Lu Yeqing caught him by surprise, killed his master and senior brother, flew to the Rakshasa Peak, mustered up the courage, exhausted all his strength, and shouted out the desire in his heart. Then he felt that he was surrounded by a black mist, carrying himself, lightly towards the surging waves.
Moving away from the abyss of boundless ghost energy, holding the bones tightly in his hand, fragments of the past in Baicao appeared in front of his eyes like lightning.
When I was young, I escaped from being chased by my enemies and hid in the deep mountains and old forests. I almost died. Fortunately, I met Ge Xianweng who was returning from collecting herbs. I rescued him and brought him back to the mountain gate. On the first night, I slept in the same room with my senior brother.
The elder brother told me many fairy tales to my frightened self...
In the Baicao Gate, I and my brothers were by the lotus pond, feeding the colorful goldfish in the pond. In the afternoon, I couldn't recite the Baicao Jue, so I was made to stand by the master.
When I found the Qi machine and absorbed the spiritual power between heaven and earth into my body just one month later than my senior brother, I felt the ecstasy, the congratulatory and envious expressions of my master and my brothers...
Also, when he first mastered his martial arts, he left the mountain and returned to his hometown to avenge his grievances. The ferocious master of the Golden Sword Sect back then looked at his thirty-six kilogram simple sword and turned it into a puddle of molten iron with the slightest touch of his finger.
Falling to the ground, looking at himself in despair...
Oh, and I fought with a monk and was forced to die, but I accidentally found a book of ghost cultivation techniques among the bones. I couldn't help but be attracted by its power. In the desperate situation, I couldn't help but start practicing secretly.
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When the black mist around him dissipated, and the pressure on his body lightened, he saw an old man in black robes, sitting on a big rock. Although he was still more than ten meters away, his figure completely occupied his eyes and was deeply impressed on him.
In my heart, the fragments of memories just now were washed away completely.
The old man in black robe was sitting there so casually, but the light around him seemed to be distorted. As far as Lu Yeqing could see, he saw countless figures of the old man, overlapping one another, insubstantial and real. It seemed that this old man was the only one here.
The cold breath of the master above made the bones of the master and senior brother in his hands glow with a faint white light. Lu Yeqing was excited, took a step forward, lowered his head and clasped his fists, "Junior Lu Yeqing, pay my respects to the senior."
However, the old man did not make any pretense and said calmly, "Sit down. Wen will give you an hour to collect your mind and restore your skills. After an hour, attack the restriction behind me. If you can do it within a stick of incense,
If you break it, I will accept you as my disciple."
Lu Yeqing, without saying a word, stepped aside with his fists clasped, found a flat place, closed his eyes and meditated.
...
Lu Yeqing betrayed his master, fell into the ghost way, and threw himself into the real spirit old ghost monk on Rakshasa Peak. This incident was like a signal bomb that blinded everyone.
All the monks who have not entered the six peaks stand in one place according to their sects.
The elders, with their stern eyes, secretly glanced at the disciples who they thought were lacking in moral character and had grudges. The magical weapons in their hands flashed with brilliance, as if they could punish unscrupulous people and evil spirits at any time.
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The disciples knew the seriousness of the situation, and they stood there in a dignified manner, but each of them held their heads high and chests high, seeming to use body language to silently express their innocence and respect for their master.
loyalty.
Among the six peaks of Lushan Mountain, which are shaped like six awns, on a hill near the Demon Prisoner Peak, a group of monks, men and women, less than twenty people in total, were all dressed in white clothes with purple borders and a light embroidered on their chests.
Purple flying sword. The leader is a couple. The man looks to be in his early forties, with a hooked nose, fair face and no beard. His cultivation level is around the first level of a real person. The woman is in her thirties and her cultivation level is at the eighth level of the mortal world.
up and down.
Ever since the Five Demons of Southern Gansu opened a restriction and entered the Demon Prisoner Peak, there has been no movement. The man had his hands behind his back and looked up at the Demon Prisoner Peak. He was motionless and didn't know what he was looking at.
