Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect - Chapter 52

Li Yan listened for a moment, then the smile on his face faded, and asked, “How do you remember your little brother?”

“Of course I remember,” the puddle refused to be convinced, “I not only remember what he looked like later, but also remembered that when he was a kid, the three brothers hurt me the most-and even if I really don’t remember, the brother painted him soon Hundred years, will I not recognize it? “

Each generation of the Fuyao disciples has the tradition of taking pictures into the nine-story building. Even if they ca n’t go back now, Yan Zhengming has always wanted to leave a copy for Cheng Qian. Unfortunately, he deleted, changed, and over and over again. So far, there is no one.

Li Yan smiled: “Without conscience, do we all hurt you?”

He said, and looked at the puddles twice more, but felt that the man flashed at a glance and saw nothing.

“Your little brother has looked right since he was a kid. People who look good may look a little like each other. It’s nothing to make a fuss,” Li Min paused and ordered, “Yes, remember to say nothing to the brother Say, watch out for him. “

The puddle responded casually, but his eyes murmured nonchalantly, and he calculated without hesitation: “This little brother looks so pleasing to the eye. I have to meet him for a while.”

When she thought about it that way, she was inexplicably impatient, spreading her wings and flying into the air behind her, complaining, “Why didn’t you come back, what is the intention of staying there as the son-in-law?”

There is no need to use the real yuan. The puddles are born with a thousand eyes, and you can see dozens of animals running away at a glance. She walked around aimlessly, and suddenly saw a frosty sword light rising from the distance. With the sword light, the puddle noticed that the place was covered with an imperceptible blood.

I don’t know who the sword gas was, and a frost was brought up in an instant, just like a tide, and the leaves were swept away by the breeze. Then, a thick black mist scattered and fled, and then disappeared in all directions.

The puddle was stunned.

Unrequited memories separated by ruthless time, and rolled to the front in a blink of an eye. In the courtyard of the island in the late autumn of that year, there was a young man who seemed to be on a whim, and tilted his head and smiled at her: “Little sister, what do you want to see? It’s Haichao Sword– “

Faintly.

The heart of the puddle jumped wildly.

Suddenly she extended her wings to the maximum, despite Li Li shouting on the ground, she flew over towards Jianguang.

Let’s talk about that sword—Cheng Qian followed the ghostly shadow on the body and chased him all the way. He had seen the great ghost Xiu Jiang Peng, and had intersected with the ghost Tang Tang who escaped from the soul-stealing lamp for many years. The lingering suffocation of the soul lamp was very familiar, and he felt it as soon as the black shadow came out.

At the same time, my heart became more and more puzzled. Ghosts are generally formed souls or primitive gods. Which one looks like a rag?

The rag-like shadow escaped more than ten miles and plunged into a cave.

Cheng Qian has not yet stepped in, and has already smelled the savage blood in the cave. He didn’t rush in, but just separated a ray of divine knowledge at the entrance of the cave. When the monk of the gods released the divine knowledge, he could see all the miles around him. There is nothing to hide in it.

But this cave seemed to be condensed with a thick layer of mist. Cheng Qian could barely see something in the depth of the cave. When he cautiously moved around the entrance of the cave, he suddenly heard that it was not far behind him. Concealed human voice-Nian drove his loud voice loudly, “Little brother, did you mean that the body was near here?”

Another younger voice answered: “Yeah, we all saw the white shadow here.”

Cheng Qian frowned. When he was about to disappear, he watched the two walk to the cave. He had met Liu Lang a few times, and was impressed as a young man with a feeling of affection. Liu Lang, who walked into the cave greatly in the year, looked very dumb. On closer inspection, his eyes were dim, and there seemed to be a mist of gray fog in his pupils. The closer he got to the entrance of the cave, the denser the fog became.

Seeing that Nianda, the big-headed, two hundred and fifty-two, did not find anything wrong, followed the Liulang into the cave with a straight eyebrow, Cheng Qian no longer hesitated, immediately condensed his breath, followed him in, and he really was together Lingyu turns into a set of convergence and anger, which is much easier than ordinary flesh, and it is easy to pretend to die at any time.

