The grass is growing, orioles are flying, the willows are green, and there are a few peach blossoms. The Lantern Festival has just passed, and it is already March in the blink of an eye.
Shengzhou Prefecture is the closest state capital to Bianzhou Prefecture where the Demon Sect is located. Not only are the mountains high and the roads steep, the trees are lush and green, but there are also miasma. As spring gets stronger, the ice and snow on the mountains melt slightly and turn into gurgling streams.
Gurgling down from the peak, the melted ice and snow water is so clear that you can almost see the small fish swimming in the water.
Occasionally, a few herbivores would come to drink water from the stream. From time to time, birds would fly over in the sky, creating a scene of birds singing and flowers fragrant.
But dozens of miles away, in the valley at the foot of the mountain to the west, there was a different scene.
This place, called Devil's Valley by the locals, is really dangerous. The cliffs on both sides are like blades, cutting off the sunlight, so that the valley is dark, cold and humid all year round, and even the spring light cannot enter.
Every night, the poisonous miasma rises from the bottom of the valley and permeates the entire valley. It will not gradually dissipate until noon the next day. Therefore, there are few birds and animals in the valley. Instead, there are all kinds of poisonous insects, snakes, scorpions, spiders and toads.
I was so frightened when I saw a nest of snakes, let alone a whole valley full of snakes and insects. Therefore, the nearby mountain people did not dare to come here to cut firewood and hunt. Whenever anyone died here, it was because of the bites of insects and snakes.
, over time, this place became a forbidden place, where the devil in the hearts of the mountain people was born.
In the early morning of this morning, the sun was rising. The red sun had just revealed a trace of morning light on the top of the mountain, and it had already been swallowed up by the poisonous miasma. But outside the valley, two human figures rarely appeared.
The visitors were a young man and a woman. The man was no more than twenty-four or five years old. He was stout and strong, with a dark complexion and a naive appearance. He was wearing green and white ancient sword sect costumes and carrying a gun that looked like a sword behind his back.
A very heavy fairy sword.
The girl was only in her early twenties, with a veil on her face, a white dress, and a graceful figure. Her brows were delicate and elegant, with a hint of pity and euphemism.
Just listen to the young man say: "Xue'er, the poison here is very powerful, you should swallow this detoxifying pill."
The girl frowned, spit out her lotus tongue and said, "Brother, I took the elixir, what about you?"
The young man with thick eyebrows said naively: "I have thick skin and thick flesh, and those poisonous insects can't bite me through!"
The girl gave a "chi" smile and said angrily: "You said it lightly. What if I get bitten?"
The young man with thick eyebrows smiled, but did not say anything. After some preparations, they entered the Devil's Valley hand in hand. The girl was obviously afraid of so many poisonous insects, snakes and scorpions, and her pretty face was almost bloodless. Fortunately, the young man with thick eyebrows held her hand.
He held her hand and gave her the greatest support, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to persevere.
The thick-browed boy also noticed the girl's fear, and couldn't help but tighten his grip on her catkins, and said softly: "Let's find the golden thread snake quickly, so we don't have to stay here."
The girl said with a trembling voice: "It's all because of the bad medicine. It's obviously because of my poor medical skills. Instead, she said she didn't have enough medicinal materials and kept delaying..."
The young man with thick eyebrows also had some anger in his expression: "Junior brother has already gone, why is he still blaming the master? The master didn't provoke him, not to mention that the master has traveled to many places because of Mrs. Linghu's illness...
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When he said, "Junior brother has gone," a trace of tears flashed in the corner of his eyes. The girl knew that he was remembering the past again, so she couldn't help but whisper softly: "Brother, that has passed..."
The young man with thick eyebrows wiped his tears and said firmly: "Actually, I never believed that junior brother died so easily. He must still be alive!"
These two people were Wu Zhen and Nalan Ruoxue. They were still running around for Mrs. Linghu's condition. If it hadn't been for the incident four years ago, maybe Yao Lao would have awakened Mrs. Linghu. It was just the medicine.