Maybe you don't see anything, just standing there like a statue.
Because they were so close, the ink clouds dancing in the wind on Demon Prisoner Peak were like stormy waves, hitting them from time to time. But the man was like a sharp sword firmly embedded in the rock, motionless, and the black clouds reached half a meter outside his body.
If you are anywhere, it will be difficult to bully even half an inch.
Suddenly, the man who was paying full attention trembled slightly in his ears, and his whole body also emitted a monstrous aura. A faint purple energy tore a big hole in Mo Yun in front of him.
The woman standing on the side saw this and was about to step forward, but she saw that the sword energy emanating from the man's body had restrained as before. In such a short time, if the woman hadn't happened to be standing on the side, she would have attacked the Ziyang Sword again.
The method is so familiar that it may be difficult to detect it.
"Senior brother, what's the news?"
The man slowly turned around and shook his head slightly.
The woman felt inexplicably relieved, "This place is too close to the Demonic Peak. Although you and I are not afraid, some of the disciples below are still in low cultivation. I am afraid that over time, it will be difficult to resist this boundless demonic energy. We still have to do something else.
Find a place to stay."
The man sighed, "Otherwise, where else can I find a place to stay?" Then he coldly snorted to the disciples below who were gritting their teeth, "On weekdays, my master requires you to practice diligently.
All of them are honored
Yin violation. My wife and I have used the aura-filled water on this mountain to set up the Yin Gui Spirit Gathering Formation. If you still can't stand it, don't report it, just go back to receive your punishment. Don't be afraid and lose me, Ziyang.
The face of the door!"
It turns out that this man's name is Yue Feiyang, and he is the current sect leader of the Ziyang Sect in the Yandang Mountains in the southeast. The woman is his wife, named Li Mingshan. The Ziyang Sect is originally a famous sect in the southeast, and its founder, Ziyang Zhenren, has a Ziyang Sword.
, upright and awe-inspiring, subduing demons and eliminating demons,
It is famous all over the world. Unfortunately, in recent years, the leader of the Ziyang Sect has secretly participated in the anti-Yuan activities, and together with the previous leader, many senior masters have been defeated. Now, it has declined and has become the lowest. The entire sect, the real cultivator
For this reason, only Yue Feiyang is the one.
Previously, the Lushan Grand Formation was opened, and Yue Feiyang and Li Mingshan came in with their disciples, along with the monks from all over the world. Who would have thought that the six peaks each have their own belongings, and they would not be able to go up easily. And in the great formation, except for the six peaks, the middle
There is a large open space, and beyond the open space is a vast sea of clouds. There are occasionally some hills of different sizes in the sea of clouds.
At first, everyone was in the open space in the middle. Later, they started to temporarily compete for their own territory. Yue Feiyang knew that his sect was weak, so he took the initiative to move out. Unexpectedly, there were too many monks and too few places to stay, so he was squeezed out.
We arrived close to the Demon Prisoner Peak.
The Yin Gang Peak, Prisoner Demon Peak, and Rakshasa Peak are no better than Lianfa Peak, Qingjing Peak, and Haoran Peak. No one is willing to take the initiative to approach. After all, at least everyone is an upright person on the surface. Send experts to test and break it.
Restriction is another matter. Disciples with varying levels of cultivation are best stationed far away.
At this moment, Yue Feiyang snorted coldly, and the disciples below knew that he was still angry after being stunned at the Demon Prisoner Peak for a while, and none of them dared to speak. They had to desperately use their skills and rely on Yin Gui Ju.
The spiritual energy of the spiritual array is replenished to resist the endless black demonic attacks.
One or two of them stood there, their figures swaying, their eyes slightly bulging. Apparently they were not only unable to block the black wind blowing from the Demon Prisoner Peak, but were also blocked by the traces of demonic energy that kept intruding into their bodies.
Tortured, struggling to hold on.
Li Mingshan, a prostitute, saw it and couldn't bear it. She anxiously said to Yue Feiyang, "Brother, you see Han Shuang and Qian Liang can't hold it anymore. The evil energy has begun to invade their bodies. If they don't let them leave, they will
It’s too late.”
