After traveling away from the sect for several years, experiencing all kinds of mundane cleansing, and the thrill of slaying demons, Zhang Zhongyong finally decided to return to the sect.
Several partners he made during the pursuit of slaying demons heard about Zhang Zhongyong's plan to return to the mountain gate, and they unanimously decided to see him off. Therefore, they booked a private room in the Chunfeng Tower, the largest building in Yuewu City, and prepared a hotel room. A sumptuous table of delicacies.
"We really can't bear to leave you, but we can't stop your future, so with this glass of wine, I wish you can form a golden elixir as soon as possible and live forever."
Feng Zhang's eyes were full of envy, and he raised his wine glass with emotion and toasted to Zhang Zhongyong.
"I accept your good words."
"But this farewell is not a permanent farewell. We will still have the opportunity to meet each other in the future. If you really miss me, you can go to Diancuishan to find me!!"
Although Zhang Zhongyong was not from a well-known family, he had better luck than the three companions in front of him. With the guidance of a master with the strength of the golden elixir stage, the path of cultivation was much smoother than that of Feng Zhang and others who were casual cultivators.
But that's all. The sect's tradition is very strict, the master's vision is high, the small sect is not prosperous, and its strength is not as strong as many surrounding sects. But for this reason, Zhang Zhongyong is not as arrogant as other disciples of high-ranking sects. He is also sincere towards the three fellow casual cultivators in front of him, so he is really willing for them to come to visit and gather from time to time.
Seeing that there was not a drop of wine left in Feng Zhang's glass, Zhang Zhongyong also drank it all in one gulp. At this time, he could not help but feel a little reluctant to give up.
"Then we have agreed, Brother Zhang, if I go to visit you in the future, you can't avoid it!"
Ruan Ling'er's eyes were bright, and in order to lighten the atmosphere, she made a sly little joke, and at the same time, she did not forget to refill Zhang Zhongyong's empty glass with a glass of wine.
"That's natural!"
Zhang Zhongyong replied decisively.
Ding! !
The two wine glasses clinked together, and Ruan Ling'er, who had received Zhang Zhongyong's promise, raised her head and drank the wine in the glass. Zhang Zhongyong also drank it without hesitation.
"Bon voyage, see you soon."
Xu Zhiyuan has a dull personality. Although he looks calm on the surface, Zhang Zhongyong can feel the complicated emotions in his eyes. He seems to be a little sad about his departure?
"You should be more careful when traveling together in the future. I won't be there to hold you back in the future, but please don't do that kind of risky thing again!!"
"The road to cultivation is full of thorns. If we don't sacrifice our lives, how can we, the casual cultivators, find a way out?"
Feng Zhang smiled bitterly, took over Allen's words, and replied helplessly.
"well!"
"I tell you, please don't all look down on your face, okay? This time I'm seeing Brother Zhang off, so everyone should be happy!!"
"Yes, drink, drink!!"
As they exchanged glasses of wine, Zhang Zhongyong became slightly tipsy. He, who was not good at drinking, was being toasted by Feng Zhang and Ruan Ling'er in turn, and it was hard to refuse. However, he also knew that he had to be on his way today and could not let alcohol interfere with his work. In the end, Ruan Ling'er was extremely reluctant to persuade him to stay, so he endured the desolation in his heart and said goodbye to Feng Zhang and the others, and set off out of the west gate.
There was a gentle breeze, and there were few people on the road outside the city. Zhang Zhongyong also abided by the rules and did not show off his skills in front of these mortals, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.
There is an invisible barrier between the world of cultivation and the secular world. Although there are practitioners walking around in the world from time to time, most of them appear to the world as people in the world, unless there are demons, evil spirits, or monsters causing disasters. Only then will cultivators show their true colors.
Of course, the world doesn't know much about cultivators. There are still many cultivators who don't abide by common rules and make trouble in the world. They kill people in a city to collect souls to raise ghosts and cultivate magic weapons. Things like this happen from time to time.
If there are too many such things, the secular world will become less envious and awe of cultivators, and more disgusted and resistant to them.
Two o'clock cold stars, as Zhang Zhongyong passed by a seemingly ordinary pedestrian on the roadside, suddenly passed between the opponent's arms and went straight to the vital points of his chest and abdomen.
Zhang Zhongyong, who did not have a handsome face, but had a bit of heroic spirit, suddenly encountered an unexpected change. Although he was not shocked, he raised his head and sprayed out a bright white lotus. In an instant, the white lotus turned into a sword curtain, covering Zhang Zhongyong's whole body.
Ding ding! Ding ding ding! !