He always felt sorry for his disciple, and was angry with Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Master, and refused to help him treat Mrs. Linghu anymore. Fortunately, he still had the ethics of a doctor, and did not make Mrs. Linghu's condition worse, but just kept delaying and refused to take action.
It's just treatment. If it hadn't been for that, I'm afraid Mrs. Linghu would have woken up two years ago.
When Wu Zhen said this, he was still full of anger: "His disciple is a disciple, so my junior brother is not my master's disciple?" He was not very clear-minded and his words were a bit convoluted, but the meaning was still very clear. Wu Zhen just looked down on him.
What's more, he never believed that Linghu Heng would do such a thing. He said angrily: "Two years ago, we went to Yaoshen Valley to see their wedding. There was nothing wrong with Lingyao's face.
happy?"
What Wu Zhen was talking about was that two years ago, two of Yao Lao's disciples, Lingyao and Lingyu, got married, and they invited fellow Taoists to attend the ceremony. The Taoist Taoist Taoist was heartbroken for his disciples, so he did not keep the appointment, so he sent Wu Zhen to go.
Wu Zhen went to the banquet and was humiliated by the disciples of Yaoshen Valley. He was very angry. He was an honest man and could not fight with others. In anger, he sent back before the wedding was over. Looking back on this matter, Wu Zhen still
He is not angry at the Yaoshengu disciples for humiliating him, but he cares about them humiliating Linghu Heng. In Wu Zhen's eyes, Linghu Heng is already dead, and you still won't let him go. No wonder Wu Zhen, an honest man, is angry.
What's more, when he saw Ling Yu marrying Ling Yao, there was no trace of displeasure on his face? Wu Zhen felt strange. His mind was not clear and he couldn't think of a reason, but it didn't mean that he couldn't remember it.
At this time, Nalan Ruoxue advised: "Brother, don't be angry, let's find the Golden Thread Snake quickly!"
Wu Zhen's anger came and went quickly, especially when Nalan Ruoxue was by his side. Wu Zhen held Nalan Ruoxue's hand tightly and said softly: "Xue'er, you are the best!"
Nalan Ruoxue didn't expect Wu Zhen's thoughts to turn so fast. Although there was no one around, her cheeks turned red with embarrassment and she said angrily: "Brother!"
Wu Zhen giggled twice and concentrated on looking for the golden snake.
At this time, a voice came from outside the valley: "The young couple is so in love, but it's a pity that they found the wrong place to fall in love!"
Wu Zhen and Nalan Ruoxue turned around at that moment and looked in the direction of the sound. They saw an old man dressed strangely walking out of the cover of the poisonous miasma. They saw that the old man was wearing a bamboo hat.
Wearing a black cloak, his face was wrinkled and pale under the cloak. His face was pale, his body was slender, and he had a frown on his face, as if the whole world owed him money. When he sneered, his face was bent downwards.
The corners of his mouth were raised, which was uglier than crying.
He held a soul-calling flag in his hand, with a pale red surface oozing out from it. Several skulls were embroidered on the flag, and there was also a Tai Chi Universe talisman on it, and the edges were inlaid with patterns of white bones.
Wu Zhen and Nalan Ruoxue naturally did not recognize this person, but this person recognized the ancient sword sect clothes that Wu Zhen was wearing.
This man is one of the famous scattered demons in the demon world, "Calling Soul Banner" Feng Zhen, and he lives up to his name, and he must retaliate. He was originally a close friend of the two demons of Slaughter, but he learned that they were killed by the ancient sword sect in Yulin Fairyland.
When his disciples were killed, he naturally became angry with the Ancient Sword Sect. Over the past few years, no less than two digits of the Ancient Sword Sect's disciples had died under his command, and they were extremely vicious people. In addition, his cultivation had reached the stage of becoming a god.
His whereabouts are mysterious, and it is very difficult for Zhengdao to destroy him. His "soul-calling banner" requires blood and poison to maintain its power. Over the past few decades, he has plundered all the poison in Bianzhou Prefecture. I learned this not long ago
There were many poisons everywhere, but unexpectedly he met the disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect whom he hated the most. It seemed that a fierce battle was inevitable!
