Outside the ancestral hall of the Huan family, the people who finally fought their way out of the bloody road, the sloppy old man cast a spell with the secret technique taught by the old castle lord Huan, and cast a spell in a double bowl containing the blood of the descendants of the Huan family, the old man waited for a moment, sat down on the ground in despair, lost his soul, and muttered: "Why is this so, shouldn't it be like this......"

The bloodied Huan brothers and sisters turned pale, and the young Taoist priest's lips trembled, "Those demons and ghosts, I don't know what kind of poisonous methods they used, and they have already exhausted the aura contained in the two stone lions. ”

Tao Xieyang sat on the ground with his butt and slammed the ground with a knife.

The old Taoist turned his head to look at the sea of clouds on the side of the school martial arts field, the mountains were sinking, the fists were facing the enemy, and there were more sword lights on the sea of clouds.

The old man had a faint hope, struggled to stand up, and said to the four young men: "You four, hurry up and leave the Flying Eagle Castle, you escorted me here before, and now it is my turn to escort a few of your children, you should leave a little blood incense for the Huan clan of the Flying Eagle Castle, don't hesitate, hurry up and leave this place, go as far as possible, don't think about revenge in the future!"

Tao Xieyang didn't show any signs of getting up at all, looked up at the Huan woman who had been in love for many years, and said hoarsely: "Huan Shu, you and Huan Chang go together, I want to stay here, I have been walking south and north for so many years, I am really a little tired, so I won't leave today." ”

The young Taoist priest was about to speak, Tao Xieyang shook his head at him and said, "Huang Shang, don't persuade me, I have made up my mind!"

The old Taoist sighed, took his apprentice and the Huan brothers and sisters, and killed the north gate of the nearby Flying Eagle Castle together.

Tao Xieyang sat cross-legged, facing the gate of the ancestral hall, and began to wipe the long knife with his cuffs.

Huang Shang ran after the master, his vision was hazy, and he never dared to look back at the young martial artist.

Huan Shu suddenly turned her head and looked at the down-and-out back of the familiar man, she couldn't bear it, and a thousand words in her heart disappeared when she reached her mouth.

Between life and death, the truest temperament.

The young woman was dragged away by her brother and did not stay any longer.

Tao Xieyang lowered his head, stared at the face reflected by Xueliang's knife body, and pulled the corners of his mouth, he still didn't like it.

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When the ghost baby was poked to death by Lu Tai's bamboo fan, the wail came out of the hall of the main building, and above the black sea of clouds outside the building, the two flying swords were still flying wantonly, and the old man with the high crown appeared again, his face was extremely ugly, and the whole person was so angry that even the five Yue crowns began to tremble, and the sea of clouds that had almost submerged the roof of the high place was even more tumbling like boiling water.

The old man shouted angrily at the main building, "Waste, waste! What's the use of leaving you?!"

The high-crowned old man stretched out a hand and clenched it suddenly.

In the lobby, the dusty man who was struggling to deal with the two flying swords, at the beginning of his learning, he had been controlled by the old man with the secret method of the master, at this moment his heart exploded without warning, and then in an instant, his soul was scattered, the flesh and bone were separated, all the blood was cleanly stripped out, turned into a large ball of scarlet blood balls, and rushed outward at any cost。

Lu Tai frowned, and withdrew the needle tip of the wheat, so as not to be contaminated by those filthy blood, and then it would not be as easy as consuming heaven and earth treasures, and no longer infused the talisman array with spiritual energy, so the blood was like a stream, stretching out a slender river, spreading from the lobby to the high-crowned old man above the sea of clouds, pouring into the palm of the old man.

The old man was full like a hungry man, his eyes were full of blood, his hands waved his sleeves, and two bright red qi machines surged out of his big sleeves.

The old man with a high crown had a hideous face, looked down at the central mountain that had not yet touched the ground, and said angrily: "Dying and struggling! I was still thinking that the ghost baby was born and had no appetite, so I pressed you under the mountain mill and squeezed the essence and blood little by little, since now the old man has stopped everything, the old man doesn't have to be so particular!"

Lu Tai had already come to the observation deck in the main building of the Flying Eagle Castle, drove two flying swords and swept towards the old man of the sea of clouds, and laughed heartily: "Old thief! I have been waiting for this day for a long time in Taiping Mountain!"

The old man's face froze, and then he laughed maniacally: "Even if the old man dies here today, I want you two genius monks of Taiping Mountain to be buried together!"

