A day later, in one of the former strongholds of the demon clan.

Months have passed, and this place has long been empty, and there are traces left by the wind and sand, and there is nothing evil left.

A few months ago, he instructed Xie Yunlei that the righteous path of the Southern Regions could not keep this evil hidden. He was just here to try his luck, but if the evil is gone, where should he find it?

The Southern Regions are small and small, and in less than a year and a half, you can travel around. But this is based on the premise of hurrying, although he has walked through the southern regions, there are still too many places that he has not experienced.

If the evil cult really found a strange mountain and water, dangerous peaks, and dense forests to hide, where should he go to find it? In the past few months, the evil cult has been too calm, and there has never been a trace of turmoil.

And behind the silence, there has always been a shadow of more violent wind and rain.

Just as he was in his trance, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him. The sound of ordinary footsteps must be from far and near, and this footstep was still a hundred feet away before a breath, but it was already behind him after a breath.

Leng Xiao suddenly felt that the thorn was on his back, like sitting on pins and needles, and he couldn't settle down for a moment, but the person behind him suddenly reached out and put his hand on his shoulder.

The movement was slow, but he didn't have the slightest resistance in his life, and he didn't have time to turn around. It wasn't until the palm of his hand landed on his shoulder that he came back to his senses.

It was as if his time had been frozen by heaven and earth, and it was not until the person behind him came all the way and put his hand on his shoulder that he regained the ability to move and think.

He turned around, and the palm of his shoulder was thick and rough, and if he had only looked at it, the world would have guessed that its owner was a pot-bellied man.

Who talks, the owner of that hand is actually a tall and thin man, more than eight feet tall, if he enters the door of ordinary people, I am afraid he will have to bow his head to avoid it.

Leng Xiao was in front of him, and he could only look up. But the eyes of this tall and thin man are extremely soft, and the true meaning in his eyes is that all beings are equal. Even if a down-and-out beggar looks at him, he must not have the idea of inferiority.

"Amitabha. ”

When he saw Leng Xiao, he withdrew his hand and recited the Buddha name again.

Leng Xiao was startled, he thought he was back to his senses, but when he turned around, he fell into a daze for the second time. Just now, all his thoughts were immersed in the eyes of the person in front of him, like a person who is afraid of water is trapped in the sea, unable to extricate himself.

There is only one overview of the person in front of me in my heart, that is, the palms are thick and rough, and the body is tall and thin. But it wasn't until this man woke him up that he was able to get a glimpse of the whole picture.

This person is wearing a purple silk robe, and he has entered the sixtieth year, his eyebrows are white, and his hair has fallen out. He looked at Leng Xiao, his face was quite kind, Leng Xiao remembered for a moment, wasn't the person in front of him the monk he met in Yangxin Temple, a place where he had no habitat?

"Amitabha, the old man has seen the benefactor. The old monk bowed humbly to Leng Xiao, even after bowing his head, his height must be above Leng Xiao.

Leng Xiao immediately clasped his hands together and replied with a salute: "The junior's name is Xiao, and I have seen Master Cang'er." ”

Cang'er had a kind face, squinting at Leng Xiao, and his eyes seemed a little cloudy, so that people couldn't see the meaning clearly. Maybe he has experienced too many hot and cold things in the world, and his heart has long been unstable.

He said slowly: "The old man came all the way, following the cause and effect in the dark, and now I am here to meet the benefactor, although I have never seen it, but there are many good faces. Providence has been served, and there has been a fixed number. ”

Leng Xiao secretly said in his heart, the two of them have already met, otherwise how would this cause and effect come about? He and Cang Er glanced at each other, and their hearts were empty, as if they were full of thoughts, and they had already been seen through by the other party in an instant. But Cang'er's expression was always soft, and he couldn't see a trace of superfluous meaning, as if it was as simple as just a chance encounter.

He held a three-ring tin staff, raised his eyes and looked around, and sighed lightly: "This place is very evil, and the filth is everywhere, and the donor should not stay for a long time." ”

As Cang'er recited a string of scriptures from his mouth, the oppressive aura in this place really gradually dissipated. Behind Leng Xiao Wangzhi, he faintly saw the golden light shining, which was a sign of a high monk.

After half an hour, Cang'er was counted. And this form may not be completed, but only one of the steps. Leng Xiao waited for a long time, if he waited any longer, I don't know how many hours he would have to wait.

He stepped forward and said respectfully: "Master Cang'er, the Gu cultivator of the Western Regions has appeared in the Sword Pavilion and wants to ambush the monks of the Southern Regions, the Southern Regions are afraid of danger, and I hope that the master can go to calm this matter for the sake of the stability of the rivers and lakes!"

