Yan Huaiyu, who was demonized, had black hair flying all over his head, his eyes were red, and a low roar came out of his throat. Looking closely, there was an illusory small sword in the center of his eyebrows, slowly standing upright and spinning.

The dragon slashing was held tightly in his hand, and the blood-red aura was churning on it, and the clothes around him were windless and automatic, and the hunting sounded.

The two people who were sitting quietly on the side suddenly opened their eyes, looked at the terrifying scene in front of them, and at the same time drew their swords and waited for the battle.

Demonized Yan Huaiyu turned his head suddenly, his red eyes glaring fiercely at the two in front of him.

In a deep and hoarse voice, he said, "Whoever stands in my way, I will not be forgiven!"

The two of them listened to this voice that did not belong to Yan Huaiyu himself, and their hearts were shocked, only to see that he was about to rush out of the Confession Cave after speaking.

Leng Lingxi sacrificed the condensation, and a cold aura instantly swept through the entire cave.

Simon Duxiu clasped his hands together, grasped the hilt of the Weeping Soul Sword, and plunged the Weeping Soul into the rocks on the ground.

For a while, the cave was frozen instantly, and the entrance of the cave was also tightly sealed, accompanied by bursts of black gas, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling.

Ximen Duxiu said loudly: "He has been devoured by the demons in his heart, and you and I may not be able to capture him together." ”

Leng Lingxi said coldly: "Who is he, the power of the heart demon is so powerful?"

Simon Duxiu smiled evilly and said, "You don't have to know. ”

After speaking, he swung his sword and stabbed straight up, Leng Lingxi glared at Ximen Duxiu, and also stabbed Yan Huaiyu directly from behind.

In an instant, the demonized Yan Huaiyu had been tightly wrapped in cold ice, accompanied by evil spirits and ghosts interspersed back and forth in his body, constantly devouring his true yuan power.

Demonizing Yan Huaiyu didn't have a trace of pain, on the contrary, he seemed to enjoy it very much.

I saw that his eyebrows were shining, and a mini fairy sword came out through the ice, quickly slashing the evil spirits and ghosts around him.

This immortal-killing sword spirit seems to be the heavenly nemesis of the evil soul, and every time it rubs an evil soul, the evil soul will immediately disappear.

I saw Yan Huaiyu struggle with all his strength, and the cold ice burst instantly, and at this moment, it was also when the two of them were about to stab him.

Time seemed to stand still, and the two of them looked at everything in front of them incredibly, only to see Yan Huaiyu's hands one after the other, unbelievably grabbing the blades of the two, and slaying the dragon quietly suspended above his head.

Blood dripped down the blade, and suddenly, Yan Huaiyu looked up to the sky and roared, ignoring the pain in his hands, and suddenly exerted his strength.

The two of them flew out upside down with their swords, slammed into the cave wall, and slowly slid down, both of them vomiting blood, obviously not lightly injured.

Demonized Yan Huaiyu stretched out his hand to his mouth and licked the blood on his hand, then slashed the dragon and fell into his hand, turned around and rushed towards the barrier at the entrance of the cave, ignoring the serious injury to the two.

With a loud bang, I saw Yan Huaiyu swing the dragon and slash it fiercely, and the nodules at the entrance of the cave collapsed in an instant.

Before the disciples on duty could figure out what was happening, they saw a red smoke ball, wrapped in a figure, galloping towards the forbidden place behind the mountain. Then he was knocked unconscious by the sound of the bombardment.

In the dense primeval forest of the back mountain, a blood-red figure was rampant, and a century-old pine was hit by it, and it fell down with a click.

For a time, the birds and beasts in the forest were scattered, and it can really be said that the immortals were killed and the beasts were scattered, and the evil spirit was heavy and the demon gods appeared.

Outside a thatched hut in a clearing in the forest, Yan Huaiyu's red eyes stared at the thatched hut in front of him, motionless, as if he felt that there was a huge crisis in the small cottage.

The door of the grass house creaked open slowly, and an old man walked out of it slowly, coarse linen clothes, snow-white hair tied up with straw rope, simple but neat.

The old man walked to the stone table in the courtyard and sat down gently, all the movements seemed so natural and free, that people couldn't help but be immersed in it.

Seeing that the old man ignored him, the demonized Yan Huaiyu was annoyed and angry because he was despised, and with a wave of the dragon, a violent force frantically poured into the courtyard.

