Crow Ridge is a mountain that looks like it has been cut by a knife. After crossing Crow Ridge, you will find a misty plain, with a blood river bypassing the foot of the mountain.
At this time, a fierce and chaotic battle was taking place by the Blood River. The first thing that came into view was a ghost-clawed banyan tree with black and red branches. It was weakly waving its branches. Its body was covered with scars, and the trunk was broken in half.
There was a big gash, oozing blood-like fluid.
Just around it, Yunzheng was facing the attacks of three monks one-on-three, while also avoiding the attacks of a group of ghost soldiers.
The ghost soldiers were dressed in tattered armor and helmets that covered their entire heads. Their eyes were like deep black holes, and their bodies were covered in black. They were holding various weapons and were in groups of three or five. Although their cultivation was not high,
, but with proper coordination, the back and forth also caused a lot of trouble for Yunzheng and the other three people.
Yun Zheng's sword intent was vertical and horizontal, and the icy blue sword light brought out flying snowflakes, which circled around a group of soldier ghosts. After the black air burst out, the tattered armor and helmets rolled to the ground.
His eyes were silvery white, and his body moved to the side without any warning. The ground he was standing on suddenly collapsed, spewing out lava-like fire. Another sword slashed off a golden ring that was attached to his head, and the long sword flew away.
When he came out, the cold sword energy caused another group of soldiers to rush over. A layer of white frost quickly appeared on their bodies, and their movements became extremely sluggish.
The ice-blue long sword ignored them and flashed over their heads. The sword energy suddenly exploded, scattering all the wisps of fog around it.
The middle-aged monk who was hiding in the fog and casting spells was shocked when he saw this. When he flew to avoid the sword light, he stretched out his hand and the surrounding fog flowed into his hand like mercury. In the blink of an eye, it condensed into a crackling fog sword that flashed with lightning.
.
The fog sword was completely black, solid and thick, and there were electric lights like small snakes crawling on the sword.
"Hehe, boy, you are too young! Don't think that your sword is powerful because it is powerful. Let you try my Thunder Mist Sword!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hands and used the fog sword in his hand to face the ice-blue Pilian who was chasing behind him.
"Really?" Yun Zheng showed a hint of sneer. He slipped his foot and dodged a whirling whirlwind without even looking. At the same time, the ice blue sword light suddenly deviated in a direction and passed by the fog sword.
After that, it seemed to shoot away in an uninhabited direction.
The middle-aged monk felt confused. In the midst of his doubts, he saw one of his companions accidentally hit by a branch swung by the Ghost-clawed Banyan Tree. His body rolled to the ground and then rolled up. When he raised his head, he suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill running through his body.
, in his suddenly enlarged pupils, an ice blue sword came closer and closer.
The middle-aged monk felt as if he had seen a ghost. He watched helplessly as his companion was being cut off by Yun Zheng's sword, as if he had fallen under Yun Zheng's sword himself!
"You, you..." the middle-aged monk stammered and was speechless.
Yunzheng's silver eyes flickered twice, sweat flowed down his cheeks, and returned to a pair of dark eyes.
The Eye of Spiritual Rhythm is a talent that comes with Yun Zheng's Immortal Physique, Spiritual Rhythm Body. There is a certain chance that he can see what will happen in the next few breaths! However, this technique consumes a lot of oneself, so after killing one person to relieve the pressure,
, Yunzheng immediately put it away.
He glanced at the man mockingly, and smashed the ghost of a soldier who rushed forward into ice cubes with one palm, his sword aura on his body was awe-inspiring.
But at this moment, he heard a string of ringtones, and he suddenly shook, feeling that the scenery in front of him was all spinning.
Yunzheng, who felt something bad in his heart, broke into a cold sweat and tried hard to get rid of the disturbance in his mind caused by the sound of the bell.
When he came to his senses again, he saw a figure in Xuanyi standing in front of him, with golden fire feathers flying in the air. In the distance, the male cultivator who had just attacked him frantically shook the broken bell in his hand, and a blue long sword appeared in the air.
