Xu Jingxian naturally knew Jiufang Changming.

From the beginning when ordinary people step into the door of cultivation, this name will often be mentioned in her ears.

The number one person in the world.

The head of Taoism.

Buddhist son.

Master of Demon Cultivation.

Confucian celebrities.

It's hard to imagine that so many unattainable names will fall on one person at the same time.

Because Jiufang Changming practiced differently from others, he first entered the Taoist sect, then entered the Buddhist sect, then became a demon cultivator, then entered the Confucian sect, and finally became a casual cultivator.

It is the limit for ordinary people to spend their whole life studying one thing, but he actually learned all of them and is proficient in all of them.

What's even more strange is that in order to win over this genius, even if he secretly disdains him, the sect he switched to will still do his best to support him and give him supreme honor.

Those gossips that are explicit or covert dare not be put on the table at all. During the heyday of Jiufang Changming, everyone, no matter whether they like it or not, whether they are enemies or friends, should respectfully shout nine in front of him. Fang Zhenren.

For many, this is a distant legend.

Xu Jingxian is no exception.

She looked at the legends of the nine directions compiled from various scriptures more than once, and she came up with the idea that monks should be like this.

In the face of absolute power, all voices of dissatisfaction will disappear.

The world fears him and slanders him, but they also respect and obey him.

After the battle of Wanshen Mountain, Jiufang Changming fell, and no one was seen when he was born, and no corpse was seen when he died.

Some people said he was dead, and some people blamed him for the failure of Liuhe Candle Sky Formation. The latter theory became more and more popular. Many new monks didn't know what to do. Gradually, the name Jiufang Changming was nailed to the pillar of shame. , It became an ironclad proof of the collusion between the human race and the demons.

Worshiping and chasing the strong is the talent of all races, and monks are no exception. When the idol falls and disqualifies, the mountain in their hearts collapses, and the name Jiufang Changming is no longer mentioned and gradually forgotten.

No matter what, Xu Jingxian couldn't connect the sick man in front of him with the legendary figure.

Although the two have the same name, she always thought it was just the same name.

Who would have thought that the same name is really the same person? !

So let's say-

Xu Jingxian suddenly remembered that when he met the Blood Sect that day, there was a strange atmosphere between Chang Ming and the Sect Master.

The suzerain is one of Jiufang Changming's disciples, and she also knows that.

When Xu Jingxian first heard about this incident, she was still complaining secretly in her heart. As for the suzerain's moody temper, would he dare to behave like this in front of Jiufang Daoist?

Unexpectedly, the master and apprentice actually met each other.

No wonder the suzerain asked her to bring someone to Jiuchongyuan.

She was so surprised, let alone others.

For a moment, all eyes fell on Chang Ming.

Shocked, skeptical, curious, all in different ways.

Even Zhang Mu's ferocious face flashed a trace of astonishment.

"Nine Fangs Ever Bright?"

After being stunned, he looked the other party up and down, his mockery and sarcasm clearly evident.

"The so-called number one person in the world is actually you? Are all your monks dead? Are you worthy?"

A stone stirred up a thousand layers of waves, and as soon as these words came out, the crowd naturally boiled up.

Some of the impatient ones couldn't listen to the provocative words, so they immediately cursed.

Chang Ming was unmoved, and only looked at Zhang Mu: "Do you know Zang Tian? He is your clan, and he asked me to bring you a message."

Zhang Mu's expression changed slightly.

Chang Ming: "It seems that you really know each other."

Zhang Mu: "How is he?"

Chang Ming didn't answer, but said, "Bet."

Zhang Mu sneered: "I won't bet with you, if you have the ability, just use your strength to pry my mouth open, otherwise you will all die today!"

Before he could finish saying the word "dead", his figure moved and he was in front of Chang Ming!

The fingernails followed, but they caught nothing!

Chang Ming disappeared in place, and Zhang Mu only caught a humanoid puppet.

The thin paper was reduced to ashes, and the fragments flew in all directions.

Zhang Mu turned around sharply, the tip of the black sword had reached between his eyebrows!

