Sunset and dusk, the warm spring breeze soothes the coming night of Shuntianfu, the full moon pokes out the lonely figure from the sky, and the wine shop in Goolan is already full of people, so a pair of fireworks in the peaceful and prosperous world of March. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Shuntianfu is the Gyeonggi important place of this great mockery, since when today's son canonized the mage Pudu Cihang as the national teacher, gather the world's Taoist people and carry the dragon hall, and this Kyushu in the demon to eliminate the demon, the four seas are clear, although occasionally there are demons and monsters wreaking havoc on the common people, but after all, it is just a drop in the ocean.

Lu Sanniang was wearing a pale cyan Luo skirt, and the Qingping fairy sword was lightly tapped under her feet, and the graceful figure was reflected on the top of the halo of Yingying, standing on the top of the clouds of this Shuntian Mansion, and the cultivation for more than a hundred years, Lu Sanniang had long been accustomed to this loneliness.

"Why haven't you returned for a long time......" Lu Sanniang frowned and sighed as she looked at the Nine Secluded Streams in the far north, now that she was lacking in skills, she knew that Bao Wenzheng had already passed the time to return, but because the dragon qi of Gyeonggi was unguarded, she couldn't leave easily.

This demon is hidden deeply, Lu Sanniang has already investigated this Shuntian Mansion several times in the past ten days, except for the demon aura lingering in the dragon qi of this Gyeonggi, which makes Lu Sanniang convinced that there must be demons to haunt him, but there is no more to be found.

"Zuo Shizu, time flies, you still can't let go of the old grudges of the past......"

Lu Sanniang recalled the "Qixi Immortal Sword" in the Emei Xianmen Sword Shrine, the pale cyan Luo skirt swayed in the wind, like the lotus leaf and the top of the cloud were more lonely, and the slightly messy bun and cheeks lingered, which also added a few strands of loneliness.

In the Nine Secluded Streams of the Far North, the dark flower that stands between heaven and earth is as always, and resentment and anger are entangled and churning with each other, turning this thousands of miles of day into night, and it has already become another ghost with the yang world.

Above the abyss of the Nine Secluded Streams, the pale pink dress of the Nine Secluded Niangniang Zuo Yuesu was wrapped in a white gauze dress, revealing a graceful neck and clearly visible collarbones, and the skirt was pleated like a snow moon, and the brilliance flowed lightly on the ground.

"Shuying, patrol carefully, if there are underworld Yin soldiers coming to snoop, kill them all!" Zuo Yuesu was haunted by the gorgeous hair and the yin wind, and when he spoke coldly, the commanding spirit of the Nine Secluded Streams made it ordinary, but it also made the commander Zuo Shuying solemn and respectful.

"Let's go. Bao Wenzheng said lightly, and when he pinched the sword trick, the "Qingluan Qi Immortal Sword" behind his shoulder suddenly came out of its sheath, rose in the wind, and stopped in the crystal and soft halo.

Zuo Shuying looked at the light and shadow that had escaped, and when he turned around, he strictly ordered the thousands of ghosts in the Nine Secluded Streams to take strict precautions within a radius of thousands of miles, so as not to secretly spy on the reality of the Nine Secluded Streams.

The extreme south of the Baimang Mountain and the extreme north of the nine secluded streams are opposite, this distance of thousands of mountains and rivers, if ordinary people ride horses and whips, there is no three or five years of the situation, but I am afraid that it is difficult to reach.

At this moment, on the top of the clouds where the lonely peak of Baimang Mountain stands, the demonic aura like ink also covers the sky of this big day, and the mountains and mountains plunge this Baimang Mountain into darkness, and there is a faint blood-colored red light and the top of the clouds, and the tragic killing intent is already about to come out.

"Tom!"

A black light suddenly appeared from the ground, and this lightning momentum, it has turned into a body more than ten zhang away Jiao, this Jiao is dark and the scales are slender and recognizable, and the giant python is more similar, the sarcoma on the head is even more hideous, the scarlet eyes are full of murderous intent, and there is a kind of bloody tragedy and tyranny.

Jiao is the predecessor of the dragon, after the tribulation, the sarcoma has horns, and there can be three claws under the abdomen, and the ferocity of the snake is removed, and it becomes a dragon.

"Demon Spear Pierces ...... Sky"

The big red clothes are flying, the spring thirty Niang and the wind are full of joy, looking at this "demon spear poking the sky" is even more proud, and the crazy smile makes the demon clan on the side palpitate.

"Haha!"

Chun Thirty Niang looked up to the sky and laughed, seeing that this treasure was different, once it was born, it was born with a tragic and tyrannical snake, which is not the soul of this demon spear that pokes the sky?

When Hao's wrist was flipped over, thousands of slender spider silks came out chaotically, wrapping the snake in a group, and in the roar that seemed to be a dragon, the thousands of spider silks were tighter and tighter.

After about half a cup of tea, the thousands of spider silks between the sleeves of the thirty years of spring were all waved into the air, and a dark spear floated in the air, the spear was dark all over, and there were slender scales all over it, and a faint fishy smell spread out on the tip of the spear......

Spring thirty Niang Rou held the body of the gun tightly, and after a shock, she walked with the gun and practiced in the air, and in an instant she saw the demon wind rolling, and the evil spirit was soaring, like an immortal famous general galloping across the field with this territory.