Nian Dada walked and said, “Don’t say, this cave is indeed dead, it smells like a smell.”

Cheng Qian listened not far or close, and there was a weakness in his heart—this insight was absolutely lost.

Liu Lang didn’t answer. His eyes were straight and he led the way. The young man’s footsteps hit the ground. There was no change in the interval between them.

Years old: “Little brother?”

Still not hearing the response, Nian Da finally got a little hairy and shouted boldly: “Uncle! Uncle Cheng, are you inside? Cheng …”

His voice came to a halt, as if stunned as if his tongue had been pulled out-the narrow path in front had come to his head, and Liurou, who led the way, suddenly fell silently, and the scene in the cave suddenly appeared.

I saw here a tall one-piece utensil, the shape of an oil lamp, an open neck, and a dense curse underneath the neck, all the way to the ground, and the blood-stained mantra covered a few square feet.

The amulet is nothing terrible. Even if it is really terrible, the big two or five eyes can not see the doorway. What scared his three souls to the seven souls is that the oil bulb in the oil lamp is not a lamp oil, but a pool of blood. Blood and water were not being stirred up by anything, no wind automatically, countless bones undulating up and down inside, the whole cave shone with blood.

Cheng Qian who followed quietly frowned, and he recognized it at a glance. This was actually a soul-stealing lamp.

And it seems to be the one destroyed by Bei Mingjun before.

As he carefully observed the spell under the Soul Eater lamp, a white shadow suddenly flew out of the blood lamp without warning, causing people to fall into Liu Lang’s body unexpectedly.

The boy rolled into a strange posture on the ground, then suddenly jumped up, his nails rose sharply by three inches, and he severely pinched Nianda’s neck. Nianda was a monk, and the epee was already in his hand. It can be resisted, but as soon as he sees Liu Lang’s young face, he commits the benevolence of the woman and thinks, “This child is a mortal. If I go down with a sword, he may not have his life.”

It was just a moment of hesitation, and the year was greatly missed. The magical energy instantly invaded Rokuro’s body. The original smooth flesh of the teenager’s face fell off, and the snake-like stripes on his arm were distorted and huge. His magical energy smashed on one side and the other was short. The deformed phalanx broke through the flesh, raised his finger to the big brows, and the husky voice murmured: “Gathering the murky yin, melting the blood of thousands of people as the body, turning the soul Ten thousand, the ghost alone … “

Years of severe headaches, three souls and seven souls trembled together, feeling that his physical body should not be able to retain the soul, seeing that they must fly out of the eyebrow.

There was a smirk on the face of “Liu Lang”: “Soul lamp again … someone!”

A bright sword light struck, and he slashed to the top of the “Liu Lang” head without reserve. Liu Lang’s soul-pumping method was suddenly interrupted, and he was almost bitten by the soul-stealing lamp. He was forced to leave the year aside and issued a sound. Heartbreaking roar.

Cheng Qian stepped out of the sword with no one else, still looking down at the spell under the soul eater, he said without hesitation: “How do you, Senior Jiang, when Bei Mingjun destroyed the soul eater with one soul, you There is no such thing as ghosts and gods? It seems that Ghost Road has something unique to the soul. You are … oh, do you want to reinvent the soul-eating lamp? “

When Cheng Qian saw the huge soul-stealing lamp, he first thought of Jiang Peng, and then he heard him speak. It suddenly felt more like it, but couldn’t confirm it.

The spells on the ground are so complicated that even Cheng Qian can’t fully penetrate them for a while, so he deliberately dragged a long note, pretending to be a well-formed man, and made a rude remark without any reason. So that he can memorize all the spells on the ground.

Who knew that when he said this, the “Liu Lang” turned sour that he rushed towards Cheng Qian with a roar, and it seemed as if he had been secretly told to kill someone.

Cheng Qian turned back a few dark breaths, and was shocked—this man was really Jiang Peng? Is he really practicing the soul-eating lamp?

Even though Jiang Peng was a peerless monster, attached to a mortal person, he did not have a soul-stealing lamp and ghosts nearby, and he would not put him in the eyes of Cheng Qian’s cultivation today. In particular, Jiang Peng has apparently lost his mind and looks like a crazy dog.