Cang Er then put away his five fingers, pinched the rosary, hung down a little, and sighed: "The old man came to the Southern Regions, and there is also a reason for this. His gaze was far-reaching, but he took out a jade pendant from his arms.

Yu Pei is petite, in his fat big hands, it looks extraordinarily weak, under the reflection of the sun, it exudes a bright color, soft as water, green as a bamboo.

When Leng Xiao saw this jade pendant, his expression couldn't help but fluctuate. A jade pendant also appeared on his fingertips, and it was also placed in the sun, and the two were not different.

If you really want to talk about differences, it is one yin and one yang.

Cang'er's face was kind, and when he let go of his fingers, the jade pendant fell gently, falling directly on Leng Xiao's hand, and spliced together with the jade pendant in his hand, as if it was one.

Between the jade pendant carvings, the emerald color flowed, Leng Xiao was distracted for a while, and after a few breaths, he retracted the jade pendant and looked up at Cang'er.

He wandered his gaze for a moment, and in these four moments, where was there still the figure of Cang'er? He may have disappeared in an instant, and he may have left step by step.

Leng Xiao's fingers rubbed on the jade pendant, the jade pendant in his hand was given by the cold moon that year, promising Leng Xiao that if there was any difficulty, he would go to the Qingji Sect to find her help.

But over the years, I have never begged her, and I have forgotten about it for a while.

He only thought it was an ordinary jade pendant, and the shape was not very flamboyant and elegant, on the contrary, it was very simple. But now if you look closely, there are shallow lines on this jade pendant, and it looks like two fish.

If placed in the sun, these two fish seem to come to life and look particularly agile.

"Leng's jade pendant was given by the cold moon girl, where did the master's jade pendant come from? ”

He whispered in his mouth, but there was a faint fluctuation in his heart. This jade may have another meaning to Han Yue, but what does Han Yue mean by handing over this jade to him?

He clenched his five fingers and held the jade pendant tightly in his hand.

Since Cang'er came along the cause and effect, what was the cause and effect in his mouth? It was this jade pendant given by the cold moon phase, or the encounter in Yangxin Temple, a place without a habitat, or for the residual evil qi of this demon cultivation stronghold, or for Gu cultivation.

Presumably, what Cang'er is going to be at this moment should be the Sword Pavilion.

"Cause and effect, cause and effect. Leng Xiao suddenly took out the jade pendant again and looked at it carefully. Since Cang'er handed over this jade pendant to him, there must be a deep meaning in it.

This jade pendant may not be owned by Cang'er.

He put his nose on top of the jade pendant and sniffed it gently. Among them, there is an indescribable smell, with a smell as coarse as stone powder, the smell of earth and weeds, a faint musty smell, and a faint orchid-like aroma.

This yucca fragrance made Leng Xiao's face appear in front of him for a moment, quiet, elegant, cold as frost, rejecting people for thousands of miles, but her heart is very close to people, if you have a heart, she will have a heart.

Leng Xiao called the two jade pendants separated, Tai Chi gave birth to two instruments, which was yin and yang, and the image was like a fish, jumping on this jade pendant. Back then, he took it calmly, but now he holds it in his hand, but it's so hot.

On the Yin Fish Jade Pendant, in addition to the above many complex breaths, the most intense is a salty and slightly fishy smell.

This smell is somewhat similar to the smell of fish and shrimp. Could it be that Cang'er wanted to tell him through this jade pendant where the cold moon was?

But if Cang'er himself knew, why did he need to fake his hand on Leng Xiao? He cultivated far above Leng Xiao, and if he took action in person, he would obviously have a greater certainty.

Leng Xiao didn't care about these many trivial things, and for him, it was not very important.

"Nearshore......" His eyes were lowered and his gaze flickered. There are few seas in the Southern Regions, dividing a huge Southern Regions into several large pieces. If a mortal can cross the sea and come back, he will have an extra high-spirited capital, which can be taken out and boasted about from time to time. And for the monks, crossing this 10,000-mile sea river is just a gesture.

"If it is the place where the ghost head is hiding the missing monk, it will definitely not be in a conspicuous place, otherwise it will be inconvenient. Several scenes flashed quickly in his mind. Always put the jade pendant on the tip of the nose, this bitter taste seems to be gone, only Youlan remains.

"East China Sea. ”

His thoughts suddenly froze on a scene he had never been to before, although he had been there, but he knew the general location.

The East China Sea of the Demon Domain is surging for thousands of miles. When it comes to the Southern Oceans, none of them can stand out. Most of this East China Sea is in the Demon Domain, so it is considered to be the territory of the Demon Domain, but there is also a small half, which is still in the Terran Territory.

