Before Jiexu could speak, Guang Mo's mercy beside him sneered: "You can't even fly with the sword, can you beat the big demon old ghost?" Just know to blow. ”

"Blow, put your hole flute out, and the wind can sound at all." Zhang Qianya didn't care.

The night suddenly brightened, and the poor opened his mouth wide, and the mocking words stuck in his throat as if he had been blocked by something. All the disciples of the Yunxia True Sect were staring at the same place, their eyes straight. Zhang Lingya turned around, and saw that Zhier didn't know when he piled a four-inch-high hollow mud rabbit on the ground, and took out the Qi Dye Demon Pill and placed it in it, and the red light flowed, like a lantern on the Shangyuan Festival.

"What's in the limelight?" Zhang Qianya used his foot to hit Hao Zhier's broad back and asked him to take it back.

"It's not a rare thing, it can only be used as a toy." Chiji said humbly. Hearing a little more irony and ridicule in the ears of the poor people, he rolled his eyes and showed disdain, "The thousand-year-old demon pill, there is a sword of forgiveness for the real people, what's so difficult." ”

Zhang Qianya is not a modest character, he has been repeatedly pinched by his junior brother, and he also has a sense of anger, "Everyone knows that Master's sword has not yet been unsealed, I will give it to you, you go and try to kill the demon." ”

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he blushed, and said quickly: "What do you do to me, this sword should have belonged to the fourth senior brother!" The fourth senior brother has the best swordsmanship, and Gui Tai Zhenren once said that the fourth senior brother is the only one who can inherit his swordsmanship. ”

In the warm firelight, Zhang Qianya passed many unpleasantness on Shenbai Mountain in front of his eyes, and the master had reason to convince himself when he was alive, but now that the master has passed away, many things have become more and more intolerable.

"Here you go." A white light flew to the valley at great speed, and at such a short distance, a clear and cold white lotus burst out - the lotus was sharp, the light wheel turned, each petal was cold and cold, and each petal contained murderous intent.

Kuanggu was about to admonish his junior brother, when the long sword suddenly came, his saber had a spirit, and he was provoked by a murderous aura, and "hum" came out of his hand, turning a long sword into nine short blades, stabbing into the ice lotus petal calyx. When Kuanggu turned around, "Yunhe" met the swirling sword edge of "Forgiveness" five inches in front of him, and there was a long "ding" sound, and a few white cups fell from the cracks woven by "Yunhe".

The white light was dazzling, and it was silent in an instant.

Zhang Qianya followed "Forgiveness", and tried his best to pop out in an instant, but fortunately grabbed the end of the hilt in time, and the sword of Forgiveness stopped in front of the skin of the open valley, and a few wisps of sword qi that passed through the defense cut a small wound on his cheek, oozing out two or three beads of blood.

Zhang Lingya instantly put away the sword and held it in his arms, his body trembled slightly, and his lips were unusually pale. The nine short swords of Kuanggu fell to the ground with a "dang long" in one place, and he didn't care, he still stared at Zhang Qianya, and didn't say a word in the surrounded by everyone.

All the disciples were frightened into a cold sweat, and when they saw that the valley was fine, they surrounded Zhang Qianya and accused: "Chuanxi, how can you take out your sword in vain regardless of the friendship of your fellow disciples?" If you fail to restrain yourself at the last moment, how can you go to see the ancestor of the Guitai Zhenren Sect in the future. ”

"Why are you so impatient, you can't say it right, you shouldn't ......"

"Chuanxi, say don't mix with monsters and aliens, corrupt your heart and spirit."

……

Zhang Qianya pursed his lips tightly, not making any arguments for himself, just now he was angry, he just wanted to throw the sword directly to the fourth senior brother, he had long felt that he was not worthy of the master's sword, and he didn't think about destroying the prestige of the Wilderness Valley at all, it was a spontaneous attack of "forgiveness", not him.

There are many people, and there are many voices, high and low, mixed and interspersed. The sound drowned him out like a tide, and he clung to his sword, only to feel that the scene around him was changing, and the noisy human voice was judging him, and he was facing a tall figure, smashing something on the ground, and shouting: "Give up on me!" Give up on me! I am the prince of Yuzhang Wangfu, so I don't need to learn these messy things. Don't worry about it, send this son home quickly! Just give up on me! Give up on me! ”

……

The bonfire was about to go out, no one added firewood, a gust of wind came, and the sparks swayed along the wind line, rushing to his nose, he lowered his eyebrows, and stood in the center of everyone, unable to distinguish between cold and warm.

