Zhu Qingshan went down the mountain and came to Liang Wangdu, he didn't know how to do it, what to do, but he knew that Shiyun was in danger, the only thing he had to do now was to rush to her side as soon as possible, as for what to do after this, he couldn't care so much, there were some cultivation materials he collected in the book bag behind him, but none of them belonged to their Shushan. Including himself, he also left the pointing objects of all the disciples of Shushan on the peak.

He did all this just not wanting to involve Shushan.

All the worldly affairs of Da Liang, as a disciple of Shushan, he can only get the order to observe and collect intelligence, and cannot intervene, unless there is an ancient demon who is causing chaos.

Therefore, even if Shi Yun was really in danger, he could only save himself, and if he let Feng Nei know, he would definitely not let him act like this.

He didn't know how to save her, and in the Great Liang Wangdu, what danger would she encounter? Could it be a strongman? If it was a strongman, Zhu Qingyi didn't know how to fight, and he didn't care about cultivating the exercises on weekdays, but that didn't mean that he didn't know those methods of fighting.

At the beginning, he came out of the hidden exit of the Human World Bridge, ran and stumbled, encountered dirt roads and difficult and rugged sections, and stumbled with one foot deep and one foot shallow, but then he thought of a "Yun Ji Dun Jia Yuan Body Sutra", his heart moved at will, his mind moved, his steps became more and more brisk, and those exercises were integrated in his mind, and with his running, they naturally blended into one.

He first stumbled along the rocky river, but soon he was able to step on the rocky faces quickly and accurately, and then he walked like a flying ground on the ground, leaving only a turbulent whirlpool of catkins and blades of grass in his pass.

He gathered the Heaven and Earth Lingqi around him, turned into a bubbling stream, and merged towards the Lingqi pond in his body, gradually expanding.

The entire Yinxiu Peak Wawu Vein knew that Zhu Qingyi only read, had no intention of cultivating, and didn't know how to fight, but those exercises and secrets that would feel mysterious to other disciples and would have bottlenecks and difficult to understand were completely clear scriptures to him.

Feeling those heaven and earth spirits entering his body, Zhu Qingshan understood that the reason why he didn't like cultivation was that he didn't like it. It was because he had already seen through the middle of the exercises at a glance, so he no longer had the need and desire to explore it himself.

It's like you know early on that path must be the right one, you don't have the mood to try and make mistakes, and you just step into that path when you need to.

Now he is like this, the heaven and earth spirit Qi into the body, the exercises are quickly integrated with himself, Zhu Qingshan feels that he is rapidly ascending.

It's just that the current rapid ascension is only caused by a temporary stimulus, and it has not stabilized, and it should be enough to deal with strongmen. But if it's not a strong man, if it's those powerful people in Liangdu, maybe there are cultivators behind them, then you have to consider using those cultivation items and magic weapons in the bookbox behind you to save Shi Yun and avoid falling into a protracted war.

Zhu Qingshan came to Sifang Street, Sifang Building was no longer able to enter at this time, there were people everywhere, Fulong Ying, the secretary of the beam, all closed the block to investigate, Zhu Qingshan traced back to the prohibition methods, his eyes were full of gold, and a looming golden line appeared in the field of vision in front of him, which has been derived from the Sifang Building to the black night.

It was the trajectory of her movement that had been recorded since the red rope on Shi Yun's hand broke.

Zhu Qingshan walked into the dark night, until he came to the burning mansion, the route of the golden thread shows that Shi Yun has come to this burning mansion, at this time, there are also guards of the big beams, Fulong Camp, Taihao League, and may even alarm Bailu Academy, Juxian Hall and other major Liang parties, Zhu Qingshan's expression is solemn, because he has felt that all this has become confusing, and there is a shocking movement hidden.

The golden thread was entangled, swirling, with some crooked arcs, extending outward from the place of fire, Zhu Qingyi followed all the way, and then the final destination of the golden thread was a Taoist temple.

The name of that Taoist temple is Xujing Temple, it is a palace of Qili Sect in Daliang, Zhu Qingyi doesn't understand why Shiyun's trace is hidden here, but no matter what, he has to go in and take a look.

A young man appeared at the door of the Taoist Academy, and the young man walked out, looked at Zhu Qingshan, and said, "Why did Daoyou peep at me, who are you?"

