Raising the Demon

Chapter 411
"Master Hua, do you know him?" Zi Baifeng was a little surprised. Hearing Zi Huayin's words, he seemed to be familiar with Pingqi.

"When I was young, I once communicated with him once or twice." Zi Huayin said, "In a flash, I haven't seen him for one or two hundred years."

"I think back then, I also had a place on the Grandmaster List, but I haven't come out for so many years, I'm afraid my name has long since disappeared from the Grandmaster List."

He stretched out his hand and said, "Bring me that magical treasure house."

Recalling the glorious years of the past, Zi Huayin showed a different style, no longer the vigilance and caution of the Lord Wangdong, nor the cautiousness of the side branch of the Zi family. The eventful years.

After getting the magic house, Zi Huayin untied the magic house and aroused it. Zi Baifeng and Zi Jian looked at each other and said in their hearts, Jiang is old and spicy!
At the beginning, they spent a lot of effort.

"If it's just that, it's nothing to be afraid of." Zihuayin went in and looked at it for a while, and said, "I've pondered a lot of methods over the years, but this place is too barren and I don't have materials for me to experiment with. If I have enough materials, this Baishi Mountain can also be put away and made into a portable magic weapon.”

"Really?" Zi Baifeng was extremely surprised.

"Of course, Nanping Beihua, the name of supernatural work can be fake?" Zi Huayin patted his chest, "If my old man joins this bet, we will win! Hey, Shi How refreshing to win him again after hundreds of years!"

Listening to Zi Huayin relying on the old to sell the old, Zi Baifeng felt that such Zi Huayin was much more kind, and he was very right-tempered.

He originally planned to go to Yinglongzong to try his luck, but who would have thought that by accident, all the problems would be solved here.

"Go, go, Master Hua, you go back to Zaitian Mansion with me." Zi Baifeng pulled Zi Huayin back.

But Zi Huayin shook his head and said: "I can't go to Zaitian Mansion anymore. I made too many enemies back then. If the news of my appearance spreads, I'm afraid it will cause a lot of trouble. But I have a book here, which records my Some of my experience over the years, my incompetent sons have only learned a little bit, and there is no one who can inherit my mantle." Zi Huayin took out a book from his bosom, and handed it to him with great care. Zijian took it with both hands, turned it over, and couldn't move his eyes.

"It's all trivial matters at Zaitian Mansion..." Zi Huayin stretched out his hand to summon a strong man, and said, "This is my third son, Zi Chenxiao, and I asked him to bring dozens of clansmen and hundreds of craftsmen to Zaitian Mansion together. The craftsmen of Wangdong City are the best when they take it out, and they will definitely not be worse than those of the Jiqiao Sect."

Zi Chenxiao scratched his head, and laughed a couple of times in embarrassment.

After introducing Zi Chenxiao, Zi Huayin asked Zi Chenxiao again: "I saw Ji Ting was over there just now, what's the matter with him?"

"It's the second brother." There was a trace of worry in Zi Chenxiao's eyes, "The second brother went out to seek help, but he hasn't come back yet."

"The strength of Chentang is second only to me, so there shouldn't be any danger." Zihua Yin said, even though he said that, there was still worry in his eyes.

If it was Wangdong City in the past, there would definitely not be too much danger nearby, but now the aura is lacking, and it cannot be replenished after it is consumed, and there are too many masters who go to the vicinity every day to go to Yinglongzong.

"I want...to take some clansmen out to look for it." Zi Chen clamored.

Zi Huayin was still pondering, but Zi Baifeng had already said, "Third Uncle, leave this matter to me. Do you have a portrait of Second Uncle? Give me a copy."

"Is this... okay?" In fact, Zi Chenxiao looks young, and he is also a monk who has practiced for a hundred years. Zi Baifeng called him third uncle, but he just called him casually.

"Then what's wrong?" Zi Baifeng smiled, "As long as the second uncle is still within a thousand miles away, I promise to find him within a day."

Zi Chenxiao turned around and ran away, and after a while he came back with a portrait, held Zi Baifeng's hand, and said, "Brother Feng, I..."

He wanted to say something thankful, but didn't know how to say it.

Zi Baifeng smiled, and took a look at the portrait. The portrait was extremely well-crafted, and it looked like a photo from a previous life. A middle-aged man who was somewhat similar to Zi Huayin, but much younger and thinner appeared vividly on the paper. , Zi Baifeng raised his hand, and the portrait flew out. After a while, thousands of golden lights shot out from the bluestone and flew away.

……

Zichentang leaned against a boulder, hid in the shadow of the boulder, picked up the water bag at his waist, shook it, then put it back on his waist.

For a monk, drinking water is not necessary, but in such a place where spiritual energy is scarce, the consumption of spiritual energy to maintain the body is too fast, and he has to prolong this time by supplementing water and food.

And the battle just now made him feel the long-lost hunger and thirst.

He was hit by a sword on his left chest, half of his clothes were stained red with blood, and the wound was hot and painful, but this is not the point. Run for a few days.

