signingbooks Chapter 62 Blind Box Gift Pack
Chapter 62 Blind Box Gift Pack
The whole world of cultivating immortals is looking for Luo Yunzhang's whereabouts. One can imagine what will happen when he shows up here.
Qiu Sanxian's expression changed suddenly, and he raised the hand beside him calmly, and pressed it on the "Kao Tan" on his waist.
The monks around scattered around, then reacted and quickly formed a circle, trapping Qi Wuyou in the middle.
Shen Huanran's gloomy face brightened, Yu Jian stopped outside the encirclement, and shouted: "Luo Yunzhang, you really dare to come!"
Qi Wuyou had fought against Luo Yunzhang in Junke Island, so it was easy to imitate him.
He stood with his hands behind his back, raised his eyelids, imitated Luo Yunzhang's voice and tone, and asked calmly, "Why don't you dare?"
He acted confidently, and the monks present were unavoidably afraid.
If it is suppressed by numbers, "Luo Yunzhang" will not be able to please no matter how high he is, but the monks are not from the same family, and no one wants to be a pawn for others, so no one hastily made a move.
Shen Huanran glanced at the monks who surrounded Luo Yunzhang from the corner of his eye, and his mind was pounding——
Don't seriously hurt the flower of Guiyuanzong, Tianmingjun in Yunzhongcheng was injured three years ago, and the rest of the top immortal sects were more or less affected by demon cultivators. At present, people's hearts are scattered, and there is a lack of someone who can take the lead in talking.
Both Luo Yunzhang and Xiaoyao Xianzong are difficult to deal with, but with the support of hundreds of immortal sects, they are weak, what can they do?
Isn't God giving him the opportunity to become famous right now?
As long as he can take the lead in this encirclement and suppression, the Chiyang Sect will be able to leap from a second-rate sect to a top sect, and perhaps even win the secret technique from Luo Yunzhang. By then...
Shen Huanran's heart was surging, he pointed at Qi Wuyou, and raised his voice: "Luo Yunzhang, let me ask you, do you believe in the twelve murder cases of the Immortal Sect?"
Qi Wuyou watched him hold back for a long time, thinking that he had come up with some serious crime, but in the end, he smiled and said: "I killed the man, why don't I admit it?"
"Luo Yunzhang" was so calm, as if he didn't pay attention to the monks present at all, and everyone showed indignation.
On the Luoxia stage, Yan Rulu opened his mouth in disbelief.
Shen Huanran reprimanded: "Zizi is rampant!"
"Rampant?" Qi Wuyou snorted and said, "Just because I said what I should say and did what I should do?"
"You colluded with demon cultivators and slaughtered your fellow practitioners, how dare you say 'should'? You were originally a legacy of 20 years ago, but now even slaughtering the twelve sects of the immortal sect is not tolerated by the immortal way. Leaving you with a whole body, otherwise—"
"Shouldn't it?" Qi Wuyou interrupted Shen Huanran's generous speech, "When they besieged my parents back then, they should have thought that one day, the reincarnation of heaven, karma will be rewarded, and everyone should feel happy.
"Besides, we are all monks, so what's the difference between the immortal way and the demonic way? I see, fellow Taoists frequently encircle and suppress fellow Taoists, and under the banner of justice, what you do is worse than demonic cultivators, right?"
"You fart!" In the crowd, a bearded man suddenly cursed, "Sect Master Shen, I don't think there is any need to talk nonsense with him, let's go together, kill him directly, and then use his evil method—"
The big man was shouting until his face was blushing and his neck was thick, when suddenly a bloody flower burst from his chest, and he was swept over like a kite with a broken string, and fell directly from the Luoxia Terrace!
Clouds and mist shrouded under the Luoxia stage, the big man screamed and fell, and with a puff, there was no movement.
Everyone was silent - no one saw when Qi Wuyou drew his sword.
"Noisy."
Qi Wuyou slowly turned his neck, the smile on his face looked evil no matter what, just killed one person, but nothing happened, he didn't care much and said:
"I colluded with the Demon Cultivator, and I also slaughtered the twelve sects of the Immortal Sect. I not only want to slaughter the twelve sects, but also the hundred sects of the Immortal Sect. I don't intend to let any one who participated in the encirclement and suppression of Fengya back then be spared. I was worried that I had nowhere to find you, but you came to me first, so interesting."
While speaking, demonic energy rose from the periphery of Xianzong.
All the monks looked around in panic, even Shen Huanran was a little panicked-they had never seen a demon cultivator on the way when they came, when did this group of demon cultivators surround them?Why don't they feel anything?
