Today I hold the world

In the dark green poisonous mist, the aura of the three golden elixirs entangled in one place, and most of the noisy rats and grandchildren on the ground were affected by the fish in the pond, and there were one or two young black mice with considerable strength who were also in the midst of several rounds of fighting between the three golden elixirs. Fleeing in the midst of the spread.

Before leaving Tianyaokeng, Zhong Ziyan would not let this yellow-eyed bastard go, dragged Tuoba Nantian's concealed breath into the rat's nest, saw that thing was having an affair with a mother mouse, and showed up directly regardless of the gentleman's style Pain down the killer and turn the mouse's nest upside down. If it wasn't for that thing's skill in space, it might have been executed by now.

At the moment, even if it didn't die, after Zhong Ziyan's unexpected attack, it also fell into a messy situation covered in scars.

chirp chirp chirp~

The bloody bone tail couldn't stop shaking, and the two claws whirled and neighed strangely. This Heavenly Plague Rat Demon was exhausted.

Tuoba Nantian Ziquan was about to strike again, but Zhong Ziyan tried to stop him, "Brother Daoist, don't worry, this monster is at the end of its strength, it seems to be using the last resort, you and I must not follow its way."

Tuoba Nantian nodded and frowned, "This mouse was subdued by my natal object, and its previous strength was less than [-]%. Now it must have accumulated vicious methods. Let's see what kind of waves it can make!"

The two met for a short time and separated again. They surrounded the rat monster alternately from left to right, each cast spells from time to time to continue the bombardment, interrupting its posture of exerting demon power several times, making it more and more frustrated, furious and helpless.

Ji Jie~

When the pair of mouse paws finally finished casting the spell, the scarlet blood around it quickly dissipated, and a black poisonous mist appeared instead. Every inch of the poisonous mist carried the power enough to damage the Taoism of ordinary Jindan cultivators. Seeing this, Zhong Ziyan and Tuoba Nantian hurriedly retreated.

Monsters naturally have their inheritance, but low-level monks rarely see it. This rat monster is no worse than humans in intelligence, and Zhong Ziyan does not suspect that it has housekeeping skills at all.

"Brother Dao, retreat quickly, this poison is not something you and I can bear!"

When Zhong Ziyan opened his mouth, Tuoba Nantian had already retreated fifty or sixty feet. Behind his double life, the roar of the bull and viper continued to exude coercion to deter the rat demon. Unfortunately, the rat demon had gone berserk at this time and was not suppressed by the blood of the species .

The black poisonous mist scattered thirty feet away, and the rat demon was wrapped in the black mist and galloped after Zhong Ziyan. Tuoba Nantian didn't dare to get too close behind him, and the three parties flew straight out of the range of the rat's nest.

But after a while, the three parties flew for more than ten miles, the blood-red eyes of the rat monster turned dark yellow in an instant, faded out of the poisonous mist and headed west, Tuoba Nantian shouted: "It wants to escape, chase it!"

Zhong Ziyan looked back, and sure enough, he saw that thing turned into black air and fled, "Damn it, let's see where you can go!"

The two joined together from north to south, and Zhong Ziyan turned into a breeze, engulfing Tuoba Nantian and speeding westward.

The more I chased west, the more I realized that something was wrong. This road seemed to have been passed before. When I recalled it carefully, a flash of light flashed in my mind, and suddenly I was startled, thinking:

"This is... a dead end in the northwest!"

This road is not exactly the one that Chu Liuxian walked many days ago, and at the end is the cave with the ancient lamp and spirit treasure hidden.

With Tuoba Nantian galloping, Zhong Ziyan certainly didn't want to catch the rat demon after chasing to the end. This meant that the treasure would be seen by Tuoba Nantian. With more powerful competitors, there would be another fight in the future.

But there is no reason to stop here, not to mention Tuoba Nantian, even he himself is not reconciled, that offal has killed three or forty people on his side, if he can't kill it himself, how can he face everyone when he goes out.