However, the Demon Sect has been booming in recent years, and many loose demons have been absorbed into the Demon Sect. Feng Zhen was not to be outdone. After joining the Demon Sect, he became even more ferocious, and many disciples from the Six Holy Lands died under him.
Under the "soul-calling flag".
Wu Zhen frowned. He naturally knew that the people in front of him were from the devil's path. The righteous path and the devil's path have been incompatible since ancient times. It was reasonable for Feng Zhen to want to kill them. Wu Zhen was polite and cupped his hands and said: "I don't know.
Who is the senior?"
Fengjuan said coldly: "You don't need to know my name. If you really want to know, go to hell and ask King Yama!"
Nalan Ruoxue's knowledge was much higher than Wu Zhen's. She looked at Feng Zhen's "soul-calling flag" and suddenly thought of a person, and spat out: "You are the 'soul-calling flag' Feng Zhen!"
Feng Zhen was a little surprised to see Nalan Ruoxue calling him out by name: "Young girl, you do have some knowledge!"
Nalan Ruoxue said in a low voice: "This Feng Zhuan is truly a lunatic, and his 'soul-calling flag' is extremely vicious. We'd better run away!"
Wu Zhen hesitated for a moment: "But what about the golden snake?"
Nalan Ruoxue said anxiously: "What time of year is it now? Do you still care about this?"
However, Feng Zhen didn't give them a chance to escape at all. At this moment, he rushed up and said with a sinister smile: "Still want to run? Leave it to me!" I saw a wave of the "summoning flag" in his hand, and several ghosts appeared.
The shadow then rushed out, with pitiful screams heard endlessly, attacking Wu Zhen and Nalan Ruoxue separately!
Although Wu Zhen was a little dull, his skills were really good. After pulling out the "Zhishui" fairy sword, he protected him and Nalan Ruoxue with the "Taiyue Handle" move, and said angrily: "Senior, we are not the same."
No offense intended, why do you always hurt others? Xueer, this is unreasonable for me, let’s go!”
Feng Zhen couldn't help but be surprised when he saw Wu Zhen catching his banner easily. Although he didn't use all his strength, he still used 50% of his strength, and thought to himself: "When did the Ancient Sword Sect have such a difficult young man?"
Junior?"
He was angrily scolded by Wu Zhen to his face, and said with a sneer on his withered face: "It's not that easy to slip away from me!" Feng Zhen was easily picked up by a young man, and he felt that he had made a fool of himself, and he became angry, "
"Calling Soul Banner" raised up, and suddenly the dark wind roared in the Devil's Valley, and the poisonous miasma rolled, and even rushed towards Wu Zhen and Nalan Ruoxue!
Seeing this, Nalan Ruoxue quickly took out the "Protective Tower" given by Feng Leiyu from her sleeves, and a soft light shone under her head, protecting herself and Wu Zhen.
Wu Zhen held the fairy sword in his hand, looked at Feng Quan and asked in confusion: "Senior, we have no grievances, why are we forcing each other so hard?"
Feng Zhen's two attempts were in vain, and he said angrily: "I just don't like you people from well-known and upright families. What do you think? I'm not convinced?"
Nalan Ruoxue struggled to support the "protection tower" and whispered: "Brother, he is a lunatic. It's useless for you to say anything!"
Wu Zhen smiled bitterly and said: "Senior, since you can't let us go, then I have no choice but to offend you!"
He used the starting position of the "Thirteen Ancient Sword Styles", and the "Zhishui" fairy sword guarded the door and moved towards Fengzhen.
Feng Zhen saw that Wu Zhen was as steady as a mountain, his momentum was calm, and there was no flaw to be found. He didn't dare to attack blindly, otherwise he would accidentally overturn the boat. He squeezed the magic formula with both hands, and blood surged on the "summoning flag"
, suddenly hundreds of skulls howled and flew out. The pale skulls showed a humane look of cruelty and rushed towards Wu Zhen. (To be continued)