Xianzun becomes a showman as soon as he loses his memory

There was a lot of noise in the ears, Qiu Chenzhi was so tired that he wanted to open his eyes, but the eyelids seemed to be heavy, and he couldn't open them no matter what.

His fingers trembled slightly, his chest hurt like a sharp knife, every bone in his body was creaking, and the darkness shrouded in front of his eyes never left.

Not to mention the din of people outside, yelling, scolding and howling, those noises could not be driven away into his ears, and he was so irritable that he almost wanted him to lift his coffin board...

etc!Coffin board?

Qiu Chenzhi in the darkness finally took a deep breath and opened his eyes instantly.

It was still dark in front of me, without any light, and it was so oppressive that it was suffocating.He tried his best, and finally moved his stiff arm tremblingly, and his slender fingers slowly stroked the darkness covering his eyes.

I was clearly lying on my own bed before going to bed, how could I just lie on my mouth when I opened my eyes...

"A coffin!"

After cutting off a person's head with a knife in his hand, the blood demon ancestor finally rushed to the front, but his eyes widened suddenly, and he screamed strangely: "Didn't it mean that the fairy artifact was born? Why did the place where the golden light fall, Only this unlucky coffin!"

Three days ago, a ray of golden light suddenly fell from the sky, causing the entire cultivation world to tremble.I saw that golden light falling among the hundreds of thousands of mountains in the south, and half of the sky was dyed red by it, and an extremely strong spiritual energy filled most of the cultivation world.

Suddenly, everyone in the comprehension world went crazy.

treasure!Absolute gem!This kind of vision has never been heard or seen before, and it may be some kind of immortal artifact that is rare in ten thousand years.

So what are you waiting for, grab it——

The heads of the four major sects and the top ten ancestors of the evil spirits in the evil domain all threw away their demeanor and face as a master. Desperately rushed to the southern mountains, all wanting to grab this treasure before others.

However, in just three days, the mountains in the south were filled with corpses that died tragically. Those who finally managed to step over the mountain of corpses and flow through the sea of ​​blood to reach their destination were all strong among the strong.

But when they came here after fighting with each other, they didn't see any treasures and artifacts, only found a... coffin? !

With so many people dead, how can it not be annoying if it is found that there is no magic weapon in the end.

Hearing the call of the Gorefiend Patriarch, all the cultivators present were suffocated immediately, they stopped their confrontation with each other by coincidence, and rushed over in an instant, looking at the place where the golden light fell.

There was really only one coffin, and the coffin was not placed flat on the ground, but stood tall, and half of the coffin was smashed into the soil.

The body of the coffin is not gold, not wood, not stone, the color is dark and black, and it looks very heavy. The lid of the coffin is tightly closed, as if it wants to seal the person in the coffin tightly.

But there was a long sword that was as bright as autumn water slanted on the coffin, half of the blade pierced straight into the coffin, only a few dark bloodstains splashed on the bright sword.

Everyone's eyes were first attracted by the coffin, and then their eyes lit up when they saw the long sword.

Nice sword!

Before approaching, he already felt the deep chill on the sword. Although the magic of this sword is unknown, it is the treasure that everyone has fought for for three days. Just hold it in your hand and examine it carefully. ,presumably……

The blood demon patriarch who was closest to this sword was immediately excited when he thought of this place, and he no longer cared about the coffin that made him scream bad luck. He stepped forward and wanted to pull the divine sword off the coffin.

"Don't act rashly, the devil!"

A white cloud of floating dust suddenly struck, wrapped around the wrist of the blood demon patriarch, and flung him aside.

The face of the blood demon patriarch who was originally satisfied was suddenly full of embarrassment, and with a wave of blood-colored sleeves, he shook off the dust on his wrist. end.

He turned his head and stared at the person who had just shot with cold eyes: "Realist Tianqing, sneak attack from behind is really a good demeanor of a well-known family."

The person he was eyeing was an old man with immortal demeanor, dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe, with white beard and hair, and holding a handle of jade floating dust. He was the head of Taixu Sect, the largest sect in the cultivation world today.

Daoist Tianqing threw the floating dust back onto his arms, and looked at the blood demon ancestor expressionlessly: "Accept! Just now, in order to be one step ahead, the ancestor cut off the head of the poor disciple with one knife. At this time, the ancestor Why did you seek justice from the poor Taoist instead?"

Looking at the upright Tian Qingzi, the blood demon patriarch's thin cheeks twitched, and he laughed strangely: "The real person blames this deity for killing too many people? How have you killed fewer people from the four major sects? Thanks to you, ten ancestors, half the journey has been missed.”

Master Tianqing said indifferently: "Isn't there still half of it left?"