Flash, a black hole appeared between the man's eyebrows, his eyes froze and he knelt down.
Yun Zheng murmured: "Liu Qinghuan..."
The figure in Xuan Yi controlled the blue long sword and slashed at the middle-aged monk on the other side. When he had time to look back at him, a sickly and unfamiliar white face appeared and smiled at him: "Are you still stunned?"
Yun Zheng's mouth twitched, and he became energetic. He stepped to his side, pinched the sword in his hand, and the ice blue sword that was originally parked in the air suddenly streaked across the sky, joining the ranks of those chasing the middle-aged monks.
He couldn't help but crack a big smile, but habitually laughed: "I said your face is too ugly, can't you become more handsome? It's not as pleasing to the eye as your own face!"
Liu Qinghuan chuckled and did not reply. The two of them worked together and quickly killed the middle-aged monk, and the remaining dozens of ghost soldiers were also killed one by one.
The young monk Jingjue hurried over, held up his Zen staff and ran to the tattered armor, and began to save the remaining souls one by one, but his eyes looked curiously at the two people standing side by side from time to time.
Liu Qinghuan took back the Po Gang Golden Lotus and Qingying Sword and looked at Yun Zheng.
Yun Zheng also looked at him.
The two looked at each other and laughed. Liu Qinghuan opened her hands with joy.
I still remember that on the deathbed of Duanyuan, Yun Zheng still disliked Liu Qinghuan's hug, but this time he also opened his hands.
After many years of separation, the two brothers finally embraced each other excitedly.
"Yunzheng!"
"Liu Qinghuan!"
"haven't seen you for a long time!"
They met when they were young and embarked on the road of cultivating immortals together. Because of pursuing the great road, they were separated in two places most of the time, each busy with their own things, but they never forgot the most sincere friendship in their youth.
Now after many years of separation, Liu Qinghuan has been wandering in the Saofeng Continent for more than ten years. He never expected to meet Yun Zheng again in such a far away place. The excitement and joy in his heart were hard to describe, and he only patted Yun Zheng's back a few times.
, there was also a heavy slap on his back.
After a while, the two of them let go, their eyes a little red.
Yun Zheng turned his head to hide it, then turned around and returned to his usual arrogant expression, snorting: "I thought you were dead! Back then, I even made a special trip to the Wenshi Sect..."
"Ah, have you looked for me at Wenshi Sect?" Liu Qinghuan asked quickly: "Have you met my master? How is he, and how is Wenshi Sect?"
"They are very nice, but your master is very worried about you!" Yun Zheng said: "When you disappeared, your master was furious and had a big fight with the Shaoyang sect Minghua Zhenjun who came to visit him, which caused the entire world of immortal cultivation to be angry.
sensation."
True Lord Minghua is Zhou Xiaoqing’s elder.
Liu Qinghuan blinked away the moisture in his eyes: "I made you worry..."
"It's good that you know!" Yun Zheng glared at him and asked, "Why did you run so far away?"
Liu Qinghuan briefly told the story about how he accepted the sect's mission to go to the Eastern Wilderness Sea, and then Zhou Xiaoqing threw the mana crystal out of resentment and attracted the Penglai Chelag Turtle.
"Hey, the Penglai clawed turtle!" Yun Zheng's eyes shone: "This is a legendary beast on the same level as the true dragon, god and phoenix. I really don't know if your luck is good or bad. You can still survive when you meet the Penglai clawed turtle.
Survive.”
"The Penglai chelicera turtle has the ability to travel through space. I couldn't escape at that time, so I could only hide on its back, and then it took me to the Sao Feng Continent." Liu Qinghuan said, asking Yunzheng a little eagerly: "What about you?
How did you get here?"
At this time, Jingjue completed his salvation of the remnant soul and walked up to the two of them, holding up a wooden sign: "Is that tree over there called the Ghost Claw Banyan Tree?"