"Hey, hey, hey! Let's share memories. Let me see what you think. You've stepped into the obvious trap." The blue bird flew above Su Huanian's head and chirped.
"No!" Su Huanian's voice was cold.
She looked carefully at the formations surrounding her. I have been trapped here for several hours. Two months ago, I discovered that the Hechuan wasteland in Qingcheng Mountain was unexpectedly opened.
There are spirit beasts in the wasteland of Hechuan.
She went straight in with her sword. Everything had been fine for the past two months. Just this morning, Gu Lin suddenly contacted her. Yaya had not woken up after sleeping for eight or nine days, so she sacrificed the sword back to investigate. It happened to be that Dragon Turtle became a disciple, so she I gave a soul beast as a thank you gift.
But the moment the fairy sword returned, the wasteland suddenly changed. The entrance was closed, but she was spat out here from the other side.
Su Huanian can't get out.
The formation that trapped her should have been specially built for her. There was not a drop of water in the formation, and it was specifically designed for sword defense. It's not very lethal, but it can trap her here.
Su Huanian was very passionate about swords. Compared with monks of the same realm, his attainments in formations were not very high. He could not find any weak points in the formations. Just slashing with the sword seemed to shatter the world.
It's hard!
At this moment, an ethereal aura penetrated the formation and fell inexplicably.
"Blessed? Dragon turtle?" Su Hua young voice was confused, and she chuckled. She never thought that one day she would be blessed by that little dragon turtle, even though she only had that little bit last year.
She jumped up, and the fairy sword in her hand made a clear sound, like an ice phoenix in the sky, crisp and cold. Suddenly point towards the place where the breath penetrates the formation.
An ordinary sword move, as if it were just a fairy dancing with a sword, a little more casually.
The entire sky cracked like porcelain and instantly shattered. There is a person guarding the formation outside the formation. He looks quite alien. He looks like a human but has horns on the top of his head.
The man was surprised. The enveloping formation was just the energy emitted by the large formation. How could the energy break like porcelain?
Even if someone breaks the formation, shouldn't the main body of the formation be broken? He hurriedly retreated, but fragments floated past him, touching him lightly. The stranger instantly turned into an ice sculpture.
Before freezing, I could only see fragments flying, thinking that a peerless fairy came out with a sword.
Dongyun Mountain was completely boiling.
The ancestors of the Qingyuan Sect were recruiting disciples, and it was a lively event for more than a month, and everyone knew about it. There were people in the sect who wanted to have a good relationship with the Qingyuan Sect, so they went to attend early.
Today, news came that the Wuxiang Sword Sect led many sects in Dongyun to attack Qingyuan. Before the various sects could recover from the shock, new news came. The various sects who attacked Qingyuanmen suffered heavy losses, but the Qingyuanmen prison was destroyed and the prison ghosts were rampant. Even the imprisoned old devils, more than thirty people escaped.
The factions in Dongyun Mountain were in turmoil for a while.
The Fuyang Sect is even more silent, and Zuo Suer, the previous senior brother from two hundred years ago, has returned. At this moment, he was dressed in rags, squatting on the head's chair like a toad, with a strange light in his eyes, and he was looking at the head's wife opposite him unscrupulously.
The leader is not here, he is in the Qingyuan Gate Golden Pagoda at the moment.
"Tsk, tsk, my junior uncle is married to a married woman, and with the moisture, it really has a special flavor. My junior brother is amazing, not only can he defeat four senior brothers, but he can also carry his own uncle to bed, tsk, tsk, tsk... I admire you." Zuo Su'er Speak without restraint.
The face of the head’s wife suddenly changed: “How presumptuous!”
She stabbed out with her sword, but Zuo Su'er did not dodge, but he bit down on her fairy sword, snapping it directly into pieces. She chewed and swallowed it like a brittle bone, and the sword blade cut her tongue. , blood mixed with spit flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't care at all. He just looked at the head's wife and smiled.
