Today I hold the world

As a rare event in recent years, the monks gathered on Zangfeng Mountain today can be described as a sea of ​​people. In addition, it is now the time for the newlyweds to visit the hall, and the atmosphere of watching the ceremony is even higher.

The old master of ceremonies was Zhang Brom, holding his long and wide coffin book and read solemnly:

"Heaven and earth are proofs, and our ancestors protect us. Today, I am the main dao of Chilongmen, Zhong Ziyan, Kun Dao, Mengwa, and Ju Kui. They fall in love with each other. I wish to be a fairy couple, and join the road together. From now on, we will depend on each other for good and bad, and we will share hardships..."

In terms of age, no one in the family lived as long as Old Zhang. This job was snatched from the other old people with all his efforts, just to save face.

Zhang Brom is not tall, and his body is thin. If he hadn't been wearing a red and white robe, he would have looked even hairier. During these rare moments of glory over the years, his back was obviously straighter than usual.

The etiquette was lengthy, Tao Fangyin was the only old man on the seat under the Longya Tianbei, dressed in a red dragon robe, with a calm and indifferent gaze, he had seen too many weddings and funerals in his life, and at this age, he had long since passed away. Wave.

On both sides of the high platform are prominent talkers from all sides in Huaishan, Zhao Liangcai, Situ Li, Wu Cuan, Tuoba Nantian, etc., are all in the forefront.

Chilongmen's family stood at the back and sat in the banquet to watch the ceremony, and Jiang Yuzhou and his wife ranked first among them.

"Husband and wife bow down!"

……

After the three worships, the red fireworks were in full bloom, and the whole mountain gate exuded a festive atmosphere, but Jiang Yuzhou frowned in surprise.

Suddenly there was a thumb-sized jade talisman in his hand, on which the red and indigo colors shone continuously, and the sun face engraved with the word 'Ming' was red and bleeding.

Yan Zhenying beside her covered her mouth and grabbed Jiang Yuzhou's arm tightly, "My son! Something happened to my son!"

"Shh! Don't disturb the good business of the head, I'll investigate!" Jiang Yuzhou made a silent gesture, with a cold face, and walked away from the wedding venue slowly.

At the gate of Zangfeng Mountain, Li Shouxin, who was temporarily transferred to guard the gate, saw a golden light rushing down the mountain, his eyes were startled: "Quick, open the door."

Not far away, the disciples of the younger generation hurriedly withdrew the spiritual power valve, Jin Guangfei flew out of the mountain gate and headed west, the red-browed boy with an inch head opened his mouth wide: "Old Li, who is that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Shouxin was hit hard on his forehead. Li Shouxin scolded with a smile: "It's not big or small, it's called Senior Brother. Isn't that just Senior Uncle Jiang, cheer up!"

The red-browed boy rubbed his forehead in pain and grinned, "I didn't see it clearly for a while, why did you still hit someone, Senior Brother Li, you've become irritable."

"Just hit you, you little bastard." Li Shouxin frowned triumphantly. This was one of his few happy moments.

******

In the wild depths of Huaishan Western Region, two hundred feet below the Sky Demon Pit, the caves extend in all directions, countless undead skeletons surround the Taoist surnamed Qi, and even Jiang Ming and Lu Linjiao are forced to fight against the ghosts that come in from time to time, in a hurry.

Lu Xun brandished his khaki-colored gloves, blasting away the ghosts that came from the run-in with his Qi. Among the three, he was the weakest in this kind of scene, and was guarded by Jiang Ming and Lu Linjiao.

In the dark cave, the sound of heaven and earth cracking in the distance has never stopped, and the golden light in front of them will shine on the positions of the three of them every once in a while.

Jiang Ming's cheeks and shoulders were covered with blood, and his face was ferocious and crazy: "That's it, that's it, this is the real strong man. Senior Qi's swordsmanship is probably invincible at the same level."

Lu Xun struggled against the ghost with a sad face, "Be careful of yourself, don't chop like crazy, the heavier the wound on your body, the more you will attract the ghost. That senior may not be able to greet us soon."