Naturally, they couldn't notice it, because the group of demon cultivators were all fabricated by Qi Wuyou from dreams.
"Since you're here, let's open the skylight and tell the truth. Back then when Fengya was encircled and suppressed, you all went for that secret book. The so-called Tianmingjun's prophecy was just an excuse. Now the secret law is in my hands. If you can't get it, it depends on your ability!"
When it comes to the word "get it", Qi Wuyou is like a shadow, sweeping across the Luoxia Terrace, approaching Shen Huanran!
His speed was so fast that he could hardly see clearly, Shen Huanran quickly drew out his sword, the blades of the two sabers cut each other, sparks flew everywhere.
Qi Wuyou's cultivation level was higher than that of Shen Huanran, recalling the trick that Luo Yunzhang took away his flower bone fan in Junke Island, and slapped Shen Huanran's chest with his palm, Shen Huanran quickly retreated, and took advantage of it At this time, the "Xiaoyao Sword" turned and said goodbye, and then handed over Shen Huanran's saber and threw it away.
At the same time, demon cultivators created by countless dreams attacked from the periphery of Xianzong!
The black magic cultivator is like insects and ants surrounding a piece of steamed bread residue, the density is enough to make people feel numb when looking down from a high altitude.
All the cultivators didn't care about besieging Qi Wuyou, they quickly turned around and fought with Moxiu, and even the disciples of Xianzong had to draw their swords.
Shen Huanran's saber was unloaded, he tiptoed to the ground, retreated tens of feet, raised his hand, and recalled the saber.
Qi Wuyou: "..."
There is no way, the strength gap between him and Shen Huanran is not as big as that between Luo Yunzhang and him, and absolute suppression cannot be achieved. It would be nice to be able to hand over his weapon to him face to face.
Qi Wuyou didn't give Shen Huanran a chance to calm down, his figure was so fast that only a phantom remained, and in a blink of an eye he was in front of Shen Huanran again, and the "Xiaoyao" sword unceremoniously slashed off his shoulder.
At this moment, Qiu Sanxian said "No".
"Guo Tan" shot like an arrow, and could withstand the "Xiaoyao" sword, "Silence" came after, piercing Qi Wuyou's face, Qi Wuyou couldn't react in time, he quickly manipulated the dream to avoid it, Flip back and back away.
Qiu Sanxian and Fan Yizhen landed in front of Shen Huanran.
"You are not Luo Yunzhang." Qiu Sanxian said firmly.
His voice was sent out with spiritual energy, and the monks on the Luoxia Terrace heard it clearly.
Qi Wuyou just waited for Sanxian Qiu to expose it—someone had to pay for the matter of the twelve sects of the immortal sect, and the ghost-faced youth would definitely not stand up, so he could only help Luo Yunzhang take care of it.
But this blame is not so easy to bear, the more he wants to excuse Luo Yunzhang, the more he has to do the opposite and sing a completely black face.
In this way, when the lie is exposed, the possibility of Luo Yunzhang being picked out will be higher.
It is perfect for Qiu Sanxian to be the person who exposes the lies.
His temperament is well known in the world of cultivating immortals, and it is absolutely impossible to take action against the real Luo Yunzhang. He said that Luo Yunzhang is a fake, and there is a high probability that it is really a fake.
Yan Rulu was using talismans to blast Moxiu everywhere, but he was stunned when he heard this, and didn't notice that a Moxiu with a machete was attacking from behind him.
When Yan Rulu felt the wind of the knife, Yan Rulu's heart went cold, his heart was bad, but he didn't want the demon cultivator's movements to freeze suddenly, he turned around and threw a fire talisman, and the demon cultivator screamed and was burned to ashes by the flames.
Before the hairs that exploded could be retracted, he said pleasantly, "I knew Junior Brother Luo wouldn't do such a thing!"
Qi Wuyou glanced at Luoxia Terrace from the corner of his eyes, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why, Uncle Chou Shi doesn't recognize me anymore? Or is it that Uncle Chou Shi is afraid and wants to draw a line with me?"
Qiu Sanxian looked at him coldly and said: "I fought against you in Guiyuanzong, your cultivation level is not as good as his, and Yunzhang will never collude with Moxiu, let alone attack Xianzong disciples. At this point, you can't be him. Who are you? Why are you pretending to be him!"
Qi Wuyou said sarcastically: "I thought Uncle Chou Shi and Uncle Fan Shi were on my side, but I didn't expect that you are just people who are greedy for fame and fear of death. You don't deserve to be as famous as my father, so die here with them !"
