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Qing Yao's voice was originally clear, with a bit of childishness.

But at this moment, there was a trace of evil in the voice, Lu Xiaochan got up and continued to run.

It seems that the target of this evil spirit is him!

Qing Yao suddenly came in front of Lu Xiaochan, and Lu Xiaochan almost ran into his arms.

"Uncle, where are you going? Are you playing hide and seek with your disciple?"

Lu Xiaochan's heart sank and she took a step back.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"Master, let's guess."

Qing Yao smiled and took a step closer to Lu Xiaochan.

Lu Xiaochan took a step back, he told himself not to be afraid, not to be afraid.

Because the old liar Kunwu said when he told the story that evil spirits in the world also feed on fear.

One must be magnanimous, free from desires and worries, so as not to be invaded by evil spirits.

There is nothing to be afraid of, Lu Xiaochan.

"I don't know what you want. I hate half-talking in my life. If you just talk about it, I will give it to you if I can. It's like feeding the dog. If I can't give it to you, grab it! "

Qing Yao put away his smile, and with his hands behind his back, he looked at Lu Xiaochan's expression with great interest.

"Master uncle was still panicking just now, but now he is not afraid at all. As for the disciple... I just want to use my master's alchemy!"

After finishing speaking, Qing Yao's hand suddenly reached for Lu Xiaochan's abdomen, and Lu Xiaochan's heart was raised.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, a sword energy whizzed out from Lu Xiaochan's elixir, the sword formation hovered, and the moonlight overflowed fiercely, blocking Lu Xiaochan's face.

Qing Yao couldn't avoid it, and was locked into it by the sword formation. He twisted and struggled, his eyes widened: "This is impossible——this is impossible—how did you break the moon's sword formation!"

Seeing that Qing Yao was trapped, Lu Xiaochan turned around and ran away.

He couldn't find Kunwu's quiet room, but he faintly felt a familiar but powerful aura nearby.

He ran towards that aura, as long as he found the owner of that aura, he would be able to stop Qing Yao!

Who knew that Qing Yao broke free from "Broken Moon", got out covered in blood, fell to the ground, and said viciously: "I didn't expect...Yang Cang left him a sword intent...but Mr. Li Che's Dan Yuan, I'm going to make a deal!"

Qing Yao flew away, Lu Xiaochan felt a gust of evil wind behind her, and had no time to turn her head.

Just when Qing Yao was about to take out his alchemy from behind Lu Xiaochan, another burst of sword energy rushed out, rushing wildly, and the sword array opened up. Fortunately, the evil spirit in Qing Yao's body reacted quickly and rushed to Then quickly evacuate.

"It turned out to be the 'Tianque' sword formation!"

The sword formation quickly approached and crushed into Qing Yao's body.

"Ah——" Qing Yao made a tragic voice.

He lowered his head and hugged himself tightly, his bones creaked, he raised his neck, his veins bulged, and a black evil mist was forced out in an instant.

Lu Xiaochan finally ran in front of that spiritual energy, only then realized that it was not a person, but a long rib that was entwined with spiritual vines.

The evil fog was about to spread, and Lu Xiaochan heard its wild clamor.

Don't be afraid, Lu Xiaochan!You can't always rely on Brother Wu Xia's protection!

Everything in the world has spirits, and with their power, destroy this evil spirit!

Lu Xiaochan closed her eyes, ignored the overwhelming evil spirits, and connected her mind with all the spiritual things around her.

Chang Yan's ribs trembled, and turned into countless filaments, which entered Lu Xiaochan's skin and penetrated into his body, like a river from the ancient prehistoric flooding into Lu Xiaochan's elixir.

The spirit vines spread out, as if opening an embrace, offering Chang Yan's ribs.

As soon as Lu Xiaochan grasped it, in an instant, he seemed to hear Changyan's heartbeat from ancient times, its inner yearning, and the freedom and ease of breaking through the sky.

Holding it, Lu Xiaochan turned around, and the last sword array that Shu Wucha left in his body shot out along Chang Yan's ribs, with momentum like a rainbow.

The evil spirit was scattered by this big formation, and when it gathered again, it was already extremely weak.

"This is impossible... No matter how powerful Yang Cang is... the deity is not here, the mere sword intent... how can it have such great power..."

Lu Xiaochan tightly held the long ribs, he seemed to feel the remnants of the legendary spirit beast surrounding him, firmly protecting him.