The old man in Mai did not panic because of the sword qi that was approaching at great speed, as if he didn't know that the danger was approaching, he stretched out his hand, and the other hand gently flicked the dust on his sleeve.

The dragon slaying sword qi seemed to hit cotton, and it disappeared in an instant.

Looking at Yan Huaiyu again, as if he had been hit by a huge force, he flew out upside down, knocking down seven or eight stout ancient pines before stopping his retreating castration.

Yan Huaiyu knelt on the ground and spurted a mouthful of blood, and the dragon slashing was also knocked aside.

The old man in Mai raised his head and said softly: "You go back, if the demon attacks again in the future, come to me." ”

Yan Huaiyu's evil qi gradually dissipated, and he knelt on one knee, panting heavily, as if he was about to collapse.

I only heard Yan Huaiyu say with difficulty: "Thank you seniors for your help, dare to ask your seniors for their honorific titles?"

The old man in sackcloth turned around and walked towards the grass house, without looking back at him, and gently closed the wooden door of the grass house.

Yan Huaiyu only felt the old man's voice ringing in his heart: "Take this thing, Bai Yunzi will never blame you." ”

A small wrench slowly flew out in the grass house and landed in front of Yan Huaiyu.

Yan Huaiyu picked up the wrench, solemnly put it in his arms, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, got up and staggered away.

In the main hall of Xuanyang, Bai Yunzi handed the wrench in his hand to Yan Huaiyu, and without asking too much, he waved his hand to signal Yan Huaiyu to retreat.

When only the four main peaks of the Heavenly Dao Alliance were left in the hall, Bai Yunzi spoke: "Do you know what the Heavenly Qianzi Master and Ancestor want?"

The other three all bowed their heads and were silent, and the White Lotus Immortal Gu said, "Presumably Uncle Shi takes a great fancy to this son." ”

Bai Yunzi pondered for a while and said, "Presumably, Uncle Ancestor must have his own reasoning, and we can't guess, so let him go with the flow." ”

Three months later, Yan Huaiyu sat in his house, carefully grinding the jade wrench in his hand, and whenever he brought the wrench to cultivate, the speed of absorbing the aura of heaven and earth was much faster than before.

Presumably, this thing is also an unusual treasure, but he always can't figure out how an old man with only one side of the relationship could give him such a valuable thing?

The old man flicked it lightly, and he easily dissolved the full force of his demonization, although his cultivation was not deep enough, but he was able to scatter his full body of evil qi, this cultivation, I am afraid that even the head of the sect Bai Yunzi may not be able to do it.

Who is this person, and why does Baiyun Mountain still live in seclusion such a worldly master?

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, Yan Huaiyu put on a wrench, opened the door, and saw that a beautiful woman with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes stood at the door, it was Xia Lian'er.

Xia Lian'er walked into the room with a big grin, did it, and said, "Huaiyu, you have been thinking about it for three months in the Cave of Repentance, I don't know how far your Taiyi Xuanqing Dao cultivation has been?"

Yan Huaiyu replied ashamedly: "Senior sister, the three of us in the Cave of Repentance are waiting for sin, and we have not participated in Taiyi Xuanqing Dao. ”

Xia Lian'er said anxiously: "What should I do, two years later, it will be a martial arts competition for my four new disciples, those senior brothers, none of them can be put on the table, let's fly to the peak and count on you, don't embarrass your father!"

Yan Huaiyu smiled and said, "Isn't there still a Lian'er Immortal Gu? When the time comes, the Lian'er Immortal Gu will definitely show her might, win the championship in one fell swoop, and win glory for us to fly to the peak." ”

Lian'er blushed and scolded with a smile: "Hugh wants to make fun of senior sister, you don't know what a martial arts tournament is, right?"

Yan Huaiyu said: "Senior Sister Lao has told me. ”

This martial arts competition is held jointly by the four gates of the righteous path, the Heavenly Dao League, the ancient temple of the burning lamp, the temple of opening the sky, and the valley of the hundred flowers and immortals.

Heavenly Dao Alliance Immortal Fantasy Realm, Burning Lamp Ancient Temple Jiuyang Jedi, Opening Heavenly Temple Sanqing Xuan Ice Cave, Hundred Flowers Immortal Valley Hundred Flowers Spring.

Immortal Fantasy Realm, such a familiar name, Yan Huaiyu fell into contemplation for a while, what is his relationship with this?

Thinking about it, he just fell asleep.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, only to hear Xia Wentian's voice coming from outside the door: "You come with me!"