There was a dense collision sound like rain hitting plantains. The assassin twisted his hands up and down, and he didn't know how many times he slashed, until his true energy was exhausted. When he was about to retreat, a sword light in front of him blinded his eyes. As if something important was missing, all perceptions gradually separated from the body, and the Yin Shen floated uncontrollably into the sky.
Bai Lian suddenly restrained herself, and a slender silver flying sword with a hilt that looked like a blooming lotus and a body of more than three feet slowly revealed its true appearance and was held in Zhang Zhongyong's hand.
"You're really looking for death!!"
Although Zhang Zhongyong didn't know why this strange-looking pedestrian would suddenly kill him, as a swordsman, his sensitivity to murderous intent has long been an instinct.
After casually picking up the corpse at his feet and confirming that he did not recognize this person, Zhang Zhongyong straightened his body again and had a talisman in his hand. He spat out a mouthful of true energy on the talisman, and the talisman supported by mana suddenly turned into a talisman. The flames flew to the corpse with Zhang Zhongyong's wave.
The raging flames engulfed the assassin's body. Soon the corpse beside the road would turn into a handful of black ashes. It would be difficult for anyone to discover its original appearance, and a person would completely disappear from the world.
"rise!!"
After doing all this, the true energy was poured into the sword blade in his hand, and the spiritual consciousness resonated with the long sword connected by blood. The long sword suddenly cut through the sky, taking Zhang Zhongyong himself straight into the sky.
"puff!!"
Suddenly, the face of Zhang Zhongyong, who was originally calm and composed, changed drastically. It was as if a poisonous snake was eroding his internal organs and lungs. The true energy he had condensed almost dispersed, and his air-piercing speed suddenly slowed down and he was about to fall to the ground.
There was a strong wind blowing behind him, and he turned around to see eight or nine ghostly figures chasing Zhang Zhongyong on flying magic weapons of various shapes.
Although the people came at a fast speed and their figures were erratic, Zhang Zhongyong still saw three or four familiar faces among these blurry figures. He suddenly understood everything in his heart, and a feeling of sadness rose from it, which was quickly suppressed by reason.
He forcefully took a mouthful of true energy and endured the stinging pain in his lungs. The gradually dull and scattered true energy poured into the White Lotus Sword again. Suddenly, the sword energy slashed a vacuum path, causing Zhang Zhongyong's flying speed to suddenly increase again. One piece.
With his free left hand, he fumbled in his arms for a moment, and when he took his hand back, a small medicine bottle made of jasper was taken out.
Bo! !
The medicine bottle was opened, and a refreshing fragrance hit his nostrils. However, Zhang Zhongyong was not in the mood to feel this at this time. He raised his left hand and poured the medicine bottle into his mouth. Soon, a cool breath escaped from his chest. Although he still couldn't completely suppress the stinging and burning in his lungs, it temporarily relieved the abnormality in his body.
The introduction of Qingxin Jiedu Pills bought Zhang Zhongyong some time, but it could not treat the symptoms. It is obviously rare for someone to poison the body. If these poisons cannot be removed as soon as possible, the longer it takes, the greater the harm will be to himself.
But it was obvious that the enemy behind him who poisoned him would not give Zhang Zhongyong this chance. The whistling flying swords and magic weapons were getting closer and closer to Zhang Zhongyong. At his current speed, it would not take long for the opponent to catch up with him. .
"..."
Looking down at the earth, there was a natural atmosphere among the snake-like winding mountains. Zhang Zhongyong found a place with few people and plunged into it.
"Don't let him get away!!"
"He hid in the valley to the east!!"
The eyes of the pursuers never left Zhang Zhongyong's body, and echoing voices echoed one after another in the scattered formations, including men and women. Taking a closer look, there are many beautiful people among these people, especially two girls, who are as youthful and brilliant as delicate flowers. It is a pity that the murderous aura and malice in their eyes ruined their temperament.
Whizzing! ! Whizzing! !
More than a dozen figures shuttled down, falling straight towards the valley where Zhang Zhongyong disappeared.
…
"One sword shocks the world!!"
Just as the five or six figures headed by them broke into the valley, a powerful, majestic and majestic voice suddenly sounded in the valley. At the same time, there was also a magnificent and fierce sword energy, which suddenly stabbed out from the bottom of the valley like a trumpet mouth.
The fierce sword energy rushed into the crowd, and the leader hurriedly responded. He quickly rolled up Yu Ruyi in front of him, put his hands together to form a seal, Yu Ruyi quickly enlarged and blocked the opponent.