He only felt a pain between his brows, and quickly retreated every now and then. The subordinates around him wanted to make a move, but they were all stopped by the sea of ​​clouds.

Seeing that the figure of Yunhai was not among the black-clothed monsters, surrounded by surging demon energy, Xu Jingxian gritted her teeth, thinking that the old lady Xindao had bet on your side, so she also flew over.

There seems to be a tacit agreement between Changming and Yunhai.

Yunhai did not intervene in Chang Ming and Zhang Mu's fight, but only helped him stop other monsters.

The battlefield for the latter two has shifted from the beach to the sea.

Everyone looked from a distance, and saw that in the dark night, sword lights criss-crossed, and the waves were attracted by spiritual power, becoming more and more violent, setting off monstrous waves, one after another, almost covering the night sky.

In the old days on the Seven Star Stage, Zhang Mu was able to fight all the heroes with one manpower, needless to say his cultivation level, even if everyone didn't understand the world of monsters in the dark abyss, they knew that Zhang Mu's strength was at least at the level of a grandmaster.

Jiufang Changming used to be famous, but that doesn't mean it is now. Nowadays, talented people come out from generation to generation. It is no longer the situation of Jiufang. Most of the monks present, during the time they started to practice, the overall situation of the world's major sects is determined , The power has already been established, they have never practiced tremblingly under the shadow of Jiufang Changming, so naturally they don't realize how powerful this person was back then, just by the name, people can be shunned.

Xu Jingxian felt that her half of gauze was really not very useful.

Say long is not long, say short is not short.

That is to say, she has made great progress in her cultivation base, broke through the bottleneck, and can barely hold on for a while, otherwise she would have been defeated long ago.

If they can win this time, that's all. If she stays with Chang Ming, she might be able to dig another real grass.

But Changming, is it really that Jiufang Changming?

The legend becomes reality, which makes people feel a little unreal.

Maybe it was because, not long ago, she was still teasing him by grabbing his hair.

Losing her mind while fighting, the result was that her shoulder was almost scratched by the long nails. Fortunately, someone pushed her away in time.

"What the hell?!"

Xu Jingxian turned her head and saw that it was He Qingmo.

The disciple of Shenxiao Xianfu who met by chance on the Rainbow Bridge disappeared after jumping off the mirror lake, and he did not die.

What surprised Xu Jingxian even more was that when many people chose to stand by and let them fight first, He Qingmo actually took the initiative to participate.

Behind him, another junior brother of his also came over.

The others looked at each other in blank dismay, most of them chose to play safe and wait and see what happened, while a small number gradually joined in.

Xu Jingxian felt much less pressure all of a sudden.

As for the sea of ​​clouds—

Xu Jingxian found that the sea of ​​clouds was gone.

Where did he go?

Zhang Mu didn't believe that the opponent could beat him.

Now he couldn't be sure.

He found himself trapped in a void formation.

The eight directions in the front, back, left, and right are all Chang Ming holding a sword and kneading tactics. Each virtual image has a different formula, but no matter which virtual image he attacks, all attacks will be bounced back.

This happened a few times, Zhang Mu almost doubted his life.

He felt that he must have missed some detail.

In addition to spiritual support, this kind of formation requires a strong spiritual consciousness. Zhang Mu couldn't imagine that the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness was so powerful that it could trap him here, making it impossible for him to move an inch.

Conscious sea...

He had a flash of inspiration and seemed to understand something.

I must have been inattentive, and the other party took advantage of it.

Now he is not in the sea of ​​mist in Jiuchongyuan, but in Changming's sea of ​​consciousness.

As long as the sea of ​​consciousness is broken, not only will he not be able to trap him anymore, but Jiufang Changming will also be severely injured by his consciousness.

It seems interesting that the famous master in the past becomes a fool, doesn't it?

With a sneer on the corner of Zhang Mu's mouth, he suddenly made a move!

He has already discovered that although the virtual images in eight directions seem to be flawless, there are still differences in details.

Among them, the person in the southeast also holds the Sifei sword, but the tip of the sword is facing upwards, ready to strike at any time.

But the more active and strong you are, the weaker you are inside.

