Yin Mountain Road, Xuanyin Flag, Wind Nine?

Hearing these keywords, Qin Zheng had some clarity in his heart. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info chatted all the way, and Pu Qingzi often told them about the forces of the Immortal Dao sect, the genealogy of heroes, etc., among which he mentioned this Yin Mountain Dao.

Speaking of which, this faction can also be regarded as an old immortal sect, a leader in the side door, and the most representative foreign way. Its history is still on the Yuan Zhen Dao, and its origin can follow the era when the two medieval lich clans withdrew from the historical stage, the three emperors were born, and the human race began to rise. It represents the enlightenment of human cultivation consciousness, trying to integrate the exercises of the two lich clans, and starting to cultivate.

In a word, the spell of this Yin Mountain Road originates from primitive nature worship and totem worship. He is good at using Gu worms, demon beasts, corpses and other foreign objects, and has unique research on souls, poisons, primitive witchcraft, and witchcraft, and his spells have a strong natural nature.

For a long period of time from the Middle Ages to the gods, this Yin Mountain Dao was regarded as a major sect in the Immortal Dao. Later, with the birth of the saints, the systematic cultivation methods passed down by the Lijiao, coupled with the endless emergence of talented people of the human race in the past dynasties, they explored from generation to generation, and brought forth the new, and gradually formed a systematic cultivation model with the three departments of the immortal family as the orthodox. This road began to gradually decline, and it was reduced to a third-rate sideline.

However, after all, this sect has a long history, deep in the Middle Ages, although it has gradually declined in Kyushu Middle Earth, but it is also a hundred-legged insect, dead but not stiff, and now it is also a large sect in the side door. Now entrenched in Wanghua, the people of the Central Plains are unwilling to set foot in the miasma and poison, and some border and poor places such as the 100,000 mountains of Miaojiang infested with Gu worms are powerful and blessed, but they also live a very nourishing life.

The successive generations of his sect are all surnamed Feng, and the ranking is 13579... To nineteen, and then turn back and come in this round, I don't know how many rounds have been arranged, and it is a long time. If in the future generations, it can also be applied for a heritage, Guinness or something, mixed with financial subsidies every year, and corruption.

However, the immortal road is important to mana, but there is no protection of intangible cultural heritage, and now it has become a side door and left road that does not enter the stream, so there are few righteous masters who are willing to spend effort to verify how many generations it has been passed on, and Pu Qingzi can't say why, only know that the modern palm is called Fengqi, and it also has the merit of Jindan. As for Feng Jiu, he should be the current head disciple and the future CEO. But I don't know what happened to me, and I became the person I am now?

As for this Xuanyin flag, it is a rare serious Taoist inheritance of Yinshan Dao, it is said that because of a certain generation of teaching, hard work, intending to restore the glory of the Middle Ages, he played Infernal Affairs, sent out some talented disciples, to the immortal Taoist sect to go undercover to steal learning, want to combine the mainstream Taoism, improve the inheritance of this school. As a result, except for a loyal disciple who exchanged his life for such a refining weapon inheritance, the others were meat buns and dogs, and they never returned.

Up and down the Yinshan Road, the law enforcement elders of the sect who were also chased to the door slashed and killed a seven-seven-eighty-eight with a sword, and fell from a first-class side door to a third-rate side door. But no matter what, this Xuanyin Banner has been passed down in the end, and in addition to the Gu worm refining corpse, there is also an "shallow" Immortal Dao Sect disciple who can see the eye-catching refining inheritance.

No, Pu Qingzi in front of him, rose up with all his spirit, exerted his strength to eat, and after the flying sword broke free from the shackles of black qi, he immediately changed his way of playing, the sword momentum is no longer wide open and closed, but the sword is light and agile, as soon as he occupies it, he goes, and the sword goes down, more or less, it will always cut off a trace of black qi and make it dissipate in the air - this kind of fighting, if you don't have the intention of snatching the Xuanyin flag, you won't believe it if you kill Qin Zheng!

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Zhi Yizi, who was paralyzed on the ground and unconscious, and sighed deeply - although he was seriously injured, he had already fed him the pill to keep his heart, and if there was a master who would immediately rescue him and heal his injuries, there would still be a chance to save Daoji.

However, now Qin Zheng can only hope that Pu Qingzi will succeed in the first battle, clean up Fengjiu as soon as possible, and after capturing the Xuanyin Banner, he will be able to save Zhiyizi. At this time, his own family is also a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and his safety is all on the results of the battle in front of him, if Pu Qingzi is defeated, his ending is estimated to be no better than that of Zhiyizi.

