I don't know how long it took, but Han Shuang slowly woke up from the endless pain, opened his eyes, and found himself lying in a cave.
The cave was very simple, with nothing but an unknown animal skin spread under him and a medium-sized luminous pearl; but the faint fragrance in the air hinted that the owner of the cave was
A woman.
Han Shuang struggled to get up, but before he could reach the entrance of the cave, he fell to the ground again. When the cold stone made him unbearable, he woke up a little and thought of his wife and the words of Senior Brother Qian.
Exclaiming and screaming, the complicated and indifferent look in the eyes of the master and his fellow disciples who practiced together were really Dao Ke Wuwei's vicious sword. In the end, he was knocked away by the master's palm...
Han Shuang suddenly had a cold war, and now he was in the Devil's Prison Peak! Since ancient times, good and evil have always been incompatible, and now he was in a miserable situation.
At this time, a beautiful figure floated in from outside the cave silently like a ghost, and stopped in front of Han Shuang. The fragrance on her body was exactly the same as that in the cave. Han Shuang raised his head with difficulty, but unfortunately the woman was wearing a
The human skin mask makes it difficult to see the true face.
"Thank you, senior, for saving your life." Han Shuang crawled on the ground, only to realize that his throat was damaged due to Ke Wuwei's Red Sun Thunder Sword, and his voice was extremely hoarse.
The woman looked at Han Shuang at her feet, raised her hand, brought up a gust of wind, and swept him to the place where he was lying just now. Han Shuang realized that this was exactly what he had been fighting against outside, and then was ruthlessly beaten.
The black wind invaded the body and finally swept him to the Demon Prisoner Peak.
Seeing the woman extending her finger and pointing at him again, Han Shuang had a bad feeling and hurriedly twisted his body, "No!"
The woman retracted her hand and said just now, "The demonic energy has invaded your internal organs. If you don't let me use the Nether Demonic Finger, half an hour later, the demonic energy enters the brain and you will become unconscious."
The monster exploded and died within a few days."
This woman's tone was very calm, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her, but Han Shuang somehow felt a hint of concern.
After a long silence, Han Shuang asked, "What if I let you use the Nether Demon Finger?"
"If the spiritual energy in your body is completely transformed into demonic energy, under my guidance, you can practice demonic techniques and become a demon cultivator." The woman had not finished speaking.
Han Shuang yelled angrily on the ground, "No, I don't want to be a demon cultivator, I want to be a righteous cultivator of Ziyang Clan!" His limbs slapped hard on the cold stone ground, like fish on a chopping board.
The woman seemed to have expected Han Shuang's reaction, so she drew a circle and walked away.
Han Shuang watched the woman fly out of the cave. The circle she drew at random turned into a mirror, reflecting his own face: a bumpy face covered with traces of flesh and blood, which made him shudder and his eyebrows burned.
The most frightening thing is that his eyes turned green, and his whole body seemed to turn black, not the kind of burnt black, but the kind of black that seemed to be born with him!
"Ah! -" Han Shuang screamed hoarsely like a fish out of water, and his body twisted softly on the ground for a while, then fell silent again.
The woman floated back to the cave and looked at Han Shuang who was unconscious again. She was silent for a moment and finally walked over. She slowly stretched out her right hand and pointed at the wind, covering all the major points in Han Shuang's body.
..
Outside the Demon Prisoner Peak, Li Mingshan was crying like a tearful person. All the disciples of the Ziyang Sect were immersed in grief.
Although everyone worked together and used the Yingui Spirit Gathering Formation to repel the Huanzhen Dao Ke Wuwei, what was the use? Junior Brother Han Shuang had become possessed by the devil, entered the Demon Prisoner Peak, and was nowhere to be found.
Yue Feiyang had a sullen face. His sect disciple Han Shuang became a demon. He was forced by Ke Wuwei and had to throw him into the Demon Prisoner Peak. In any case, it was not a glorious thing. After a few words of relief to Li Mingshan, Yue Fei said
Positive
, flew over the disciples of the Ziyang Clan, "The six peaks of Mount Lu are dangerous and dangerous, and it is not advisable to stay for a long time. As the sect leader, I order you to return to the mountain gate immediately." He paused and looked at Li Mingshan affectionately, "Elder Li will lead the team.
"
"Senior brother?" Li Mingshan hesitated to speak.
Yue Feiyang waved to Li Mingshan, "Junior Sister, I will accompany you to escort everyone back first. When the time comes, if anything happens here, I will notify Junior Sister and all my colleagues." His tone was sonorous and powerful, with a hint of no doubt.
.
After a while, the monks on Mount Lu saw people up and down the Ziyang Gate. Under the leadership of Yue Feiyang and Li Mingshan, they slowly flew out of the formation, descended from Mount Lu, and flew towards Yandang Mountain.
The hilltop where Ziyang Gate was located was deserted. The many monks who stayed behind looked at the Demon Prisoner Peak, not wanting to get into this bad luck. The hilltop remained empty.
..