This person’s current situation and the great devil that had swept a martial art over the East China Sea at that time are almost heaven and earth, so the idea of ​​pretending to be a ghost and seducing the monks nearby … Is he really coming up with it?

Cheng Qian was suddenly horrified. What is the ghost way?

Is it true that people use the Soul Eater as a device, or is it a Soul Eater?

Who actually introduced Jiang Peng to the ghost?

Cheng Qian immediately stopped suppressing his own cultivation. With him as the center, Frost gradually covered the whole cave, but he couldn’t penetrate into the vicinity of the big soul eater.

Agitated by the cold, Jiang Peng actually recovered a bit of his ingenuity, stepped back, and stared at Cheng Qian vigilantly, “Who are you?”

Cheng Qian replied coldly: “People who clean up the portal.”

After that, his sword ran towards Jiang Peng like a cold star, using the Fuyao wooden sword, and Jiang Peng’s face flashed with astonishment, and then, he put his hand in Liuluo’s upper body and started to tear. A rib came out, and the **** bone turned into a long black sword in his hands, sacrificed into the air, and suddenly turned into ten incomplete ghosts, and he sullenly encircled Cheng Qian.

The young man who had just breathed a sigh of relief greatly saw the situation, almost fainted again, and screamed with a choked throat: “Be careful!”

One hundred years of practice, I did not expect that the first one to test the sword turned out to be the same master.

What kind of encounter is this?

Cheng Qian’s unsophisticated sabre suddenly rose three feet in his hands, and Qing Feng was improper. He regarded those ghosts as nothing and pointed directly at Jiang Peng.

The sword from the division gate covered an unparalleled pressure on Jiang Peng’s head. At that moment, the big devil finally shook his heart vividly. This slight shake just came out, and the soul-stealing lantern was a seamless spell. Suddenly there was a flaw in the circle, and the blood-red spell was driven straight in by a frost-Cheng Qian was only just dangling, and his goal was the soul-stealing lamp.

Just listened to him whispering: “Bro–“

The whole cave suddenly fell, and it became half of the Soul Eater, which was split in half by Cheng Qian’s sword. Thousands of ghosts seized in the Soul Lamp fled and flew into a dark mist. The thick blood was all He picked it up with his sword, rolled it for a moment, and exploded.

A loud noise nearly stunned the year, and he woke up after a while, but saw that the corner of the cave had been broken, and the sky had leaked in. Fortunately, the mountain was able to sustain it, and they were not buried alive. The Soul Eater was destroyed once again, and the elders of Youtan had returned their swords to their sheaths, stood indifferently, and looked at the “Liu Lang” like blood on the ground.

Nian Da Dalian rolled up the belt and ran to Cheng Qian: “Uncle … this …”

“Zheng Zhuan ran.” Cheng Qian said, and Chong Nian greatly stretched out his hand, “Is there a cure for elixir?”

“Yes!” Nian was very busy stroking from his body, and found a small bottle of elixir. He was going to feed the dying Liu Lang, and was stopped by Cheng Qian. He saw that the pill fell into his palm. Suddenly it turned into a mist, flowing gently into Liu Lang’s body.

The traditional Chinese medicine in Shu is unique. Immediately, the eyes that had been loosed in Liurou reunited. The boy’s face was hollow, and his long and short arms were hanging softly on his side, and his upper abdomen was missing one. The ribs, left with a black hole of blood, looked very shocking.

Nian couldn’t help but said, “Uncle, can he still live?”

Cheng Qian dropped his eyes and looked at the dying boy. Liu Lang’s deformed hand was slammed **** the ground, his eyes widened, and there was a kind of near-intent survival in it.

Cheng Qian said, “It depends on whether he wants to live so much.”

Nian greatly did not respond to the meaning of this sentence, and saw that Cheng Qian suddenly struck three cold air from the palm, such as three nails, mercilessly nailed into Liu Lang’s Parkway, Dan Tian and soles, Liu Lang opened his mouth wide. However, he couldn’t even make a sound, and the whole person pulled out fiercely on the ground, leaving a long blood mark.

