As soon as this statement came out, there was a scattered sea.

For the four brothers of the Fuyao Sect, the sudden black shadow appeared a little familiar. Although apart from eavesdropping on Yan Zhengming, no one else understood why the individual who came here on the wooden sign in the last time came, the few people knew that this person must be close to the sect.

However, the last time in the Demon Valley, this world's number one demon was very easy-going. Although he always fooled the child casually, he was not angry when exposed in person, which shows that he has a good temper.

This time, he seemed to have completely changed his personality.

Yan Zhengming could feel the tyrannical anger on his body on the deck of the big ship, and the sea was turbulent.

Jiang Peng's face changed suddenly, then he jumped from the clouds, jumped straight down, and landed on the ship that pulled a bunch of sword cultivators.

It was a quick time to speak, and I saw that the sword light was shining just now. The sword cultivators who were coming and going fully demonstrated what it means to "knowing the times is a hero". They jumped into the sea as if they were dumplings, causing a splash of water around them, which was so spectacular.

The sea was like a storm was coming, and the wind and waves were shaking for a while. Yan Zhengming staggered and he was almost unable to stand firm.

Well, this ship is expensive and expensive. The hull is engraved with everyone's spells, and it can still resist it effectively for a while, but when he struggles to stand firm, Yan Zhengming's heart sank, and his master and his boat are gone!

"Tell the boatman to retreat," Yan Zhengming quickly ordered the Taoist boy who was following him, "I have a 'thousand miles' in my luggage, and I'll take it for me... Cheng Qian, what are you going to do? Get out of here!"

It turned out that Yan Zhengming didn't pay attention. His junior brother Cheng Qian actually climbed onto the mast and looked around without fear of death.

Yan Zhengming rolled up his sleeves, took a step forward with his legs, raised his hand to hook Cheng Qian's waist, and personally carried him down.

Cheng Qian searched for Mu Chun Zhenren wholeheartedly. Before he could find his eyebrows, he suddenly got his feet off the ground like a chicken. He immediately struggled desperately: "What are you doing?"

Yan Zhengming hugged him with one hand and shouted into his ears: "I haven't asked you what you are doing yet!"

Cheng Qian: "I want to find a master!"

Yan Zhengming: "I think you are looking for death!"

Yan Zhengming made Cheng Qian angry. He caught a glimpse of Xue Qing who was found in a hurry, and hurriedly shouted to Xue Qing: "Ah... What's your name? Come here quickly, look at this kid for me, don't let him..."

Before the "Don't let him" could exit, the hull of the big ship was shocked again. The unknown Beimingjun and Jiang Peng actually started to move without saying a word after hello.

The water dragon came out of the water and sang for a long time. Even the unique ship of the Fuyao Sect could not help but tilt to the side. Yan Zhengming had no time to hand Cheng Qian over to Xue Qing. Before he fell, he closed his arms and firmly protected Cheng Qian in his arms. His back hit the cabin on the side. The talisman on the entire hull emitted an almost crazy "buzzing" .

One is a demon cultivator who can also bring Tang Zhen's soul into the Soul-Devouring Lamp, and the other is Beimingjun of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect. These two people started to fight, making the sentient beings on the sea like ants chasing with the wind and waves.

Yan Zhengming was in a panic and finally couldn't help but yell at his feelings.

Yan Zhengming: "I have long said I shouldn't go out!"

Cheng Qian raised his head with difficulty and accused: "You are stuck in my ribs."

Yan Zhengming climbed up with his hands and feet and put Cheng Qian into the cabin with his hands back: "It's because you are too short, my arms are only enough for your ribs!"

The protective talismans on the ship were fully opened, and it seemed to have become a precarious but extremely strong wind lamp in the storm. After this battle, I am afraid that Master Yan would never be able to correct the argument that "there is no good goods, and good goods are not cheap."

At this moment, Yan Zhengming took a breath and then he took a break from the battle.

With his power, of course he couldn't see anything clearly, but he couldn't help but remembered that he had heard a few words from Wenban. Hearing his meaning... This Beiming Lord should be a senior of his own sect. Although this senior fell into the devil's way, he was in his heart and even conquered his soul in the demon valley last time.

When he remembered that as soon as Yan Zhengming came out, he suddenly felt a little worried. The soul was less than one soul. The black shadow in front of them was probably just an incomplete soul at this time. The ghost realm happened to be the nemesis of the soul. The demon cultivator of the ghost realm seemed so difficult to mess with. Even if the Beiming Lord came in person, would he suffer a loss?

But the next moment, he felt that he was worried about eating carrots and the two demons fought. Who would suffer the loss? Yan Zhengming cleaned up his expression and was about to turn around and scold Cheng Qian. However, this time he turned around, Yan Zhengming was shocked to find that he had only walked for a moment, and Cheng Qian had disappeared!

At the same time, the lost water hole is still there.