The old man waved his sleeves with one hand, trying his best to stop the assassination of the four flying swords of the fifteenth and needle-tip Maimang, and with one hand, he clenched his fist and smashed down fiercely, "Little rabbit, don't die or not?!"

Lu Tai's eyes changed slightly, and he silently said "go", a colorful ribbon flashed away from this upper balcony, and with the demon rope that was like a golden Jiao wrapped around the mountain peak, it was lifted up together, and it was absolutely impossible to let this Zhongyue and the rest of the four mountains rooted in the earth converge, and when the time came, the five mountains formed a formation, Chen Ping'an did not say that it was a martial artist of the four realms, but the physique of the six realms, I am afraid that it would be crushed into a puddle of flesh and mud alive.

Lu Tai shouted angrily, "Rise up for me!"

The mountain began to rise a few feet.

"Who wouldn't be desperate?!" The high-crowned old man was worthy of the mountain field cultivator who was known for his ruthlessness, laughed wantonly and stood up, after putting away the futon, the lower half of his body immediately began to decay like dead wood, and there were constantly ashes drifting away, the old man still ignored it, swept to the Zhongyue, and after his feet touched the top of the mountain, he suddenly pressed down, so that the mountain peak, which was restrained by the colorful belt and the golden demon rope, was successfully pressed to the end!

When the mountain landed, the entire Flying Eagle Castle began to tremble, so much so that cracks began to appear in the mountains outside the castle.

The golden demon rope slid along the mountain towards the ground, and the high-crowned old man laughed, reached out and grabbed it, and held the demon rope in the palm of his hand.

When the five mountains gathered, the formation had been completed, on the balcony, Lu Tai spit out a mouthful of blood, staggered forward a few steps, finally held on to the railing, his fingers moved slightly, and said with difficulty: "Come back......"

The colorful belt that originally bound Zhongyue also lost its brilliant brilliance, and began to return to its original shape, and then swept towards the main building, the old man's eyes lit up, and he grabbed it again, and pulled the ribbon in his hand.

The old man sat cross-legged again, the futon appeared out of thin air, and after this battle, the aura of the five peaks on his head was already thin.

On the side of the sea of clouds overhead, only the two flying swords of the sword cultivator in the main building, one large and one small, are still struggling, the two pocket flying swords before, the high-crowned old man has actually been secretly observing, after Zhongyue successfully crushed the golden-robed young man, the flying sword fell to the ground and landed in the two alleys in the distance, most of them were destroyed, it was a pity.

Today's revenge was avenged, and the old man was a little happy in his heart, firstly, he could no longer support the Wuyue True Form Formation, and secondly, he had to quickly peel off the golden robe from the young man's corpse, and then leave the Flying Eagle Fort quickly, so as not to be intercepted and killed by the old Wang Ba of the Fuping Sect or Taiping Mountain, otherwise he would become a lost dog again like he did back then.

It seems that the two cubs who died and were injured were too big to give themselves the opportunity to leave safely, but the two young people were definitely the most top-notch disciples in Taiping Mountain, maybe they were still the proud disciples of the mountain lord, so they had the courage to wear such a magic weapon and swagger through the market.

If he hadn't formed an undying beam with Taiping Mountain a long time ago, I'm afraid he would have avoided its edge a long time ago.

The high-crowned old man silently recited the mantra of "closing the mountain", and the five peaks rose from the ground in an instant, getting smaller and smaller, and finally returned to the crown of the five mountains.

The old man waved his sleeves to control the sea of clouds, blocking Lu Tai's two flying swords.

While sitting cross-legged on the futon, he smiled and descended to the school martial arts field.

There was a dazzling golden patch on the ground, like a golden garment that had accidentally fallen from a bamboo pole to the ground, spread haphazardly on the ground.

Obviously, a magic weapon was at his fingertips, but the old man with the high crown changed his face drastically, his hands slapped in the void, and the whole person suddenly rose into the air together with the futon, after a series of battles, and with the exhaustion of the old man's own aura, the black sea of clouds that did not exist frantically surged towards the old man.

The golden touch on the school martial arts field jumped up from the big pit that was just enough for one person to lie flat, and shouted loudly: "Lu Tai, lend me the tip of the needle!"

Lu Tai was not the slightest surprised, his mind moved slightly, and the tip of the huge flying sword appeared at Chen Ping'an's feet.

