The illusions retreated, and the moment the black dragon appeared, Bian Ya suddenly opened her eyes, a white light emitted from her eyebrows, and her pretty face was terrified. This panic stemmed from the blood veins in her body, sensing that the true body of the black dragon was close at hand, almost boiling, and even the yang lock was also agitated, and she lost control.

Pan Chengnian stretched out his hand and pressed it, the yang lock rushed left and right, and he couldn't leave the square inch of land, he whispered the spell, the flying shuttle flew out of the fish's mouth, and fell straight into his palm, the yang lock lost the key oy, only instinctively struggled and twisted, Bian Ci settled down, urged the "concentric gong", manipulated the girl to pinch the magic trick, and put the yang lock back into the body.

The two sisters have similar appearances, Bian Ya moves with Bian Ci's gestures, but she seems to be a marionette subject to the puppeteer, and has no consciousness of her own.

Pan Chengnian didn't care about the two of them, just stared at Wei Qiqi to see how he controlled the Yin Lock.

The true dragon breath made him a little jealous, the yin lock was about to move, the Zangxue Sword Pill was out of control again, Wei Qiqi did not hesitate, reached out and slapped it on the lower abdomen, and ingested the sword pill into the palm of his hand, clenching it in his fist, not allowing it to escape. Yin lock swam inside him, rushing out of his throat, Wei Qiqi opened his mouth to bite the fishtail, his teeth clucked, and he would never let it out.

Yin Suo seemed to sense his determination and gave up struggling, and Wei Qiqi reached out and pressed it on the fish's mouth, swallowing it back into his stomach.

Pan Chengnian laughed, Wei Qiqi gave him a great surprise, my Ziyang's vision is not bad, this kind of character is not rare in Liantao Mountain.

Sheng Jingwei's eyes flickered, quite surprised, this pair of fish-shaped ancient locks obviously had a great origin, why did they fall into the hands of the Kunlun Sect and the Taiyi Sect respectively? What is the idea of the head of the sect? After thinking about it, he couldn't help but laugh dumbly, his life was in danger, how could he have the leisure to worry about this!

Pan Chengnian restrained his smile, lowered his head, looked at the huge body of the black dragon, and couldn't make up his mind. The combination of mountains and rivers and the vitality lock of yin and yang, although it can cause great damage to the heavenly demons, but in case things are not harmonious, the black dragon wakes up from its slumber, and this vicious battle is more than auspicious. But if he let him go gently, just as he didn't know, Sheng Jingwei might not be willing to obey the order, and forcibly subdued him, which killed him.

After hesitating for a moment, Pan Chengnian said to Sheng Jingwei: "You still have to give it a try?"

Sheng Jingwei said categorically: "Yes, there is no big deal except death." ”

"Okay, I won't stop you, you stay, a person, life or death, good or bad, resigned to fate. ”

Sheng Jingwei gritted his teeth and said, "Thank you, master......"

Pan Chengnian flicked his sleeves and was about to leave, when he suddenly stopped, frowned and looked at one place, and shouted in a low voice: "Who is it?"

Sheng Jingwei was taken aback, and hurriedly looked up, but saw that in the darkness, a person stepped on the torso of the black dragon and walked slowly to the light, people are not like people and ghosts, their eyes are lit with two blue fires, the flesh and blood on their faces are blurred, revealing phosphorus and phosphorus white bones, they can't distinguish the appearance, their bodies are festering, and their skin and flesh are draped on the white bones, looking like a living dead who has just crawled out of the grave.

"Who is it, broken, illusion?" he "giggled" and turned his head and neck, looked at it one by one, and finally stared at Pan Chengnian, grinning and revealing a few scorched and blackened teeth, "Is that you?"

He didn't seem to have spoken for a long time, his tongue was not very flexible, a few words jumped out, and his voice sounded very strange.

Pan Chengnian bowed slightly, and asked rhetorically, "Who is Your Excellency?"

"Your Excellency, hehe, junior boy, rude!"

When he was talking, the violent demonic qi erupted from his body, and retracted suddenly, I don't know how many times stronger, Sheng Jingwei's heart jumped suddenly, surprised and delighted, this is clearly the characteristics of demonic qi cutting hair and washing the marrow, Daigo empowerment, it will never be wrong.

Pan Chengnian sighed and said: "Shemales have different paths, and they use demonic qi to refine their bodies, do you want to become such a ghost?"

Sheng Jingwei's heart sank, the meaning of the master's words was clearly revealed, the lessons of the previous car were not far away, if he insisted on going his own way, the person in front of him would be his end. He smiled bitterly: "This appearance is always better than death." ”

Pan Chengnian's words and deeds angered the other party, and the blue fire in the eyes of the living dead was closed, and he pursed his lips and blew, and a cloud of black gas was drumming, condensed into a small sword halfway, and flew out. The speed of this sword is not fast, and there is no way to avoid it, and it is only a flicker, and it is nailed to Pan Chengnian's shoulder until it has no handle.

This is clearly the means of Kunlun sword cultivation, Pan Chengnian's face was a little strange, his body gradually faded, and finally disappeared, and the next moment, he stepped out of the void, looking at the small sword, hesitating in his heart.

"One gas, turn into three clears?Kunlun Sect?" The living dead man was proud of his seniority, no longer made a move, pursed his lips and sucked again, and the small sword flew back upside down, still turning into a cloud of black gas, which did not enter his mouth.

Sheng Jingwei faintly guessed the identity of the other party, glanced at the master, stepped forward to salute, and said: "The predecessors don't know, thousands of years ago, Kunlun Sword Cultivation and Xuan Xiu parted ways, and the Sword Cultivator inherited the Kunlun lineage in Liushi Peak, and Xuan Xiu went to the hinterland of the Central Plains and set up another portal in Liantao Mountain to create Taiyi Sect. ”

An old body, with a shy face, called "senior", everyone else felt strange, but the living dead nodded his head grinningly, and said, "Wait, is it Taiyi Sect, the disciple?"

"Yes, the junior Sheng Jingwei, a disciple of the Taiyi Sect. That one...... The predecessor was the Yi Shizu who left the 'Qi Alchemy Technique' in the small note of the "Taiyi Foundation Sutra" back then?"

The living dead laughed and said, "No, it's tempting, 'Aiqi Technique', not 'Qi Alchemy', the surname is Yin, not the surname Yi." Let me ask you, you came here, under the Black Dragon Pond, but in order to absorb demonic energy, cultivate the 'Aiki Technique', and refine the physical body?"

Hearing the words "Aikishu", Wei Qiqi thought about it, he had practiced the "Aiki Finger Xuanjing" to refine the demon pill, absorbing the vitality for his own use, "Aiki Finger Xuanjing" is probably based on the "Aiqi Technique", from the hands of the "Yin Shizu" in front of him, after the transformation of later generations, before it flowed out of Kunlun.

Sheng Jingwei was embarrassed, and said with a smile: "The ancestor knows thousands of miles, the younger generation has failed to ascend, and there is not much longevity, try the 'Aiki Technique', or have a glimmer of life." ”

The living dead was noncommittal, and turned his head to look at Pan Chengnian, "You too, Taiyizong, under the door?"

Pan Chengnian smiled slightly, and said casually: "Pan Chengnian, the head of the Taiyi Sect, has seen Yin Zhenren. ”

"What do you call me?" the fire in the eyes of the living dead flickered and flickered, and he looked quite excited.

Pan Chengnian said word by word: "Dong Tian Zhenren, Yin Zhenren." ”