The illusions receded, and the moment the black dragon appeared, Bian Ya suddenly opened her eyes, a white light emitted from the center of her eyebrows, and her pretty face was filled with fear. This panic came from the Yaizhen bloodline in her body, sensing that the black dragon's real body was close at hand, almost boiling, and the Yang Suo was also restless and out of control.
Pan Chengnian stretched out his hand and pressed it in vain. Yangsuo rushed left and right, unable to leave the small area. He chanted a spell in a low voice, and the flying shuttle flew out of the fish's mouth and fell directly into his palm. Yangsuo lost its key. , struggling and twisting only by instinct, Bian Ci calmed down, activated the "Tongxin Kung", manipulated the girl to pinch the magic formula, and put the Yang Suo back into the body.
The two sisters have similar looks. Bian Ya moves numbly in accordance with Bian Ci's gestures, but they are like marionettes controlled by the puppeteer, without any consciousness of their own.
Pan Chengnian didn't pay attention to the two of them, he just stared at Wei Shiqi to see how he controlled the Yin Lock.
The real dragon's aura made him a little afraid, the Yin Lock was about to move, and the Zangxue Jianwan lost control again. Without hesitation, Wei Shiqi stretched out his hand and patted his lower abdomen, forcefully took the Jianwan into his palm, and held it firmly in his fist. Don't let it escape. The yin lock was swimming inside his body and rushed out of his throat. Wei Shiqi opened his mouth and bit the fish tail, his teeth chattering, and he would not let it out.
Yinsuo seemed to feel his determination and gave up the struggle. Wei Qiqi stretched out his hand and pressed on the fish's mouth, swallowing it back into his belly.
Pan Chengnian laughed. Wei Shiqi gave him a big surprise. I, Ziyang, have good eyesight. People like this are rare in Liantao Mountain.
Sheng Jingwei's eyes flickered, quite surprised. This pair of ancient fish-shaped locks obviously had a great origin. Why did they fall into the hands of the Kunlun Sect and the Taiyi Sect respectively? What on earth is the leader planning? When I thought about it, I couldn't help but laugh. His life was in danger, how could he have time to worry about this!
Pan Chengnian stopped his smile, lowered his head, looked at the black dragon's huge body, and couldn't make up his mind. The yin and yang of the mountains and rivers' vitality can certainly cause great harm to the sky demon, but if something goes wrong and the black dragon wakes up from its slumber, this fierce battle will be more dangerous than good. But if he were to be let off lightly and just remain ignorant, Sheng Jingwei might not be willing to obey orders. Forcibly subduing him would cost his life.
After hesitating for a moment, Pan Chengnian asked Sheng Jingwei, "Do you still want to give it a try?"
Sheng Jingwei said categorically: "Yes, there is nothing important except death."
"Okay, I won't stop you. You stay here alone. Whether you are alive or dead, good or bad, you have to leave it to fate."
Sheng Jingwei gritted his teeth and said, "Thank you, Master..."
Pan Chengnian flicked his sleeves and was about to leave when he suddenly stopped, frowned and looked somewhere, and shouted in a low voice: "Who is it?"
Sheng Jingwei was startled and looked up hurriedly, only to see in the darkness a person walking slowly into the light on the torso of a black dragon. The person did not look like a human or a ghost, his eyes were ignited with two balls of green fire, and his face was bloody and bloody. , exposing the phosphorus-white bones, whose appearance was indistinguishable, the body was covered in ulcers, and the skin and flesh were hanging on the bones, looking like a living dead who had just crawled out of the grave.
"Who broke the illusion?" He turned his head and looked over one face after another, and finally stared at Pan Chengnian, grinning with a few burnt-yellow and black teeth, "Is it you?"
It seemed that he hadn't spoken for a long time, his tongue was not very flexible, and a few words came out, and his voice sounded very strange.
Pan Chengnian nodded slightly and asked: "Who are you?"
"Your Excellency? Haha, you young man is so rude and rude!"
While they were talking, the violent demonic energy spurted out of his body, and then retracted suddenly. It was many times more intense. Sheng Jingwei's heart skipped a beat, and he was surprised and delighted. This was clearly the demonic energy cutting away his hair and cleansing his marrow, and he was enlightened. The characteristics are absolutely unmistakable.
Pan Chengnian sighed: "The human-monster has a different path and uses demon energy to cleanse his body. Do you also want to become such a ghost?"
Sheng Jingwei's heart trembled. The meaning behind the leader's words was obvious. The lessons learned from the past are not far away. If he insists on going his own way, the person in front of him will be his fate. He smiled bitterly and said: "Looking like this is better than dying."
Pan Chengnian's words and deeds angered the other party. The green fire in the eyes of the living dead disappeared, he pursed his lips and blew a breath. A ball of black energy swelled, condensed into a small sword halfway, and flew out. The sword was not very fast, but there was no way to avoid it. With just a flick of the sword, it was nailed to Pan Chengnian's shoulder until the sword was gone.
This was clearly the method of Kunlun Sword Cultivator. Pan Chengnian's face looked a little strange, his body gradually faded, and finally disappeared. The next moment, he stepped out of the void, looking at the small sword, hesitant in his heart.
"One Qi, transforming into three pure beings? Under the Kunlun Sect?" The living dead man relied on his seniority and stopped taking action. He pursed his lips and took another breath. The small sword flew back and turned into a ball of black Qi, which sank into his mouth.
Sheng Jingwei vaguely guessed the identity of the other party, glanced at the leader, stepped forward and bowed his hands in greeting, and said: "Senior, I don't know. Thousands of years ago, Kunlun sword cultivators and Xuan cultivators parted ways. The sword cultivators inherited the Kunlun lineage at Liushi Peak. Xiu went to the hinterland of the Central Plains, established another branch in Liantao Mountain, and founded the Taiyi Sect."
An old man called "Senior" with a shy face. Everyone else felt strange, but the living dead nodded carelessly and said, "Hey, are you a disciple of the Taiyi Sect?"
"Yes, junior Sheng Jingwei, a disciple of Taiyi Sect. Is that... senior Yi Shizu who left the 'Qi Refining Technique' in the small note of "Taiyi Foundation Establishment Sutra"?"
The living dead man chuckled and said: "No, I'm trying it out. 'Heqi Technique' is not 'Qi Refining Technique'. The surname is Yin, not Yi. Let me ask you, are you here, under the Black Dragon Pond, to absorb the demonic energy?" , practice 'Aiki Technique' and purify the body?"
Hearing the word "Heqi Technique", Wei Shiqi thought thoughtfully. He once practiced "Heqi Zhixuan Jing" to refine demon pills and absorb vitality for his own use. "Heqi Zhixuan Jing" is probably based on "Aiki Technique" came from the hands of the "Master Yin" in front of me. It was changed by later generations and then spread out of Kunlun.
Sheng Jingwei looked embarrassed and said with an apologetic smile: "The master has learned from thousands of miles away. This junior has failed to ascend, and his life is short. Try the 'Aiki Technique', there may be a glimmer of hope."
The living dead man was noncommittal and turned around to look at Pan Chengnian, "Are you too, a disciple of Taiyi Sect?"
Pan Chengnian smiled slightly and said casually: "Pan Chengnian, the head of Taiyi Sect, has met Zhenren Yin."
"What did you call me for?" The green fire in the eyes of the living dead suddenly grew bigger and smaller, and he seemed quite excited.
Pan Chengnian said word for word: "Dongzhenren, Yinzhenren."