Yan Zhengming didn't breathe at that time, and his stomach was filled with fear. He hurriedly searched around, fearing that these two little kids would be captured by the ghost of the demon cultivator or fall into the water in chaos.

"Young master, uncle and others!"

Yan Zhengming stumbled and ran past, and looked at the Taoist boy's fingers and saw Cheng Qian and Shuikeng running to the master's small broken boat without realizing it.

The junior sister had not had time to put away the wings on the back of the water pit, so she didn't have to think about how they got down. Yan Zhengming couldn't figure out how Cheng Qian communicated with her.

At this moment, the two demons confronted each other in the air. In such a solemn occasion, Yan Zhengming was inconvenient to snarl at the boat, and could only stare at Cheng Qian in the distance. He saw the little boy waved to himself indifferently on the small boat with water leaking on all sides. Yan Zhengming couldn't help but feel a stomachache.

He found that his "wen Jing" junior brother always had a sense of arrogance that puts life and death aside. No matter whether the sky collapses or the ground sinks, there are only a few people in him. Even if two big demons poke a hole in the sky, he can not take it back and just look for his master.

True Man Mu Chun was frightened by the two apprentices who suddenly flew over and turned his internal organs. He hurriedly shot out a ray of true energy, knocked down Shuikeng and Cheng Qian, and raised his hand to catch it.

Before he could get angry, Cheng Qian pulled his sleeve, and the first sentence was: "Master, you are not!"

Shuikeng echoed: "Ahhh!"

Mu Chun's real skin was pounding. On the one hand, he felt itchy and wanted to beat the two little kids up. On the other hand, he felt sour and soft when he was asked by Cheng Qian. He couldn't bear to beat them.

At this time, a scream came from the air, and Jiang Peng's body was almost transparent, and his chest seemed to be a cold flame. The black air like ink surged onto his face, and even Bai Lu Ren could not see it.

Mu Chun was stunned and murmured: "With his body as a lamp... is he completely crazy?"

Following this, Mu Chun's face changed, and he suddenly inserted the wooden sword in his hand into the deck of the boat. The wooden sword in his hand seemed to have become a sharp weapon of iron-cutting like mud, and went deep into the wooden board effortlessly. At the same time, the sea water on both sides suddenly rose up, forming a circle of water films, surrounding the master and apprentice.

The next moment, an indescribable scream suddenly erupted, and even the water film supported by Mu Chun Zhenren could not be blocked. The resentment as if thousands of ghosts were crying rushed to the sky. The dark clouds in the sky suddenly condensed, and it seemed like thunder appeared faintly. The sky curtain was like a cover, covering the sky and the sun. The King of Beiming seemed to be a bird flying in the sky, and the waves were as unmarked as nothing.

The ghosts became more and more rampant in the sky, and the thinner King of Beiming seemed to be. The blue sea of ​​tides were growing under his feet. He seemed to have become the most unruly thorn in the world.

Cheng Qianwang's back, and a moment of blessing comes to his heart - even if there are thousands of people, I will go.

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Tang Wanqiu's snow-bright sword light, the wood chips remaining at the master's fingertips and the back of Beiming Jun Gu Jue who was once... for a moment they all flashed past Cheng Qian, something flowed into his meridians that had been vaguely painful but had not yet recovered, and a sudden burst of pain all over his body.

True Man Mu Chun was shocked and caught Cheng Qian who had fallen suddenly. He didn't expect that he would enter into meditation for the first time under this situation. He was not afraid of whether he, a little disciple, was brave or was destined to take a dangerous path in the future.

However, the situation is not very safe. Every year, the fairy city is the East China Sea Island. This sea area is full of fairy mountains. It is a magical place. The excessively abundant spiritual energy will be sucked into Cheng Qian. It is like pouring an ocean of sea water into a small river, and his thin and weak meridians must be washed away.

The puddle was scared and the sound was gone. I stared blankly at the senior brother who suddenly curled up in pain.

In the air, Jiang Peng could not see his entire body. He turned into a huge soul-devouring lamp. Many ghosts were like willows floating in, and they were swept in by the ominous fire. Even the black fog on Beimingjun's body almost dissipated. But before anyone could see his true appearance, he suddenly went upstream and rushed past the soul-devouring lamp.

It pounced like a firefly and something suddenly rolled up in the water puddle, and the windless wave automatically floated up.

While taking care of Cheng Qian, Mu Chunzhen hurriedly hooked Shuikeng's clothes.

He just saw that the little fat girl had an extra belt that she didn't wear at any time. She didn't even have a waist, what belt she wanted? Mu Chun, the real person, reached out and grabbed the colorful silk, and pulled it down.

Mu Chun shook his wrist and shook a piece of wooden talisman from the colorful silk. It was a "tracking talisman" engraved by Cheng Qian's guidance.

Cheng Qian himself is a beginner, and he knows nothing about the big and small taboos and tricks in the talismans. Yan Zhengming is another two perfect knives. The two of them work together and have to fight from time to time. How could they carve out a correct tracking talisman?

