The first stage of misery

Chapter 254

Quiet and dead, desolate and lonely Tiandaokou,
The Heavenly Daoist whose body was separated was gradually covered by the blowing yellow sand, and the once glorious Guiyuan Daomeng also passed away with him, becoming a wave in the ebb tide of the martial arts, unable to make any waves.

Step~step~
The cold wind howled, and the sound of footsteps was extraordinarily loud at the quiet Tiandaokou,
Yi Niansheng looked at the Heavenly Daoist whose head was in a different place, and shook his head sighingly, "Although the power of Zhanlong is powerful, if you rely too much on it, it will become your Achilles' heel."

Immediately, he opened the folding fan and waved forward, the yellow sand covering the corpse was scattered in all directions.
"Your body still has some value. Nothingness will always come to this world. As the exhaust gas of chaos, only this will show his flaws."

"As for Yinghuo, who is far away in the Yinyang Shuangtu River, the power of the Heavenly Profound Lock on his body will be the key to restraining nothingness, so I asked Naihe that he can't die right now."

Yi Niansheng, who had made up his mind, flicked his sleeves lightly, and the body of the Heavenly Daoist together with him turned into a rainbow and disappeared into the mouth of the Heavenly Dao.

The snowy peak, the new moon, the ancient color, the small corridor of the mountain heron, and the secluded, four-sided bright courtyard, suddenly broke into an unexpected figure,
The road ahead is boundless, and the murderous intent behind him is forbidden. Gui Zhaihu, who was in a hurry, came to this fairy house while fleeing in a hurry.

"I have no grievances or enmities with your Excellency. The ghost pen you are looking for has already been taken away, and I am also looking for it. Why don't you stop, how about we work together to find the ghost pen?"

The stern-faced Xingyi was silent, he slammed his palms sharply, the stars shone brightly, and the mighty mountains and rivers,
"Hey, why are you so hard to force me?!"

Severe palm strikes through the air, Guizhaihu's face reveals bitterness, while the true energy is full, the ink is vertical and horizontal, thousands of ink characters are floating, the whole space suddenly becomes the color of mountains and rivers, as Guizhaihu waved his sleeves and raised his palm, he took advantage of the trend When it moves, it is like a thunderbolt, moving through the ten directions.

Faced with Gui Zhaihu's resistance, Xingyi frowned slightly. In an instant, the stars moved and the universe shook. He only heard a muffled grunt, and the victory and defeat were decided. Resisting the strong force, his figure could not help but fly backwards, and then the surrounding space was turbulent, and Gui Zhaihu disappeared on the spot.

Xingyi chased after him according to his feeling, but saw Sihao Fangting like a wireless loop weaving mountain corridor, and in a blink of an eye, it was the old place again; he saw that the incense burner on the stone table had been extinguished for a long time, and the remaining snow remained on the surface, and the egret beside it was singing ,

It seems that the owner of this place wants to intervene in this matter to protect Gui Zhaihu, Xing Yi felt displeased, and said coldly: "Your Excellency's move will bring disaster to this place, I hope you can think about it, don't let it happen because of people who have nothing to do with it." And lost his life in vain!"

Somewhere in Sifang Haoting, as a famous Taoist, known as the female crouching dragon, Xi Chuangyue, who has always been happy and quiet, waved the feather fan in her hand, frowning,
She didn't want to intervene in this matter. When she heard the ghost's writing, the painful memory once again flooded her mind.
In the past, my father was Dao Fuyi, who was listed in the legendary Taoist legend of Daoguan, but because of his deep contact with the magic pen for a long time, he was backlashed by it, and finally killed his wife, wrote a book with the blood of his closest relatives, and treated her When she returned from her studies, she was shocked to see the horrifying scene in front of her. She suppressed her grief and killed her father who had been possessed by demons. After that, the ghostly writing brush suddenly disappeared, and now it reappeared, which made her have to intervene. this matter,

Looking up, Wen Sheng, who was seriously injured but concerned about his child's condition, Xi Chuangyue waved a feather fan and said softly: "You take shelter here for now, I'll go and have a look."

