Chen Nannan was so frightened that she took a few steps back, trying to escape from here, but found that the mountain road she came from had disappeared, and there were steep cliffs all around.

She didn't beg for mercy or question Pan Luqing, just because these actions seemed ridiculous and meaningless.

Maybe it was the last moment of her life, and all Chen Nannan kept thinking about in her heart was the green tung tree in Nanxia Town, and her father and mother in the half-old courtyard.

Thinking about it, the rapid heartbeat gradually stabilized.

On the other side, Pan Luqing got the method of changing bones and was overjoyed.

The red light of the morning glow hit the mountainside, casting a hazy warm light on him.

Chen Nannan looked into the distance, her eyes were calm, and the fourteen-year-old girl was ready to die.

It's still that miserable way of dying.

She heard Pan Luqing's smug laughter and approached step by step.

The sudden inability to move her body was a familiar feeling that had happened countless times in the past eight years.

"Apprentice, I'm sorry, if you want to blame it, it's not good for your life. ”

The coldness instantly hit her whole body, and although Chen Nannan couldn't move, she was shivering with cold in her bones.

This contradiction of movement and stillness lasts for about a stick of incense, and then the pain of bonelessness is followed.

The pain was like someone pulling a bone out of the body, separating it from flesh.

Chen Nannan couldn't wait to pass out, but she was extremely conscious.

The sound of the wind blowing over the mountainside in his ears, Pan Luqing's laughter, and the sound of long, non-stop bone pain.

Just when she thought it would be about a lifetime, the pain came to an abrupt end.

A green shirt came from the east, and the morning sun of early autumn jumped behind him, and the sunlight was too dazzling for people to see his appearance clearly.

Chen Nannan heard the melodious sound of the jade flute, turned and listened, and the pain in her body was gradually smoothed out.

"Evil cultivators, so bold, dare to make trouble in my Ten Thousand Demon Mountains. ”

Pan Luqing knelt on the ground, the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood, and his expression was terrified, "The seniors are merciful, this woman is a natural demon bone, and the younger generation is willing to share it with the seniors." ”

Chen Nannan, who had just recovered her strength, shuddered, and her eyes were painful and desperate.

"Hmph!" the clothes of the person who came did not move, but Pan Luqing was injured again, and the blood in his mouth could not stop flowing.

"The real person has lived in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains for a hundred years and has killed countless people, but this kind of little baby disdains to do it. ”

Chen Nannan's heart fell back into her stomach all of a sudden, and for some reason the person was obviously facing away, but she had no reason to believe it.

"Dare to ask who the predecessor is?" Pan Luqing still did not give up, how could there be a monk in this world who was not moved by the treasure, but he was just hiding it deeply.

"There is no end to you. ”

Pan Luqing stood up suddenly and shouted, "You...... Are you the king?"

The visitor calmly replied, "Not bad." ”

"Huh... Ha ha. Pan Luqing stumbled a few steps, his expression was complicated, and he said nonsense, "It turned out to be Jun Wuyan, it was really a bamboo basket to draw water, only a moment, a moment." ”

Later, he knelt down in front of the stone statue and mourned repeatedly, "Senior Zhong, please save me, save me." ”

The statue remained unmoved, as if it were just an ordinary stone statue.

"Needless to say, let's stop here. Jun Wuya spoke without any waves, and the jade flute in his hand turned into a sword and stabbed out, and Pan Luqing struggled a few times before falling to the ground.

Chen Nannan couldn't react at once, and the nightmare that had enveloped her for eight years was suddenly shattered.

Shattered so easily, silently, is this mana?

Before she could calm down, Jun Wuya turned around, revealing a stunning appearance.

The jade face is condensed, the eyebrows are like the edge of a sword, the eyes are clear and arrogant, and there are a pair of thin lips under the erect nose.

Jun Wuya hooked his lips and smiled, making the long hair on his forehead a little more graceful.

is like a jade, Lang Yan is unique.

"What's your name?"

"I don't remember, my surname is Chen, and my family calls me Nannan. ”

"Do you want to go home?"

Chen Nannan hesitated, she naturally wanted to go home, in the eight years she followed Pan Luqing, she wanted to go home every moment.

It's just that I've seen the magic of the cultivation world, but now I'm not reconciled, and I still have such a qualification to defy the sky.

"I want to cultivate demons. ”

Jun Wuya was not surprised, "In that case, you can follow me." ”

Chen Nannan's eyes lit up, "Really? Thank you seniors." ”

Jun Wuya smiled slightly, "There are many sects in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains, and I am an elder of the Demon Yuan Sect, and I have cultivated as a golden pill. With your qualifications, it is more than enough to be an inner disciple, and if you want to, you can worship under my disciple. ”

Chen Nannan hesitated for a moment, and everything was like a dream.

One moment she shouted Master Pan Luqing, but the next moment she almost died.

Between master and apprentice, is there really righteousness?

Jun Wuya didn't urge, just looked at her gently, looking unconcerned.

Chen Nannan saw a touch of mountain wind blowing his broken hair, and his green shirt swayed, which was more reassuring than the color of the town in his memory.

"Apprentice to meet Master. ”

"Get up. Jun Wuya raised his hand, and Chen Nannan was helped up by an invisible force.

"When you have entered my door, you shall no longer call your name. Cultivators have thousands of mountains and rivers, just to taste eternal life. Yue, at the beginning of Hongmeng, the peerless god Zhuer. From now on, you will be called Qianyue. ”

"Qianyue... Thank you, Master. The girl smiled, and the sky brightened.

—————————————————— (not too lonely dividing line)

The demon cultivator died, dozens of young children returned home safely, and there was joy in Wenyang City.

Qianyue and his entourage took advantage of the rising sun and left the city full of aura.

Before leaving, she gave Mo Anping a copy of the "Entering the Tao Sutra".

This book is a common method for Taoism, and for the Yang family, it is not a family tradition.

As for whether Mo Anping has a spiritual root or not, whether he can cultivate or not, it has nothing to do with her.

Chance has always been unpredictable.

The wind is clear and the clouds are quiet, the paper crane transformed by the talisman is vivid, and the shadow covered by the feathers can be seen on closer inspection.

After leaving the city, Qianyue rubbed Yang Chiyu with a flying talisman again.

Xu is that the other party has not yet recovered from the matter of demon cultivation, and there is no sneer in the past when he takes out the talisman.

Qianyue was naturally happy to be quiet, flying low and far away, letting the coolness of early spring sweep over her ears.

"Sister Qianyue, it turns out that your fighting skills are so powerful! No wonder he rarely comes to Shushan Academy to mess with us, and he actually hides and cultivates alone. ”

With less weight than one person, Yang Chijun flew very flexibly.

Qianyue looked ahead, not wanting to deal with him.

When she went back this time, she knew that she had to give the two elders a speech, but she was not in the mood to deal with the others right now.

On the cliff, memories suddenly emerged, and the grief was heavy, and even after 10,000 years, it made her angry.

This world is far away from Mingyang, and I don't know if the homeland has changed, so I'm afraid the ink on the stele has already dried out, right?

Mingyang Realm is the place where she was born, and it is also a small mortal world, with beautiful scenery, it is the place where she has lived with her relatives, warm and sweet.

At the same time, it also buried the person she hated the most in her previous life.

One side is confused, and the other is full of suspicion.

Yang Chiyu's thoughts are far more far-reaching than Yang Chijun.