On this day, Zhuang Mengying brought a stool, sat in front of Cheng Qian's desk, and watched Cheng Qian write quietly.

"It looks like you have something on your mind!" Cheng Qian lowered his head and continued to write, saying with his mouth slightly open.

Zhuang Mengying was stunned when she heard this, and then said a little angrily: "You see I've been out with you for a year and a half, when did we get married, you see that I'm one in twenty, and most women are already married at this time!"

When Cheng Qian heard this, he put down the pen in his hand, glanced at her strangely and said, "So you were thinking about this." You're also old enough to get married, so I'm ready to marry you!"

"Recruit relatives!"

When Zhuang Mengying heard this, she stood up suddenly, slapped the table with her right hand, and said in shock.

"What's wrong with me falling to the ground, I threatened my parents with my life before I came out with you, I gave up everything for you, why do you still refuse to accept me, what do you want me to do?"

She was furious, and her originally beautiful appearance became extremely hideous at the moment.

"Alas, people's state of mind also varies from person to person, if it weren't for me, she might still be a simple little girl now, how about being a century-old couple with her?" Cheng Qian's eyes flashed a trace of silent guilt, looking at the woman in front of him who had become irritable, he had some pity on his face.

"I understand, I'll give you a letter to your parents tomorrow, and we'll get married next month!" Cheng Qian nodded silently, picked up the brush again, and dipped it in red cinnabar, dyeing the sky in the painting red, adding a touch of vitality.

"Really?" Zhuang Mengying, who was furious, was stunned when she heard this, and couldn't help but be surprised.

"Hmm!" Cheng Qian agreed lightly, put down the brush in his hand, and stood up with his hands back, he didn't care about Zhuang Mengying, who was still surprised, and walked out of Xuanqing calligraphy and painting.

Cheng Qian walked on the street, breathing in some noisy air. Many thoughts flashed through my heart, and I murmured: "Why haven't I seized the opportunity to transform into a god, what is a god, why can't I find my artistic conception of turning into a god?"

The world is unpredictable, originally Cheng Qian thought that the life of mortals was easy, but mortals are not easy, many seemingly trivial things can torture people breathlessly, this is his feeling in the mortal.

The years passed, time was like an arrow, and ten years passed in a blink of an eye. Today's Xuanqing calligraphy and painting is already full of people, a hot scene, and now Cheng Qian's appearance has also become a middle-aged man in his thirties, and Zhuang Mengying has also become a lot more mature, with a trace of vicissitudes on his face, but his complexion is not as ruddy as it was at the beginning, and he looks a little pale and haggard.

"Shopkeeper, what kind of monster this painting is, although it is a little more vicious. But it still looks a bit of a king!" a young man, looking at a gloomy painting hanging on the wall, his face showing a hint of admiration.

In the painting, black smoke billowed and white bones were on the ground. Stepping on a fierce beast on the white bones, but it is not angry and arrogant, with a proud appearance of the sky, this beast is four-legged. The mouth spits fangs and there are a few eyeballs on the forehead.

"In the painting, it is a kind of fierce beast. The personality is extremely insidious and mixed, and it does not belong to the category of kings, but it is condescending all day long, and it will develop a kingly momentum, which is daunting!" Cheng Qian walked to the painting and explained to the young man.

"How many silver taels is this painting, boy!" The man was stunned when he heard this, and he couldn't help but like this picture even more.

Cheng Qian saw that he had misunderstood the meaning of this painting, so he didn't ask, but said: "Han Zhu Tu, daughter!"

"It's worth it! Look at its majesty, it should be able to help me seek power!" The young man did not hesitate at all, took out a stack of silver tickets from his waist, stuffed it into Cheng Qian's hand, and stepped forward to take off the Han Qi diagram, and then walked out of the Xuanqing calligraphy and painting beautifully.

Cheng Qian looked at his departing back, his expression couldn't help but be a little darker, and he shook his head and said, "I hope you don't go astray!"

"Did you sell another painting?" At this time, Zhuang Mengying, looking a little haggard, walked over and asked.

"Well, don't be busy during this time, take a good rest and recover from your illness!" Cheng Qian looked at her with pity on his face and said, he couldn't help but reach out and stroke her forehead.

