Rain, night rain, cold!

The ancient Longyun Mountain is like a dragon roaring in the sky, there are bursts of roars in the wind, coaxing thunder, through the lightning hideously tearing the sky, Liu Zhilang suddenly saw that an evil cloud was deceiving people with an imperceptible action. There was a faint smell in the air, and the chest was infinitely depressed, and Liu Lianlang looked at the evil cloud again. The middle is as black as ink, the edges are layers of ghost green, faintly yellow, and the whole cloud is shaped like a monster, dancing wildly with a huge ugly body, and the heart can't help but be terrified. Turning his head to look at the Master, he saw that the Master was looking at him, signaling him to stay away from the place. An ominous rush rushed to my heart, and that gaze was infinitely loving, infinitely resolute, and infinitely vicissitudes.

Suddenly, a violent wind struck, Liu Lianlang staggered to his feet, and the master's cold and arrogant voice came from his ears: "Haha, Thunderbolt Demon! You are still here, but it's a pity! You are late, I have completed the great cause of apprenticeship! You are defeated! Haha, haha······ Laughter and thunder are mixed together, like a storm crashing into a ravine, which lasts for a long time.

"Realm Tong Lao Dao, do you think that if you open the wisdom root and pass on some spells, you are the Spirit Venerable of the Cloud Realm? You mediocre talent, it's a pity that your master accepted you as a fool! Phew, don't think, I'm going to turn it into a demon, a demon······ Hahaha, hahaha······"

The miserable and terrifying roar came from the demonic evil cloud above the cliff, and with a roar, Liu Lianlang saw that his teacher was spitting blood from his mouth, and his hands were touching his chest, but he still stood stubbornly in the pouring rain, looking up at the black cloud, his eyes were cold.

Master, Master, Liu Lianlang read it over and over again in his heart, and his eyes were already full of tears. I really wanted to rush up to support my master, but obviously I didn't have that ability, but the invisible pressure of that evil cloud had made me breathless, and I really couldn't imagine how powerful that monster was.

The dark cloud writhed triumphantly, and from time to time there was a sparse whining sound. Jietong Zhenren froze his body, slowly stood up, glanced back at his beloved disciple, and then looked up at the roaring clouds, his eyes calm and determined. His hands were slowly raised to his chest, his palms intertwined, and his mouth was chanting. At first, the sound was small, but then it became louder and louder, like the sound of a bell platoon, resounding through the sky. The evil black cloud seemed to hesitate for a moment, faintly converging, peeping, and analyzing.

At this time, Jietong Zhenren's figure was upright, standing proudly, and his body was surrounded by a faint layer of silver at some point, and the silver was constantly thickening, and the figure of Jietong Zhenren also began to rotate, his eyes were slightly closed, and his hands flew quickly. I only heard the crackling sound of my fingertips, and the silver blossom turned into countless silver wonders, clear and bright, and after a good whirl around the body, they gathered in the place where the real people of the world were clear, jumping and rising, and suddenly turned into countless silver dragons, the dragons roared in bursts, and the light was dazzling. Countless silver dragons shot at the black cloud above like ten thousand sharp swords.

"Wanlong Silver Flower Mantra! Haha, the world is old, I can't imagine that you still have such ability, it's really rare. It's a pity that your mana is too weak, even if you break the primordial god to urge, you can't help me. At this time, the black cloud suddenly condensed into a human form, with a miserable black and purple face, and eyes like holes, dark and miserable. A hideous mouth of ghost green evil, as if dripping greedy saliva. The whole body kept shaking, and when I looked closely, there were countless hands on my body, each holding a giant red stick. All hands danced wildly, holding strange horns, and smashed at the ten thousand silver dragons in unison. Suddenly, the ink clouds rolled wildly, lightning and thunder, the sky was red, and after a burst of landslides and cracks, the Jietong True Man and the Thunderbolt Xuan Demon shot away from the distance in both directions, disappearing into the darkness, and the terrifying screams of the two could be heard in the valley in the distance.

After a long time, everything was quiet, only the sound of rushing rain in his ears, looking at the flood rushing from the cliff to the valley, Liu Lianlang suddenly felt that everything was a nightmare, the cliff learned, inexplicably joined the teacher, the evil black cloud, is this real or in a dream? gusts of mountain wind blew, suddenly a cold war, his eyes were sent to the boundless darkness, and he secretly said in his heart, this is not a dream, it is real. That Taoist priest, his mentor just fought with a devil, and now he is a person. Suddenly I remembered the heart-rending scream in my consciousness, and my heart hurt!