Especially for this virtual image, Si Feijian's spiritual power seems to be unable to support it, showing a lighter color than the other seven places.

Zhang Mu's thoughts turned, and he shot like the wind, grabbing to the southeast.

The virtual image shattered and disappeared the moment he touched it.

really!

Zhang Mu was overjoyed.

But his joy lasted less than half breath.

The hurricane came after him, dragging him into the vortex. In the chaos, he fought with his spiritual power, but found that the other seven phantoms were slashing at him with their swords at the same time!

It was the other party's intentional flaw just now!

Zhang Mu suddenly realized, but it was too late.

If there is a difference in chess, the whole game is lost. He was pierced by the Sifei sword from behind, and when the sword was pulled out, Zhang Mu also fell into the sea from midair.

But before his body was soaked in seawater, he was picked up and dragged to the shore.

Zhang Mu only felt severe pain in his body, not only the chest pierced by the sword, but also the palm.

He struggled to open his eyelids, and saw that his palm was firmly pinned by Chang Ming's sword, and he completely lost the ability to resist.

Zhang Mu wanted to say something, but he spit out a mouthful of blood when he opened his mouth.

He saw Chang Ming squatting down in front of him.

"I know Zangtian." He heard the other party say, "Those people cooperate with you only for profit. Once they find out that they need a scapegoat, they will not hesitate to betray you. The massacre in Yuru Town back then, Cangtian That's how he died. Before he died, he asked me to tell you, don't trust those people easily."

"Ahem, you are wrong. I have never, never believed them! This is our only chance to leave the dark abyss and come to the world. They did not lie to me..."

There was a smile on Zhang Mu's face, which was a kind of ridicule and mockery.

"Do you think that killing me and leaving Jiuchongyuan will be the end? No, everything has just begun. In your opinion, Jiuchongyuan is already magnificent and huge, but it is just a part of the plan. Hahaha ...you'll never think of that!"

It seems that it is impossible to pry his mouth open with the hidden sky.

Chang Ming's subordinates exerted force, causing Si Feijian to penetrate another inch. The spiritual power disturbed the opponent's muscles and bones, even a monster couldn't stand it. Zhang Mu groaned in pain, his face twitched and twisted, and his eyes began to slack.

"Who are they? Besides Wan Chi Bijiang and Situ Wanhe, who else is cooperating with you?"

Zhang Mu naturally wouldn't say it, and there was no surprise on his face, as if he was saying "I knew you would mention them a long time ago".

Blood gushed from his mouth and nose, but he still wanted to laugh at Chang Ming's stupidity.

But Chang Ming asked this sentence only to elicit the following—

"Xiao Zangfeng?"

Zhang Mu's smile froze.

The serious injury made his consciousness blurred, and he couldn't tell more quick wits to cover up his expression, but Chang Ming knew the answer in an instant.

Chang Ming: "Also, if I'm not mistaken, Chen Ting should be the incarnation of Jiang Li, the suzerain of Wanjian Xianzong."

I won't say it, if you have the ability, you can check it yourself.

Zhang Mu's lips opened and closed, silently, his expression gradually froze, and he was completely silent.

Most of the black-clothed demons over there were also killed. Xu Jingxian was overjoyed when he saw that Chang Ming had landed on the ground and was safe and sound, and ran towards him with his arms outstretched.

"Minglang, are you alright?"

Chang Ming hummed, and turned his head to look at the end of the sea of ​​mist.

There, a new giant wave is slowly coming.

Looking from a distance, the speed doesn't seem to be fast, but its power is so high and its voice is so loud that it far surpasses what it has just now.

If there is no accident, when the huge waves hit, the beach here will be completely submerged and become the vast ocean of Zeguo.

Seeing this, Xu Jingxian frowned.

"What should we do, do we still have to go through the fog?"

It is true that they came to the Nine Layers Abyss through the mist, but the last time they passed through the fog, they went directly to the Third Layer Abyss. It can be seen that there are thousands of changes there, and if one is not good, it will be rewound into it again, endlessly.

"Corpse bugs! Those corpse bugs are coming again!"