Slow down for three breaths and speed up again, he has made up his mind that even if the treasure is seen by Tuoba Nantian, he has to kill the rat demon.

The black mist and the breeze swept across the treetops one after the other. When reaching the cliff, Zhong Ziyan finally blocked the rat demon. Dozens of blue tornadoes swept towards it, trapping it directly in the wind prison. When the Exorcist Knife goes in, it is a clean cut.

Half an hour later, the two cleaned up the rat's nest, searched for the spiritual materials and artifacts inside, and flew to the exit on the second floor.

While leaving, a sinister warning came into my mind: "Boy, don't forget the promise."

"Senior, don't worry." Zhong Ziyan echoed his promise.

The person who transmitted the sound was naturally the Ziwei sable in Fuyingzhai.

******

On Zangfeng Mountain, the summer wind was blowing in the mourning hall. Jiang Yuzhou stared blankly at the old woman in palace attire in the coffin. She was lying quietly inside with her eyes closed, holding the colorful jade hairpin that had been with her for more than 50 years.

Jiang Yuzhou especially remembers that he spent all his time searching for gifts in Shanghe City, and spent all his salary to buy this seven-color treasure hairpin refined from [Neon Sword Jade]. , the polished light shines, not like the beauty at that time, but now her face is wrinkled, her youth is white, and her youth is gone.

Things in this world are generally as abrupt as they are today.

Many times, many people, acquaintances are calm, love each other passionately, get along with tea and dinner as usual, always think that the days are still long, and tomorrow will be better than today, but unfortunately no one can guess which day is parting.

Jiang Yuzhou approached the coffin slowly, touched the face of the person inside with his hand, with crystal tears in his eyes, and smiled gently: "You are a wise and cunning person, and you have suffered a lot from someone like me who loves swords like life." I'm sorry, it's hard work."

He slowly sat on the bench, gently stroked Yan Zhenying's white hair inside the coffin with one hand, and murmured to himself:

"When I was at the bottom of the demon pit, I was still thinking about choosing two beautiful spiritual clothes for you. I thought that our family of three should eat and chat every day, and I thought about teaching Minger some unique skills in front of you. I thought too much about it." many……

Haha, greed is endless, God can't even satisfy one expectation, there is no one in the world who is more unlucky than a husband, don't you think so?

But after thinking about it, our husband and wife can be regarded as an admirable model of love in the door. Anyone who talks about it will be envious for a long time. Being able to marry you as a wife is a blessing from Jiang Yuzhou's three-life cultivation. It is not unlucky ...

But I just can't bear it, the person I can hug when I get up every day, if I say nothing, it will be gone, what should I do in the future..."

Outside the mourning hall, witnessing the sad and fragile appearance of his majestic and proud father, Jiang Ming covered his mouth and cried into tears. He leaned against the threshold to hold back his sobs and trembled.Half a day ago, he was still the most noble disciple of the third generation of Chilongmen, but now, he seems to have suddenly become worthless and helpless.

The person who loved him the most in this world was gone, and as a child, he hadn't done a decent thing when he arrived, and he couldn't express the endless annoyance and pain in his heart, his chest convulsed and twisted, and he fell into a faint.

A pair of black cloud boots appeared in the field of vision. Jiang Ming looked up. The ancient and vicissitudes of the face on the red robes were so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar. Jiang Ming knelt on the ground: "Old ancestor, my mother is gone."

Tao Fangyin's silver-white beard fell down on his chest, with endless love in his eyes, he leaned over to help Jiang Ming up, and stroked his head, "My child, all things reincarnate, and the four seasons are fixed. Yan girl just entered the next reincarnation. She has her way."

"I don't want it, I just want my mother, old ancestor... please save her." Jiang Ming couldn't stop the tears from flowing down his eyes, shaking his head, like a naughty child rejecting something he couldn't accept at all.

The old man in front of him slowly embraced him. As the longest-lived person in the sect, this old man has seen too many things in his life. To him, life and death are just the norm of heaven.