"It's okay, my own body knows by myself, you see that we have been married for ten years, and there is no news from our stomachs, do I think I want to find a doctor?" Zhuang Mengying touched his stomach, his face was full of disappointment and said.

"There is no urgency in this matter, you can cure the disease first. Cheng Qian's eyes flashed with a trace of guilt and said, in fact, it was extremely difficult to agree to marry her, he never made a choice about having a child, because he didn't dare, he was an immortal cultivator, he would face blood and rain in the future, and he didn't want to bring regrets to their mother and son.

"Hmm!" Zhuang Mengying agreed obediently, hugged Cheng Qian, and then went back to the room to rest.

Another year has passed in a blink of an eye, Zhuang Mengying's health is getting worse and worse, his face is even paler, Cheng Qian is only concerned about it, he does not use mana to heal it, watching his wife decline day by day, he is also quite depressed in his heart.

On this day, a monk wearing a robe and looking like a high-ranking monk stepped into the Xuanqing calligraphy and painting.

"Amitabha!" As soon as the monk entered the Xuanqing calligraphy and painting, he felt an evil aura coming to his nose, which made him hurriedly fold his hands and shout the Buddha's name.

"The donor's shop, although there is an aura surrounding, but there is a faint evil aura, the so-called phase is born from the heart, this evil aura should be generated by the donor!" The monk's cloudy old eyes calmly glanced at Cheng Qian, who was painting, and couldn't help but say.

Cheng Qian, who originally didn't ask anything, couldn't help but move in his heart when he heard this, and hurriedly put down the pen and ink in his hand, looked at the monk is eyes flashed, and quickly stood up: "Master, please sit!"

"It's okay!" The senior monk shook his head, and then spoke again: "The poor monk's name is Zhikong, and today I passed through the red leaf town and saw that this place is full of supernatural light, so I came to visit!"

"It turned out to be Master Zhikong, this place is not a place for chatting, wait for me to ask the insiders to prepare the food, and then talk about the scriptures!" Cheng Qian heard this, his eyes flashed, and he felt that this high monk was not very human. I can't help but feel the meaning of friendship in my heart.

"It doesn't have to be like this, the donor has distracting thoughts and can't concentrate, the poor monk is here to dissolve the distracting thoughts in the donor's heart!" Zhikong shook his head, as if he didn't mean to be a guest but said so.

"Master, please speak, listen to me!" Cheng Qian said respectfully.

"Well, you have a demon in your heart, this is a mental barrier, no self, no one. Those who have no appearance of sentient beings and no longevity can dispel the demons in their hearts. But the donor is trapped by love, from love to worry, from love to fear, if you put aside the fear, into an ordinary person, can be affectionate for a long time, but you have a lot of distracting thoughts in your heart. It's really difficult to comprehend the artistic conception!" Master Zhikong slowly said some Buddhist texts, and the spiritual power around him also underwent earth-shaking changes, turning into a Buddha power that was not weaker than the spiritual power just now.

Cheng Qian listened to the other party's words. Gradually fell into contemplation, Zhikong did not speak again, but glanced at Cheng Qian, who was still pondering, and gradually disappeared into the Xuanqing calligraphy and painting!

After a cup of tea. Cheng Qian gradually came to his senses, and couldn't help shouting: "I understand! Everything in the world is an incarnation. The heart does not change, everything does not change, the heart does not move, everything does not move!"

At the moment when Cheng Qian understood, an inexplicable alarm in his heart abounded, which made his heart froze, his face changed slightly, and his figure flickered directly into Zhuang Mengying's room.

I saw Zhuang Mengying's anger like a gossamer, lying on the bed sickly, with a dead gray color on his forehead, which was a sign before he died!

"Lady, my husband understands, my husband understands everything, why don't you wait for me, my life is made by myself, but I missed the time I made myself, I am an immortal cultivator, I should have changed my life against the sky, why would I wait to go with the flow, I hurt you!"

As soon as Cheng Qian entered the door, he saw Zhuang Mengying's appearance at the moment, his face was all over his back, and a dark aura gradually diffused out of his body.