"What are you doing?" The rough voice suppressed all the noise, Zhang Qianya only felt that it was dark in front of him, and Zhier's huge body blocked him from his peers, and he listened to Zhiji continue: "The spirit has not been grasped yet, you should accuse each other first, thanks to the immortal master of the Zhenmen Sect under the clouds, this generation of disciples is so impetuous, and the real generation is not as good as the generation." ”

The words made everyone ashamed, and just as the atmosphere fell into an embarrassing situation, there was a noise in the forest, and a petite figure quickly sprang out again, "Kuanggu Guang Mo Jie, senior brothers and sisters, it's not good, let's follow Senior Sister Qiya...... Shrewd...... Brother Yaya. ”

Zhang Qianya held the sword and didn't react, just staring at the back of Zhiji's neck in a daze. Kuanggu walked over and pressed her shoulder and said, "Don't panic, Jianxi, what's wrong with Qiya?" ”

Qiya treated the injuries of Yu Ji and others, because the clothing was uniform and conspicuous, he was sued by the followers of the Heavenly Master Dao, saying that there were pagan wizards who hurt people. They didn't want to explain, they wanted to run away directly, but they happened to bump into Fan Changsheng from Qingcheng Mountain, suppressed them, and couldn't get out. Fan Changsheng ordered the youngest Jian Xi to invite the Kuanggu and the others who were chasing the monster back to explain it.

Everyone was silent, and Guang Mo was surprised, "Dacheng Country is too good for immortality in the four seasons and eight festivals of heaven and earth?" Jian Xi nodded, and saw that not far from the cave that was taller than a person, there was a large number of pigs, which turned out to be pink jade for some reason to show its original form, "Senior brothers caught it, is it a pig essence?" ”

Kuanggu let her ignore it, and decided to take Guang Mo and a few people back to pick up Qiya, and then come here to rendezvous, leaving a few more people to look at the red seal and bite the monster tightly. Hongxi was not in a hurry, but got up to see the condition of the pink jade.

Before leaving, Kuanggu repeatedly told all the juniors: "Reiterate the rules of the head of the family when going down the mountain: do not interfere in world affairs, do not seize the opportunity to seize treasures, do not fall into each other's affairs, and the disciples under the disciples need to be diligent and knowledgeable, support each other, and achieve the same results." After saying that, the disciples also bowed. Seeing that Zhang Qianya was still in the fugue, Kuanggu shook his head and urged the flying sword to go far.

For a while, half of the disciples of the Zhenmen Sect under the clouds went, and Jiexu was stubborn and determined to stay, she glanced at Zhier, Zhang Yanya's figure was not low, and he could only show a small half of his pale forehead when he blocked him. Jiexu had to turn around, and then he saw that the man's expression was gloomy and wooden, as if he was in a depressed mood, and he didn't know how to explain it for a while.

Zhier picked up the big piece that fell on the ground and walked over and put it on Zhang Lingya's shoulder, seeing that he was still stupid and stupid, very different from his high-spirited appearance on weekdays, so he slapped him on the head, "Wake up, it's time for the Taoist priest to work." ”

Zhang Qianya rolled his eyes jerkyly, his black eyelashes trembled slightly, with a little innocent and pitiful, Zhier was stunned for a moment, and was kicked away by Zhang Lingya, "You have a fat guts, and you dare to beat Lao Tzu." Do you think Lao Tzu seems to be working casually? In the end, the desperate dilemma is when Lao Tzu appears in the finale. ”

Jie Xuan was helpless, turned around and pointed to the cloth bag and asked Wei Xi what it was, Wei Xi felt a headache, he had to hold it if he didn't take it away, this poor thing that is not dead or alive, no one is not strange, it is really the most annoying part of this matter.

Zhang Qianya was unilaterally beating Zhier, and suddenly heard Hongxi's sharp scream, Hongxi usually talks little and reserved, and when she rarely has a loud voice, this cry makes everyone's teeth and eyes swell to look at where she is pointing.

The huge family pig is about 900 catties, with a wide face and big ears, twitching and calling for help, its limbs are stuck in the ground but it seems to be stuck in a swamp, unable to move a bit, only its body is thrashing towards everyone. It shook its body rapidly, and finally broke free before the crowd could gather around it—a huge pig's head flew out with a large piece of flat, shaky flesh, and its curly tail could still be seen.