The companions behind him saw the sword energy approaching, and they all used spells to fight. However, this sword energy used all the real energy that Zhang Zhongyong could mobilize now, so how could the spells cast in a hurry be able to resist it.
On the smooth surface of Jade Ruyi, a crack began to extend from the center. In the eyes of the owner of Jade Ruyi, the cracks on the surface turned into spider webs. Along with a soft sound, countless pieces of jade fell to the ground. But Yu Ruyi's owner, a middle-aged man, could only muster up his energy and energy, and strike forward several times with his palms.
"help me!!"
The powerful palm force was as fragile as tofu in the face of the fierce sword energy, with almost no impact. Seeing that the sword energy was about to approach, the middle-aged man could only turn around and cry out to his companions for help.
The other companions who were only two or three meters away from the middle-aged man had complicated expressions in their eyes. Some were indifferent and some could not bear it, but no one offered him a helping hand.
"You must not..."
puff! !
A ball of blood bloomed in the sky, and the middle-aged man's body exploded into countless pieces of flesh and blood, which spattered to the ground. Some of them even splashed onto the magical weapons of other travelers, causing ripples on the magical weapons.
Boom! ! Ding! ! Ding! !
With the companions at the front offering sacrifices and blocking the sharpest sword light, the pressure on the cultivators at the back suddenly eased. Although it was inevitable that they were a little embarrassed and difficult, they were able to withstand the opponent's attack.
"Urgent like a law, edict!!"
"go!!"
After blocking the blow of the sword energy, everyone also reacted. The magic weapons in their hands turned from defense to offense, mixed with various low-level attack spells, and rushed towards the source of the sword energy.
With the magic weapon and talisman on his head, Zhang Zhongyong frowned, then took out a black ball that he had prepared long ago from his arms, gritted his teeth and threw it over his head.
"burst!!"
A wisp of true energy instantly stabbed out from the White Lotus Sword, hitting the black ball that flew into the air. The shiny ball suddenly split into two pieces, and then a powerful force of thunder suddenly burst from the two pieces of the ball. It was generated and transformed into a power grid, covering the surrounding area of dozens of feet.
"Not good!! It's the Yin Yang Thunder of the Five Elements Sect!!"
The sudden rise of lightning made a group of immortal cultivators a hundred feet away look horrified, and they all controlled their magic weapons, trying to take them back.
It's just that this electric snake is so fast and fierce. Before these magic weapons can turn around, the woven power grid has already clung to these magic weapons.
"ah!!"
The group of people who have the highest level of cultivation in the Foundation Establishment stage only have the Yin spirit to control the magic weapon. There is no Yang spirit tempered by the golden elixir master after overcoming the tribulation. They are most afraid of such thunder spells. At this time, each of them is like a ghost in the sea of spiritual intelligence. After being slashed by the needle knife, the magic weapons a hundred feet away also lost control and fell to the ground.
How could Zhang Zhongyong miss this great opportunity? He had used all the means his master had left for him to save his life. Wouldn't it be a loss if he didn't take the opportunity to take a few lives?
"disease!!"
The White Lotus Sword came out of his hand, turned into a flashing rainbow and flew across a hundred feet, heading straight towards one of them.
"ah!!"
Seeing the flying sword approaching, the opponent also lost contact between his spiritual consciousness and the sleight-of-hand weapon. He suddenly panicked and hurriedly took out a bowl from the mustard bag. He moved his hands forward and smashed the flying sword. At the same time, he performed an iron plate bridge kung fu. Smash it to the ground.
Holding the sword secret with his hand, the flying sword sensed the master's intention in the distance. The tip of the sword made a slight adjustment, passed by the Buddha's bowl, aimed at the heart of the target's chest and went straight away.
puff! !
Another ball of blood flashed past, and the diamond talisman and robe protective spell on the opponent's body were like soft mud in front of the White Lotus Sword, and it was directly pierced through.
After killing one person, the flying sword flew back to Zhang Zhongyong's hand. At this time, Zhang Zhongyong's face turned a little blue again. Apparently due to the mobilization of true energy, the suppressed poisonous wounds began to cause trouble again.
Just looking at the other enemies who were gradually waking up from the severe pain, Zhang Zhongyong had to take a deep breath, continue to resist the poison plundering from his body and erode his internal organs, and forcefully poured a mouthful of true energy into the White Lotus Sword.
With a pinch of the sword technique, he shouted in a low voice: "Jiu!!"
Whoosh! !
The one with blood beads still hanging on it flew out again, but at this time, a cloud of frost had risen on the opposite side of the flying sword, and there were several fire curtains, making it difficult for Zhang Zhongyong to distinguish the figures in front of him.