There was a brown lion shadow flashing behind Lu Linjiao's back. Every time his hands clawed out, he could catch three or four ghosts to death. The blood was dripping, and the carrion was flying everywhere. Grade best.

"What are you afraid of, with seniors here, we won't have any accidents." The azure blue spirit sword in Jiang Ming's hand danced like a wind, and the red banyan stream slashed on the ghost's body until it became steamy. He was originally a golden fire spirit root. It was for monk Shuilinggen, and it was a gift from his mother. He has been wearing it until now, and it is easy to use, and he is reluctant to change it. It is extremely difficult to deal with ghosts at the moment.

"Wait carefully, retreat quickly!" The golden light swept over again, this time more powerful than before, but there was also a warning sound, which proved that the Jin Dan surnamed Qi was under pressure.

Lu Xun persuaded: "Jiang Ming, it's time for us to withdraw, don't make trouble for Senior Qi."

Just as Jiang Ming was about to respond, a pitch-black skeleton was slashing down on his head with a huge blue light ghost Qi Yanyue knife. He didn't have time to react, so he instinctively blocked his [Blue Arc] spirit sword in front of him.

Ding...clang...crack...

The two blades intersected, and the stalemate was less than a breath away. The spirit sword that had accompanied Jiang Ming for more than 30 years broke at the sound. Fortunately, Lu Linjiao moved the transfer wheel of the Yanyue Saber to another place in time, otherwise Jiang Ming's ribs would be broken in an instant.

Staring at the broken spirit sword, Jiang Ming's hands trembled, his eyes were red, and he murmured tremblingly: "It's broken, the sword is broken."

"Lu Xun, pull him back!" Lu Linjiao yelled at Lu Xun while dealing with the sword-raising skeleton who was strong in the late stage of foundation establishment.

There was a rare flash of haste on Lu Xun's bewildered face, he grabbed Jiang Ming by the back of the neck and ran, dragging him on the ground for five steps, his hand was firmly held by Jiang Ming.

"Stop it, it dares to chop off what my mother gave me, if I don't chop it off, I won't be ashamed to see my mother when I go back."

The black cloth on the back split open, and Jiang Ming's aura burst out suddenly, with a purple-blue long sword in his hand, with a cold light and a chilling green awn.

"You haven't advanced to foundation building yet, Zi Ying is a famous fierce sword, if you don't do it well, you will kill someone!" Lu Xun exclaimed.

At this time, Jiang Ming had already lost his mind, and he used his spiritual power to rush straight to the knife-raising skeleton who was fighting with Lu Linjiao, "I will kill you!"

The sword in his hand is the murderous sword that was donated to the door on behalf of the guest Qing Qin Feng at the beginning of the year. It is so powerful that it consumes a lot of spiritual power. Legs shattered.

Taking advantage of the free time, the Lulin Jiao lion claws ignited flames and covered the skull fiercely. Its body exploded directly, and the Yanyue Broadsword exuding a ghostly aura fell to the ground with a clatter.

When Jiang Ming saw this scene, his crazy mind quickly came to his senses. He felt powerless and limp all over his body. He staggered two steps and fell to the ground, laughing loudly, "Damn it, let's see if you die or not!"

While blocking other ghosts, Lu Linjiao raised Jiang Ming's body, but he danced and refused to leave: "Take that Yanyue knife, it's a treasure."

Lu Linjiao sighed helplessly, and turned back to take the knife again. At this time, the cave was shaking, and the golden light in the depths in front of him was uncertain, and a breath of death came, and the blood of purgatory burst out from the golden light.

The three of them stared blankly at the Golden Core figure in the depths of the cave who was stepping on a black lotus. He was dealing with two black-bearded ghosts of equal strength. Holding the giant sword in his hand, he turned his head and glanced at the three of them:

"I can't suppress these two beasts anymore. The three of you retreat quickly. If you teach others to know about this meeting, you will not be spared."

Before the three of them could respond, the man waved more and more blood from his body, pushing the three of them out of the Heavenly Demon Pit.

Jiang Ming saw the man's appearance for the last time, he was like the Shura Sword Master standing in the sea of ​​blood in hell, like this from ancient times, immortal.