Before Chang Ming could answer her, someone suddenly called out. Xu Jingxian's complexion changed drastically, and she turned her head to see a group of shining lights flying from a distance in the night. We all know what that is.

A firefly corpse bug that changes people's face when they smell it, and dies when touched.

When Xu Jingxian saw the firefly corpse, she thought of her half gauze.

Chang Ming said to her, "Come with me!"

After saying that, Yujian flew towards the huge waves, his figure got farther and farther away, and finally disappeared into the waves.

Xu Jingxian was stunned for a moment by this seemingly pure act of courting death, but she immediately chose to follow.

The closer you are to a big wave, the stronger the wind.

Xu Jingxian was almost unstable and fell into the sea. She gritted her teeth and squinted her eyes, braved the stormy wind and waves, and plunged her body into it.

Water, overwhelming water.

The body was completely submerged in the water, and was pulled by forces from all directions. Xu Jingxian couldn't help herself, so she could only drift with the current. A little spiritual power protected her body to keep her mind clear, but the world was spinning around her eyes, and she couldn't distinguish yin and yang. After practicing for so many years, she once again tasted the feeling of dizziness and nausea when riding a carriage when she was a child.

Xu Jingxian rolled her eyes and finally passed out completely.

When he woke up again, his body was still clamoring for exhaustion, but his eyelids already felt burning and stinging.

She was a little uncomfortable, and couldn't help but raised her hand to cover her eyes, and slowly opened them.

The sun shines through the gaps between the fingers, piercing the eyes.

Xu Jingxian's consciousness slowly returned, and she sat up and looked around.

Not far away, Chang Ming was standing on the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back, talking to He Qingmo from Shenxiao Xianfu.

Yun Hai came from the other side, holding a bunch of dead grass in his hand, as if he had just picked something from the woods.

Xu Jingxian remembered this.

They entered Jiuzhongyuan from here before.

Below the cliff, filled with clouds and mist, is the entrance of Jiuchongyuan.

In other words, they left that terrible place completely?

Xu Jingxian was in a trance, even feeling like he was dreaming.

If she could go back in time and do it all over again, she wasn't sure if she would make the same choice, but what was certain was that she would never set foot here again in this life.

Never.

He Qingmo and Chang Ming didn't know what they said, they glanced at Xu Jingxian, as if hesitating whether to come and say goodbye, but in the end they didn't, they just passed her to the sea of ​​clouds, bid farewell to the latter, and then left with Yu Jian.

Neglected Xu Jingxian: ...Very well, when I see the disciples of the Shenxiao Immortal Mansion, I will catch one to torture one, and two to torture the pair.

She looked at Chang Ming.

The latter tied his long hair with a hair tie casually, but some of it still escaped and fell to his shoulders.

Taking off his clothes and robes, standing against the wind, he really has the demeanor of a generation of masters.

Xu Jingxian knew that Chang Ming's previous record of killing Zhang Mu would soon be spread all over the world along with the monks who escaped from Jiuchongyuan.

Many people will also know that Jiufang Changming has been resurrected from the dead and reappeared in the world. They are afraid that there will be another disturbance in the world soon.

She stared blankly at the other party, her mood was fluctuating, with some sighs for the rest of her life.

Suddenly, Chang Ming bowed his head and vomited blood, then slumped back on the ground, without the image of a legendary master.

All of Xu Jingxian's reverie disappeared in an instant: "Aren't you just like a normal person?"

Chang Ming wiped the froth from the corner of his mouth: "In front of admirers, demeanor is absolutely essential, and you have to endure it."

Xu Jingxian: ...

They encountered too many things in Jiuchongyuan. After they dispersed, they had their own adventures. They couldn't finish talking for three days and three nights. Xu Jingxian had many doubts in her heart, especially Zhang Mu before everyone. The sentence that Yunhai is her own clan has been lingering in her mind.

When she raised her eyes, she saw the sea of ​​clouds walking towards her. There seemed to be a sea of ​​glaciers and snow in those eyes, which made her blood coagulate, and she couldn't ask a word.

Yunhai didn't stop by her side, and didn't even pay attention, and went straight to Changming.