The sword energy turned into a rainbow, directly piercing through the spell in front of him, following the location of a certain figure in Zhang Zhongyong's memory, and piercing straight away.
The curtain of fire and ice fell at once, Zhang Zhongyong's eyes were slightly focused, and he continued to hold the sword technique without moving his upper body, connecting with his feet, and kept moving around the small space.
Most of the ice arrows formed by the ice were dodged away, but this fire curtain was a range of spells, which eventually left traces on Zhang Zhongyong's body.
His jet-black hair was completely burned, and his eyebrows were gone. Zhang Zhongyong, who was originally a bit heroic, looked somewhat funny at this time.
Fortunately, the robe on my body was given by my master, and the material is made of cold silk from the snow-capped mountains. Not to mention other things, its protection against fire spells is actually better than most robes of the same level, so even though it was blocked by the fire curtain, It was burned, but it didn't cause much burns.
However, the flying sword was blocked by something, and it made a clear impact sound. When the sword was retracted by the sword art, Zhang Zhongyong looked over and it was not without gain. At least there was a villain with a stubble on his face, and one of his right arms was already dead. He was currently holding his broken arm in pain and bandaging the wound hurriedly.
Clang! !
The flying sword was retracted, and the opponent who had regained his strength had already approached more than thirty feet in front of him. At the same time, he picked up his beloved magic weapon that he had lost contact with before, and stared at the swordsman in front of him with a ferocious look on his face.
"Zhang Zhongyong, hand over the treasure map of Langya Cave, and we will let you go, otherwise you will be buried in this wilderness today."
Ruan Ling'er, a young and lively girl who had once been cute and cute in Zhang Zhongyong's heart, now came into view with a coquettish appearance, but it was so ugly that he couldn't help but have deep doubts about the way he looked at people before.
"I'm not a fool, you can't possibly spare my life!!"
With a pull of the long sword, sword flowers sprouted in front of Zhang Zhongyong. Although he was unable to use the sword technique, the sword cultivator also had other methods besides the flying sword technique.
As soon as he used the Light Body Technique and his footsteps were just a little bit on the ground, Zhang Zhongyong's body flew forward several feet. Seeing that Zhang Zhongyong could not give in, the nine opponents on the opposite side did not hesitate and directly smashed their magic weapons and at the same time pinched the magic seals with their hands. , displaying their respective special skills.
A pair of Emei thorns, golden cymbals and other magic weapons that had grown several times in the wind were thrown at them without any tricks. The white lotus sword stretched forward and lifted up against the edge of the Emei thorns. At the same time, he stepped aside and stepped aside. He was deflected by the sword blade, and hit the flying golden cymbal.
The shock of the impact was sent back to Zhang Zhongyong's body from the White Lotus Sword, and was immediately sent into the ground by his legs, leaving two deep footprints.
Uh-huh! !
The other two magic weapons were also smashed into nothing, and Zhang Zhongyong dodged them easily, leaving only a few large potholes on the ground.
With a step of his right leg, Zhang Zhongyong took advantage of the situation and went to kill a strange cultivator at the front of the nine-man formation. The three sword flowers were in the shape of a cross and pierced the opponent's vitals.
The cultivator was no longer panicking at this time. He was so angry that he squeezed the magic seal in his Dantian. A thunderbolt struck out with his right palm, and the sizzling electric snake went straight towards the White Lotus sword blade.
As soon as the thunder and lightning touched the sword blade, Zhang Zhongyong's wrist sank down, and the electric sparks fired from the sword blade were directed into the wet and rotten ground, creating a cloud of white smoke and scorching odorous water vapor. At the same time, Zhang Zhongyong jumped up and hit the opponent's neck with his right leg.
Click! !
The opponent's head was tilted to one side at a weird angle. It was difficult for ordinary people to reach this point. His spine was broken by Zhang Zhongyong's kick. Although he was still breathing, his whole body fell to the ground like soft mud. There is no action.
Feng Zhang had been accumulating power for a long time, and he blew out a breath of hot air from his mouth. With the injection of spells and true energy in his hand, the hot air turned into a surging earth fire and rushed towards Zhang Zhongyong's face.
While his body was still in the air, Zhang Zhongyong slapped his left hand on his right hand holding the sword. The blade of the sword was slightly bent and bounced up quickly. Zhang Zhongyong took advantage of the situation and flew several feet high into the air, and quickly adjusted his body.
