Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 184

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The moonlight is like water, although there is no curfew on the ancient streets of Dongguan, but the midnight has passed, and there is no one to be seen except for the watchmen.

Inn, inside the wing.

Su Er's whim, Su Qinian's thought, intervened in the world, and the window leading to the ancient street opened silently.

The old man was teasing the little girl and telling stories with his arms around her, but Su Qinian didn't react at all.

Su Qinian looked at the empty ancient street, a middle-aged man in green robe walked slowly, bathing in the moonlight.

The middle-aged man in green robe raised his head, met Su Qinian's gaze, and a soft smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It's just that when this smile fell into Su Qinian's eyes, it became an infinite murderous intent. Almost instantly, the spirit of the ancestral orifice shivered, as if something had been expelled, which made Su Qinian's eyes and ears clearer.

Master!

Not to mention being an ordinary expert, Su Qinian felt a sense of horror from the depths of his heart, and this time was second only to the real Jin Guang who faced Jin Suo Peak.

"The protector of the Desire Demon Sect, Qin Shiyue, is here to send you to reincarnation."

The next moment, a voice sounded in Su Qinian's mind, as deep as silk and bamboo, but gentle, just like the aura emanating from the middle-aged man in green robe.

This is spiritual sound transmission. Su Qinian was shocked when he heard the words, "Desire Demon Sect", these three words exploded deep in his heart like thunder.

The thirteen sects of the Demon Sect, and this Desire Demon Sect is one of them. The inheritance of the Demon Sect has always been mysterious, and the people in the Demon Sect are also haunted. Since more than [-] years ago, the inheritance of the Demon Sect came to the world almost at the same time as the demon clan. It's hard to tell, for thousands of years, there have been constant disasters and rituals, disturbing the wind and rain, and treating human life as worthless, which was not tolerated by the emperors of the past dynasties. endlessly.

But what survived in the end is not recognized by the world. It is the thirteen sects of Momen, each of which is not inferior to any top martial arts sect or family, or even stronger. There is a demon master with penetrating power, who aspires to be the Grandmaster of Destiny, all sects work together, and the foundation is profound, which is not comparable to that of ordinary towns.

Even Su Qinian knew that this generation of demon masters was the third-ranked peerless figure in the Destiny List. It was rumored that a hunting knife was the foundation of the inheritance of demonic ways. where it is difficult to estimate.

Originally, many lists released by Ouchi excluded the magic way, except for the destiny list and the primordial spirit list, because these top figures in the magic way already have the power to break the rules, even the emperors of the Han Dynasty need to face up to .

At this moment, Su Qinian's eyes were more solemn than ever. This guardian of the Desire Demon Sect is mostly a second-rate figure, and the grievances between his Qingyang Peak lineage and the Desire Demon Sect have been passed down from five hundred years ago.

It is recorded in the Handbook of Wudang History that five hundred years ago, after Huashan Yuanshen discussed swords, Jiyuan Daoist and one of the thirteen demon sects, the master of that generation's Yumo sect, fought in a thunder calamity, and both fell.

A generation of the master of the Desire Demon Sect was lost in the hands of his Qingyang Peak lineage. Up to now, Su Qinian can only smile bitterly in his heart, but since he has obtained the inheritance, he has to bear the cause and effect, and if there is gain, there will be loss. This is the balance. road.

Before Su Qinian could open his mouth, Qin Shiyue, the protector of the Desire Demon Sect, struck tens of feet away on the ancient street.

He raised his palm, and the purple-red true energy was like a dense mist, entangled with chaotic energy, and circulated on his arm. With a sudden shock, he pressed down on Su Qinian from a distance.

First-class Primordial Realm!

Su Qinian's pupils contracted, and the chaotic air was clearly the Qi of the beginning of heaven and earth hanging down from the depths of the void.

In an instant, Su Qinian felt a change in front of his eyes, he seemed to have come to a splendid palace, sitting high on the dragon chair, there was a graceful dancing girl, covered in a thin gown, she was very close at hand, the green gauze slipped down, and the fragrance wafted into her nostrils , a piece of pink light.

If you don't move, you will become empty.

Almost in an instant, Su Qinian entered the realm of the turtle's breath, the "Ecstasy Dafa" was running, the spiritual body was beating, and the silver light was like water, tearing up all the visions in front of him.

On the ancient street, Qin Shiyue raised his eyebrows, and a look of surprise appeared in his pupils. It was quite extraordinary that he broke away from his desire demon true intention all at once, and his palms became more firm.

The air was stagnant, and with the move of the Luscious Demon Sect protector, Su Qinian was imprisoned in place, unable to move.

This is a power that is different from the true meaning. In an instant, Su Qinian's spiritual power was suppressed, and it was difficult to break out of the ancestral orifice courtyard.

The air is like gold and iron, and Su Qinian is struggling to break free. At this moment, he really feels the approach of death.

In front of real masters, he is still as weak as an ant, unable to resist at all.

The smile on the corner of his mouth grew wider, and Qin Shiyue felt a deep sense of satisfaction in killing such a young hero from Qingyang Peak.