Previously, from the "fall" on the fifteenth day of the first month, Lu Tai actually found clues, Chen Ping'an said that they were natal flying swords, but they were not his Chen Ping'an's natal things. Therefore, if Chen Ping'an is really dead, he will only kill the enemy more desperately on the fifteenth day of the first month, and only if Chen Ping'an fakes his death, will he deliberately let the two flying swords act.

After that, the demon rope also "pretended to be dead", and Lu Tai endured it very hard to not laugh.

Relying on the gourd to draw the scoop, Lu Tai, who was moving, also deliberately lost the control of the colorful belt and let the high-crowned old man take it away.

The old man castrated very quickly, but he hid in the neighborhood early on the fifteenth day of the new year, and the momentum came faster.

One left and one right, they instantly pierced the futon, causing the high-crowned old man's speed to froze slightly.

There is also a flying sword from Lutai, Mai Mang, blocking it at a high altitude.

The most important thing is that Lu Tai's colorful belt and Chen Ping'an's golden demon rope have come back to life, and at the same time they have tied the arms of the high-crowned old man, like two pythons wrapped around the human body.

And Chen Ping'an, stepping on the tip of the flying sword, chased the high-crowned old man and the sea of clouds into the air, and flew away.

Edgeworth's Journey!

Although under the suppression of the mountains, with the help of Lu Tai's streamers to delay time, coupled with Chen Ping'an's early calculation of the biggest pothole, before punching, he stomped on the ground, and temporarily opened up a big pit for lying down, so as to escape the fate of being crushed, but he was pressed down by the majestic qi machine of the Wuyue Great Array, as if he was in a sealed coffin Chen Ping'an, but it was not uncomfortable at all, and several ribs had been broken at the moment, if he was not used to this kind of in the bamboo building, he could only watch the old man with the high crown leave.

Before Chen Ping'an stepped on the sword to "ascend", he used the method of a swordsman to control the sword, and held the long sword "infatuation" that was thrown aside in the palm of his hand.

There are streamers and demon ropes to bind the old man's double coins, and the two objects can break through the sea of clouds, and accurately pull three flying swords to pierce the futon.

This made Chen Ping'an, who was the first sword king, still quickly catch up with the high-crowned old man, and slashed at the back of the guy's head.

The old man really tried his best to envelop the sea of clouds and speed forward, so he finally dodged the sword, but the sword overflowed, and it still left a blood groove on the head of the high-crowned old man.

On the balcony, Lu Tai gritted his teeth and said the word "flower" again, his green shirt fluttered, and he chased after him in the wind.

The speed is better than the tip of the flying sword.

Lu Tai drew an arc in the air, and in the blink of an eye, he quickly intercepted the path of the high-crowned old man of the Dragon Gate Realm.

The old man suffered a lot, but he didn't dare to break through, turned around, and was stabbed by the golden-robed young man who was slow to go out of the sword twice, and his heart was cold!

And this sword is extremely eccentric.

The vitality, along with the aura, was suddenly lost and absorbed by the long sword that passed through the body.

The old man stopped, and the sea of clouds under the futon hovered straight ahead.

He looked down at the tip of the sword and smiled sadly.

The one who took my life was not even those four natal flying swords.

The person who helped this sword take my life turned out to be just a square inch charm that I despise.

Now these little guys of the sect head immortal family, how can they be more cunning and cunning than us mountain and wild cultivators?

Chen Ping'an wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue and make another punch to break the head of the high-crowned old man, but Lu Tai had already almost roared and reminded Chen Ping'an in his heart, with the tip of the flying sword, quickly retreat, the farther the better.

The old man with the high crown helped the crooked Wuyue crown on his head, and did not pull out the "infatuated heart" that pierced the heart, and looked at Lu Tai with a sad smile.

His hands were still tied by the two sword magic weapons, trying his best to restrict the old man's spiritual energy.

The futon had been shattered, dozens of holes had been pierced by three flying swords, and there was air leaking everywhere.

Lu Tai and the old man with the high crown stood opposite each other, with palpitations, and deliberately called himself a monk of Taiping Mountain at that time, in order to scare off this old guy, where did he think that as soon as he heard that he was from Taiping Mountain, he would bite people like a mad dog, Chen Ping'an's situation at that time was a veritable life hanging by a thread.