The earthly evil fire wiped the robe and passed by. Zhang Zhongyong felt a burst of heat in his left waist. Several black shadows flashed through his peripheral vision. He turned his head and swung his sword in one go. Several dates nails fired from Ruan Ling'er's hands were either dodged or struck by the long sword. Fly.
Another person was injured, and four more people were injured.
The golden cymbal came from behind. Zhang Zhongyong was in the air. He twisted and bent his upper body to pass the golden cymbal, but there were mandarin ducks and knives intertwined like Mount Tai descending from the sky. Two rounds of scimitars connected in a line directly enveloped Zhang Zhongyong's curved body like a shrimp.
The flying sword stabbed out from the lower abdomen, and the tip of the sword just hit the intersection of the mandarin duck knife. After a golden clang, Zhang Zhongyong's whole body fell into the diagonal thrust, avoiding the scimitar's body-wrenching blow.
Zhang Zhongyong flipped over and lifted his body, just as his legs were about to touch the ground, there was a sudden twist on the flat ground, and dozens of sharp stone thorns suddenly rose up and flew towards the vital parts of Zhang Zhongyong's lower body.
The legs that were still in the air kicked out more than a dozen times, but without warning, they were stabbed by a stone as thick as a small arm, which made a bloody hole in the thigh.
The white lotus sword danced, and the flying golden cymbals made a harsh friction sound with the sword blade, bringing up a string of sparks, which were then pulled away by the long sword. Not far away, the owner of the golden cymbal, a middle-aged human man, pinched his hand with magic. The golden cymbal flew back from behind and hit Zhang Zhongyong from the waist.
Ruan Ling'er had just stabbed Zhang Zhongyong, and his face was filled with joy. The seals in his hands kept changing, and he prepared another spell.
There was also a girl with a delicate face. The pair of mandarin duck knives she had just recovered fell into her hands, and she immediately launched her body skills, and a set of sword skills fell continuously towards the space where Zhang Zhongyong was.
Zhang Zhongyong, who had been attacked several times, had just landed on the ground and was about to exert force, but there was a sharp pain in the injured thigh. The impact of the thigh injury caused his body to stagger. Seeing that the golden cymbal behind him was about to hit him, Zhang Zhongyong simply rolled on the ground like a donkey regardless of his image. He rolled several times on the ground, then slapped the ground with his left hand, and his body suddenly jumped up.
The countless wind blades emitted by the forged knife plowed the ground behind him, and countless potholes appeared out of thin air. Zhang Zhongyong glanced at the figure of the strange girl from the corner of his eye, and the white lotus sword struck her like a swallow grazing the waves.
Boom! !
A wall of earth suddenly rose from the ground in front of him, which not only knocked Zhang Zhongyong flying, but also interrupted his attack on the strange girl.
When Zhang Zhongyong wanted to take a walk again, he suddenly found that there were also several earth walls around him, and only the sky above his head was clear.
Under such circumstances, how could Zhang Zhongyong dare to hesitate? He forcefully took a mouthful of true energy and used the Light Body Technique, then jumped more than ten feet into the sky, crossing the height of the earth wall in front of him.
call! !
The golden cymbals shot out directly from behind the earthen wall, and the sound of wind scraping along the edges of the constantly spinning cymbals blew away the broken hair from Zhang Zhongyong's ears.
It was difficult to fight back in a hurry, Zhang Zhongyong could only hold the sword in front of his chest, put his left hand on the sword body, and resist the impact.
Ding! !
Chacha~~
The golden cymbal lingered on the sword for a few breaths, and the heavy impact brought Zhang Zhongyong's body back more than ten feet.
Boom! ! !
Suddenly, the sound of a figure breaking through the wind sounded from behind. Zhang Zhongyong, who knew something was wrong, pushed the curved sword forward with both hands. The Bailian sword became more and more curved. When it reached its limit, Zhang Zhongyong withdrew his strength and the sword suddenly rebounded. The blade provided Zhang Zhongyong with strength support, and his whole body suddenly swung upwards.
Several knife shadows swept behind him, grazing the left side of Zhang Zhongyong's waist. Accompanied by several sounds of broken bones and sharp weapons entering flesh, another burst of pain stabbed directly into Zhang Zhongyong's mind.
However, Zhang Zhongyong had too many debts to worry about at this time. Anyway, there were scars all over his body, which made his senses numb, but it was more likely that the poison in his body had begun to erode his nerves.
A curtain of fire suddenly fell in front of him. Feng Zhang had prepared the Samadhi True Fire Technique for a long time and finally completed it. Sensing the danger of the fire curtain above his head, Zhang Zhongyong did not bother to suppress the poison erosion in his body, and once again mobilized his little true energy to pour it into White lotus sword.