Qian Liang, the elder, was trembling and shouted incoherently, "Master, I can still bear it. I use the Purple Yang Magic to protect my heart, veins and consciousness, and the evil energy can't do anything to Junior Brother Han and me."
Junior Brother Han, whom Li Mingshan referred to as Han Shuang, was speechless. The demonic energy slowly seeped in. Although he could use his spiritual power to expel it like his senior brothers, his cultivation level was low.
I just went through all the trouble
With the power of his body, one point of demonic energy was expelled from his body, and two more points came in from the outside. At this moment, Han Shuang only felt that his whole body was swollen and painful, and his consciousness began to be a little blurry.
become blurry.
Suddenly, Han Shuang heard a scream from Senior Sister Hao next to him, and then everyone screamed in surprise.
"Junior Brother Han, what's wrong with you? You have to hold on!" Qian Liang shouted, grabbing his left hand tightly and grinning.
"Han Shuang!" This was the voice of the master's wife, Li Mingshan.
...
Han Shuang shook his head suddenly, woke up, smiled at the sad-looking Master's Wife, "Master's Wife, I'm fine." He stood in the wind, straightening his chest, and didn't feel the sharp wind like a knife.
"There are actually demon cultivators in the Ziyang Sect. Sect Master Yue, would you like Pindao to help you clean up the sect?" A disgusting voice sounded, and then a figure flew towards where Han Shuang was.
Han Shuang looked up and saw that the person who came had long eyebrows and wide mouth, was wearing a purple gold Taoist robe, and was holding a red sword. It was the man who had forced the master back earlier, so that everyone in the Ziyang Sect had to come to the place closest to the Demon Prisoner Peak.
Bitterness on the hill
Ke Wuwei, the leader of the Huanzhen Dao Sect, was struggling to resist the black wind! He couldn't help but feel anger in his heart, and he didn't know where the courage came from. He flew up, raised the long sword in his right hand, and stabbed Ke Wuwei fiercely like a shooting star.
go.
"How brave! The little devil actually dared to assassinate me!" Na Ke was not angry but happy. The red sword in his hand emitted a dark red light and he swung it towards Han Shuang.
Everyone in Ziyang Clan screamed in shock, only to see the iron sword in Han's hands melting inch by inch.
"Sect Master Ke, it is not the turn of outsiders to take care of the affairs of the Ziyang Clan!" I saw Yue Feiyang flying up quickly with a purple sword in his hand. He firmly blocked Ke Wuwei's red sword. Then, with his left hand, he
Turn over and press Han Shuang on his chest, knocking him away from the distance.
Even so, it was half a beat too late. Han Shuang's sword eyebrows were burned to ashes, and his white and tender face was covered with blood bubbles. While groaning in pain, he couldn't help but fly towards the direction of Demon Prisoner Peak.
"Junior Brother Han (Han Shuang)!"
Han Shuang opened his eyes again, and saw that the wind around him was getting stronger and stronger, the clouds and mist were getting darker and darker, his wife, senior brother Qian and others were getting further and further away from him, and the figure of his master Yue Feiyang was also looming, and in the end he only had a complicated look on his face.
of a face.
"Master, Master!" Han Shuang murmured to himself, suddenly feeling a cramp in his chest, and his eyesight completely darkened.
In the distance, Li Mingshan looked at Han Shuang, scattering the blood while staring at herself. Later, like a kite with its string broken, it became smaller and smaller, farther and farther away, and finally disappeared into the boundless darkness.
middle.
From Lianfa Peak, which seemed so close but actually far away in the horizon, there was a gentle sigh, followed by a low Buddha's name. It seemed to be a moment of enlightenment, and it seemed to be a belated salvation.
Li Mingshan and others burst into tears.
Prisoner Demon Peak is still silent, as if silence and darkness are the best answers.
As the saying goes
Where can I hide in the vast sea of clouds? Where is Shanshan's wife?
The Demon Prisoner Peak reveals true feelings, and there is no light in the boundless wind and moon.