Zhu Qingshan said, "I'm going to go in and find someone, her name is Shiyun, I don't know if you know?"

The young man was also Zhao Dali, the fifth of the Seven Masters, Zhao Dali shook his head, "This is the lecture office of my sect, and there is no one called Shiyun." However, Your Excellency broke into my palace for no reason, and now Liang is not calm, maybe you are the troublemaker, so don't go. ”

"It just so happens that the palace here is magnificent, and I just want to go in and have a look. Zhu Qingshan grabbed the rope strap of the bookcase, the situation in front of him was not what he wanted, but now, it seemed that there was no way to retreat.

Zhu Qingyi stepped forward, his body rolled up a white vortex, and slammed towards the main entrance.

Zhao Dali was obviously a little stunned by Zhu Qingshan's speed, but his hands could still urgently unfold the magic weapon in his hand, which was a bronze shield, and the moment it collided with Zhu Qingshan, someone in the palace said, "Start the formation." ”

Outside the Void Quiet Shrine here, there is an invisible formation that unfolds, completely isolating the movement here.

Then there was a loud bang in the palace, and Zhao Dali, who was known as a wrestler, was hit by Zhu Qingshan, and smashed through the three inner walls behind him, embedded in the wall of the main hall of the palace behind him. He was still holding a bronze shield in his hand, and there was actually a shallow dent on the shield surface, if it weren't for this shield blocking the impact of Zhu Qingshan, he might have been hit by this collision.

This bronze shield is a magic weapon, has experienced the war of the four countries and thirteen states, was held by the hero king at that time, recorded in the Eastern Thursday National Chronicles, has resisted ten thousand arrows and crossbows, blocked the giant elephant charge, and also carried the thirteen pins, can smash through the city wall cannon tip thrown by the fire and thunder stone rain, after many wars, can be recorded by the history books, showing great light and preserved to this day, and then by Qilizong Zhao vigorously accepted as his own, it is no longer a mortal, and even his magic weapon shield has a dent, it is conceivable that Zhu Qingshan's collision is strong to what extent, how strong is his idea to break through into this palace？

Zhu Qingshan's shoulders are in tatters, he doesn't have too many fancy exercises, he only knows one point, between two points, the straight line is the shortest. All the exercises are nothing more than bursting out of one's own spiritual qi and one's own energy to inflict a blow on the enemy. Then he only needs to use the strength of his whole body to release it directly at the enemy.

The golden thread stretched all the way to that hall.

Shiyun is in the middle of the main hall.

It means he's going to kill from here.

......

Zhu Qingshan took out a hand crossbow from the bookcase behind him, pulled the string on the arrow, raised his hand and pulled the trigger towards a figure rushing to the right, the arrow shot out with a streamer, and the moment a person holding a fist smashed the crossbow arrow with a fist, the arrow body exploded, and countless fire trees erupted.

The tongue of fire forced the attacking dragon kui to retreat.

Zhu Qingshan took out a short knife with his hand, and at the same time pressed an arrow with his fingers, turned around and slashed at Zhao Dali, who was holding a bronze shield.

The sound of swords and shields intersecting again. Zhu Qingyi was pushed out by the shield with a knife, his toes were a little on the ground, and the crossbow arrows in his hand continued to shoot at Long Kui, exploding a flame again, stopping Long Kui's advance.

At the same time, on the side of the body, a lot of black balls shook out of the bookcase, thrown around, and after the booming sound, in this black smoke, countless figures of Zhu Qingyi stood from it.

Then clusters of flying needles shot into the black smoke, and one by one the "Zhu Qing shirts" were shattered one after another.

There was a needle box floating around Fu Xia, and those blackened flying needles went out one after another, automatically looking for "Zhu Qingshan" to destroy.

One by one, the afterimages of "Zhu Qingshan" shattered, and the figure of a "Zhu Qingshan" on the side of the temple door was shocked, and a flying needle with a palm length pierced out of his thigh, bringing out a puddle of blood.

Zhu Qingshan snorted miserably.

The silk thread in Fu Xia's hand pulled back, and the flying needle that penetrated Zhu Qingshan's thigh bone was connected with the silk thread, and immediately pulled Zhu Qingshan's forward body back to a backward and straight state, and his body slammed on the ground and dragged him backwards.