It is also this young man who is too sharp, the ninth level of "Turtle and Snake Art", the spirit on the bank of the Han River is as strong as iron, interfering with the vision of the world, and then he fought with the monk Kongpu, the descendant of the Ganlu Temple in Jiuhua Mountain. Maybe ordinary people don't know. But Qin Shiyue knows clearly that there is a "Bodhi Moon Sword" in Ganlu Temple, which is the real martial arts for temples. If it is confirmed with Qingyang Peak's "Xiu Ming Dao", it can quickly reach a high level , Dacheng is expected.

Don't know how to hide your strengths and bide your time, obey the sky, curb evil and promote good, do you think you are the right man?

The air melted away, revealing the vacuum world, and as Qin Shiyue pressed down with his palm, the pale vacuum was distorted and finely wrinkled, and it was within sight in an instant.

It is conceivable that if one is hit by this palm force that distorts the vacuum, even a physical body tempered by the ninth layer of "Turtle and Snake Technique" will be smashed to pieces.

Click!

The window sill was broken, and the old man who was holding the little girl and telling the story frowned, reached out and grabbed a glazed tea bowl on the table and threw it out, scolding: "Noisy!"

The tea bowl was like a shooting star, passing Su Qinian's side in a flash, and the twisted vacuum that was close at hand was smoothed out at once, and Su Qinian regained his freedom with a light body.

On the ancient street.

Qin Shiyue, the protector from the Desire Sect, was a little dazed, watching the teacup fly out of the window, and then, a thunderous sound exploded in his ancestral orifice.

"Noisy!"

puff!

He spat out a mouthful of reverse blood, he suppressed his smile, and his expression changed with the snap of his fingers.

hum!

Then, I saw the palm-sized purple-black glazed tea bowl reaching the top of the head, like a mountain of ten thousand zhang falling down.

There was no true energy contained, nor was there a trace of spiritual power attached to it. Qin Shiyue only caught a tiny wisp of undetectable energy, but it seemed to be heavier than a mountain.

Damn!

He raised his palm as hard as he could, and the green robe flew up, hitting the top of his head.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound, like the beating of a bell and a drum, and the teacup shattered with a click. In Su Qinian's eyes, the protector of the Desire Demon Sect, a first-class Hunyuan Realm master, flew upside down for nearly a hundred feet, and landed on the ground. After that, the figure flickered a few times, turning into many phantoms, and then disappeared under the shadow of the moonlight.

At this time, the bright moon is slanting westward.

In Yangzhou City, there is a Hulong Villa.

A deep courtyard, bamboo shadows whirling, lights in front of the house are lit, and the house is quiet, fragrant and clear.

At this moment, a middle-aged Confucian scholar was sitting at his desk, reading at night with a candle in his hands. There was a bowl of clear tea on the table, and the smoke was lingering like mist.

Ok?

The middle-aged Confucian scholar suddenly raised his eyebrows, put down the precious silk book in his hand, raised his head, his eyes seemed to penetrate through layers of obstacles, and fell on a wide and long ancient street.

But soon, he looked away again, and murmured: "This game of chess is getting more and more chaotic..."

Dongguan Ancient Street, in the inn.

Su Qinian took a deep breath, turned around, and saw the old man carefully carrying the little girl onto the bed, it turned out that the little girl had already fallen into a deep sleep before he knew it.

Too tired, the little girl slept soundly, the corners of her mouth were slightly turned up, and the corners of her eyes were still sparkling.

Su Qinian is very clear that these days, it is difficult for the little girl to fall asleep, and even when she falls asleep, she often wakes up with a start, worrying that her grandfather will never wake up again. Although he told the little girl not to complain and everything depends on herself, sometimes he doesn't notice During this time, the little girl could still be seen secretly wiping tears by herself.

This world is dangerous, and the parting of life and death is really heavy for a girl who is only eight years old.

Su Qinian thought about it, and the Han Chi sword was taken out of the furnace at the beginning of Yuan Dynasty.

"Put it away, the old man is not short of this sword." The old man waved his hand without turning his head, but the voice seemed to ring in his ears.

There was a wry smile at the corner of his mouth. At this moment, Su Qinian vaguely understood that the reason why the old man left his soul and melted into the sky, and it was difficult to return, was probably not just because of the cold chi sword that was forged, but a deeper reason. Can't understand, compared with the means shown by the old man, his knowledge and experience are still too shallow.

Su Qinian hesitated to speak. Originally, if the old man couldn't wake up, he wouldn't have such a thought, but at this moment, even if the old man's identity is still unknown and the details are hard to discern, he can't turn a blind eye.

After covering the little girl with a quilt, the old man turned around. He had black hair like ink, without a single white hair, but his figure was a little thin, and he was shirtless. Although his eyes looked cloudy, in Su Qinian's eyes, they seemed It is a side of chaos, containing the mustard seeds from the beginning of the world, which can contain all the original power.

"If the old man goes with you to Qingyang Peak, what can you give the old man?" The old man didn't mean to procrastinate at all, and he always knew Su Qinian's thoughts at a glance.

Su Qinian pondered, the old man spoke again, and said calmly: "Originally you saved the old man's life, but the old man has repaid the favor just now, and with the addition of the Hanchi sword, it is reasonable to say that the two are not owed. You should understand that the gain and loss Youdao, there is no friendship between you and me."

Hearing this, Su Qinian took a deep breath, calmed down, and soon came to a decision. A sapphire bottle the size of a baby's fist appeared in his palm, and solemnly said: "This junior, please senior Enter the mountain." (Ask for a monthly ticket, the genuine subscription is the greatest support for Shibu!)

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