The world's first fairy gate

Chapter 19

The evil gate invaded, the killing array opened, the sky was dark and dark, the frightened bird fluttered twice and fell to the ground, the dojo was full of voices, and everyone panicked.

A young disciple was sleeping under a tree stump, and was dozed off by a bird, looking around blankly.

This place is remote and there are few people. He searched and searched, and finally found another group of people behind the tree.

There were one old and two young, a horse, and a fox. It was so strange no matter how you looked at it.

He cautiously walked over from behind and asked, "Senior brother, what's the matter?"

The man turned his head, his handsome face was utterly pale.

The little disciple's heart skipped a beat, he took two steps back and almost fell down.

An old man supported him from behind, "Be careful."

The little disciple hurriedly saluted, and at this moment he realized, "I have met the real Jin Lin, Senior Brother Wei Jin."

The two were in no mood to return the gift with him.

The little disciple followed their line of sight to look up, and saw the emperor lying in a pool of blood on the high platform, Xianzuo stood aside with his hands behind his back, and several real people had a dispute and fought each other.

The little disciple rubbed his eyes, he was really frightened.

He just fell asleep!

With a sliver of hope, he asked tremblingly: "Xian Zuo is beside me, should... be able to save the emperor?"

Turning around, Wei Jin looked at his disciple gloomyly and said, "...help? He made the move."

The little disciple was shocked, but he didn't hear what he said clearly, and cold sweat broke out under those eyes.

He subconsciously ran out.

Jin Lin had no time to take care of the little disciple, he was looking at the high platform with an extremely solemn expression, his old face was almost wrinkled into a ball of paper.

At this moment, he heard Weijin next to him suddenly speak, his voice was rough, unlike usual, "Is the golden core on him?"

He turned his head and saw that Wei Jin hung his head, his face was dark and unclear, and his gaze was fixed on Xie Qiuhan.

Jin Lin nodded, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.

Before he grasped that intuition, Weijin grabbed Xie Qiuhan, raised his hand, and put it on the celestial spirit cap above his head.

Jin Lin was shocked, "No!"

He rushed forward to stop him, and met Wei Jin's eyes in panic.

The eyes were indifferent and gloomy, and the eyes were pitch black, like ice in the abyss.

Jin Lin was horrified, that wasn't Weijin!

The next moment, he was ejected by an invisible diamond cover and hit the ground, and "Wei Jin" mercilessly slapped the boy Tian Ling Gai——

Xie Qiuhan slapped out his palm like flowing water, directly hitting "Wei Jin" on the chest.

Wei Jin didn't expect it, and was defenseless, he was pushed back a few steps before he could barely stop.

He looked a little surprised.

Xie Qiuhan looked at him warily.

"Wei Jin" stared at him for a moment, then said coldly: "You can't suppress the Chi You Golden Pill, wouldn't it be good to return it to its original owner?"

Xie Qiuhan asked alertly, "Who are you?"

The man didn't answer.

He stood where he was, staring at Xie Qiuhan with narrowed eyes.

There was neither sinister malice nor condescending hypocrisy, and even some invisible sense of regret and pity—the pity was not directed at the young man, but at himself.

"The magic pill in your body is bound to devour the heart of the Tao, and let you control it. The six relatives will not recognize you, bloodthirsty and easy to kill, and become a walking corpse. In the end, you just die in the fight with the demon cultivator and the crusade of the famous family. under."

Xie Qiuhan was startled: "You are..."

"You should die by my hand, soon," the man said calmly, "you don't have to go too far."

Xie Qiuhan actually understood what it means to "walk too far". With this magical pill that was obtained by accident, if you take one more step, wouldn't it be more bumpy and tormenting?

... But even so, could he just be captured without a fight and let others slaughter him?

Xie Qiuhan clenched his sword tightly, raised a wave of anger and ruthlessness from the torment, and rushed forward preemptively.

The man was not surprised, his face was flat, "I didn't believe it at the time."

As the words fell, a black mist popped out from his sleeve, and the mist immediately transformed into a ferocious roaring animal head, which opened its mouth and bit Xie Qiuhan.

And he didn't move himself.

Xie Qiuhan was bumped by the beast's head, his chest throbbed, and he almost spat out a mouthful of hot blood.

He knew that this thing could not collide head-on, so he quickly stepped back behind the tree.

The animal head was split in half from the middle, and it chased after it through the tree trunk.

The unlucky tree suffered a seedling, and it was still full of branches and leaves just now, but now it withered quickly, the branches were withered, and the brown leaves fell all over the sky.

The animal head bit down again, Xie Qiuhan subconsciously stepped on the branch, but the tree fell down with a bang.