Fu Xia pinched the silk thread in his hand and quickly recovered, Zhu Qingshan's legs were dragged backwards, the dust on the ground was everywhere, he endured severe pain and threw himself towards the drag, the short knife in his hand cut the silk thread, Long Kui had already come to his side, his body was burned by a lot of flames, his face was fierce, and he kicked Zhu Qingshan's chest horizontally, kicking him out.

Zhu Qingyi smashed down a low wall, the stone bricks shattered, and blood overflowed from his mouth and nose at this time, but the next moment he disappeared from there with a bang, and he used a precious shape-shifting talisman, always in order to break through and enter the hall.

With a loud bang, Zhao Dali, who was holding a bronze shield, stood at the door of the hall, and Zhu Qingshan, who had changed his shape, was blocked by this bronze shield and smashed back to the ground.

The fire bricks paved on the ground of the palace have cracked, Zhu Qingshan is slowly standing up, Long Kui's head is shaking from side to side, and the bones of his neck are rubbing sound, he came to Zhu Qingshan, Zhu Qingshan made a move, one punch, two punches, Long Kui dodged left and right, and then kicked him off the plate, Zhu Qingshan's body flew up horizontally, and was smashed into the abdomen by Long Kui's punch, and then added a larger area of fragmentation and depression on the ground.

Zhu Qingshan wanted to grab the short knife on the ground, and his palm was stomped into the ground by the burly Long Kui, Zhu Qingshan snorted, Long Kui got up with his neckline, Zhu Qingshan's mouth was bloody, and he hit the other party's forehead headlong, and blood burst out, but it was a pity that Long Kui only had a blue forehead, and Zhu Qingshan's eyebrows were almost broken, and his bones were bloody.

Long Kui hit him with a hammer from his waist ribs, the sound of bones breaking, Zhu Qingshan spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his still intact right hand horizontal fist smashed on Long Kui's face, scraping out a few blood marks. It's impossible to be painless or itchy, but if you want to say that it actually hurts, it's insignificant.

Long Kui looked angry, his hand withdrew his neckline, Zhu Qingshan's body fell unsupported, Long Kui's shoulders sank at the same time, hitting his chest, Zhu Qingshan's body flew out lightly, dragging a trace of broken bricks on the ground. His face was covered in blood, and he couldn't make out his true face.

Blood was spurting from his throat, and many bones in his body were broken, but he was still dragging his body, his body supporting back, trying to get up.

Even Long Kui was a little embarrassed, under his repeated blows, this person actually had to hold on, could it be that he was not heavy enough to do it just now?

On the ground over there, the prince and Xi Qianqian floated down from the main hall, one left and one right, Xi Qianqian spoke, "You still have to stand up, why are you suffering?" Obviously, in this tough battle, she also felt that this scene was a little more tragic, the key was that person, their Qili Sect Qijie disciples were blocked here, he had no hope, but he still had to stand up again and again.

Fu Xia's eyes gathered, and the flying needles in his hand were shot out one after another, and Zhu Qingshan's painful hiss penetrated his limbs, and then these silk threads formed a spider web, hanging Zhu Qingshan's large font.

A voice came from inside the hall, "Why bother...... If you want to see her, let you see her. It's just that you have to be prepared. ”

The door of the hall opened, Jiang Yin walked out, and he dragged a red line in his hand, which connected the hall.

There was a voice in there, someone, slowly walked out.

Zhu Qingyi, who was hung up, had a pair of eyes stained with blood, suddenly bulging, his eyes were bloodshot, angry, unbelievable, and there was a kind of melancholy pathos.

The red thread on Jiang Yin's hand has been extended, wrapping around the hands of the woman in a red dress, but Wang Shiyun at this time, where is there still the same appearance as before.

Her eyes were blood-colored, and her previously fair and slender hands had doubled in length, with Sen Ran's bony claws at the end, and her face was covered with scars, but those narrow eyes and thin cheeks could still recognize her once beautiful appearance.

Her pupils were bright red, looking at Zhu Qingshan's appearance at this time, her eyes were full of shock and suppressed pain, she turned up her hands and claws, holding her face, tears flowed down from her eyes, and her vocal cords, which had been slightly deformed, finally came a strong and uncontrollable, tearing cry.

"Don't ...... Don't come to see me......"

"I'm sorry ......"

"I've ...... Not pretty......"

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