Lu Tai stabilized his mind and said calmly: "We are actually not Taiping Mountain monks. ”

The old man tugged at the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "The old man has figured it out, Taiping Mountain can't teach you two little babies." ”

The sea of clouds in all directions gradually dissipated, returned in vain, and returned to heaven and earth.

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Immortal fights are always in the sky.

But the joys and sorrows are mostly in the world.

In the hall of the main building of Flying Eagle Castle, the atmosphere is treacherous.

The castle lord Huan Yang had already moved freely, but he didn't even glance at the corpse of the woman on the chair next to him.

The old housekeeper He Ya glanced at the castle lord's wife with complicated eyes, and he couldn't bear it, and he stopped talking again, but he was stopped by Huan Yang with cold eyes.

Huan Yang put one hand on the handle of the chair, and said in a deep voice: "Today's affairs in the lobby, no one should publicize it to the outside world, whoever dares to leak out a word, not only will the family law serve, but also affect everyone in the room, break their hands and feet, and expel all of them from Flying Eagle Castle!"

Huan Yang didn't turn his head, he just clicked the chair next to him with his fingers at random, "Madame has become ill from hard work, and she is seriously ill and cannot be cured......."

Huan Yang paused for a moment, and said coldly: "After death, the tablet will not be put into my Huan's ancestral hall......!

Everyone in the lobby was silent, not daring to question it.

The old master He Ya finally couldn't help it, stepped forward, interrupted the second half of Huan Yang's sentence, and said miserably: "Castle master, Madame is at fault, but I hope that the castle master will allow Madame to be buried in the back mountain for the sake of Mrs. Husband's husband and children and family business over the years, Castle Master, even if I He Ya begs you......"

In the end, this old steward who had done his best for the Flying Eagle Castle, and the old master who preached and solved the doubts of a group of children, couldn't cry silently.

Huan Yang was furious, slapped the handle of the chair hard, and the whole chair broke and collapsed instantly, his face was gloomy, he thought for a moment, and snorted coldly: "This matter will be discussed later!"

Huanyang, who has always been kind to people, is like a hungry eagle and hungry falcon at this moment, looking around, seeing that everyone's scalp is numb, they don't dare to look at it, and they bow their heads one after another.

"Whether the Flying Eagle Castle can survive or not, it's hard to say now, don't leave here for the time being, whoever dares to leave the gate without permission, He Ya, kill him!"

After Huan Yang put down this sentence, he left the lobby alone, went upstairs, and finally came to the place where even his father didn't know why he wanted to name it "on the balcony", a man who had never been so hard-hearted in his life, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, trying to see the result of the battle earlier, but it was a pity that the martial arts cultivation was mediocre, his eyesight was limited, and he couldn't see the slightest clue, and he could vaguely see the sea of clouds dispersing and the sword light crisscrossing it.

Huan Yang lowered his voice, gritted his teeth and said: "If that ghost baby is born, it is really as powerful as they say, and it is under the full control of my Flying Eagle Castle, it would be good!"

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The old Taoist took the three of them to escape from the Flying Eagle Castle smoothly, and drilled all the way to the depths of the mountains in the north.

Not to mention the three young people who survived the catastrophe, even the old Taoist himself felt unimaginable.

For a while, the four of them were a little like they were in a different world.

Standing on the hillside, Huan Chang suddenly said, "I want to go back." ”

The sloppy old man nodded secretly, with this thought, and did not talk about whether it was naïve or not, there was hope to help the Huan family regain its strength in the future.

If he only cares about burying his head and fleeing in a hurry, the old man will not look down on the woman Huan Shu, but he will look down on the grandson of the old brother Huan.

The original sea of clouds that was as black as ink has dispersed, although it is still difficult to say that the Flying Eagle Castle has escaped from the dead, but it is a good omen.

The old Taoist raised his eyes and took a cursory look at the weather with the mountain gate method, and the rich yin qi in the Flying Eagle Fort almost dissipated.

So he said to comfort Huan Chang, "Don't be in a hurry to go back, now the general trend seems to have turned to our side, and you must not make any extraneous branches at this time." ”

Huan Chang clenched the handle of the knife at his waist, the green tendons on the back of his hand burst out, and said sullenly: "My parents are still in danger, but I have to stand by as a son, not a son of man!"