A bright light flashed in Leng Xiao's eyes, if you talk about the land of Tibet, this East China Sea is indeed the best. The location is remote, unnoticed and sparsely populated.

The few cities that sit on the edge of the East China Sea are as inconspicuous as sesame seeds on a large pie.

After Leng Xiao's guidance, Cang'er immediately headed towards the Sword Pavilion, and in less than half a day, he rushed to the Sword Pavilion. With his speed, although he doesn't know the way of space, his speed may not be slower than shrinking the ground into inches.

Standing outside the gate of the Sword Pavilion, the beard of Cang'er shook in the wind, standing alone, showing a bit of dry sadness.

He believed that what Leng Xiao said would not be false, but the mountain gate was silent and empty. A few steps further inward, the ground was covered with blood, and when it dried up, it became a black patch, which was particularly eye-catching.

There are corpses lying on the ground, both men and women, with the same style of clothing, and it is easy to see that they are Gu cultivators of the Southern Regions.

The ears looked at it, and there was unbearable in the eyes. And most of the dead were sealed by a sword. His face still didn't make a little waves, he just closed his eyes and muttered, maybe he was chanting the scriptures to surpass these dead.

As he chanted, the tin staff in his hand suddenly lifted and fell again. The three large rings made a few noises on the tin staff, and then shook slightly, and the ground seemed to become extremely weak in an instant.

The end of the tin staff touched the ground, and he stomped the tin staff while chanting, and the ground suddenly seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

Then, the ground shook suddenly, and a few inches away from Cang'er, a sharp hiss suddenly resounded through the world.

The hissing was soft, but it was so strange that I couldn't tell what it was. I saw that the thing that made the sound suddenly fell from mid-air, as if it was in the middle of a sprint, and it still pounced forward a few points according to inertia, and it could touch the robe of Cang'er.

Take a closer look, this thing is Bu Dian's soul Gu that cultivates his life. The Soul Gu was originally a five-colored, and if it weren't for the monk's extraordinary eyesight, it would be difficult for mortals to even see this tiny worm.

And at this moment, the originally transparent insect turned purple, its body stiffened, and it couldn't move after falling to the ground, and its body slowly curled up together. But he is not dead, and his minions are still shaking slightly.

Cang Er closed his eyes, and there was no pause in his mouth, and the speed at which the tin staff in his hand landed faster and faster, and more and more frequently. The shadow of the arm and the tin staff was blurred, and the speed was so fast that it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

After a stick of incense, his eyes suddenly opened, the scriptures stopped for a moment, and the tin staff fell to the ground and was no longer raised.

It seemed that an invisible force had formed around him, and he saw that the ground started from the end of the tin rod and suddenly cracked a gap. This gap spreads in an instant, and in just a few breaths, it is criss-crossed like a spider web, spreading for thousands of miles!

Everywhere you pass, the pavilions, the clear water and the green mountains are all tilted for it, as if as long as you push your fingers, it will collapse.

In the gaps, there are large pieces of insects and pigs, either sparse or dense, scattered and combined, faintly occupying all the leylines of the Sword Pavilion Mountains. If you grasp the pulse of the earth, you can know every grass and tree on the ground.

It is absolutely impossible for such a stroke to be done by one person, but in just this moment, everything is reduced to nothingness, and all the effort is in vain.

"Amitabha, Gu is not guilty, and the one who is guilty is the one who raises Gu. Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. Donor, turn back!"

An invisible ripple spread out from the end of his tin staff, but all the Gu insects that touched it were all languishing and slumped to the ground, as if they wanted to dodge, but the speed was too slow after all.

Within a hundred zhang range of Cang'er's body, there were soul Gu in the east, west, north, south, and middle, coming in groups of three or two, and they were extremely hidden, but all of them collapsed at Cang'er's feet, and none of them succeeded.

There seemed to be a faint bell in the distance, as if the girl was holding a bell and shaking it happily, a little hurried, echoing in the world for a long time.

The sound of this bell rang for a moment, and the pressure of the Soul Gu dropped sharply, and it flew up from the ground in an instant, and those who were close frantically rushed towards Cang'er, and those who were a little farther away hurriedly fled into the distance.

In this regard, Cang Er was indifferent, his left hand pulled the prayer bead, and a few obscure syllables fell from his mouth, and all the soul Gu fell on his robe, but it only slipped down the robe.

The other party's move was not to take the opportunity to sneak attack, but to sacrifice the small to take the big and save some of the soul Gu.

The Gu worm that landed on the ground did not die, and at this moment, a layer of golden light suddenly emanated from behind Cang'er, shining on the earth. He closed his eyes and chanted, but wherever his golden light touched, all the Gu insects turned into a new sprout.

Spring is coming, and the grass and trees are verdant.