As soon as Mu Chun swept over, he couldn't see what this thing was.

It doesn’t matter if the four-nothing is like, at most a piece of wooden strip is wasted, but what’s so bad is that this talisman with unknown effect seems to be touched at this moment!

Just as the Beiming Lord met the Soul-Devouring Lamp on a narrow road, the moment when the extremely bright and extremely dim collision between the air, the wooden strips that were not known as the spell suddenly burst out with a strong light, which rose from the spark and spread rapidly and soared into the air, colliding with the first falling thunder. For a moment, thousands of eyes were blinded, and the world was white.

Soon, the white light scattered, Beimingjun and Jiang Peng disappeared, and Zhenren Mu Chun and his two little disciples also disappeared, leaving only a pile of colorful silk broken into rags.

Cheng Qian suffered a severe pain like a thousand cuts, and when he felt that he was about to die, his whole body suddenly eased, and he seemed to hear crying, is it... the little junior sister?

He heard a man coaxing, "Shhh--Don't quarrel."

The crying in the water puddle gradually lowered, and everything around him gradually became hiding away. He first couldn't feel his limbs, and then he couldn't feel himself. He seemed to have sunk into some unknown place and truly merged with him.

It took not long before Cheng Qian woke up, and for a moment he felt unprecedented physical and mental comfort. The fatigue and secret injuries that had been over the past few days disappeared.

He let out a breath slowly, but when he opened his mouth again, he found that he had reached a place he didn't know.

It seems to be a valley, with an incredible tree in the valley, and the roots of the ground are enough. Under the tree, there is a corpse that has been woven over the years.

Next to the corpse was his little junior sister, Shuikeng, and a strange man.

Cheng Qian was shocked and supported himself with one hand: "You...sen, who are you?"

He knew this person, who was in half of the portrait he had seen on the second floor of the building, and there was a slender weasel under his feet, lying quietly on the ground, neither dead nor alive.

Shuikeng also looked at this "stranger" curiously. As a human being, half of hers didn't know the person in front of her, and half of hers who belonged to the demon were very familiar with him.

The "Stranger" turned to Cheng Qian and smiled slightly, "After closing and opening, can even your master recognize it?"

Cheng Qian's legs were already numb. After hearing the familiar voice of the stranger, he immediately sat down again: "Master?"

How could his master with long waist and short legs become such a human look?

She taught the word "Master" countless times, and Shuikeng could understand it. She was surprised and tilted her head, as if she had a little eyebrows and eyes. She looked like she was thinking in a daze, and a string of shiny saliva flowed.

The man with long clothes and wide sleeves sighed when he saw this, and wiped her saliva carefully like a mother, and complained in a nagging manner: "That is, your master, I don't mind you, little dirty girl, if you change your senior brother, you will have to stew you in a pot sooner or later."

This familiar tone immediately made Shuikeng regain the intimacy. She forgot what the master looked like before changing his face, happily "ahwu" and blurted the man's clean front with her tears.

Cheng Qian was in a thousand people at this moment. He felt like he was dreaming, so he could only ask from the most urgent question: "Master, what is this place? Why did you...have you become like this?"

True Man Mu Chun took out the small wooden strips that were broken into two pieces, threw them on Cheng Qian, and said angrily: "You still dare to ask me? What did you guys carve?"

Cheng Qianyi recognized the results of the three of them for half a night and said, "This... this is a tracking talisman."

True Man Mu Chun sighed: "Even half-baked guys like you dare to move the talisman that you have never seen before. You are so brave that you can drink... You have made more than one mistake in the tracking talisman, and it turned into a half-impossible soul-chasing talisman. It was useless, but I didn't expect that I was forcibly inspired by the Soul-Devouring Lamp and the soul of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect. It followed the soul of Beimingjun and chased the bone-burying place of Beimingjun."

Cheng Qian's eyes fell involuntarily on the skeletons on the big tree.

Is the bone belonging to Beiming?

No, is Beiming Jun dead?

Cheng Qian turned his mind and asked tentatively: "Master, do you know him?"

True Man Mu Chun smiled bitterly: "I only recognized the blessing of you for asking you guys."

He said, he took out another copper coin from his cuff and said, "Brother Wen Ya gave me a copper coin back then, but now only one is left."

His fingertips were so white that they shook against the rusty copper coins. Cheng Qian found that he was still used to his vulgar image of his two goatee. This man who seemed to have walked down the portrait looked like a distance that made him difficult to get close, as if he was about to return to the portrait the next moment.

The fingertips of Mu Chun's fingertips flicked gently on the copper coin, and a cloud of mist came out of the copper coin and became a Beiming Lord who was exactly the same as before.

True Man Mu Chun looked at the other person for a moment, then hugged the puddle and slowly knelt down, saying, "Master."
Chapter completed!