The painting fan's breath was weak and she was still sane, but she was just grateful for being saved for a moment, and then her face changed when she saw someone coming.

The young master walked past her slowly.

The fox spirit at this moment is nothing but a worthless abandoned pawn. It is better to be forgotten than to be remembered again.

The painting fan didn't dare to let out the atmosphere, for fear that the young master who had gone and returned would think of him, so he gently raised his hand to send himself to the road of hell.

She regrets so much now, regretting that she turned back greedily for a while, hoping to be a fisherman to make a profit, but she didn't know that she was a ridiculous praying mantis, thinking that she was holding the cicada in the palm of her hand, but there was a oriole waiting behind her.

Fortunately, the young master didn't look at her.

All his attention was on the man not far away.

Nine directions are bright.

This strange name, together with this strange person, appeared in Hongluo Town like a meteorite from the sky.

At first, the young master didn't pay attention to this person and his companions at all. To him, Hongluo Town is the thoroughfare of Kyushu. There are many people who come and go every day, and there are many monks and strange people. These two people are just a small episode, not worth mentioning .

But the wind and snow came unexpectedly, many people stayed here, and many incidents occurred out of thin air. Even these two uninvited guests were involved in this storm and became a mess that disrupted the chess game.

Since it's a mess, it should be completely eliminated. Just now when he made a move to test it, the other party was suddenly plotted against. In addition, he must have suffered serious injuries in the fight with him before. It's just that the young master can't figure out the details of the other party, and he doesn't know Jiu Fang Chang Ming's injury Exactly how heavy.

He has always been cautious, and wants to be safe in everything, so naturally he is unwilling to stumble on this person.

"Fellow Daoist Nine Fangs, right? I don't know what sect you are from, and I don't want to ask. We met by chance, and our strengths are equal. We should have cherished each other and talked about heroes over wine. Now you have come forward because of your meddling, for these insignificant beasts and me. It's a pity to be an enemy." The young master spoke with sincerity, and he didn't act hastily.

He was waiting, waiting for the opponent to show his flaws, to see the strength of the opponent clearly, and then kill him in one fell swoop.

When Hua Fan heard his words "beast", she shuddered slightly. She suddenly realized that her own fate was originally bad. In the eyes of the other party, it was just a dispensable gadget that could be discarded at will. In vain, she had a whimsical idea, thinking that she could take advantage of Jiufang Changming, but the son actually used herself to test the extent of Jiufang Changming's injuries.

Once she understood this point, Huashan immediately lost any luck and hope, now she just wanted to find a chance to escape, far away, and save her own life.

The blood dripped down Changming's chin and onto the snow.

His waist was slightly bent, but his spine was not completely broken, and he still stood firmly, with the sword in his hand leaning on the ground, the blade of the sword glowed slightly, and it was bright and dark, flickering indefinitely.

This seemingly weak posture has the most rigorous and perfect defensive posture, and the spiritual power in the whole body is harmonious and unimpeded, perfect.

Because of this, the young master did not act rashly. He wanted to kill, but he didn't want to be killed instead.

"May I know why you did these things in Hongluo Town?"

Seeing that the young master didn't answer, Chang Ming gave a low laugh.

"If you are a demon cultivator, killing people can refine your soul and make a cauldron. Human life is indeed useful to you, but you don't have the slightest aura of a demon cultivator on you, and you drove the fox spirit dream demon to make a fuss in Hongluo Town. A murder case where ordinary people died, and none of them were monks, so I don’t think it’s any good for you. Unless——you are trying to set the blame and frame it?”

He could feel the aura of the person on the opposite side release, as sharp as a sword drawn out of its sheath, it exploded suddenly, the pressure was like a mountain pressing down on the top, the tide was raging, and it came in an instant!

Chang Ming had no choice but to form seals to resist, but still took three steps back.

Three steps, no more.

Any more will reveal the essence of weakness and be noticed by the other party.

The ferocious falcon will pounce on it immediately with its keen sense of smell and tear its prey to pieces without hesitation.

But the reaction of the other party only proved that he was right.

"Who are you trying to set the blame on? There are people in Hongluo Town that you want to kill, but you can't kill them yourself, and you can't let the fox spirit and dream demon do it, because they are not his opponents, are they?"

The young master said indifferently: "Fellow Daoist, if you know too much, you will die sooner. You are obviously an outsider, but why do you have to take this muddy water? I am also surprised. What good will this do for you?"

Chang Ming sighed: "I have a story, but it may be too long for you, and you probably don't have the heart to listen to it."

Son: "If you don't say it, how do you know I don't want to hear it?"

Chang Ming: "If I tell you that this story is related to Wanjian Xianzong, are fellow Taoists still interested?"

Son: "Tell me about it."

When he said this, his hands were already clenched into fists slightly, ready to strike, and he just waited for the opponent to have a slight opening, and shot immediately.

Jiufang Changming is not as calm and leisurely as he appears on the surface.

He could feel the fox poison on the back of his hand spreading to his whole body at a fast speed. Limbs and limbs, with strange meridians and meridians, were like burning weeds. With just a little wind to fuel them, they would immediately cover the mountains and plains, scorching and burning, and the pain was cut on the flesh. , Gouging down slowly, picking apart the muscles and bones, gouging out the flesh and blood, and finally stabbing the tip of the knife into the deepest heart, cutting the heart into pieces, the pain did not die, and the torture was suspended.