Zhang Lingya took a flash to block the frightened red seal, and walked to the half of the pig body of the pink jade by the wrist, the pink jade arched its mouth and enlarged, and there was only fear in the round eyes, it couldn't speak. After the flesh trembled for a while, a large pool of thick plasma was squeezed out, and the pink jade stopped moving, and the strong smell of blood spread.

The disciples of the True Sect summoned their long swords and pointed them all at the red seal, and the red seal shook his head in horror, but the boy and the pink jade both began to disappear after touching her, and the pink jade was not unable to move, but there was no body to move at all, and there was only a layer of skin left in her body, and the flesh and bones inside had already been melted into plasma by something.

Zhang Lingya held the red seal, opened a way, and smoked an arm-thick firewood in the fire pit that Mo Ruyi was guarding, "Come on, take a look at this." The people followed him to the entrance of the cave, and there was a semicircle in the distance, and in the light of the fire, there was a piece of soil of a different color from the side, with three points of yellow and five points of ochre, which was swelling and wriggling slightly.

"What is this?" Someone asked with disgust, but no one answered. Weixi stabbed her sword into it, and the others stabbed in and stirred it up.

The tip of the sword is very light and touches the ground very quickly, and this piece of soil should not weigh much. But everyone felt that it seemed to be several inches deep, and vaguely saw that under the flesh-colored film, a hideous-looking pig's head was biting a headless pig body, attacking the heavy skin and flesh, all of which had an inexplicable cold.

Zhang Qianya asked Hongxi, "Demons and monsters, this is not even a monster, what is it?" His tone was still sparse and there was no accusation, but Hongxi shook into chaff and said that she didn't do it, and she didn't know anything.

"In addition to demons and monsters, there are also evil and transformation, this thing may be regarded as evil." When Zhang Qianya heard this, his eyes crossed the heads of a circle of people, and he saw Zhiji standing outside the circle of people, looking at this place by his height, so he asked: "Say it, how do you say it?" You're afraid of a ghost! Can't you get closer, a big guy like you should stand in front as a meat shield, hide behind and pretend to be a big girl. ”

Zhier only moved a little closer to Zhang Qianya meaningfully, but in fact, he was farther away from the foreign land, "This thing doesn't look like it's easy to digest the righteous Dao master, and you don't need to chew the mortal little monster with a rattle." When Hongxi heard this, he trembled even more fiercely, and he wanted to stay away from the soil. Zhang Qianya hated Zhier's eyes, and said angrily: "Talk about business!" ”

Demons and demons, demons are all things cultivated into human form, ghosts are condensed souls after death, demons are the only beings of suffering at all levels, and monsters are visions with spiritual wisdom, and they are the spirits derived from heaven and earth. Ordinary people are also easy to distinguish, Zhi Er didn't say much, and singled out the "evil" to explain: "Evil is a fierce god, it must be in the right place at the right time, and there must be human causes, people's essence and soul." Small evil, evil time, evil earth are common, but it is very difficult to generate a vicious evil thing, hence the name of the fierce god. I don't know about the side of it, but if you look at the demons and monsters, it may be evil. ”

Zhang Yanya frowned, and used his thumb to play with his soft and white earlobes, and the soft flesh turned red after three or two clicks, "Okay, when it's a." Another question, was it stabbed to death by a chaotic sword? ”

The flying swords of the disciples of the Yunxia True Sect are all washed and forged by the master himself, and they are no problem to deal with ordinary monsters. This strange earth did not do anything strange while the long sword was stirring, and there was no sign of injury, and it was crawling without moving at the moment, so quiet that it made people's hearts palpitate.

"Give it a try." Zhi Er's answer was absent-minded, looking at Zhang Yanya's small movements, and the Adam's apple unconsciously slid up and down.

"Well said." Zhang Qianya picked up the black dog from the fire, stroked its still rugged skeleton, and said softly: "Big cow, it's a matter of hands, borrow your magical dog blood." "When he slashed the front foot of the big cow with one finger, he rushed to the ochre yellow soil to urinate the urine, "The ancient recipe is a secret system to break the blood of the black dog!" As everyone watched, the crack in the big cow's foot was torn, and the spring water gushed out, watering the boss with a piece of mud. All the dirt was slowly soaked in a soak of dog blood, and there was no resistance or painful reaction from the foreign soil. Da Niu just half-opened his eyes, turned his head to look at Zhang Qianya, tilted his head, and slept soundly.

Everyone was speechless for a while, seeing that the black dog was still swollen with a round belly, and from then on they knew that the big cow was not afraid of pain, and secondly, there would be dog blood frozen every day in the future.