A silver long sword appeared in Ye Liangchen's hand at some point, and kept making harsh beeps.

With the long sword in his hand, Ye Liangchen seemed to have changed his body, and his whole body exuded a domineering momentum. This momentum continued to rise, covering the lame monk. The lame monk felt the danger and did not dare to hold it big. The staff swayed slightly to release his own space laws. In the middle of the courtyard, a dark space was formed with the lame monk as the center.

This is a law space that does not belong to the human world, this is a space that belongs to the lame monk.

Ye Liangchen held the long sword, without thinking, and with one move, flying immortals from the sky, carrying countless true essences of heaven and earth, he jumped into the dark space.

Ding Ding Ding, in the dark space, the sound of swords and sticks fighting each other is endless.

Everyone retreated one after another, for fear of the disaster.

The true energy of the qi that I released touched the edge of space, and it was like a stone cow sinking into the sea, swallowed completely.

The two of them fought for thirty or forty moves, and the lame monk's group of space became larger and larger, occupying half of the courtyard.

One is one of the six gods who came to the underworld, and the other is the martial arts master at the highest level in the human world. I can't see through the situation outside, but I can feel the true energy fluctuations at the edge of the space. The continuous power of heaven and earth pours into the space.

The more they fought, the more courageous they became, the more they were, the more they were, the faster they were.

In the space, a thunder sound came. A trace of light began to emerge from the endless darkness. A gap in the underworld space was cut out.

Immediately afterwards, more and more light came out from the space. In just a few breaths, the dark space became riddled with holes.

The figures of the two became clearer. Ye Liangchen was covered in blood, his moves became slower and slower, but his eyes became more and more clearer. The long sword in Ye Liangchen's hand transformed dozens of sword lights into a limited space, forcing the lame monk backwards repeatedly.

This is the real flying immortal from the sky!

Ye Liangchen competed with Zhao Ritian in the past, but it was just a gimmick performance, and Ye Liangchen did not exert all his strength. Now he used his law space to force the lame monk's underworld power into debris.

More and more true essences of heaven and earth poured into Ye Liangchen's body, and dozens of sword lights shone brightly in the raging manner, gradually gathering into a sword shadow, vaguely integrating with the long sword in Ye Liangchen's hand.

Sword soul!

As the three common people say, practicing Longhu Mountain sword technique to the limit, the sword can produce souls and can eliminate demons as you like, and can eliminate demons. Ye Liangchen was originally the leader of Longhu Mountain, and the sword technique he practiced is the nemesis of all evil demons and demons.

The sword is like a soul, and the soul enters the sword.

Ye Liangchen jumped up in the air, swung his sword, and then swelled, supporting it with a long sword and landed on the ground.

The lame monk let out a wail, and his staff fell three feet away.

The sword just now cut off the lame monk's left arm.

Ye Liangchen gasped, looked at the lame monk and said disdainfully that with this little ability, he wanted to make some storms in the world. The lame monk's eyes showed a vicious look, but lost his combat power. When Ye Liangchen raised his sword to kill the lame monk, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I felt the danger and shouted, Senior brother, be careful!

The raised sword did not fall.

A long sword came out of Ye Liangchen's chest.

Amitabha, a monk in white, appeared in front of everyone. The monk in white who met once in Yunqing Lake that day was anemia.

I roared angrily, and a wave of resentment enveloped my heart. The power of the spirit-devouring blood instantly filled my whole body, using twelve percent of my true power to stab the anemia. The anemia monk flashed slightly and moved a few feet away in an instant.

Senior Brother Ye!

I held Ye Liangchen, and blood stained his Taoist robe red from my chest, and the blood oozing from my mouth twisted his beard together.

Master!

The little Taoist boy saw all this in the house and made heart-wrenching cry.

Ye Liangchen smiled on his pale face and said, "My junior brother, I'll do my best."

I burst into tears and shook my head repeatedly, why do I do this?

Although Ye Liangchen and I have always been called brothers and sisters, he is like a vulgarity in my heart, both as a teacher and a friend. When I first entered the capital, I had no other friends except Liu Qingfeng. I used to pass the time, chat, compete, and play chess in the Tianshi Mansion every time I played the taxi.

In my heart, Tianshi Mansion is my second home like an escort agency. In the most difficult days in the capital, I found the joy of life here. Ye Liangchen is also the elder I respect the most besides the three vulgarities.

I felt the vitality constantly flowing from Ye Liangchen's body, and my heartache was like a knife.

Ye Liangchen leaned on my shoulder and said with a smile, "Silly child, because you are my junior brother."

Ye Liangchen became weaker and weaker. He struggled to stuff a package into my arms and said that this was the gift I gave you. The senior brother went to avoid harm in his life and had never done anything big. He was afraid that when he got there, Wuyan would meet the ancestor. As he said that, he kept coughing, but the coughing sounded and lost strength.

With a rumbling sound, the study door was knocked open, and the little Taoist boy rushed out, hugging Ye Liangchen and said in pain, Master, don’t leave, I will never be lazy anymore, and I will not steal your wine.

Ye Liangchen touched the Taoist boy's head and said, "Have you finished your homework?" The Taoist boy's eyes were red and he nodded. After finishing writing, I'll show you it. As he said that, he ran back to the room and held the hand-written "Tao Te Ching". Dao, Master, look.