If this scene is to be realistic, you have to fight to the death. Qi Wuyou's speed of moving the sword suddenly slowed down, and the sword energy condensed on the sword became more and more full. A giant sword condensed with spiritual energy formed in the sky, carrying a thousand-ton force to revenge the three immortals Slash away with Fan Yizhen!
Qiu Sanxian's eyes were slightly focused, not only did he not back down but went forward, Fan Yizhen immediately understood his intentions, and cooperated with him to face the sword energy.
"Kao Tan" and "Shu Yu" clamped the giant spirit sword, starting from the tip of the sword, spiraling upwards, like shaved ice, silver flowers splashed everywhere, and the giant sword was crushed in the blink of an eye.
The two stopped Qi Wuyou one by one.
Qiu Sanxian said coldly: "You dare to pretend to be a disciple of Xianzong to commit murder, today I will see your true face."
Just now, Qi Wuyou didn't hold back the sword at all, with the blessing of dreams, the aura of the giant sword was terrifying, obviously he was going to kill people.
At this point, all the monks murmured—could it be that this person is really not Luo Yunzhang?
Shen Huanran saw Qiu Sanxian and Fan Yizhen smashing the giant sword, and he had confidence in his heart, and hurriedly said: "Sect Master Qiu, I will help you!"
Muttering to muttering, the monks present were even more worried that what Qiu Sanxian said was to divert their attention, lest they would be robbed of the secret technique by others if they were one step behind, and they hurriedly joined the battle after getting rid of the magic cultivator.
Qi Wuyou had a bit of difficulty just dealing with Qiu Sanxian and Fan Yizhen, and had to manipulate the dream frequently to escape.
When other monks came up to attack him, they were exhausted and couldn't dodge. In an instant, there were several wounds of different depths on his body.
The black clothes were drenched with blood, which was not obvious because of the dark color of the clothes.
At this time, the outcome on the Luoxia Terrace was almost decided—although the Xianmen disciples were all defeated, they all gained the upper hand, and the Demon Cultivator was crushed and retreated steadily.
Once again, Qi Wuyou manipulated the dream to get out of the battle. Seeing that the situation was not good, he turned around and fled, but was blocked by "Guo Tan", and other monks hurriedly surrounded him.
Qiu Sanxian asked gloomyly: "Who are you, why do you pretend to be Luo Yunzhang, and what is the purpose of slaughtering twelve sects? If you tell the truth, maybe you will die more happily, if not—"
Qi Wuyou coughed up blood, raised his hand to wipe his mouth, and said sternly: "Who else can I be if I am not Luo Yunzhang? Tu Zong naturally wants to avenge my parents. Uncle Chou Shi forgot the blood debt of my parents, I haven't forgotten!"
Qiu Sanxian knew that this person was not Luo Yunzhang, but seeing him say such words against Luo Yunzhang's face, his mind was still shaken.
It was this trance that gave Shen Huanran a chance.
The position he was in was facing Qi Wuyou's back, and he glanced at the monks around him with evil eyes - he was originally the one who led people to encircle and suppress the Xianzong, and the credit should go to their Chiyangzong, but he didn't want such trouble to happen, so he asked Qiu Sanxian and Fan Yizhen to come out. In the limelight.
Even if this person is not Luo Yunzhang, he is also the murderer who slaughtered the monks of Xianzong. Whoever kills the murderer will do the first job.
He suddenly drew his sword, Qi Wuyou wanted to dodge it, but just now in the scuffle, his spiritual energy was almost exhausted, his body couldn't keep up with his brain, he snorted, his heart felt cold, the sharp point of the sword pierced through his chest.
Qiu Sanxian was still waiting for Ziwu Maoyou to be interrogated, when he saw this scene, his eyes suddenly widened.
Right at the center of the sword, the sweet blood choked up immediately, Qi Wuyou's neck was stained red by the blood he coughed up, and he fell from the air.
Shen Huanran said loudly: "This man slaughtered the monks of Xianmen, and everyone got to punish him! Fellow Taoists, we must not let him escape!"
As he said that, he rushed down first, and the monks of Xianmen followed closely behind, swarming and killing them.
Qiu Sanxian moved slightly and was held down by Fan Yizhen. He turned to look at Fan Yizhen, who shook his head at him.
Qi Wuyou hit the ground and was instantly overwhelmed by the anger of the monks.
One sword after another pierced through the body, and the pain accumulated to a certain extent, giving rise to a sense of detachment, as if the soul had come out of the body, looking down on everything he had endured from the perspective of a third person.