If it was the past, he would definitely not choose to attack the deacon of the corresponding Longzong. If Yinglongzong's revenge was attracted, Wangdongcheng would be doomed, but now he has no choice.

Not to mention, before dawn, he had personally witnessed a huge fireball descending from the sky. Judging from that direction, it was the direction of Wangdong City. The current Wangdong City did not know what kind of dire situation it was in.

Zichentang is the strongest in Wangdong City besides Zihuayin, so the direction of his search is also the most dangerous and most spiritually deficient in the west—the direction of Yinglongzong.

The closer he got to Yinglongzong, the more deficient his aura was, and he found almost nothing along the way, and he didn't even see a living person. When he was desperate, he saw the huge fireball, so he made a decisive decision and rushed back immediately. But he didn't expect that on the way back, he saw Deacon Ying Longzong who was flying with a sword.

Being able to fly with a sword, one's own strength should not be underestimated. Zichentang succeeded in a sneak attack, but was still injured by the deacon's desperate counterattack, which hurt his chest.

After a little bandaging, Zichentang took a breath, struggled a bit, and was about to stand up.

Suddenly, an incomparably powerful force pressed down from the sky, and an astonishing murderous aura struck from the sky. Zichentang subconsciously rolled over to avoid the murderous aura. , the imaginable attack did not come.

Zichentang looked up, in the sky, a man wearing a white robe, with skin as white as snow, but with a faint golden light in his eyes descended from the sky, surrounded by invisible sword energy, and when his eyes looked over , Zichentang felt an astonishing killing intent rushing towards his face, what made him hard to resist just now was just a sight.

Zichentang rolled over again, the ground was still not disturbed at all, but Zichentang's back was already wet.

It was a line of sight, and it was also a sword glow. If he hadn't avoided it, he would have been nailed to the ground by that sword glow, and there would be no place for him to die.

powerful!
So strong!

The golden eyes were as terrifying and coercive as non-human beings. Just using his eyes, Zichentang was forced to look like a monkey, scurrying around on the ground, not even daring to stop.

"Elder Qian... Qianjian?" Seeing the white robe, golden eyes, and the Yinglongzong logo on his chest, Zichentang blurted out subconsciously.

"Is my name something that you and other ants can call me?" Elder Qian Jian said coldly, "The person who killed my Ying Longzong deacon, was you?"

Oops!

Zichentang was secretly startled, I'm afraid there is no way to get better now.

Even if he wanted to deny it, it would be impossible to deceive such a master as Elder Qianjian.

It has long been heard that Elder Qianjian has the strongest attack power among the elders, but he has never heard that he is so ridiculously strong that Zichentang was even confident that he could escape his life in the hands of Elder Qianjian.

But now, he doesn't even have the qualifications to let Elder Qianjian do it?
"Look at the sword!" If you can't escape, you have to go all out!Zichentang yelled angrily, and the long sword in his hand turned into a beam of light, shooting directly at Elder Qianjian.

"The sword is a good sword, but it's a pity that people are too weak." Elder Qian Jian stretched out a finger, pinched the flying sword that was shot, and shook his head lightly. A dao of sword energy entangled and started refining, at the same time a beam of sword energy left Elder Qianjian's side and shot at Zichentang's back.

The flying sword was snatched, Zichentang's chest seemed to be hit hard, and his feet staggered, but the sword energy could no longer be avoided, so he could only close his eyes and suffer death.

"Ding!" With a melodious sound, Zichentang realized that he was not dead. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a man in gold standing behind him.

There is also an amazing sword energy around him, and he is confronting Elder Qianjian tit for tat.

"Who is your Excellency?" Elder Qian Jian frowned slightly. The person in front of him gave him an annoying sense of familiarity. As soon as he asked a word, he suddenly realized who it was.

Golden Sword Demon!
The golden sword demon ignored him, but turned his head sideways, glanced at Zichentang, and said, "Zichentang?"

Those golden eyes were emotionless.

"It's me...you are..." Zichentang struggled to stand up.

"Escape!" said the golden sword demon.

"What?" Zichentang was stunned.

"I can only block his three sword strikes. If he uses sword energy to refine me, it only takes ten breaths of time, and I will be controlled by him." The golden sword demon said, "I can only buy you twelve breaths of time , you need to escape for twenty breaths before someone else can rescue you."

The calm tone seemed to be talking about other people's business.

As soon as he raised his hand, he blocked Qianjian's sword energy, and said: "Flee, I can still block eleven breaths."

"I..." Zichentang gritted his teeth, "How could I..."

"Flee." The Golden Sword Demon flipped his hand, and one hand turned into a golden sword, pointing at Zichentang's throat.

"Golden Sword Demon!" Elder Qian Jian's golden eyes suddenly turned red, "Zi Baifeng...he came here? Hahahaha, God help me! Zi Baifeng, today is your death day !"

"Boom!" Jian Xin throbbed violently in his chest, as if responding to his killing intent.

(End of this chapter)