Ye Liangchen nodded, be good boy, be a good person and do things well. As he said that, he slowly closed his eyes.

I let out a heart-wrenching roar, my eyes turned red, I picked up the long sword on Ye Liangchen's ground, glared at the anemia monk and the lame monk, and today I let you both pay the blood debt.

These two people were the six gods of the underworld, and their martial arts were approaching the realm of heaven and man. In their rage, I ignored them and condensed all my true energy on the long sword, and used the twelfth style of the Ten Thousand Swords Rivers and Mountains, and Ten Thousand Swords Return to One.

A hot breath spurted out from the sword and I rushed towards the two of them.

The anemia monk smiled, stretched out his right hand to catch my long sword with his fingers.

The long sword was trapped and could not move forward at all. I detonated the drop of spirit-devouring blood and activated the true energy of the whole body. Although the sword body was trapped, the sword light shot out. The anemia monk pressed his left thumb on the sword light and said loudly, abandoning the sword.

A sharp breath poured into my body along the sword body, and my body was overturned. I endured the pain, but I refused to let go.

Anemia monks and Taoists remain unchanged.

A mouthful of blood squirted onto the sword, but I gritted my teeth and refused to let go.

If the pain reaches the extreme, it will cause numbness.

My eyes were blazing fire, and I stared at the anemia monk fiercely.

This monk in white was descending from the god of the underworld, and was almost the realm of heaven and man. The difference between me and his realm was like a mud. It was logical that I had already been defeated, but I was urging my true energy in my heart to fight against him with one breath.

The anemia monk was finally impatient and said, "I'm stubborn!"

A powerful dark force poured into my body.

Wherever this force reaches the body, the meridians in the whole body seem to be burning. Within a few breaths, the meridians in the whole body are broken. In the dantian, the drops of spirit-devouring blood seem to be stimulated and suddenly swell, losing the guidance of the meridians, and it seems that a raging fire is ignited between the blood vessels in the whole body.

boom.

There was a thunder thunder in the sea of ​​consciousness, and I fainted.

Half-drowsing and half-awake, I heard the sound of someone talking vaguely.

This man's meridians were completely broken, and he was no different from a useless person. I really don't know what the use of keeping him.

If you save his life, the senior brother told me that this person is useful.

Strangely, after being injured so seriously, this kid is still alive and his life is really hard.

Humph, that man was very life-threatening. He asked him to escape a disaster not long ago. Now he has caught his disciple. Seeing whether he dares to be like a turtle, he hides and refuses to appear. This time, he must have been torn to pieces. For this moment, I endured it for twenty-three years.

When I woke up, I found that my whole body could not move, and there was darkness around me, and I didn’t know where I was.

After a while, my eyesight gradually recovered. With the weak fluorescence, I looked around. I found myself trapped in a dark space, and my wound was simply bandaged.

I tried my luck, but found that my body was empty. The inner knowledge dantian, the spirit-devouring blood drops became brighter and redder, slowly rotating, releasing a trace of energy and maintaining a glimmer of vitality. Slowly, I felt my legs and feet feel perceptive, and my body moved slightly.

A cold and old voice came from his ears.

Are you awake?

I asked, Who are you? Where is this?

The voice said hoarsely, this is the palace. To be precise, we are under the palace.

The palace? I was secretly shocked. How could I be here? Is there any other mechanism under the palace? I tried to struggle to sit up and look around. It was empty and I didn’t find anyone.

You don't have to work hard, you can't see me.

I asked who are you?

The voice said with a little self-deprecating self-deprecating, Who am I? After so many years, I have forgotten who I am. I remember that last time someone called my name, it seemed to be called Po.

Tetanus? I wondered, do you have two brothers called Diphtheria and whooping cough?

The voice smiled hoarsely, you are still in the mood to joke, it seems that you can't die. I'm broken, it's not tetanus.

break?

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind, two hundred years ago, the demonic thought that Lu Chunyang killed with one sword before he ascended to the sky? For so many years, he has been hiding under the palace?

I asked, are you the leader of the Demon Sect?

Po Haha said with a smile, I didn’t expect that two hundred years later, there would be someone who remembered me.

Didn’t you have already transformed into a state of transformation and the soul-dissolving scattered?

Humph, the soul disappeared, and Lu Chunyang used the Great Scare Formation to trap me under the palace. Why didn’t I want my soul to disappear? I have been practicing for more than 200 years. I had the opportunity to break through the palace, but I was killed by someone with a sword, which made me wait for another twenty-three years.

I said you are really unlucky, if I were driven crazy long ago. But then again, why can't I see you?

A broken black shadow swam past himself, and the man was shrouded in the shadow, his facial features were blurred and he couldn't see clearly. I felt cold in my heart and said in surprise, aren't you human?

The black shadow said angrily, "You are not a damn person!" Oh, please forgive me for being vulgar and no one has come to talk to me for too long."

Seeing that the surroundings gradually became brighter, Po Xu said, it was dawn. As he said that the black shadow flashed and sank into a sarcophagus.

The underground palace is seven or eight feet tall, about ten acres. There are some strange stripes carved on the stone walls around it. It should be some kind of strange formation. It is this formation that traps the Bor in the underground palace and cannot go out.

I stood up and fell to the ground with a package in my arms. It was the one Ye Liangchen stuffed into my arms that day. I picked it up and opened it. There was a book, a disk, and a letter.
To be continued...