Cultivation

These words successfully stopped Feng Yulou's footsteps.

After Master Lu said this, he coughed immediately. He bent over from coughing, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs, and he proved his words with his own words.

Shangguan Li was a little overwhelmed by this breathless cough: "Then, that real Lu Er took away Zhang Linggu, what will happen to him?"

Immortal Lu Er led Zhang Linggu to a deep stream at this time. I don't know how deep it is under the cliff. Standing next to him, he felt a cold wind, which seemed like evil spirit, but there was no evil spirit in this evil spirit.

"The prisoner in Longling is not a dragon but a sword." Master Lu Er looked at Jiandi: "In 3000 years, there was a senior who cultivated the Tao with a sword. After entering this deep stream, there has been sword light and dragon chant in this mountain since then, and many sword cultivators later took pride in being able to bury their swords in this impoverished dragon stream. The swords thrown into this stream for thousands of years I'm afraid there are thousands of handles."

Zhang Linggu had read about this matter in a book. At that time, he thought that he had learned the Dao with the sword, and he thought in his heart that he would also forge a good sword in the future, and he would also come to this impoverished dragon stream for a walk before ascension.

"The so-called divine sword has a spirit, and there are several sword spirits trapped here." Master Lu Er said: "Although the demon bone sword on your body is strange, it is also a kind of sword. All the swords in the world are afraid There is nothing that these sword spirits don’t know, if we can invite them to come out and ask, I think they will know how to give this demon bone sword to me.”

When Zhang Linggu heard that this was a good idea, he looked towards the Yunlongjian: "Then how should we invite the sword spirit?"

Master Lu Er took half a step back, seeing Zhang Linggu looking around defenselessly, he slapped Zhang Linggu on the back, watching Zhang Linggu fall into the deep ravine, he sneered: "Of course it's a blood sacrifice."

Zhang Linggu suddenly fell in the air, and immediately realized that he had been fooled. He hurriedly restrained his mind and thought of a countermeasure. The stone walls on both sides were so smooth that flies could not stand on them. Bone didn't dare to activate the Wind Control Charm in his shoes rashly, so he could only grab the hem of his outer robe and open his hands to use the outer robe to wind the wind to slow down his falling speed.

At this moment, three balls of golden light emerged from the bottom of the stream, and the golden light borrowed strength from the stone wall, and quickly rushed to Zhang Linggu. They were three "people" composed of golden light, each holding a A lightsaber with the same golden handle.

This is the sword spirit?

When Zhang Linggu was amazed, he saw the three sword spirits attack Zhang Linggu who was still chasing down in mid-air with three different sword moves from three different directions.

During the crisis, Zhang Linggu felt the blood rushing to his brain, which made him suddenly feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had not only seen these three moves before, but also repeated them many times, but these three sword lights did not come Reminiscing with him, blocked all directions of his whereabouts.

Zhang Linggu hurriedly activated the Wind Control Curse in his right foot, folded his body and slid down against the stone wall while avoiding the three swords at a strange and tricky angle.

The three sword spirits couldn't catch up, and the three lightsabers collided with each other, giving Zhang Linggu a little time to breathe and quickly fell down.

There was a little reflection at the bottom of the stream, and Zhang Linggu's right foot's Wind Control Mantra was exhausted. He estimated the distance and used the left foot's Wind Control Mantra to support himself in a circle in mid-air to ease the force of his fall. Only then did he stabilize fell into shallow water.

There are many swords at the bottom of the gorge, some pierced into the water, some soaked in the bottom of the water, some exuded a gloomy brilliance as if they had their own spiritual consciousness, most of them were silent and cold iron tools, which had not touched the gloomy pan of popularity for many years. There was rust.

The above three sword spirits probably reached an agreement after a few moves, and at this time they fell from top to bottom like thunder, and two or three groups of golden lights lit up in the darkness of the deep ravine on both sides, as if a new sword spirit had woken up .

Zhang Linggu hurriedly bent down and grabbed a sword beside him. This one accidentally rubbed sideways to the side of the leg and pierced into the water. Anything that can be thrown here is a magic weapon. Such a light rub is already There was a wound on Zhang Linggu's leg, and the blood trickled down the trouser leg into the water, showing a tinge of red in the shallow water, and washed away those lonely famous utensils along the current.

As the six sword spirits approached, all the blades of the sharp swords in the stream trembled slightly, and the piercing sword energy immediately covered the entire Kunlong Stream.

Zhang Linggu felt that there was nowhere to avoid the cold wind and howling swords outside him. He clenched the sword in his hand. Facing the sword spirit left by his predecessors, his swordsmanship was undoubtedly that of a fly shaking a tree, but as a swordsman, his body You can die, but you can't retreat.

When Zhang Linggu was facing a life-and-death moment, the real person in the middle of the small courtyard took a few sips of tea and finally stopped coughing.

Fengyu Tower said to Master Lu: "If any of my disciples suffer any damage in Prison Dragon Ridge, I will level this mountain and see if a dragon is really crushed under your mountain."

Lu Zhenren handed the teacup to Xiaodaotong: "Go get me some spring water to make tea."

Fengyulou also turned to Shangguan Li and said: "Go to the main hall and tell those people that Zhang Linggu was taken away by Lu Er. If he loses a hair, I, Fengyulou, don't even want them to get it right." Leave Prison Dragon Ridge intact."

"Yes." Although Shangguan Li was curious about what Lu Zhenren and Fengyulou were going to talk about in private, Zhang Linggu's life was more important, so she hurriedly agreed and ran to the main hall.

Although the voice of Lu Zhenren was weak, it was also full of fierceness: "Back then, the Wanxianzong forced the Qianshan Mountain, which made the master unbearable and humiliated. I can't help you with my words, but I, Lu, have never I am ashamed to have met your second senior brother once, if you want to face each other with swords, I, Longling, will not back down even half a step."