“Every mortal person must die, so I nailed his soul into this body. If he survives in two hours, you will take him back to Mingming Valley, and ask Lingzun to send him to Tang Yan,” Cheng Qian said, “I can’t make it through, and I can’t help it-I still have something to do, so I won’t take you. See you soon.”

After speaking, he turned into a plume of smoke, and went away so anxiously.

Years big: “Ah! Uncle! Wait!”

He jumped three feet high and wanted to catch up, but could not bear to leave Liu Lang who had fainted, so he had to spin in the same place as a donkey, and suddenly, a group of fiery meteors rushed into the cave, landing on the ground and turning into an adult. Frightened, she flinched, and when she saw that she was a beautiful woman, she greeted her in a stunned voice: “Aunt, girl, you …”

It was the puddle that broke in. She glanced around and said, “What about people?”

Nian stammered and asked, “Who, who?”

The puddle stepped forward and grabbed the collar that was so big that he lifted him up endlessly, and Lianzhu asked, “What about the one who made the sword here?”

Nian Dalian blushed and had a thick neck, and spit out the words: “… I’m gone.”

“Where did you go?”

Nian faced much pain, struggling to save her neck: “I don’t know, girl, that’s a despise elder, how can he tell me where he is going?”

The puddle dropped him, turned around, and left. After thinking about it, he suddenly fell back and forced to ask, “What kind of school are you? What kind of elder is he?”

Nian coughed for a while, and replied with a good temper: “Only here is Minggu Valley, which is the elder of Youtan that I sent. He has been in retreat for almost fifty years. You must admit wrong … “

The puddle cut him off: “What’s his name?”

When Nian Da saw her obsessed, she sighed, but still answered honestly: “Cheng …”

The word at the back has not yet exited, and the puddle has been turned into a stream fire, chasing it without looking back.

Fifty years of retreat, just out of the valley, where would she go if she was really her little brother? Except for Fuyao Mountain, the puddles do not think of him.

She was crying after chasing, but she didn’t understand what was really crying, but the tears could not stop for a while, and the tears just fell from her face, and then it turned into a ball of water in the flames.

Suddenly, I can’t help but know it all over the world. I sent a message to the elder brother and elder brother and the elder brother Shishi, but for a moment, I didn’t dare, lest this was just a daydream in her mirror.

She didn’t even dare to listen to the silly boy’s full name.

In the past 100 years, the three brothers have become the inverse scale of the head brother, no one is allowed to mention it, and sometimes someone who insinuates a little in the voice can get him furious.

However, while not letting others mention it, he also made a phantom ring of copper coins by himself, often releasing from abuse. I also painted the portrait of that person over and over again. Every time I finished painting, I stared at it for a while, then waved it to ruin it.

The puddle knows why, because he doesn’t want the person in the painting to stay as a boy forever, but there is nothing he can do.

“Can a person die again?” She said to herself, “It is impossible, even if it is a monk, and the reincarnation is not the same as before. Besides, Brother Three was less than seventeen years old at that time, ten years away from Yuanshen. Thousands of miles away. “

The puddle felt that she was almost convinced by herself, but her wings did not listen at all, and she went in the direction of Fuyao Mountain resolutely.

She was right at all. Cheng Qian’s goal was indeed Fuyao Mountain. Goodbye Jiang Peng reminded him of the mysterious grievances of the generation on Fuyao Mountain. He had a vague feeling in his heart, as if those things were clear Then, he can find the key to reviving the school.

Why can’t Fuyaoshan become the second Mingming Valley?

Along the way, Cheng Qian has made countless preparations in his heart, with the worst intentions in mind, could Fuyao Mountain have become a barren mountain? Have their nine-storey scriptures, the most exquisite formations, and countless sorcerers been possessed by others?

But he never expected that none of this happened, and he could not find a way back to Fuyao Mountain.

At that time, Mu Chun brought Cheng Qian back to the martial arts, and took him step by step. Cheng Qian felt that he would not find Fuyao Mountain anyway, but he kept on guarding his sword for a day and a night. After searching back and forth through the memory three times, I finally had to admit that Fuyao Mountain … was gone out of thin air. 2k novel reading network