Rakshasa Peak, under a cliff, a thin middle-aged man is floating in the air, dancing like transparent palms, and is constantly hitting a gray hole in the cliff. The hole, which is half a man high,
Extending outward, there is a small and narrow open space, like a hanging coffin; on the edge of this open space, sitting in the air, is an old man in black robe, facing the young man and the cave entrance that is constantly emitting black gas.
It was Lu Yeqing and the Black Dragon Envoy.
Suddenly, the black dragon envoy snorted coldly, and Lu Yeqing's face changed, revealing a ruthless expression. Black smoke rose up from his palms, gradually turning into crystal white bones. It seemed that all the flesh and blood on his palms had disappeared with the black smoke.
With his crystal-clear fingers, like palms and claws, wrapped in thick black smoke, Lu Yeqing fiercely patted down the hole.
With a snap, the cave entrance opened, and a strong corpse aura rushed towards his face. After struggling hard, he was already exhausted. Seeing this, Lu Yeqing hurriedly took two deep breaths, sat aside, and recovered his power.
Ten breaths later, the voice of the Black Dragon Envoy came to his ears, "Follow me." Han Shuang hurriedly stopped exercising and stood up. Seeing the Black Dragon Envoy's silhouette gradually blurring in the cave, he did not dare to stay and flew in after him.
Along the way, Feifei stopped, and Lu Yeqing followed the black dragon envoy. The more he looked, the more frightened and envious he became. The true spirit ghost cultivator in front of him seemed to know everything. No matter what kind of restriction, he could tell it at a glance.
The key points are located, and the cultivation of the skills is even more mysterious. Often, a casual finger can have earth-shattering effects. Moreover, the ghost energy is strong and the demeanor is extraordinary. It is obviously an extremely superior authentic ghost method.
Halfway up the mountain, the Black Dragon Envoy stopped and looked back in the direction of Qingjing Peak without saying a word. Lu Yeqing stood respectfully behind him, standing with his hands lowered. At this moment, he was on Qingjing Peak, and there were restrictions and obstacles.
My own cultivation is not enough, and I don’t know what happened on Qingjing Peak. Are the Quanzhen Sect and the Zhengyi Sect fighting again?
Lu Yeqing could only think about these things in his mind, but he did not dare to say anything to disturb the old man in front of him. But soon, Han Shuang saw a sharp sword light coming from the direction of Qingjing Peak, and this sword energy was accompanied by a faint sound.
The sound of the dragon's roar pierced through the layers of black fog on Rakshasa Peak, flashed in front of his eyes, and then disappeared.
The black dragon envoy standing in front smiled and said, "Yellow Dragon Sword!" Then he waved his sleeves, led Lu Yeqing, stepped forward, and said with his back to Lu Yeqing, "Ghost paths also have immortality. Previously, you were reluctant to let go.
To sacrifice the bones of your master and senior brother, you have to spend your own hands and blood. Wen, I don't like it, but I like it. But you have to have a choice after all."
Lu Yeqing looked at his skeletal hands with a complicated expression.
But I heard the black dragon envoy flying forward slowly while singing, "There are no guests from home three thousand miles away. For seven hundred years, I have been in the clouds and water. I have traveled all over Penglai as a guest house, and the roads have become rubble and are filled with gold. I will always stay in the guest room."
Wine, there is spring in the chemical furnace.
There is no need to worry about seeking teachers with accumulated virtue, because heaven and earth are not intimately related." He looked like a scholar of letters, and what he was singing was exactly Lu Chunyang's poem.
..
On Qingjing Peak, there was a huge sword lying there, with dragon shadows flying around it. Its vertical and horizontal sword energy shot straight into the sky. After a while, it disappeared after making bursts of dragon roars.
Between the Green Bamboo Temple and the Moon Viewing Pool, there is a hundred-foot stone wall, which is extremely smooth and seems to have been formed by a sword swing from an immortal from the upper realm.
Tian Jizi, Yu Zhenzi, Ling Baozi and others looked at the opening of the cave slowly revealed in the stone wall, looked at each other, nodded, and walked in.
Deep inside the cave, a middle-aged Taoist priest is sitting on a stone platform, with a shining golden sword lying across his knees. At this moment, the middle-aged Taoist priest is lowering his head and holding the hilt of the sword in one hand.
One hand gently touched the simple patterns on the sword.
It wasn't until Tianjizi and the others came forward that the Taoist priest raised his head and said, "Xuanjizi thanked the three seniors!"
Tianjizi returned the greeting and said, "Fellow Taoist Xuanji, there is no need to thank you for your help. Since Taoist Taoist and Huanglong Sword are destined, we should just let nature take its course."
This middle-aged Taoist priest is none other than Xuan Jizi, Tong Yuchun. After the Lushan Grand Formation was opened, the Huanglong Sword that Xuan Jizi refined in his body immediately felt the reaction. Xuan Jizi took advantage of the battle between the Quanzhen Sect and the Zhengyi Sect.