Previously, while fighting against Qiu Sanxian and others, he had to pay attention not to let those demon cultivators created by the dream kill people. He was really tired.
Now I can finally take a break.
Three years ago, he severed Luo Yunzhang's spiritual veins, and made Luo Yunzhang suffer from the sword formation. Now he paid for it with his life, and returned Luo Yunzhang's innocence. He thought to himself: It's even.
Luo Yunzhang and Hua Tuanxue flew over Qingxi City with their swords together.
Luo Yunzhang felt tightness in his chest and stopped suddenly.
The bouquet of snow flew far away, stopped and turned around and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Luo Yunzhang clutched his chest and fell silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It's okay."
He summoned his spiritual energy again, and together with the flower bouquet snow, he flew towards Xianzong like a shooting star.
Qi Wuyou's body was cut into a bloody mess by the sword energy, and the hand wearing the black storage wristband was cut off, and someone snatched it away.
He manipulated the dream to remove the disguise.
The blood-stained, lifeless face seemed to melt back to its original appearance.
I don't know who yelled first: "Isn't this Lan...Qi Wuyou!?"
"Qi Wuyou?"
"Ah, it really is!"
"He, why is he here?"
A burst of sword energy split the crowd, Qiu Sanxian landed on the Luoxia Terrace, walked quickly to the corpse, looked at the face full of scars, raised his brows incomprehensibly, and was stunned for a long time.
The person pretending to be Luo Yunzhang was Qi Wuyou, and the news spread like waves.
"You, who are you talking about?" Yan Rulu grabbed the monk in front of him and asked anxiously.
"Qi Wuyou, I really don't understand, isn't he Luo Yunzhang's master?"
"Impossible!" Yan Rulu's eyes turned red, and her voice suddenly raised, "Master, it's impossible, it's impossible..."
The monk looked at him: "Are you Yan Rulu?"
"Qi Wuyou colluded with the demon cultivator, I don't think his disciples are clean!"
Yan Rulu shoved him away with a hiss, and was about to squeeze forward, when a monk got annoyed and turned him to the ground.
The cultivator was about to stab Yan Rulu with his sword, but his wrist was struck by spiritual energy, and the sword dropped from his hand, almost piercing his own foot.
He raised his head and was about to get angry, but saw Fan Yizhen walking towards them, and immediately swallowed back the words that came to his lips.
Yan Rulu got up and wanted to rush forward, but Fan Yizhen knocked him unconscious with a knife, and took him by the collar, and led him away from Luoxia Terrace.
The corpse showed its original appearance, and the monks who had been around all backed away.
After a while, someone asked in a low voice: "So, it is true that Qi Wuyou cut off Luo Yunzhang's spiritual vein and forced him into the sword array?"
"Can this still be false?"
"I see that he even wants to kill Qiu Sanxian and Fan Yizhen, what kind of hatred is it?"
"I've heard that Qi Wuyou is a petty person who is jealous, maybe it's the grudges that have turned into hatred on weekdays?"
"But at Luming Stream..."
"Which unscrupulous person have you ever seen will turn the black heart on the table?"
"Uh, yes."
"The Twelve Sects of Immortal Sect also belonged to Qi Wuyoutu?"
"This……"
While the monks were discussing, two beams of light came from the sky, and the sword energy pierced the air and screamed, and slammed on the sunset platform.
It was none other than Luo Yunzhang and Huazhuxue who came.
Everyone hadn't recovered from the shock of Qi Wuyou pretending to be Luo Yunzhang, when they saw the two of them, they subconsciously gave way.
Hua Tuanxue saw Qiu Sanxian first, and asked, "Sect Master, my father—"
She noticed that Qiu Sanxian's expression was not right, followed his line of sight, and the tattered corpse behind the crowd came into view.
Her voice stopped abruptly, and her beautiful eyes suddenly widened: "Master..."
Qiu Sanxian came back to his senses, and first said to Huatuxue: "Sect Master Hua is recuperating in Xianzong, so don't worry."
Then he strode up to Luo Yunzhang and checked him up and down: "Yunzhang, are you injured? Where have you been these few days?"
But Luo Yunzhang didn't answer.
Since he landed on the Luoxia Terrace, he hadn't moved a step, his black eyes were looking at the corpse more than ten steps away without blinking, as if he didn't hear Qiu Sanxian's words at all.
"..."
The corpse was tattered and covered with bloodstains. Master was always clean and tidy, so it would definitely not be like this.
He turned around to go to Qionghua Island, but stopped again.
Turning around and looking at the corpse again, there is a storage belt around the waist of the corpse that the master never leaves.