"Hey!!"
The light in the White Lotus Sword flashed, and a pure sword energy cut through the sky, tearing a hole of more than a foot in the fire curtain above the head, but as the sword energy left the hole, it shrank inward again.
How could Zhang Zhongyong dare to hesitate? He displayed his sword control skills and used the last of his true energy to control the White Lotus Sword and went straight to the gap in the fire curtain. Before the entrance of the hole was sealed, he passed through the fire curtain in a thrilling manner.
A flame began to rise on the robe woven from cold silk. When Feng Zhang saw this scene, his originally gloomy and depressed face immediately turned cloudy, and he had time to watch the flames on Zhang Zhongyong's body gradually fill his body.
The flames on his body could not be extinguished at all. Seeing that his whole body was swallowed up by the flames, Zhang Zhongyong, who was already at the end of his strength, could no longer hold on. He turned into a ball of fire and slowly fell from the sky, hitting the ground with a thud, and his beloved long sword also Because he lost control of his master, he slanted against the flame of Zhang Zhongyong's incarnation.
"Grrrrrrrrr, Brother Feng's Samadhi Zhenhuo is really amazing!!"
The four of them regrouped, gathered around the still burning flame, and looked at Zhang Zhongyong's body that seemed to be gradually turning into a charred corpse. Ruan Ling'er leaned beside Feng Zhang excitedly and looked up.
"snort!!"
Although Feng Zhang looks unworthy on the surface, deep down in his eyes he is enjoying the admiration. After all, as a casual cultivator, being able to come into contact with such powerful fire spells and mastering penetration is not an ordinary opportunity. .
"Hurry up and put this flame away, otherwise the mustard bag will be burned and the map we want will be gone!!"
The middle-aged man who used a pair of golden cymbals before frowned slightly, looked at the charred body that seemed to be lifeless, and said worriedly.
"Well, Brother Liu is right!!"
Another woman also spoke up, standing with the Brother Liu she was talking about.
"receive!!"
Feng Zhang also knew the key to the matter. After basically confirming that Zhang Zhongyong was silent in the flames, he took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, pinched the magic weapon in his hand, and pointed the mouth of the bottle towards the flames.
The blazing flame seemed to have intelligence. Following Feng Zhang's command, it flew straight into the small narrow-necked bottle like a baby bird returning to its nest. Just as everyone's eyes were attracted to the charred corpse on the ground. At this moment, a cold light flashed in Feng Zhang's eyes, but the mouth of the bottle secretly changed its direction and was aimed at the middle-aged man named Liu in front of him.
"go!!"
call! ! ! !
The Samadhi True Fire that had just been withdrawn turned into a red fire python, rolling its tongue of fire towards the man named Liu who was several feet away.
"Hmph!! I knew you bastard would do this, I've been waiting for you!!"
The cultivator surnamed Liu looked at Feng Zhang coldly. The golden cymbal in his hand suddenly closed, and a fierce, harsh, and shocking golden sound resounded throughout the valley.
Feng Zhang only felt the seal in his hand loosen, and the fire snake suddenly dispersed, but then it was re-concentrated by Feng Zhang who woke up and continued to pounce on the man named Liu.
After the golden cymbals struck a sound wave, the man surnamed Liu stretched out his hands again. The two cymbals grew in the wind in his hands, turning into two huge golden shields. They kept spinning to form an energy shield, covering him and the woman beside him. Protect together.
A guy who can betray his friends for many years has no burden to betray others. Although the two sides worked together to deal with Zhang Zhongyong before, but now that Zhang Zhongyong has died, the basis for their cooperation has disappeared.
The two golden cymbals firmly blocked the Samadhi True Fire in front of him. The so-called powerful flames that could burn stones and burn water were finally pushed aside by the two large cymbals and landed in the wet and rotten jungle more than ten feet away. Soon there was There were crackling flames and billowing white smoke.
Just as the man surnamed Liu put his two cymbals together and was about to launch a counterattack, a sudden stinging pain hit his back. The familiar tip of a mandarin duck knife on his chest passed through his body and impressed the man surnamed Liu's eyes.
"Jin Niang, why..."
The man surnamed Liu had a face full of shock and anger. He turned his head and stared at the pretty face of his female companion, and squeezed out a few words.
"I'm sorry, Brother Liu, Feng Zhang gave me the upper and middle parts of the "Prajna Heart Sutra", and promised me to give me the remaining second half after the work is completed. Compared with Langya Cave Mansion, which has no idea what heritage it has, I still I feel that the "Prajna Heart Sutra" is more important to me, after all, the risk is too high for me, a woman, to search for the ruins of the cave."