Just now, Hua Fan wanted to plot against him, Chang Ming broke through in a desperate situation, recalled the past, and even the details of the past that were blurred due to wandering in the underworld, all were poured into the sea of ​​​​knowledge, eight or nine years after the restoration of cultivation base more than a hundred years later. Cheng, the original him like this should be evenly matched with this person in front of him, but the old injury and the attack of fox poison made Chang Ming feel like he was in handcuffs, and his movements were heavy.

Fox poison is not an ordinary poison. The fox is kind and charming. It often evokes the desire and humanity deep in the heart, magnifies the seemingly ordinary people or things countless times, disrupts reason and affects judgment, and his weakness is—

Chang Ming tried his best to suppress the messy breathing, as long as he exposed a little bit, the people opposite would immediately notice it.

This is the only enemy Jiufang Changming has ever seen in his life. It is even more terrifying and unfathomable than Shengjue and Chunchi in Wanlian Buddha Land, the head of the demon princess Linglong, and others. Even if you go back to more than a hundred years ago, On the contrary, this person's cultivation level is higher than later, because at this time, this person is still himself, instead of taking away the disciple's body and borrowing the strength of others.

"Once upon a time, there was a man who held a high position and had extraordinary cultivation. Looking around the world, he was already a dragon and phoenix among monks, one of the best. If there is anyone in the world who can ascend to immortality, it must be him."

Chang Ming adjusted his breath, and used the story slowly told to cover up his own injuries.

The young master narrowed his eyes slightly, but he didn't know whether he noticed it or not.

"Many people regard him as the hope of Taoism, and he himself thinks so, until he has reached the realm of the great master, and encountered unprecedented obstacles in his first retreat practice. He couldn't find the ladder that could lead to heaven, At first he felt that he was wrong, and kept looking for other ways, traveling all over the world, visiting capable people and hermits, making alchemy for medicine, fairy artifacts and magic weapons, but unfortunately he found nothing. He began to faintly realize that it was not his own problem, but the world. , there is a problem in this world."

"Fellow Daoist, this story is very novel. I thought you were going to tell about a love affair between a foolish man and a woman." The young master smiled slightly, his murderous gaze swept over Chang Ming, and he pointed at Chang Ming in the opponent's hand. sword.

Zheng!

The spiritual power of the two clashed in the middle, and the blades of the sword returned a clear and long cry, and the spiritual power canceled each other out.

This round was a little tentative and ended in a draw.

The young master is still not sure how serious the opponent's injury is.

"Fellow Daoist can tell at a glance that he is a well-informed person. If it is not a novelty, how can I have the nerve to tell it?"

Chang Ming gently wiped away the blood on the corners of his lips with his thumb, his body straightened, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Is there really any method in this world that can make the other party heal the injury in just a moment? Seeing this, the son couldn't help becoming suspicious.

"Go on."

"He finally knew that since the beginning of the creation of heaven and earth, there have been laws and restrictions. No matter how high the cultivation level is, it cannot ascend. The cultivation to the ultimate is not liberation, but demise. Complete demise. The soul is scattered and no longer exists. The so-called ascension to success Immortal, it was all a scam, or in other words, it was just the wishful thinking of monks throughout the ages. He was unwilling to end up like this, and he didn't want to be one of these losers. He wanted to take a completely different path from his predecessors. To truly ascend, one must obtain eternal life and unique and powerful power."

Chang Ming said while staring at the other party.

The young master is wearing a black robe, hiding his true face under the black robe like Mr. An, but his body movements will not deceive people. If he is shocked in his heart, the details will naturally be revealed. Just like now, the other party's fists are clenched. The story has already reached his heart.

"who are you?"

Youyou's tone changed from far to near, in the blink of an eye, the young master was already impatient to wait any longer, he chose to make a move!

If you don't make a move, it's fine, if you make a move, Chang Ming's life will be taken!

Chang Ming was already prepared, and with a slight movement of his mind, the Chang Ming Sword was already in front of him, blocking the opponent's approach.

In an instant, the ground cracked, Yushan collapsed, dark clouds rolled in the sky, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and the wind howled wildly.

More than a hundred years later, Chang Ming was unable to prevent the coming of the extinct world, so he could only choose to perish with Luo Mei with his life and cultivation base.

Back in time more than a hundred years ago, two strong men broke through the boundaries of time and space to face each other ahead of time. Luo Mei was stronger than before, but Chang Ming was still injured.

One ebbs and another ebbs and flows, and the sky falls apart.

A Rong couldn't open his eyes in the strong wind, and was pushed by the spiritual force so that his body fell outwards, and he had to hug the pillar next to him to stabilize his figure.

Not to mention the others, the seriously injured painting fan and the other foxes were like a small boat that couldn't help themselves. They were rolled up and overturned in the huge waves, pushed up high, and fell heavily again. Some people vomited blood and died on the spot. Huafan was smarter. Long before the two met, he tried his best to climb to the low wall next to him, and curled up in a corner where no one noticed.

The spiritual power on the opposite side was nibbling forward inch by inch, while the barrier in front of Chang Ming shrank and retreated inch by inch.

Severe pain came from his heart, he couldn't help panting, not only the corners of his mouth, but also the corners of his eyes began to bleed.

Maybe this time, he was still a little bit worse.

Luomei from more than a hundred years ago was too strong. At this time, he was seriously injured and he was no match at all. Chang Ming knew it very well.

He has no fear of death, his only regret is—

Yun Weisi.

Yun Weisi.

Yun Weisi...

He opened his mouth slightly, silently tracing the three words.

Whether you and I are always like participating in business, the news of life and death will never meet.