After leaving the Heavenly Demon Pit, under the sunlight, the three survived the catastrophe, their hearts were empty, and Jiang Ming's bones seemed to be falling apart, grinning and crying in pain.

"Teach you to be a hero, if you wait a little later, all three of us will lose our lives." Lu Xun hurriedly took out a blood-returning pill and fed it to Jiang Ming.

The three of them were in a state of distress at this time. Jiang Ming took the elixir and still poked his head towards the Heavenly Demon Pit: "Hey, how many people have died in this ghost place? Even those skulls can't be killed. Senior Qi won't kill them all." Is something wrong?"

hiss... roar...

There was a roar like an evil ghost in the Sky Demon Pit, and the bloody smell could be seen rushing out of the Demon Pit from the depths, and the aura of golden core wrapped in it went straight to the northeast.

"This... is gone?" Jiang Ming asked awkwardly.

He was thinking about him here, and when he came out, he ran away without even saying hello, which made Jiang Ming very angry.

Lu Linjiao glanced at the depths of the Sky Demon Pit with palpitations, "Let's go too, this place is really not where we can come now, if the two Jindan Wubeard ghosts are not killed by Senior Qi, don't you and I want to go to the place right now?" Became their food?"

Jiang Ming shuddered all over, "Lu Xun, quickly put me on your back and run!"

The three of them ran towards the Manggu Forest step by step with blood on their soles, they were all glad to have survived, and they never wanted to come to this ghostly place again, even such a powerful Golden Core Sword Cultivator couldn't make a deep wound, probably only the Nascent Soul cultivator to set foot in.

Traveling through the Manggu forest all the way, Jiang Ming's eyelids slowly closed, he was really tired.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying in the guest room of Yang Diao Lin. In front of the couch was a thick and sharp figure in black, white and red collar. Person: "Dad?"

"Hmm." Jiang Yuzhou looked back at his son, and responded with hatred.

"Father, why are you here?"

"The soul talisman is about to break, what else can I do if I'm not here?" Jiang Yuzhou got up and stood in front of the guest room window with his hands behind his back.

The room fell into a brief silence, and Jiang Yuzhou asked, "What happened to you?"

Jiang Ming originally planned to explain everything clearly, but when he thought of Duanshuiya's unhappiness a few days ago, he closed his lips again.

"Forget it, I've already asked Lin Jiao, since that senior doesn't want to let outsiders know his whereabouts, let him do it.

You are lucky to be alive, this time let's see if some of you ignorant things still dare to break free.

It is rumored that the Yaokeng was left behind by the fierce battle of the gods that day, and there are countless ghosts in it. Dad took people into it three times to search for treasures, and suffered heavy casualties. The whole army was almost wiped out. The three of you are really brave! Jiang Yuzhou didn't know whether to be angry or sigh.

Jiang Ming muttered, "It's up to you whether I live or die..."

"Bastard, I'm your father!" Jiang Yuzhou snapped.

Jiang Ming hurriedly said in a low voice: "I brought back the treasure this time. The Yanyue Knife is at least a second-tier high-grade one. I gave it to the head as a wedding gift. Maybe he will be happy and give you the Tanlang Temple again." .”

Jiang Yuzhou was startled, his eyes paused, and he quickly turned his head away, showing a little gentleness and relief. He was silent for a long time with his own son behind his back, then turned around and said coldly:

"The head of the sect temporarily dismissed me, just to quell unnecessary internal and external incidents, and to use your enthusiasm, a little bastard, to concentrate on practicing your own sword in the future."

After finishing speaking, he casually threw a flaming sword from the storage ring on the table, and left behind closed doors.

Jiang Ming shrank his head, thinking that his vicious father was going to beat him up again, but he didn't expect him to go out.

So he slowly got up and held the flaming long sword. Its scabbard was as red as fire, and the hilt was inlaid with Liuhe flaming crystals, which was clearly tailor-made for him.

"Sword name: Yanling. Second-rank inferior.

[Swift] [Ghosting] [Flame Flow] [Red Glow Slash], as well as the dark attribute, good sword, good sword! "

From childhood to adulthood, my mother gave me gifts. After living for so many years, I finally received something from my own father, not to mention how excited I was.