The young woman known as Jin Niang put on a showy face and slowly pulled out the mandarin duck knife that stabbed the man surnamed Liu in half. Her plain tone was somewhat apologetic.
"you……"
A wisp of ghost slowly disappeared between heaven and earth, but the pair of glaring eyes as big as copper bells still stared at Jin Niang, which was very scary.
Falling in the distance at the entrance of the valley behind, the man covered in blood and stains who had just bandaged the broken wall suddenly saw this scene. He dared not stay. He immediately dragged his weak body and fled into the jungle, without even bothering to check the specific details. position.
Jin Niang killed someone and stepped back more than ten feet. She placed the Yuanyang knives in her hands and looked at Feng Zhang and Ruan Ling'er expressionlessly.
"I have done what you asked for. Shouldn't it be time to give me the remaining second half of the Prajna Heart Sutra?"
"As long as you fulfill your promise, I will help you kill the fish that slipped through the net to prevent him from spreading rumors after he escapes."
"Hehehe, okay!!"
Feng Zhang's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, thinking about his next decision. After seeing the cautious attitude of the other party, he quickly made a decision.
He touched the mustard bag at his waist, and when he stretched it out, he raised his hand, and a bunch of earthy yellow books were thrown in front of Jin Niang.
The two knives were interlaced and the books were easily sandwiched in the middle. After carefully checking that there were no differences, Jinniang put away the two knives. The second half of the Prajna Heart Sutra, which left a faint blood mark on the title page, was taken in by her. into his own bag.
Stomping her legs on the soft grass, Jin Niang didn't even say goodbye to Feng Zhang and the others, and ran towards the mountains and forests, and really went after the escaped survivors.
"Brother Feng Zhang, why don't you just chop her down too?"
Ruan Ling'er leaned on Feng Zhang's arms cutely and lovingly, caressing Feng Zhang's handsome face with a jade finger, but spoke cruel words in her mouth, staring at Jin Niang's back and asking with a bit of jealousy.
"It is better to do less than to do more. Our real goal has been achieved, so there is no need to add extraneous matters."
Feng Zhang tickled Ruan Ling'er's delicate face and joked in a good mood: "Don't you also like the "Prajna Heart Sutra" learned by the nuns in Taohua Temple and want to be that nun with a calm mind? Then when I am lonely, Who are you looking for to kill time??”
"ah!!"
Ruan Ling'er gave Feng Zhang a roll of her eyes, and while she was coquettishly angry, she turned her small hand into a fist and patted Feng Zhang's chest lightly.
"You are bad!!"
"Okay, hurry up and pack up to avoid a long night of dreams!!"
Feng Zhang twisted Ruan Ling'er's delicate cheek again and said immediately.
"Um!"
The two of them got what they wanted, and were naturally in a great mood. In the past few years, they had been working together with Zhang Zhongyong, a real disciple. They used to be very restrained in their behavior. Now that they have regained their original nature, they suddenly feel that everything is wonderful.
In fact, Feng Zhang and the others have benefited a lot from the years of slaying demons with Zhang Zhongyong. Zhang Zhongyong, who had the guidance of a famous teacher, faced the problems in practice of three companions who met by chance. As long as it did not involve the inheritance of the master, he would not Give advice generously.
Moreover, in the past several adventures such as chasing down demon sect evildoers and perpetrators, their team members were more or less saved by Zhang Zhongyong. Who asked Zhang Zhongyong to follow the path of sword cultivation, with strong and powerful attacks? .
As for sword cultivators with a master's inheritance, even if they have little travel experience and don't know the worldly rules, they can advance and retreat in a controlled manner in battle. They have a method that casual cultivators don't have, which also benefits them a lot.
However, who made Zhang Zhongyong not be cautious, thinking that he had a deep friendship with Feng Zhang and others, thinking that he had figured out their nature, but he actually revealed that he had a geographical map of the mountains and rivers of Langya Cave in his hand.
Ever since they knew that Zhang Zhongyong had this treasure map, Feng Zhang and Ruan Ling'er's sensitive minds were aroused. They were already partners in dual cultivation, and they secretly came up with the idea of killing people and stealing goods.
There is no way, it is difficult for casual cultivators to practice, and they can be said to be the lowest level of existence in the world of cultivation. Even if a lucky person like Feng Zhang had some chance in his early years, received a relatively complete inheritance, and completed the foundation after several hardships, he can still be in a famous family. In Pai's eyes, they are just stragglers and a source of instability in the world of cultivation.