, lurking into Qingjing Peak.
As soon as he entered the cave where he got the Huanglong Sword, the Huanglong Sword flew out automatically. Xuanjizi flew up to him. As soon as he grasped the handle, the Huanglong Sword broke through the air and took Xuanjizi directly towards the powerful sword energy above the peak.
The vortex flies away.
Fortunately, Tianjizi and Yuzhenzi appeared, stopped the sword, and helped Xuanjizi hold the Huanglong Sword, retreat from the annihilation space at the top of the peak into the cave. Together with Lingbaozi, who arrived later, they guarded the Dharma outside the cave, and Xuanjizi
Just now he regained control of the Huanglong Sword.
The Lushan Grand Formation is in operation, and the six peaks are open, waiting for the destined person. This Huanglong Sword is a key to Qingjing Peak. Holding it, you can dominate Qingjing Peak. Therefore, after trying the mysterious trick just now, there is
Such a big movement made Xuanjizi overjoyed. Finally, he had proof of his immortality. The Huanglong Sword he had worked so hard to obtain that day was his greatest opportunity.
At this moment, holding the Yellow Dragon Sword in his hand and sitting on equal footing with the three true spiritual cultivators of the Zhengyi Sect, Xuanjizi felt a little bit elated. Fortunately, he had been cultivating for a long time, so he suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart and said respectfully to Tianjizi and others, "Three seniors
, I dare not forget the kindness of protecting and supporting you. Although I am from the Quanzhen Sect, I have been expelled from the sect long ago and I am at odds with the Chang Qingzi. If there is any mission, I will serve myself."
Yu Zhenzi chuckled, "Fellow Taoist Xuanji is too modest." After a pause, he stroked his beard and said, "We have long known that Chang Qingzi expelled fellow Taoist disciples from the sect. Fellow sects are fighting against each other, but I, the Zhengyi sect, am the worst.
Taboo. Now that the six peaks of Mount Lu are gradually opening up, the situation is complicated. Why don’t fellow Taoists join our Zhengyi Sect, so as to gain some confidence in ascending to the outer world in the future?"
This Yuzhenzi, as his name suggests, has a majestic appearance and is as gentle as jade. When the world sees him, he feels like a spring breeze. But when he fought with Changqingzi, Xuanjizi could see clearly when he sneaked into Qingjing Peak. Yuzhenzi had wiped out Jiutian early.
The Divine Thunder Talisman is hidden in a Qingming Meteor Stone, and he does not hesitate to waste his thirty-six star-filled meteorite formations, but also seriously injures Chang Qingzi. His scheming is profound and ruthless.
Hearing what Yu Zhenzi said, Xuanjizi had already expected it, but he had to cheer up, pondered for a moment, and replied carefully, "Whether it is the Quanzhen Sect or the Zhengyi Sect, they are actually the authentic sect of our Taoist sect.
, It’s just one south and one north. Seniors love me so much, Xuanjizi is so virtuous and capable that I dare not disobey him. It’s just——”
"But it doesn't matter." Tianjizi stood there and said with a slight smile.
Xuanjizi showed hesitation and replied slowly, "Since I was expelled from the Quanzhen Sect, I have known each other, the Buddhist monk Wu Xu, and the Confucian monk Liu Bowen, and have shared life and death together.
There is a sky outside the sky. If you succeed one day, you must treat them both equally and take care of one or two."
As soon as Xuanjizi opened his mouth, he wanted to take three places. Yuzhenzi and Lingbaozi both looked at Tianjizi in the middle. Tianjizi closed his eyes and said nothing. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes and replied, "These two
Everyone is a prodigy in this world. I have heard about it for a long time and have had an idea for a while, but it is a pity that it is difficult to meet him. But I didn't expect that he is a good friend of fellow Taoist Xuanji. I don't know when to introduce him? "
Xuanjizi also wanted to attract people to fill the scene and compete with the three of Tianjizi, so he immediately said, "This is just right. My two friends have always admired the three seniors. I'm afraid they have already gone to Lushan Mountain at this moment
. Let the junior inform me and make an appointment, then ask them to come and visit."
"That's very good!" Tianjizi said with a smile, "Tomorrow I will preside over the meeting and announce to the monks all over the world that fellow Taoist Xuanji has joined our Quanzhen sect and will be honored as the great protector of the Three Pure Ones, Tongxuan Might and Virtue."
This great protector of the Three Pure and Tongxuan Weide is the most powerful and prestigious protector in the Zhengyi Sect. It is usually held by a heavenly master who has retired from office after being promoted to the realm of the true spirit. Tianjizi’s arrangement is obviously to
Xuanjizi regarded him as someone equal to himself. As a member of the Taoist sect, Xuanjizi naturally knew that. Although he still had doubts, he was extremely happy and immediately bowed his head and thanked him.
As the saying goes
Who points to the ghost turning into a demon? Purple air flies to the sun and it is too late to draw the sword.
The ghost dragon chants real people's poems, and the Taoists quietly talk about knowing each other.