Knowing that the situation was over, the evil spirit turned around and fled quickly.

It broke through many spaces, broke through the Tailing Pavilion, and left in a panic.

After finally rushing out of the Tailing Pavilion, the evil spirits gathered and took shape.

At this time, a clear and lazy laugh sounded.

"Oh, I didn't expect the thousand-year-old evil spirit to have such a miserable time."

A sword formation descended from the sky and locked it in.

"Thousand... Palace Master Qianqiu..."

Under the blue sky, a handsome and elegant man sat casually on a fairy sword, propped his chin, and looked at it as if reading a joke.

The evil spirit trembled, knowing that its time had come.

The man raised his chin, chatting with it as if he were an old friend.

"Tai Ling Pavilion is an important place of the immortal sect. Although the disciples under the sect are not masters of killing evil, but with their cultivation level, you may not be able to get benefits if you join forces! Without the temptation of the sky, how dare you break into Tai Ling Pavilion? "

The evil spirit knew that it would be impossible to escape the refinement if it said or not, so it simply kept silent.

The Lord of Qianqiu laughed lightly, the sword formation suddenly changed, and the evil spirit suffered so much that it couldn't be more painful.

"Hall Master Qianqiu—you are also the orthodox sect of Xuanmen! If you want to refine it, give it a good time!"

The master of the Qianqiu Palace smiled and leaned forward: "Xuanmen authentic? What kind of joke are you talking about? The orthodox you speak of call me a 'devil' in front of my face. A demon must have the demeanor of a demon, Otherwise, this nickname will be for nothing!"

At this time, the evil spirit felt like being punished by ten thousand nails, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

"I said——I said——Kun Wu reshaped Mr. Li Che's physical body...I wanted to take advantage of Mr. Li Che's ignorance, and take his pill...but I didn't expect Yang Cang to leave the sword intent In his body... evil spirits are not allowed to come close..."

The Master of Qianqiu Hall's expression froze, and the coldness pierced through his eyes.

"Do you dare to fight Mr. Li Che's idea? Tell me—except for you, who else knows that Mr. Li Che has reshaped his body?"

"I don't know! I don't know! Refining me quickly! Refining me!"

"How did you find out about Mr. Li Che! Tell me!"

The Lord of Qianqiu turned his wrist slightly, and the sword formation that locked the evil spirit changed again, and the spirit energy divided the evil spirit's body one by one.

"Ah - let me go! I say! I say! It's... the devil Lord Luli sent me..."

Palace Master Qianqiu closed his eyes and frowned.

In an instant, the evil spirit was refined, the Lord Qianqiu got up, Yujian rushed into the Tailing Pavilion, passed through many empty spaces, and entered the center of the Tailing Pavilion.

At this time, Lu Xiaochan was holding Chang Yan's ribs, her mind was still tense and did not dare to relax, for fear that the evil spirit would return.

The Lord of the Qianqiu Hall broke through the wind, and the moment he saw Lu Xiaochan, his pupils trembled, and he put his sword back into its sheath.

Lu Xiaochan was waiting for him. He thought it was the return of the evil spirits, but he saw the aura of the Qianqiu Hall Master in front of him flowing like a waterfall.

"You... who are you?" Lu Xiaochan asked.

The other party looked at Lu Xiaochan fixedly, with complete disbelief in his eyes.

After a long time, the other party said: "Mo Qianqiu, the master of Qianqiu Palace under the sky in the East Ruins Realm. I don't know your immortal name?"

His voice is unique and elegant, with a hint of laziness, like old wine.

"I don't have a fairy name..."

"Then does the little fairy boy have a name?"

Mo Qianqiu looked at Lu Xiaochan, as if he couldn't see him clearly, but there was no malice in his eyes, instead there was a hint of joy of reunion after a long absence.

"My name is Lu Xiaochan."

Mo Qianqiu closed his eyes and let out a soft breath.His eyes fell from Lu Xiaochan's face to his hands.

"I didn't expect Chang Yan to choose you."

"What do you mean?"

Mo Qianqiu smiled calmly, came in front of Lu Xiaochan, gently lifted the rib, and said with a smile: "Little fairy boy, congratulations, you already have your own fairy sword."

Lu Xiaochan was stunned, then lowered her head: "What? Immortal sword?"