Raising his head suddenly, Liu Lianlang couldn't help but be overjoyed, there were two figures standing proudly in the sky, a silver light cluster around his body, silver clothes were bulging, his beard was fluttering, the dust was swaying slightly, his eyes were cold, like a sharp sword shooting at a black figure opposite. Liu Lianlang looked at it intently, the black figure was tight-fitted, and the red neon robe was draped on his shoulders, trembling with the wind. The gaze is as cold as it is, and there is an extra layer of evil.

"Master!" Liu Lianlang couldn't help but shout, but the real person in the High Sky Realm was motionless, his eyes kept staring at the Thunderbolt Demon opposite, and he didn't move at all. And the Thunderbolt Demon also stared at the real person of the realm, silent. In this way, looking at each other indifferently, time passed minute by minute, Liu Zhilang's eyes turned black, but he still couldn't see any change between the two, just like two sculptures suddenly appeared in the sky.

But the two of them were not so easy, and after the first time they met, they couldn't help but be surprised. Jietong real people secretly said, it really deserves to be the Demon Venerable Messenger, it is really good, thanks to the forty percent mana just now, otherwise it would have to be hanged. The Thunderbolt Demon is also secretly not good, I can't imagine that this stinky Taoist priest is really not idle under the seabed, and he has learned such a domineering magic skill, but fortunately he has not yet practiced at home.

The two looked at each other, no one dared to rashly strike again, secretly comparing the real power, the two true forces were formless, but the power was infinite. Liu Lianlang also gradually saw the clues, only to see that the teacher and the thunderbolt demon were dozens of zhang apart, and the dark clouds in the middle kept shrinking, shaking, forced by the true force, the teacher and the thunderbolt demon were in a radius of ten zhang, and the stars were shining. It was still pouring rain. Liu Lianlang was puzzled, it was clear that the two of them were seriously injured just now, especially when the teacher gave him merits, and his true power was almost exhausted, how could he suddenly be so powerful. It seems that the method of cultivating the truth is really mysterious.

I don't know how much time has passed, the thunderbolt demon can't bear it anymore, and the crimson cloak suddenly floats in front of him, flying rapidly, and the purple light flashes violently, like a colorful glow shining through the clouds, so gorgeous. However, as it rotated, the color became darker and darker, and when the color was still deepening and almost black, it flew towards the people of the Boundary Passage with infinite power. Glancing at the flying Xuanzi cloak, a trace of lightness flashed in his eyes, only to see that the realm was really real, the dust was thrown frequently, and the faster he was thrown, a silver wall of light suddenly stood up in front of him, and the silver flower extended, grounded into the sky, and also quickly pushed towards the thunderbolt Xuandemon. At the moment when the Xuanzi cloak and the silver wall were about to collide, the silver wall suddenly turned into countless snowflake blades swirling in the sky, stabbing at the Xuanzi cloak.

"Huh!" suddenly came the surprised voice of the thunderbolt demon in the air. Immediately, the Xuanzi cloak suddenly turned into Dao Xuanzi brilliance, and after a crackling sound, it disappeared. Looking at the Thunderbolt Demon again, the purple cloak was draped over his shoulders again, but his figure retreated dozens of feet. Here, the real person in the world sees that this trick can't be done. Turning the momentum of the dust wall, the palms of the two palms were full of twelve successes, and with the most primitive moves, he jumped up and shot at the Thunderbolt Demon, and slashed at the Thunderbolt Demon's head in unison.

The Thunderbolt Demon had no intention of retreating, and said in his heart, wanting my life, it was really delusional. Simply, the same real strength in the palms, straight to the flying palms. After a burst of coaxing, Liu Lianlang clearly saw that both of them spurted out a few mouthfuls of blood, with the aura of the two of them and the brilliance of lightning, the blood was particularly dazzling, and Liu Lianlang couldn't help but shiver again and again. Then, the Thunderbolt Demon and the Realm True Man retreated one after another, but they couldn't hold themselves back, and they both fell down the valley.

"Master!" Liu Yanlang shouted, but this time he didn't surprise him, looking at the bottomless abyss stupidly, standing in the wind and rain, looking at the endless darkness, cold, hungry and sad.