"Many, thank you, I am very grateful."

But when Xing Yi, who was trapped in the inexplicable magic circle, saw that the other party hadn't responded for a long time, he immediately lost his patience. When Xingyi was about to completely destroy it, a voice suddenly stopped it,
Seeing this, Xing Yi smiled disdainfully, "Why, it's too late to come out to meet each other now!"

Accompanied by the woman's cold shout, Xingyi's true essence strongly urged her, and her palms fell directly. The huge force directly penetrated the Sifang Haoting's ground veins. In an instant, a loud "bang" resounded in all directions,
Xi Chuangyue saw that her hermitage was about to be destroyed, anger appeared on her indifferent face, and then she turned into Ming Ke's Xiuhalberd and threw it forcefully,
The appearance is pink, gorgeous and crystal clear, the tip is sharp and sharp like the tip of a spear, the handle of the halberd is made in the shape of a mountain heron, and it is tied with jade pendants and white tassels. It is elegant and holy at the same time. The situation was turbulent, and the earth vein that was about to collapse and riot calmed down instantly.

"The heart of the qin is stacked three times, and Zhao's book is half written. The river is clear and turbid, and the mountain heron is so clear. There is a moon in the west window, there are people in the porch, and there is snow in front of the court. Who will miss it?"

"Is your move a little too much?"

"Hmph, extraordinary powerhouse, if I can't do this, will you show up?"

Xingyi didn't care about Xi Chuangyue's questioning. One of his goals was to take down the child behind Gui Zhaihu and absorb its power to completely replace the magic pen to control the ink man.
"Please also hand over Gui Zhaihu, if not, I will only offend you!"

Xi Chuangyue, who appeared, looked at the stranger in front of him who had a messy aura but no evil aura, and asked curiously: "I don't know why your Excellency insists on Gui Zhaihu and his son. Not in their hands."

"Father and son? It's ridiculous. How can the words of a poor man controlled by a magic pen be true?"

"Controlled by the magic pen?!" The feather fan waving in Xi Chuangyue's hand paused on the spot, her eyebrows raised, and she muttered to herself,

"Yes, controlled by the magic pen, memory is false, life is false, everything is a puppet arranged by others."

"Didn't I say that? Ghost Saihu!"

As he said that, Xingyi looked at the dark place, implying something, and Xi Chuangyue also found that the person in the dark was the ghost fox she told him not to come out.

Knowing that he had been discovered, Guizhaihu walked out of the darkness without any hesitation. The three of them turned into corners.
"Are you going to hand me over to the other party? I don't know if what the other party said is true, but now I only know that I want to save and cure Po'er's strange disease, and the only way to keep Po'er alive is to write ghostly things. If this The pen is in my hand, so why would I orchestrate such a deception to the death of a child!"

"Gui Zhaihu is right. If it wasn't for the loss of the magic pen I gave him before the curtain of his script ended, he should have died in my hands long ago."

The indifferent and crazy strange words resounded through Sifang Haoting, and Xi Chuangyue couldn't help sighing: "I have lived in seclusion for a long time, and I like quietness. I didn't expect that Sifang Haoting would become so lively at this moment."

Xing Yi, who stood beside him, was very hostile to the person who spoke just now, "Trouble has come again, it really lingers!"

At the same time, he said to the sighing Xi Chuangyue: "When you took the initiative to protect Gui Zhaihu, you were destined to be involved in this matter, and you cannot escape."

"He's right, Xi Chuangyue, I'll never forget the wonderful scene at Xingyuan Shuxue in the past. After thinking about it, only by letting you face the situation of the past again can I surpass it even more!"

"who are you?"

As soon as Xi Chuangyue finished speaking, her hair was disheveled and her face was terrifying. The ancient monsters of the three religions, the world-killing ink slowly fell to the ground from the nine heavens,
"My pen writes the regrets of the past and the present; my ink flows mountains and rivers and sorrows; my brain hides the weirdness of the universe; my heart destroys the perfection of the world."

(End of this chapter)