it's not a violation!" Ji Liangchuan's trembling lower body, the hand that was butted lost all its strength in an instant, and it was hanging on his shoulder like a cripple, and he was completely unconscious.

A few tendons and veins were broken, and the bones were slightly dislocated, but it didn't hurt, he didn't have a chance to dodge just now, so he could only use the soul power of the ghost path to split the power from Luo Luo, which barely blocked the blow.

At this point, the bowl of noodles shook violently on the table, and it only took ten seconds at most for the rotation to stop.

Just hold on for another ten seconds.

"Hehe, the evil sect is crooked!" Zhang Mochen raised his sword blade and prepared to make the final blow, "Even if that little ghost helps you with your soul power, the kind of luck just now will definitely not appear a second time!" ”

Zhang Mochen unfolded his steps, clenched the blade of his sword, and made a pre-move move.

"It's!" Ji Liangchuan's pupils trembled violently, and he muttered, "Go to the east of the river!" ”

The sword blade tears the air, forming a sword qi like the rolling Yangtze River, its power can not only cut grass and trees, but also can crack gold and stone, if it is a physical body, it may be cut in half in an instant.

Of course, he wasn't worried that Zhang Mochen would kill him, but as soon as this move came out, the sword qi attacked overwhelmingly, and he couldn't deal with it alone.

"Brother, the second brother won't play with you!" After Zhang Mochen finished speaking, the Dao power of his whole body was condensed on the sword blade, and the rolling wave of sword qi spread out in the air, and gathered at a point, quickly rushing towards him.

Ji Liangchuan understands very well that it is absolutely impossible to escape, as soon as this move comes out, it has already shown that Zhang Mochen wants to end the battle, this is his last chance, as long as he can carry it down, then he will win.

"Luo Luo, lend me soul power!" Ji Liangchuan raised his voice, and a cloud of black gas began to rise in his palm, and quickly spread to the blade, and for a while, the entire Longquan Sword was lit with black flames.

Ji Liangchuan got up and jumped up, and directly rushed towards the wave-like sword qi.

"Don't!" Wan Yuqing tried to stop it, but it was too late.

The black flame turned into a raging fire with the help of the sword qi, and for a while, even Ji Liangchuan himself was swallowed by the black flame.

Huge pressure fell on him, just now the Bagua Palm confrontation, he already had one hand lost his combat effectiveness, just relying on one hand to fight against this sword qi, this is completely unrealistic.

"Nine songs!" Ji Liangchuan roared in the sky, and his qi spread all over his body through his tendons, and for a while, nine pitch-black shadows rushed out from the raging flames, and the blades on the hands of each black shadow ignited flames, and burned violently in this wave of sword qi.

The nine differentiated black shadows, including the main body itself, a total of ten Longquan swords covered in black flames, under the help of sword qi, actually burned all over the plain with the power of sparks.

For a moment, the black flames completely engulfed the sword qi.

To everyone's surprise, Ji Liangchuan actually blocked this blow, and the nine black shadows that were differentiated only stayed for three seconds before quickly returning to his physical strength.

The Dao power of the fourth grade, coupled with the soul power of the head of Luo Luo's mutant ghosts, could only allow the differentiated shadow to last for three seconds.

The bowl stopped, and the competition ended.

The arm holding the knife was also almost unconscious, and the dragon spring in his hand trembled and swayed, and finally left his hand and lay on the lawn, the flames on his body disappeared in an instant.

The corners of Ji Liangchuan's mouth were dripping with blood, his chest was wheezing violently, his eyes were looking straight ahead, and there was no change in expression on his face.

"You've won!" Zhang Mochen shrugged his shoulders and stepped forward to hug Ji Liangchuan's body.

At the moment when he hugged his body, Ji Liangchuan softened like a deflated ball and fell into Zhang Mochen's arms.

At this moment, a dazzling purple light poured out in Ji Liangchuan's abdomen, and above the purple light, a shackle spun rapidly.

"Gossip Seal!" Zhang Mochen looked at the purple light in horror.

Wan Yuqing was also frightened, and immediately rushed forward and threw herself beside Ji Liangchuan, looking at the rapidly rotating shackles.

At this moment, everyone was shocked, but Ji Liangchuan himself didn't know what was going on.

He felt that a shackle was inexplicably appearing in his abdomen, firmly restraining the Dao power of his whole body, and at this time, even the strength to move his eyelids was completely gone.

Mu Chuan, who was staying in the room, also rushed out immediately, and he anxiously ran to Ji Liangchuan's side, shaking his head with those big hands to confirm whether he was still conscious.

Where did this gossip seal come about?

Ji Liangchuan seemed to be a little eyebrow-raising.

At the last martial arts conference, he fought against the children of the Lushan faction of the same age, and was locked by the other party with a gossip seal.

The Heavenly Master's Mansion lost all its honor, and the management of the Daoist Society was transferred from the Heavenly Master's Mansion to the Lushan Sect.

His fellow disciples began to reproach him, and the elders in the Taoist temple began to resent him.

Overnight, he went from a genius boy to a target of abuse.

He began to become decadent and often locked himself in his house.

Since being sealed by the gossip, his Dao power has not improved at all, and even began to gradually regress, and his memory seems to have begun to decline.

In two years, he regressed from a two-grade Taoist priest to a five-grade Taoist, and the memories of his childhood were completely forgotten.

During this time, the Heavenly Master has been seeking a way to crack the Bagua Seal, but the Heavenly Master's Mansion has no way.

Because the Heavenly Master's Mansion lost the management of the Dao Society, the Maoshan faction, which was the best at sealing, was no longer friendly to the Heavenly Master's Mansion and rejected all the requests of the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

The Heavenly Master also aged a lot overnight because of this incident, but from beginning to end, he did not blame Ji Liangchuan, and even loved him more than before.

It didn't take long for the Celestial Master to pass away.

The Celestial Master is already old, and the immortal death is natural, and no one is to blame.

But Ji Liangchuan knew very well that if it weren't for the Heavenly Master looking for ways to break the gossip seal everywhere, maybe, the Heavenly Master wouldn't be busy all day long.

Ji Liangchuan felt that he had indirectly killed the Heavenly Master.

He chose to go down the mountain.

With the help of the prosperity of the city and the gossip seal, he gradually forgot his former life, except for the cause of the death of the Heavenly Master, he had almost forgotten it.

But for some reason, recently, he has gradually begun to remember the past.