The blood demon patriarch choked.

People who cultivate Taoism and those who cultivate demons have always disliked each other, and new hatred and old hatred all broke out completely this time.

After these three days of desperate fighting, the master of the Xihua Palace among the four sects of the righteous way was killed, and only the heads of the three sects of Taixu Sect, Wanshufang, and Daneng Temple remained.

However, five of the ten elders in their Demon Realm were beheaded abruptly. Now, among the demon cultivators, there are only five including him who have the ancestor's cultivation base.

Although in terms of numbers, five people seem to be able to gang up on three people, but the head of Taixu, Tian Qingzi, is the veritable No. He shot to kill.

Unless the demon king who is practicing in closed doors in the demon realm is forcibly dragged out, no one in the crowd is likely to be his opponent.

At this moment, the ancestor of the blood demon who was confronting Tian Qingzi was annoyed. He only hated why his own demon lord had to close himself at this time, so that no one could disturb him, and he missed the birth of the fairy A rare event in a million years.

If there is a demon king in their demon domain this time, why should they be afraid of the mere Tian Qingzi.

The blood demon patriarch spat secretly, although his face was still strong, but his heart was still a little weak after all, and he took two steps back unconsciously, but said stiffly: "Although there are only five elders left on our side. , but there are still three masters left on the real person's side."

"There is only one divine sword, I'm afraid the three masters will not be able to distinguish..."

He said hypocritically.

These words were originally intended to sow discord with Zhengdao, but he did not expect his senior brother Zihe Patriarch to be a stickler. Hearing his words, he immediately jumped up and said anxiously: "Senior brother, we have suffered heavy casualties this time in Demon Realm. The weapon is right in front of us, so why don't we just hand it over to those hypocrites... oh!"

The blood demon patriarch had no expression on his face, cursing mentally retarded in his heart, and slapped Zihe patriarch, that iron tower-like man, aside with one slap, still peeking at Tian Qingzi from the corner of his eyes.

Tian Qingzi understood in his heart the tricks of these devils to sow discord, and he didn't bother to expose it, so he just snorted coldly.

On the contrary, the head of Wanshufang next to him laughed, and closed the folding fan in his hand with a "shua", and his scholarly and elegant face was full of sarcasm, and said loudly: "How will the fairy artifacts be divided in the end? That's our business, no worries for outsiders. I just don't understand why the ancestor is still here at this time?"

The words have already begun to drive people away.

The abbot of Daneng Temple had not spoken before, but now he put his palms together and said "Amitabha".

Seeing that the three major masters of Zhengdao just stood aside for a moment, the blood demon patriarch's heart sank, knowing that this time their Demon Realm might really be no match for them, but the immortal artifact that was rare in ten thousand years was right in front of them, If you give up now...

He was still hesitating in his heart, unable to make a decision, but a black shadow suddenly rushed to the side of the coffin while everyone was not paying attention, and raised his hand to grab the long sword and was about to tear it off.

It was Zihe Patriarch who was slapped to the side just now!

The calm that had been maintained just now was broken, and everyone was shocked, and rushed towards the coffin almost at the same time.

Tian Qingzi instantly picked up the Thunder Jue, and slashed at Patriarch Zihe with mixed anger. The other four elders of Demon Realm rushed to protect each other, but it was still a step too late.

The huge and burly body of Zihe Patriarch was cut straight, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out immediately, the flesh and blood like an iron tower was already ripped apart, and his knees gave way, and he fell to the ground.

And the long sword in his hand made a soft sound, and he dragged it out of the coffin.

It's just that there is still half of blood dripping on the sharp sword, as if it was just pulled out from someone's chest.

At the same time, a strong spiritual energy suddenly spread out, and the originally silent coffin trembled. Before the people who had just rushed up could react, the heavy coffin lid was kicked open and shattered into pieces. disappeared into the air.

A gust of wind hit, none of the strongest among the group of strongmen, including Tian Qingzi, No. 1 of the Righteous Way, could withstand this force, and they were all thrown to the ground for a while, without any chance of fighting back Li, everyone was in a panic.

When the startled and angry crowd got up again and looked up again, they all froze in place, unable to move their eyes away.

From the gloomy and heavy coffin, a frightened figure slowly stepped out.

As if a piece of flawless jade had condensed into ice in a coffin, the young man's handsome brows seemed to be covered with severe frost. At a glance, he was first taken away by the cold and indifferent aura. There is a pair of clear eyes, like a clear mountain spring flowing through, not yet condensed by frost and snow.

No one would have imagined that there would be such an outstanding person in the coffin, and the people who had fought so hard just now, none of them had recovered their senses, and that seemingly extraordinary long sword was instead Forget it.