"Black Mountain Old Demon, you deceive me too much!"

Chun Thirty Niang has been dancing for tea, and then she stopped looking at the extreme west, revealing a resentful look, with this demon spear poking the sky in her hand, she dispersed all the unwillingness in the battle of Lanruo Temple, and the battle intent appeared on the cheeks of the glamorous object, and she said with a sneer.

"Victory, success in the first battle!"

"Victory, success in the first battle!"

Ten thousand demons bowed their heads and shouted in unison, but also crazy for the power of this "demon spear poking the sky", the slender woman in red fluttering standing in the air with a demon spear, just like the big day when the sky looked at the world, so that the ten thousand demons did not dare to look directly.

The idle clouds and leaves do not take root, and they are often heavily covered by the stone door. Relying on the wind curtain to sweep, the mountains are full of sunny days.

After a few dashing spring rains, the mountains are green, the water is green, and the murmuring stream at the bottom of the mountain is becoming more and more turbulent and beautiful.

Smoke rose from the barren thatched hut, adding a bit of life to the remote and silent foot of the mountain, the bonfire and the dilapidated thatched hut were burning, and the fat whitebait in the mountain stream was being smoked.

"Yuesu, why do you insist on going to Baimang Mountain with me......" After Bao Wenzheng cleaned the thatched hut simply, he whispered in a stupid voice: "Look at the beautiful mountains and rivers here, you might as well rest for a while." ”

"You don't have a deep friendship with Chun Thirty Niang, and you have a vendetta, that Baimang Mountain is full of demons, why risk your ......"

"In less than three or five days, I can say that the spring thirty mothers, then the nine secluded stream catastrophe can be solved, why bother to have more branches!"

If this Zuo Yuesu and Chun Thirty Niang face to face, they are all arrogant and unrestrained, once there is a slight disharmony in the words, this ten thousand demons will come out of the Baimang Mountain, and hold 100,000 living beings hostage to make the underworld cast a rat taboo, and if they want to solve the nine secluded streams to avoid being expropriated and suppressed by the underworld, they may turn into nothing.

"Are you afraid that I will tell me about your marriage to Jiuyoujian marrying me?" Zuo Yuesu glanced at Bao Wenzheng with disdain, and said disdainfully: "Where is the spirit between you and the Nine Heavens Thunder?"

"Do you dare to do it, don't you dare to do it?"

Bao Wenzheng walked in front of Zuo Yuesu with a spring breeze on his face, stretched out his hand to hold the cold soft wattle, and said affectionately: "Although paper can't contain the fire, it will take a while to ignite." ”

Zuo Yuesu didn't like this bag of Wen Zheng to be so intimate, and wanted to withdraw the jade hand, but he only felt that he held it very tightly, after all, he had already concluded a secret marriage, so he let it go.

"You are relieved, my Zuo Yuesu can live to this day, how can I not be able to carry the urgency. Zuo Yuesu said with a sneer, looked at this handsome official with a side face, sighed and said: "This time is different from the past, it is my Nine Secluded Streams that ask for Baimang Mountain, so what to say and what not to say, I know it." ”

"Official, after all, my Zuo Yuesu is the Nine Shadows of Jiuyoujian Niangniang, if I don't come to the door in person, how can I show sincerity!"

"How can Chun Thirty Niang easily believe that if she helps me Zuo Yuesu today, I will join forces with her to kill the old demon of Montenegro one day......"

Zuo Yuesu took out the soft wattle, walked to the threshold of the thatched house, looked at the beautiful spring scenery of the mountains and rivers, the unknown wildflowers were also purple and red, and the gorgeous hair swayed with a smile when she looked back, and the elegant cheeks reflected each other.

"Official, you still don't understand the mind of your daughter's family!"

"Especially my Zuo Yuesu and Chun Thirty Niang, one is a banshee, and the other is a female ghost!"

"Spring Thirty Niang dominates the ten thousand demons of Baimang Mountain, I draw the ground with the Nine Secluded Streams and dominate thousands of ghosts, since I am known as the two Niangniang of the north and south, I am not an ordinary woman!"

Zuo Yuesu stretched out her slender white and tender fingers, brushed the bun that was blown by the spring breeze, and for the first time in her beautiful eyes, she revealed a watery tenderness, and said sincerely: "Because you are here, the Spring Thirty Niang will make all the demons come out of Baimang Mountain, and that is just a piece of hard work for you." ”

"It's really time to meet the old demon of Montenegro, even if I go to help, Chun Thirty Niang will not be gullible, the big war is all miraculous battles, and the slightest carelessness ......is death."

Zuo Yuesu walked to Bao Wenzheng's side again, and said with a meaningful smile: "Although you and I are not husband and wife, if you are in trouble, I Zuo Yuesu will not sit idly by......

Bao Wenzheng pretended to be stunned and looked at the affectionate Zuo Yuesu, and sneered in his heart, but he took Zuo Yuesu's jade hand again, and said with feeling: "Yuesu ......"

It is also a deep affection with emotion, and in the house where the bonfire is burning, Bao Wenzheng stretched out his hand to wrap his hand around Zuo Yuesu's slender waist, although he couldn't tell how sincere this words were for a while, but he really felt something.