With the hands hanging by his sides curled up, Luo Yunzhang hesitated for a moment, stepped forward and knelt down in front of the corpse, when he touched his hands, his hands were stained with blood, stiffened, and turned the corpse over regardless.
Qiu Sanxian worried: "Yun Zhang?"
"..."
Everything around my ears and eyes faded away.
Luo Yunzhang didn't say a word, just silently staring at the lifeless face in front of him, the scorching and painful stiffness spread from the stomach, as if all the viscera had formed lumps.
His black eyes blinked in confusion.
It shouldn't be like this.
He still has many things to return and many questions to ask.
When he was in the sword formation, he thought every day, when he saw Master again, he must ask why——
Since you hate him, you should beat, scold and scold him every day like your adoptive parents. Why do you have to treat him first, laugh at Yan Yan, and promise to "never get angry with your disciples", but treat him coldly?
Shouldn't he know that he listens to him most?
If you want him to lose to Liu Yinglan, just tell him, why force him to the point where he can't control himself, he almost boils, but in the end he crawls on the ring with his veins broken?
If he wanted to kill him from the beginning, why did he save him several times and give him hope, but turned around and forced him into the sword formation?
"Master... I..."
Luo Yunzhang's voice froze, and his heart was filled with strange emotions.
Sourness, heartache, hatred, anger... swelling to the extreme.
When he was on Junke Island, the master refused to answer properly, so he wanted to teach the master some lessons, knowing that it hurts, he will honestly talk to him next time, until he is satisfied, how could it suddenly...
He wanted to hug the corpse in his hand a little bit, but the hand on Qi Wuyou's shoulder couldn't use his strength.
He once thought in the sword formation that he should use his own way to treat his body, relying on imagination to return everything he has suffered, one sword at a time, so that the master can feel his pain, so that he can fight against the sword. Stick to it.
Sometimes I think that he shouldn’t ask why, and he can take and grab what he wants, and even imprison people, wantonly humiliate and vent his anger, and don’t come and go as soon as he is called, waiting for others to give him alms .
He thought of many ways to torture Master, cruel, vicious, and tyrannical, but he never thought of...
Blood flowed down Luo Yunzhang's fingers, he stared at the dazzling blood, and the whole world fell into emptiness.
Only then did everyone react——
"Bouquet snow?!"
"Why is she with Luo Yunzhang?"
"Could it be that the Twelve Sects of Immortal Sect really have nothing to do with Luo Yunzhang?"
Shen Huanran heard the discussion behind him, and said loudly: "Friends! Even if the matter of the twelve sects of the Immortal Sect has nothing to do with Luo Yunzhang, he is still the disaster predicted by Tianmingjun! One day, the world of cultivating immortals will be destroyed. peaceful!"
"..."
"Shen, Sect Master Shen is right! Qi Wuyou slaughtered the monks of the immortal sect, and he will die for more than one day. Luo Yunzhang is the disaster star of the world of cultivating immortals, and he must be eliminated!"
"That……"
Luo Yunzhang silently knelt on one knee next to Qi Wuyou's body, without making a sound, but the powerful and cold spiritual pressure emanating from his body made the surrounding monks dare not step forward.
A message talisman fluttered like a withered leaf butterfly, flying from the gate of Xianzong Mountain, and lingered in front of Qiu Sanxian.
Qiu Sanxian recognized the pattern on the communication talisman, and broke the restriction on the talisman on the spot, and Nangong Li's voice spread throughout the Luoxia Terrace——
"Mr. Tianming is awake."
Seeing this, Qi Wuyou realized that his soul was not "as if" out of his body, but really out of his body.
He couldn't feel his own body, nor could he hear the voices of everyone on the Luoxia Terrace.
Countless pictures flew by before my eyes, and occasionally there were a few freeze frames.
Some are standing in the tea room of the office building drinking coffee, some are meditating in the flower forest courtyard of the Xiaoyao Xianzong, and some are the corpses of the disciples of the Xianzong...
Blood flowed up from the soles of his feet little by little, flooding the tip of his nose, Qi Wuyou's mind was blank, he didn't know where he was, or even who he was.
In a flash of inspiration, he thought: Am I dead?
Suddenly, a mechanical electronic voice sounded in my ear:
【ding dong——】
[Congratulations on successfully unlocking the title-wearing scene "Death Escape", the ending progress of "Idle Clouds and Wild Cranes" has increased by 50%, the progress of the ending of "Fairy Couple" has increased by 50%, and the reward: "Blind Box Gift Package" x1]