Fengyulou said coldly: "What did my second senior brother entrust you with?"

"One year ago, your master made a hexagram, and found out the six characters of rebirth of the half-demon, the present world, and the rebirth of the demon." Lu Zhenren looked at the big tree above his head. This big tree has witnessed so many past events here for a hundred years, but it is always silent Be a spectator without saying a word: "Yu Yuanzhou and I are conceited that we are contemporary leaders in astrology, so we don't know how to test where these half-demons and heavenly demons will fall, and want to kill demons and eliminate demons to make a name for ourselves." world."

Feng Yulou turned sideways to face Lu Zhenren when he heard that, the result of this time's astrology should be able to explain many things that he couldn't figure out.

"At that time, we were lying on the ground for several months, but we had a quick glimpse of the leopard in this way, and we calculated that the demon would fall on your Ziwei star." When Lu Zhenren said this, his brows frowned: " It's not a rare thing to go from Dao to Demon since ancient times, but Yu Yuanzhou didn't listen to my persuasion, and wanted to change his fate against the sky, so that led to the following things..."

"What did he do?" Feng Yulou felt his hands trembling slightly, he hurriedly lowered his sleeves to cover them up, refusing to reveal the slightest vulnerability, his tone was calm as if he was asking about an irrelevant matter.

In those years, he often retreated for several years. The last time he was led out by the mournful cry of Longma, before his master died, his master gave Ziwei Xingji to him, a person who didn't know astrology and geomancy at all. After standing for three days and three nights, no one told him what happened.

"He thought that since the demon was going to fall on Ziwei Xingyu, it would be better to fall on him than on others, so he practiced the way of magic." Lu Zhenren sighed: "He has always been very smart, but it's a pity that he was smart instead of being smart. No, he thinks that even if he enters the magic way, as long as he doesn't kill or get bloody, it's not impossible to ascend with magic cultivation, he thinks he can do it..."

When he said this, he took a look at Fengyu Tower.

Yu Yuanzhou saw a ray of sword light in the astrology, and he was afraid that Fengyulou would be the one who became enchanted, so he would rather become enchanted by himself. speak out.

Back then in Qianshan, he had seen Fengyulou from a distance. At that time, Yu Yuanzhou wanted to plant plum trees in Qianshan on a whim. He had nothing to do to help out. He said proudly: "That's my junior brother Fengyulou, he is the only sword cultivator in my school who has entered the Tao with a sword for thousands of years."

At that time, he didn't see the appearance of Fengyulou clearly at all. The Fengyulou in front of him had a good appearance, but he also had a kind of alienation that strangers should not get close to. iceberg.

Master Bingshan Wanglu stared at him without speaking, and asked impatiently, "What happened next?"

"Later..." Lu Zhenren came back to his senses and gave a wry smile: "Your other brothers and sisters knew that he was possessed by the devil and wanted to bring him back. They broke into the Devil's Nightmare Mountain to steal the blood that can cleanse the devil's energy Xinlian, unexpectedly did not steal something, Qi Yunfan died and was seriously injured for no reason, Ming Ying was rescued by the demon king and fell into love..."

Hearing this, Fengyulou felt mixed feelings in his heart. He suddenly hated himself a little, hated why he only knew how to practice swords and never cared what the people around him were going through.

Reverend Lu continued to say with a far-sighted gaze: "To avenge them, Yuan Zhou only got on the Devil's Nightmare Mountain. He was murdered and saw the blood. Since then, the devil's energy has invaded his heart and he will never recover. In the end, he became a demon heretic that the righteous way of the world cannot tolerate."

That year, the blood stained the rivers, mountains, and the sky and the earth changed color. Although there was a huge disparity in the number of demons, Yu Yuanzhou, who was proficient in formations and astrology, set up an immortal-slaying array at the foot of Devil's Nightmare Mountain. Countless people in the righteous way followed up and flowed blood into rivers, but they couldn't even climb the mountain. go.

The orthodox sects were gloomy, and 36 sects of cultivating immortals made a blood oath to form the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect, elected a suzerain and ten elders, and gathered almost the power of the entire cultivating world to crusade against Demon Nightmare Mountain.

Back then, Wu Jiuzi was among the ten elders, and he was the one who broke the Immortal Slaying Formation, so that the Ten Thousand Immortals could drive straight to the Ten Thousand Demons Peak and kill Yu Yuanzhou.

And in that year, Fengyu Building was promoted from Imperial Realm to Transformative Realm, and the bloody storm beyond the thousand mountains did not blow to the bright red plum forest at all. He closed his ears and thought that the years were peaceful, but he didn't know that the outside world had already been turned upside down beyond recognition.

The author has something to say: Yu Yuanzhou: "Wait, isn't that right? I agreed that I am the third male, and I have a plot of 50 words. Why did I let Lao Lu say so in a few words in order to save the entire sect from becoming a demon? Have you taken it? Do you know how magnificent this paragraph is written?"

Hu Dou: "My visa application was rejected."

Yu Yuanzhou nodded, turned to his assistant and said, "We brought money into the crew, right? Inform my dad to withdraw the capital, this crew is hopeless."

Ming Ying: "I also have an opinion! This is a good time for me to clean up, why don't you give me this chance?! Some readers are going to whip me to death!"

Hudou: "I will write a book about the sweet and beloved wife of the evil demon king during the period between you and the demon king, and I promise to wash you very white."

Ming Ying: "When will you write it?"

"Wait for me to sign the contract."

"Then there is no hope in this life. Goodbye! Tell the agent that I accepted the variety show. Filming a drama is really not suitable for the Lun family. Many people scold the Lun family on the Lun family Weibo. The Lun family is so scared~~ ~"