The old man smiled dumbly, without impatience, and patiently explained: "Fearless sacrifice is not real courage, Huan Chang, to be a man like your grandfather, only when there is really no way to retreat, where the righteousness lies, do the feat of splitting the statue of the spirit official with a knife! This courage and courage is not the courage of a horseman, not to die in vain. ”

Huan Chang nodded silently.

This young martial artist who is pinned on by the family is not a bull horn in the end, if he is not broad-minded, as the next castle master of Flying Eagle Castle, he will not be able to tolerate Tao Xieyang, a foreign surname who is thriving in Flying Eagle Castle.

Huan Shu gently tugged at Huan Chang's sleeve.

Huan Chang looked up and smiled, "I'm fine, don't worry." ”

The old man was somewhat relieved.

Only in this way can there be a taste.

The young Taoist priest Huang Shang muttered, "Master, can those two outsiders really kill that demon in the sky?"

The old Taoist couldn't cry or laugh, and sighed: "If you have the ability to arrange such a big game, reverse the luck of a hundred miles of feng shui, it is very likely that it is a big devil in the Jindan realm, that technique of moving mountains, not to mention the master and me, that is, your master who is a genius, when he is at the peak of cultivation, he can't do anything, those two young people, if they can drive away the strong enemy, it is already a blessing, and there is no need to hope to succeed in killing the enemy." ”

Out of danger, the old man's tense heartstrings were loosened, and he suddenly looked depressed.

The old Taoist leaned against a big tree, "Unless it is the great monk of the Fu Ping Sect who arrives when he hears the news, and he must be of no lower rank, it will be difficult to stop the demon Dao giant who controls the sea of clouds." ”

The faces of the three were heavy, Huan Shu bit her lip, and her mood was particularly complicated.

My father and mother are still in trouble, and there is a fool outside the ancestral hall who is willing to wait for death.

Even if he and his brother survive, they still have a bleak future, and Huan Shu really doesn't know where to go.

Huang Shang's expression was gloomy.

After several years of hard cultivation, I didn't dare to slack off for a moment, I thought that I had already achieved a small Taoism, and I met mountains and rivers, but I thought that I almost lost my life just in this paradise-like Flying Eagle Castle.

The old man broke this dull atmosphere, and after taking a big breath, he smiled, "But don't worry, as long as the devil returns this time, it will definitely still attract the attention of the Fu Ping Sect, and the demon will never dare to make waves again within a hundred years, and the Fu Ping Sect has two immortals who have become Taoist couples, once they are annoyed, it will be easy for anyone to go down the mountain to kill the demon head!"

The old man seemed to be still puzzled, made a gesture of turning his hand, and said with an accentuated smile: "It's as easy as a hand!"

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Outside the ancestral hall, Tao Xieyang was worried.

But it's not that I'm worried that Eagle Castle will become a purgatory on earth.

Instead, he was worried that the ancestor of the family who threw him here when he was young would suffer too much damage in this battle, so that he could not grow step by step into the first person of the Agarwood Country Grandmaster.

He wants to take the beauty he likes into his arms, and he really likes Huan Shu, who he watched from a little girl to a girl, and then into a curvaceous woman.

Beauty, he wants. Jianghu, he wants it too.

I can't say that I will have the opportunity to go to the top of the mountain to see the scenery in the future.

Occasionally, a few times under the pretense of traveling for the Huan family, he met with the ancestor in private, and the ancestor once taught him that as long as it is something he likes, he should grasp it in his own hands, and if he can't catch it, he either don't think about it at all, or destroy it directly.

Tao Xieyang thought so.

There was no one around, Tao Xieyang, who took off his mask, looked uncertain, put away his messy mood, and finally felt that the pair of stone lions that had long been useless were in the way of his eyes, and he slashed down with two knives, splitting the two stone lions in half, and fell to the ground with a bang.

After venting his frustration, the young man immediately woke up to the fact that this matter was not done well, once the ancestor failed in his plan, he had to retreat to the old nest to recuperate, and his angry behavior was easy to show clues, and the damn old guy saw something, so the thoughtful Tao Xieyang walked forward quickly, with the handle of the pure true qi, and knocked the stone lion statue that fell to the ground little by little.

Then he walked quickly to the main building of the Flying Eagle Castle, and slapped his palm on the chest halfway, causing blood to splash his mouth before stopping.

The mountain is dangerous, and the wind is easy to fall. The rivers and lakes are treacherous, and the boat is easy to capsize.

The ups and downs of people's hearts are the most difficult to settle.

Determined and sincere, how difficult it is.