"Xianggong! I ...... No more. Zhuang Mengying felt Cheng Qian coming in, took his last breath, finished the last sentence, and died!

"No! I can't become a god for the rest of my life without you!"

Cheng Qian's eyes widened, watching Zhuang Mengying die of anger, and the whole person instantly fell into madness, I can't let you die! I want you to live, you have to live!

Cheng Qian, who was close to madness, the mana that had been closed in his body for a long time rose to the sky like a flood, filling all his meridians in an instant, he came to the bed without saying a word, raised his hand and pressed five fingers directly, directly on the forehead of the gradually cooling corpse, as if sensing something.

"The soul is gone!" Cheng Qian's face turned hideous, and a huge divine sense rushed into Zhuang Mengying's body, shattering her body to pieces, but she couldn't find her soul!

He was mad! There was no pity on his face, and he watched his wife's body, crushed by his divine sense, and he was indifferent.

"Where!"

Cheng Qian looked around frantically, and his eyes suddenly flashed with colorful lights, only to see that out of the corner of the room, four or five thin ghosts were pulling almost transparent iron chains, binding Zhuang Mengying's soul, and they were about to drag them into the abyss black hole underground.

"Imp of the underworld, how dare you take away my wife's soul!"

Cheng Qian suddenly snorted coldly, raised his hand and waved it, and a black and fierce sword qi flew towards the little ghost.

"Human realm monk, you dare to obstruct reincarnation!" A few little ghosts who were lying on the ground, seeing that Cheng Qian could see their figures, couldn't help but be stunned, and when they saw the sword qi roaring, they all said in horror.

Cheng Qian didn't pay attention to it at all, and he didn't withdraw his sword qi, that sword qi was extremely weird, it was full of dark evil qi, there was no other breath, and the sword qi was full of resentment.

"Puff puff!"

Under a series of muffled sounds, a few little ghosts, under Cheng Qian's mutated sword qi, did not resist at all, and they were wiped out in one slash.

Cheng Qian's eyes looked at him painfully, with a dazed look on his wife's soul, and his eyes were full of sadness: "I will resurrect you, I will recast your body for you, and I will let you live with heaven and earth!"

Zhuang Mengying's soul didn't seem to be sane, and she couldn't understand Cheng Qian's words at all, and she still looked at Cheng Qian blankly without any expression.

Cheng Qian glanced at it painfully, and with a shake of his robe, he took Zhuang Mengying's soul into his body and sealed it into his Purple Mansion.

"Two souls and six spirits!"

After Cheng Qian's divine sense carefully sensed the soul sealed in his body, his face became even more hideous, and he immediately approached the crazy whole body spiritual pressure widened, and the entire store collapsed in an instant.

At the same time, a ray of ghost light disappeared into the abyssal black hole just now, and almost at the same time, the abyssal black hole disappeared!

"Underworld, Cheng is here!"

A storm rose from the Red Leaf Town. Then there was a burst of earth-shaking words, and then Jing Hong galloped in the direction of Yunzhou, and the place he was going to was Shenlong Stream, where there was a passage to the underworld!

Cheng Qian galloped all the way, and flew down so swaggeringly, attracting the peeps of many witch clans.

At this moment, in Jinglei, Zhangzhou, a place that was originally a sect of cultivating immortals, gathered countless people from the Wu clan.

"Report to Wu Zhu, eight thousand miles away, I found traces of immortal cultivators. Flying to Yunzhou with great swagger, I'm afraid that the person who goes will not be good!" A thin Wu clan, kneeling in the main hall, said to an elderly man.

"How is this person's cultivation!" the old man's expression moved, and he immediately asked.

"This ...... The Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant Period!" The thin little Wu Clan couldn't help but hesitate when he heard this, but still spoke.

"Yuan Infant Great Perfection!" Hearing this, the old man's face couldn't help but change, and he immediately said gloomily: "Inform all tribes, no matter what purpose the other party has." Intercept it with all your might!"

As the news spread, the entire Wu clan army in Zhangzhou was shaken, a Yuan Infant Great Perfection monk, but the existence of the peak of the human world. In their cognition, such a monk has already been wiped out by the Wu clan, why there is a peak being, although this makes them puzzled. But almost all the Wu tribes in Zhangzhou were mobilized.