Mo Qianqiu tilted his head and smiled: "Not everyone can get a fairy sword made of the spiritual bones of ancient spirit beasts. Fairy boy, you are destined to be immortal. It's just that the spiritual bones are rare, and it is not easy to make it enlightened."

Lu Xiaochan was pleasantly surprised, he has his own sword?

And it was the rib of an ancient spirit beast!

He touched it carefully, only thinking that Shu Wucha would come back soon and tell him the good news.

"Thank you, Palace Master." Lu Xiaochan laughed.

Mo Qianqiu paused, lowered his eyes and said softly: "You are not the same as you were a thousand years ago."

"What?" Lu Xiaochan took a step forward, trying to hear what Mo Qianqiu said clearly.

At this time, Kun Wu drove back with a ray, and when he stepped into the Tailing Pavilion, he saw a mess everywhere.

He was terrified and shouted Lu Xiaochan's name.

"Little Cicada! Lu Xiaochan—"

"Here I am! Old liar! Here I am!"

Kun Wu heard the sound, paused when he saw Mo Qianqiu, and saw that Lu Xiaochan was safe, so he knocked him on the head.

"Little thing! What are you calling out in front of the guests!"

Who is the old liar!

"Calling you!" Lu Xiaochan was happy and angry when she saw Kunwu for the rest of her life, "Where did you go! I was almost taken away by an evil spirit!"

"I... I fell for the trick of diverting the tiger away from the mountain! I didn't realize I was cheated until I arrived at Luoshuijian, so I rushed back immediately. As long as you are fine! As long as you are fine!"

Kun Wu turned around and bowed to Mo Qianqiu: "Thank you, Lord Qianqiu, for saving me! Kun Wu will remember it in my heart, if in the future..."

Mo Qianqiu raised his hand, and said with a light smile, "Medical Sect was joking. It was this fairy boy who subdued that evil spirit. I just took advantage of it and refined it."

"Even so, Kunwu will always remember the grace of the Palace Master for saving us."

Mo Qianqiu approached Kunwu, and said in a low voice: "Kunwu, the Demon City already knows that Lord Li Che is back. There is Chaos Karmic Fire hidden in his alchemy, and the Demon City will definitely stare at his alchemy."

Kun Wu raised his head and looked at Mo Qianqiu.

"What do you think? I am a teacher for a day, and I will be a teacher for life. Although I, Mo Qianqiu, are not as good as those hypocritical Taoist orthodox sects, my master taught me to do as I please."

Mo Qianqiu turned his face and glanced at Lu Xiaochan.

"The lord was joking. Back then... when Xiaochan was a child, he won the bet and asked the lord to call him 'Master'. How could he take it seriously?"

"Why can't it be taken seriously? If it weren't for my little master, Xiao Chan, I would have gone mad for a long time. How could I have the current cultivation level. Since Chang Yan's ribs recognized him, it would be a waste to practice medicine, and it would not be able to resist the devil's treatment of him. Xiao of Dan Yuan thinks, why not cultivate the sword."

"Then what should I do..." Kunwu looked at Mo Qianqiu anxiously.

"What do you think should be done?" Mo Qianqiu asked back.

Kunwu thought to himself, besides Shu Wucha, who else is more suitable to teach Lu Xiaochan?

The next moment, Mo Qianqiu curled his lips, took a step back, and walked away gracefully with his sword.

"There is a cycle of cause and effect in the world. Let nature take its course, and everything is done naturally."

Mo Qianqiu's voice with a smile got further and further away.

Kunwu let out a breath, and Lu Xiaochan came to Kunwu with that rib in hand: "Senior Brother...I moved it to protect myself...how about you put it back."

Kunwu sighed and shook his head: "This rib weighs a thousand pounds. It is not its owner, and no one can lift it."

"what?"

Lu Xiaochan was dumbfounded.

How could he hold it?

Kunwu gently pushed the rib back into Lu Xiaochan's arms: "You keep it. From now on, it will be yours."

"So...you gave me such an important thing? Old liar, are you kidding or are you out of your mind?"

Kun Wu slapped Lu Xiaochan on the forehead suddenly.

"You're out of your mind!"

"You dare to hit me?"

"So what if I hit you! Ask Shu Wuxia to hit me!" Kun Wu looked at the ruined celestial grasses with a heartbroken heart, "My sweetheart! It's gone again!"

Kunwu started a new round of mourning, and Lu Xiaochan stood beside her with her ribs in her arms, thinking that Kunwu could cry for a few days.