The madam was breathing rapidly, her chest was rising and falling, and she finally couldn't bear the strange atmosphere: "Why are you back, where is Anze?!"
Anze is his husband and the current head of the Fuyang Sect.
Zuo Su'er chuckled: "This is our home, are we guys not allowed to come back?"
Madam's breath shortened, man? Are you considered a man too? Two hundred years ago, he insisted on practicing women's skills as a man, and became neither male nor female. He was kicked out by his senior brother, so he built a copycat and wanted to steal Qingyuan Sect Xia Dali to be the fortress's father-in-law.
Instead, he was beaten severely and they said he was beheaded on the spot. Unexpectedly, he was still imprisoned in the town prison. Today, she exchanged her husband for such a thing?
She just felt inexplicably depressed. I don’t have much worry about my husband-in-law.
Now the news has spread throughout Dongyun Mountain that the Qingyuan Sect is suppressing the prison ghosts. Those who are captured will not be in danger of their lives. They will be imprisoned in the True Yuan Golden Pagoda, and Daoxing will help people suppress the prison ghosts.
Zuo Su'er has not died for two hundred years, and it is unlikely that something will happen to his husband right away. As long as he is alive, he still has a chance.
No matter it is redeemed or robbed, you can always get it back.
But what should I do with this person? She looked at Zuo Su'er and backed away slowly. This traitor is more difficult to deal with than two hundred years ago. With one sword test, she has already discovered the clues. He was imprisoned in the golden pagoda. He knew that he could not keep his Taoist skills, and he did not want to take advantage of the Qingyuan Sect. He spent all his Taoist skills on tempering his body.
At this moment, there is not a drop of true energy, but the physical body is extremely powerful.
"Madam..." the disciple from behind called softly.
The head lady nodded.
Everyone was nervous and felt relieved at the same time. Madam is the master and Zuo Su'er's uncle. She has met him since she was a child. Madam confirmed that there is nothing wrong. This is Zuo Su'er's uncle.
Very good!
The leader is imprisoned, and only one of the ten true disciples he brought has returned. The sect is in turmoil and the building is about to collapse. It is really great to have a powerful uncle return now.
As for this uncle who seems a little crazy and even covets his wife - this is all a trivial matter.
Zuo Su'er spat out half of the broken sword with bloody foam, tilted his head and grinned at the disciples at the door: "Look at Sazi? You guys haven't eaten for two hundred years. If you don't serve food..." He pointed at a circle of disciples.
"Leave no one behind!"
Everyone immediately dispersed, and soon piles of food were delivered. Zuo Su'er held a roasted chicken, took in a breath of intoxication, and burst into tears. While shedding tears, she whimpered. She bit off the head of the roasted chicken and then devoured it. After three or five mouthfuls, the whole roast chicken went into the belly, without even a trace of bones falling out.
It feels like I haven't eaten in a hundred years...
Well, this guy hasn't eaten for two hundred years. The disciples were immediately relieved and convinced that what they just pointed out about wanting to eat people was probably not a lie.
Zuo Su'er swallowed it whole for two hours before she stopped still. Licking his lips and sucking his dirty fingers, his eyes flashed red and he looked at a disciple:
"Later, bring all the healing elixirs and herbs in the door to our room. The two-hundred-year-old injury needs to be treated properly - don't worry, uncle, I won't let you suffer. I'll take you with me in two days when my injury is better." Go dig for treasure!”
"Hehehehe, Qingyuan Gate Prison is such a big place. It has suppressed countless heroic seniors. There are endless treasure maps left in it. I can't finish digging them. Senior brother will take you to dig for treasures."
He shook his head and looked at the other delicate and delicate disciple, with a flash of light in his eyes: "Send brother back to his room later."
The disciple's face changed drastically: "Uncle Master, I, I am a male..." The voice sounded like a bullfrog.
Zuo Su'er's eyes lit up: "Isn't that better?"
The disciple's face suddenly turned pale.