For someone like Ruan Ling'er, who has neither the opportunity nor her talent for cultivation, and whose cultivation is only in the Qi refining stage so far, she can only have half a foot in the world of cultivation, and it is still unknown whether she will be able to successfully build the foundation in the end.
Precisely because of the difficulties of being a casual cultivator, they cherished the hard-won opportunity even more. Being able to establish a relationship with a sword cultivator with a sect's inheritance is a beautiful thing that everyone dreams of, so they found out Zhang Zhongyong's nature and character. Later, he deliberately curbed his bad habits as a casual cultivator and showed his affectionate and righteous side to Zhang Zhongyong, who knew how to advance and retreat and be grateful.
But when a map of the Jindan ancestors' ruins and caves appeared in front of Feng Zhang and the others, the friendship between Zhang Zhongyong, a sword cultivator in the foundation-building period, was no longer so sweet.
The two cultivation companions slowly walked to the charred corpse of Zhang Zhongyong. Seeing the shining white lotus sword inserted beside him, Ruan Ling'er's face was filled with greed and joy, and she leaned down to draw out the magic weapon.
"burst!!"
A low roar with strong murderous intent came from Zhang Zhongyong's charred corpse. At the same time, the white lotus sword in front of Zhang Zhongyong flashed with a halo, accompanied by a wailing sound from the gold weapon.
Ding! ! !
A intact sword exploded directly in front of Ruan Ling'er without any external pressure, and countless tiny and sharp fragments violently spattered around.
Before Ruan Ling'er's face was as pretty as a flower, her expression of joy had no time to subside, and she was directly hit by the explosion of a sword less than a foot in front of her. She was knocked backwards, and her breath was cut off before she even hit the ground. Countless broken swords The fragments of the weapon exploded her body into a honeycomb.
After all, Feng Zhang was a strong foundation-builder. Although the sudden change occurred, he still managed to put up some defense. He jumped back and used Ruan Ling'er as his sandbag. At the same time, he had a triangular flag in his hand and was about to When he started to swagger, his body shook one after another, and countless holes were inevitably pierced by the debris.
Despair, regret, unwillingness and other emotions continued to appear on Feng Zhang's face. He felt that the vitality was slowly disappearing from his body, and his gradually weak body also fell to the ground.
But with strong willpower, Feng Zhang still tried hard to save the action, and took out the bottles one by one from the mustard bag. When he was about to open one of the bottles and put it into his mouth, a The big foot came in from the side and kicked the medicine bottle Feng Zhang was holding away.
He raised his head again, looking for who was blocking him, but when he saw that the face was almost disfigured, but still vaguely familiar with the original owner, Feng Zhang's emotions disappeared, and instead he felt relieved. laughed.
"Why?"
Zhang Zhongyong clearly knew the answer in his heart, but he still wanted to hear it all from the other party's mouth, so even though he was not much better than the other party, he still insisted on asking for the result.
"Hehe~~burp~~hehe~~"
Feng Zhang knew that there was no hope of saving himself, and what he was experiencing now could be regarded as the result of his own actions. Evil will be rewarded, so he didn't want to say anything more. He just slowly crawled to Ruan Ling'er not far away before he died.
Even though he had used Ruan Ling'er's body as a sandbag when he was trying to protect himself, at the moment of his death, Feng Zhang still didn't want to be a lonely ghost and hoped to have a beautiful girl as his companion.
Zhang Zhongyong, who couldn't get the answer, was full of resentment in his heart and was about to interrupt Feng Zhang's climbing action again. However, when his foot was already raised and about to fall, all kinds of experiences and memories with Feng Zhang, Ruan Ling'er and others in the past disappeared. But it made it difficult for him to start again.
Even if the other party owes me too much and almost kills him, but now the other party is also about to die. Zhang Zhongyong, who has a loyal and upright personality, really can't be cruel and destroys the other party's last thoughts.
"..."
Feng Zhangren's breath was already gone before he crawled to Ruan Ling'er's body. He couldn't blame Zhang Zhongyong himself.
He breathed a sigh of relief, but there was also a feeling of boundless emptiness and loneliness in his heart. Zhang Zhongyong tidied up the land at will, burned the two desperate mandarin ducks with a piece of paper charm, checked the surrounding environment, and dragged The seriously injured body staggered towards the valley step by step.
"The true meaning of burning is painful, and the merits are not perfect..."
The melodious and desolate chanting slowly floated in this remote and desolate valley. The setting sun reflected the wisps of gunpowder smoke rising in the valley, making the scene particularly desolate.