Mo Qianqiu Yujian returned to Qianqiu Palace.

The long wind blows, the hair and clothes are flying up, intertwined and undulating with the ever-changing clouds.

He was still sitting on the fairy sword, lazily, with his face upturned, his narrow eyes slightly closed, turned around and smiled towards the Tailing Pavilion.

The Qianqiu Hall is located in the East Ruins. Since the Sword Sect of the East Ruins became a demon more than 1000 years ago, and even caused disasters for the world, all the major sects in the East Ruins realm have been unable to hold their heads up, and some small immortal sects have even been closed down.

There used to be thousands of sects under the East Ruins, but now there are only a dozen or so left.

Among them, the most famous and feared by Sifang Jianmen is Qianqiu Hall.

It is an underground palace.

It is rumored that this underground palace was built on the chest of the remains of the ancient spirit beast Yun Yuan, and the entire underground palace was wrapped by the ribs of the spirit beast Yun Yuan.

The Qianqiu Market where the Qianqiu Hall is located is the burial place of the spirit beast Yun Yuan and his clan.

Therefore, the successive masters of the Qianqiu Hall are also called "the masters of Yuanling", and they are the guardians of the ancient spirit beasts.

Probably because the East Ruins Sword Sect's infatuation also added a bit of evil to the Qianqiu Ruins under his sect, and the spirit beast Yan Yuan was also passed down by word of mouth and turned into an ancient beast, and somehow "had harmed the common people together with the evil spirit Chaos".

As for the Lord Qianqiu who guarded the mausoleum, he became a big devil naturally.

Mo Qianqiu came to the sky above Qianqiu Ruins. Below him was a whole piece of pure white sand, and the undulating sand dunes stretched into the distance under the moonlight.

Mo Qianqiu turned his face sideways, snapped his fingers crisply, and the ethereal voice lingered under the moonlight. The sea of ​​sand suddenly began to flow, like a whirlpool, flowing downward until an entrance appeared.

Mo Qianqiu entered with his sword, and the delicate sea of ​​sand poured down his body like a waterfall, like countless delicate star debris under the moonlight.

A palace door opened, and Mo Qianqiu flew in. The original entrance was filled with fine sand, leaving no trace.

"Hallmaster, have you found your spirit beast? Why did you come back so soon?" The disciples in the hall saluted him with fists cupped.

"I didn't find the spirit beast... But it doesn't matter, the days to come won't be boring."

Mo Qianqiu smiled meaningfully, took the tea offered by his disciples, and drank it all in one gulp.

He returned to his bedroom and took a box with him.

The carvings on the box were layered and complicated. Mo Qianqiu pushed it lightly, but the box lid was not lifted, but moved to the side.

Inside the box is a crystal clear seed.

Mo Qianqiu propped his chin, fiddled with the seed, and thought of some past events.

One thousand and five hundred years ago, Mo Qianqiu was one of the three disciples of the former Qianqiu Palace Master.

It happened that the three brothers and sisters were about to break through the realm of "entering momentum", and their master gave each of them a brocade box, telling them that the way to break through the realm of "entering momentum" was in this box.

The three of them must open their respective boxes, which can damage the lock but not the box.

This lock is called "Vientiane Lock". It is said that there are 360 ​​mechanisms and 720 Taoist formations hidden in a lock that is only as big as a thumb, with endless changes.

It can be described as one lock, one world.

The three brothers, their servants and disciples were trying to find a way to unlock the lock.

Some of them probed into the lock with true energy, trying to pry the lock open, but were blocked by the ingenious mechanism inside, and some borrowed magic soldiers to split the lock, and even delved into the technique of the strange mechanism, but in the end they failed. result.

Mo Qianqiu's elder brother entered the lock with his soul, and wanted to understand the mechanism, but he was trapped in the strange gate formation in the lock.And Mo Qianqiu's second senior brother entered the lock with a sword formation, and was seriously injured by the sword formation's backlash.

He thought day and night, locked himself in the quiet room, did not eat or drink, but could not find a way to unlock the "Vientiane Lock".This feeling of being unable to achieve what he wanted to do by all means tortured him, and it also tormented him. The more he was persistent, the more painful it would be.

Until one day, he heard the sound of various porcelain vases and jars being touched lightly outside the door of the quiet room, like a piece of frost falling into boiling water, and he suddenly woke up.