For some reason, the man in the coffin was originally wearing a dark and white Taoist robe, but now it seemed to be torn apart, and it was loosely draped on his body, revealing a large area of ​​cold jade-like skin color on his chest, and his heart was bare. A bloody wound.

At this time, under the astonished gaze of everyone, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only a shallow scar and blood on the chest that could not be wiped away in the future.

As the man walked slowly, the Taoist crown that was originally tied on his head gradually loosened, and finally the damaged Taoist crown was overwhelmed and rolled to the ground, and the ink-stained black hair also slid down like a waterfall, falling to the man. waist.

Many lecherous devils in the Demon Realm even let out a lot of exclamation at this amazing scene.

There was a trace of confusion in the handsome man's eyes, he slowly turned his head to look at the Taoist crown that rolled down to his feet, and then slowly shifted his gaze to the long sword next to the Taoist crown.

The Zihe patriarch who pulled out his long sword hastily, first received Tianqingzi's lightning spell, and then received the impact of the man in the coffin when he came out of the coffin. .

Only the blood-stained long sword lay alone on the spot.

The handsome man stared at the long sword indifferently, and finally, he stretched out his arm slightly, as if wanting to touch the sharp blade on the ground.

Everyone first took pictures of the man's strength, and then took pictures of the man's appearance. At this time, they didn't dare to act rashly. They all held their breath involuntarily and silently watched the next development.

But before the slender white fingertips touched the hilt of the sword, the figure of the man in the coffin suddenly swayed, as if the energy he had accumulated for a long time was finally exhausted. The man staggered and passed out on the ground. The normal eyes are also closed.

Onlookers: "..."

What kind of divine turning point is this? !

People with both good and evil ways were stunned for a long time, but Tian Qingzi was the first to react, staring closely at the unconscious man on the ground, his eyes gradually turned from thoughtful to eager.

He said softly: "Could it be..."

"Could it be that this person is the real... rare fairy artifact!" The head of Wanshufang who was beside him took his words and said in a hoarse voice.

Only those fingertips that pinched the fan bone so hard that they turned white revealed his true mood at the moment.

Compared to the sword, the person in the coffin was more like a fairy treasure in the legend.

Suddenly, a demon ancestor jumped up and showed his weapon, and rushed straight to the unconscious man on the ground, trying to snatch it with his hand.

The heads of the three major sects focused their eyes, and immediately stepped forward to stop them, and shouted sharply: "Dare you, the devil—"

The two sides fought together again.

……

At the same time, above the Nine Heavens, in the Immortal Realm.

The once-in-a-hundred-year Six Realm Conference is about to be held, and the Dharma Protector, holding a black and white Taoist robe in his hand, hurried to the daily living hall of the Immortal Venerable.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the living hall, the god general saw a little Taoist boy running out in panic. After seeing him, he grabbed his cuff as if he had seen a savior and said, "Xianjun, I can't find Mr. Xianzun." Already!"

The Dharma Protector General pulled this little guy off his sleeve, and said nothing seriously: "Don't worry! Immortal Venerable retreated a while ago, and now that the Sixth Congress is coming up, it's time for him to come out."

Daotong anxiously said: "I have already checked, the door of the closed place of Master Xianzun is open, but the person is not there."

The god general caressed the newly made Taoist robe in his hand, shook his head and said: "Please tell the immortal, my subordinates know that the sixth conference is very boring, but the masters of all walks of life will not be absent at that time. If my master of the immortal world does not go, it will be too great It's a shame, and I ask the immortal to be patient for a while."

Seeing that other people didn't take it seriously, Dao Tong was about to cry: "Xianjun, it's true, I can't find Master Xianzun anywhere! Could it be that Xianzun is no longer in the fairy world at this time?"

The Guardian God General sneered and said: "There is no movement at the connection between the Immortal Realm and the other four realms, which means that Master Xianzun has not gone to other realms."

He patted Daotong on the head.

"Do you think that the immortal can still slip and fall to the lower world?"

The author has something to say: This article is over, this is the next follow-up article:

"My director is a god...stick! "

"Director, the effect of the new horror film is not ideal."

Xuan Yi grabbed a ghost in red and dragged it to the set: "Don't worry, this is my new ghost actor."

"Director, the actress who was scheduled to play the fox demon suddenly got injured."

Xuan Yi grabbed a vixen's tail and dragged it to the set: "Don't panic, this is an actor I'm looking for temporarily."

"Director, our special effects film budget is not enough."

Xuan Yi grabbed the head monk's beard and dragged him to the set: "Don't worry, this is the boss of the special effects company."

Ordinary crew members (shuddering): Can our crew be saved...