Therefore, after Qin Zheng glanced at Zhi Yizi with pity, he forced his mind and turned his head to watch the battle situation carefully.

After a moment of silence, he was reassured.

This Pu Qingzi's swordsmanship is extraordinary. I don't dare to blow anything to break ten thousand laws with one sword, but an old spicy and mellow evaluation is still deserved.

I saw that his flying sword made a ball of flowers, flying up and down, twisting and peeling, but it had already consumed most of the black qi of the Xuanyin Banner. The corpse monster that Feng Jiu turned into, although he howled angrily, spit out a mouthful of corpse gas from time to time, and fell on the front of the flag, but it was useless to help the overall situation. After the battle, the flying sword was still a spirit snake, just like at the beginning. The corpse monster spit out black gas, but it became smaller and smaller, and the Xuanyin banner began to dim, and the line spells and demon god paintings on the banner were faintly visible.

If there are no more accidents, the victory of this battle is decided, and when the black qi of the Xuanyin Banner is exhausted, it will be the time for the corpse monster to give the head.

Qin Zheng, a rookie who has been in the business for less than two months, can see this, how can the warring sides not know?

At the moment, Pu Qingzi's sword path is becoming more and more tricky and fast, and he has never made a big move similar to the sword light turning into a dragon, obviously with the intention of grinding. The corpse monster is a silver corpse, and his wisdom has been born, although he is not as cunning as an adult, but he also has the wisdom of a child who is about five or six years old, and he has fought with Lu Chen a few times, and there is no lack of fighting experience. Regardless of these, it is only out of survival instinct, and I also know that something is wrong, and there is only one way to die if I continue to fight.

Therefore, while fighting, this monster suddenly howled angrily, struggled to stimulate the origin, spit out a mouthful of corpse gas, landed on the surface of the flag, stirred up a black gas, and after temporarily blocking the flying sword, another mouthful of corpse gas spewed out, wrapped in this banner, broke through the air and left, but regardless of it, he fought a few swords, and he also wanted to escape from the corpse.

How can a boiled duck be allowed to fly? Park Qingzi rose from the sword and chased after it. In his busy schedule, he threw out an object: "You go to the mountain gate, this thing will give you self-defense." ”

Immediately, it turned into a white light and disappeared into the night sky, but he didn't even explain how to arrange it.

Although Qin Zheng knew that the immortal road was cruel, the monk was realistic. It is also sad in my heart, and I have a more understanding of the nature of the monk who is unprofitable and cannot afford to be early. There were mixed tastes in my heart, and I was stunned for a while, and I opened the cloth bag, but inside was a celadon vial and three pieces of rune paper.

A few pills in the vial are Tongmai Pills, but the rune paper is the rune money that Pu Qingzi has condensed in his spare time.

It is said that although this world is a world of immortals, there is no market, and there is no currency such as spirit stones and pills. Immortal people, communicate with each other, or barter, or find elixir spiritual materials, and entrust others to refine them.

If you really want to find a thing that is the universal currency of the Immortal Dao, it is Fu Qian.

In addition to the monk's cultivation, the mana is entered into a special blank rune paper and stored it, which is the rune money. The original intention was to be prepared, but when it came to doing alchemy, refining tools and other hard work that required a lot of mana, or encountering strong enemies, running away, and exploring, the physical strength was not enough, and there was also a supplement. Because the charm money is easy to use, it is given by the elders to the younger generations or family members for self-defense.

Seeing these three talisman coins, Qin Zheng felt a little better - with the talisman money in hand, his life would be more secure, and when he encountered a strong enemy, his true qi would be stimulated, and he would throw it out, which was to drive the fog monk with all his strength.

As the saying goes, whether you're happy or sad, the sun will rise as usual. Park Qingzi left them and left, without a mother's child, life will go on as usual. Therefore, Qin Zheng was not depressed for long, and immediately suppressed those senseless sad autumn and sad moons, and turned to think about the follow-up.

I wanted to rush overnight and retreat to Yunxia Temple, thinking that the demons and ghosts have a sense of territory, but this ruined temple where the silver corpse was entrenched was safer. Moreover, Park Qingzi rarely traveled overnight before, but it was not very peaceful in the mountains and wilderness at night.

Thinking of this, he leaned over and picked up Zhi Yizi, walked into the main hall, and after placing it properly, he went to the ruins that were collapsed by Pu Qingzi's sword qi, picked up a broken wall and broken column head, lit a bonfire, and fed Zhi Yizi a Tongmai Pill, luck healed him once.

After doing this, I found a broken door panel and put it up, ready to sleep, but I was full of thoughts, where can I sleep?