The undercurrent of the entire Zhangzhou Wu Clan was surging, and it also attracted the attention of immortal cultivators from all sides. I don't know why, but as long as it's not aimed at them, he's just watching from the sidelines.

A week later, in a mountain range that stretches for hundreds of miles, there are more than 10,000 Wu clan armies, all of whom have received the news and come to intercept the Terran monks, although the other party is only one person, but it is the pinnacle of the human world.

Soon, thousands of miles away in the mountains, a lightning gallop came, and around this shock, there was a red evil qi, if the monk used his divine sense to check it, he would definitely be shocked how terrifying this evil qi barrier was.

"It's coming!

When the Wu army saw the flying of the Thunderbolt, they immediately became fully alert, and for a while almost all the people were ready to go.

At this moment, Cheng Qian's whole body exuded a cold aura, and his whole body was extremely cold, although he was flying high in the air, the air around him seemed to have frozen, and his eyes became red, as if a demon god had descended, and the anger was soaring.

Suddenly, in the mountain range directly in front of him, hundreds of gray beams of light, with majestic spiritual pressure, attacked Cheng Qian.

Seeing this, Cheng Qian just sneered, glanced at it with a cold gaze, the blue light flashed in his hand, and the Heavenly Evil Divine Sword appeared, and almost at the same time, the cyan spirit patterns on his body surged up, and all the heaven and earth spiritual qi in a radius of thousands of feet was sucked into his body, and the sword light in his hand waved.

A rushing spirit pressure came out of his palm, and a huge sword light from the sky, with a roaring sound of breaking through the air, slashed towards the entire mountain.

"Boom!"

With an earth-shattering bang, hundreds of gray beams of light were scattered and destroyed by the powerful coercion of the sword qi at this moment, and the remnants of the Yuan Sword Slash were undiminished, and they fell fiercely on the mountain.

Suddenly, a strange scene appeared, and the entire mountain range suddenly turned blue, but with a flash, it turned into powder.

A sword to level the mountain!

The tens of thousands of Wu army hidden in the mountains were almost wiped out in one face.

"Who dares to stop me!

After a sword, Cheng Qian's cold and ruthless voice spread all over the radius.

Those witch clans hidden in the mountains are just witch envoys who have cultivated underground, and they think that even though Cheng Qian is at the peak of the late Yuan Infant period, there will always be a moment when his mana is exhausted, and they use wheel tactics to drag him down.

However, what they never expected was that the other party wiped out the army with a single sword, which made the high-level Wu clan who was observing not far away feel shocked.

Although Cheng Qian's words were still lingering in their ears, his figure had already appeared thousands of miles away.

"How much magic power is this to be able to level the mountain with one sword?" The high-level witch clan who was hiding on the side was a little shocked, feeling that this matter was inappropriate, and feeling that the news was passed on to the great witch blessing.

As the power of Cheng Qian's sword spread, the entire Wu clan knew about it, and they sent high-level Wu clans to stop it.

At this moment, there were ten witches suspended in front of Cheng Qian, although the cultivation was not as good as Cheng Qian, but as long as they worked together and used the powerful witchcraft, even if he was the peak of the late Yuan Infant, it was impossible to stop it.

"Cheng Mou said, those who stand in my way die!" Cheng Qian looked at Wu Zhu in front of him coldly, and said lightly, and the Heavenly Evil Divine Sword in his hand did not hesitate to attack.

Under one look, before the ten witches could launch a witchcraft attack, they were killed by the Heavenly Evil God Might.

After killing tens of thousands of Wu clans in a row, the evil aura wrapped in Cheng Qian's body has become more and more condensed, and he himself seems to know that he is a little uncomfortable, so he can't help but quickly control the retreat, and read a certain Buddhist text with words in his mouth: "There is no self, no one, no sentient beings, no longevity, each is born from the heart!"

However, after he just finished reading this sentence, his rapidly galloping body suddenly slammed into the air, and a dazzling black beam of light rose from his body, instantly covering the sky and the sun, and the entire sky was somewhat darkened, and among the nine demon veins in his body, there was another day of demon veins full of dark aura. (To be continued......)