Xie Qiuhan jumped up, mastered the technique of controlling Qi in a hurry, and rushed out like a shooting star.

"Wei Jin" slightly raised his eyebrows, and finally made a move.

As soon as Xie Qiuhan landed, he met him, obviously facing Wei Jin's face, but he wiped all the anger from his face, his expression was calm, like a pool of stagnant water, very contrary to harmony.

Xie Qiuhan didn't retreat, he raised his palm and struck up.

"Wei Jin" flirtatiously flirted with him, and clicked as soon as possible, as if trying to test his ways.

The two came and went with fists and kicks, and Xie Qiuhan never used the Dao method again.

"Wei Jin" still didn't find out anything meaningful, so he didn't want to deal with the young man anymore, he just went up against the moves, and exhaled a palm in exchange for one, and slapped Xie Qiuhan on the chest.

Xie Qiuhan's pupils constricted. At that time, he was stabbing the opponent's shoulder with a sword, and he couldn't avoid it, and was slapped on the chest by that palm!

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell backwards.

At the same time, the black mist gathered again, this time the animal head almost had a physical body, fell from the sky, and bit Xie Qiuhan.

At that time, the ferocious animal head had arrived, and the strength of the golden core in Xie Qiuhan's body was suppressed by his own fight, and he was indeed unable to fight anymore. Jin Lin on the side couldn't get involved in the fight between the two.

But that's when—

As the breeze came, a pair of thin palms stopped the boy, turned around lightly, and pulled him into his arms, helping him escape.

It was a white-faced Taoist in plain robes, with an ordinary appearance and dull description, only his eyes were shining brightly.

When Xie Qiuhan's eyes stared at gold stars, he met those eyes.

Can't help but startled.

The Taoist put him down lightly, turned his head to look at "Wei Jin," sized him up for a while, and said, "Brother, why are you bullying the child?"

"Wei Jin" leaned against the tree, staring at the visitor without blinking: "Shen Xiao, it's you."

"Otherwise, who else is there?" Yun Fang raised the corner of his lips.

Xie Qiuhan raised his head suddenly, as if his whole body was going to be burned.

God! ?

When he was in the secret room, although he fell into a coma, his five senses were fully opened, and he took in all the words of Jin Lin and Wei Jin.

But at that time, he was fighting against the inner demons, fighting for every inch of the city, how could he have the time to think about the cause and effect, how could he have room to sort out the sourness, embarrassment, and happiness in his heart... Even the short 16 years he lived, he was also full of love. It's the first time I tasted such a taste.

until this moment.

When I really saw this person, all these things exploded.

What kind of person is Shen Xiao?

Aloof and immortal, no one has been able to match him for a hundred years.

He has always admired and longed for it, but it is only a symbol mounted on Taoist scriptures and portraits.

Really want to ask Xie Qiuhan about the details of Shenxiao, Xie Qiuhan can only say: Who is he?

Even the person in front of him with another strange skin, who is he?

Yun Fang seemed to have sensed it, and looked back at Xie Qiuhan.

Seeing that Xie Qiuhan's eyes were red and his body smelled of blood, he secretly sighed... He was the one who made this child wronged.

"Xiao Qiuhan?" He whispered, "Don't be afraid, it's me."

Xie Qiuhan resisted and took two steps back.

His eyes looked like he was looking at a stranger.

Yun Fang's heart skipped a beat.

It's over, it's hard to coax this time.

At that moment, the beast head failed to hit with a single blow, unexpectedly gathered again, and rushed over from behind.

The ferocious beast's head was reflected in Xie Qiuhan's pupils, and he jumped up suddenly, almost instinctively pulling Yunfang to protect him behind him.

The animal heads were almost as big as three of him, and the black mist was surrounded by the fierce wind that had been silent for thousands of years, and there were rough stones and sand in front of them.

Yun Fang's eyelids twitched slightly, and his eyes fixed on the young man. A strange feeling surged in his heart, and even his chest felt slightly hot.

That beast head is menacing, but it's a pity that there is something more fierce than it——

There was only a sharp howl, and a majestic snow-white monster jumped down from the sky. The sound was as penetrating as a sharp blade, and it swallowed the head made of black mist in one gulp.

...It's a pity that it was full of gas, and the monster hiccupped.

Xie Qiuhan was hit by two huge forces and fell backwards, Yun Fang caught him.

Qiongqi stood not far away, his original body was shaped like a lion and tiger, with fluffy and white hair on his temples, and his calves were strong. He stepped on the ground, and his ferocious and gloomy beast eyes were firmly nailed to "Wei Jin", as if he made another move. , the ferocious beast would tear him apart with its fangs and sharp teeth without hesitation.

Yun Fang put down the boy, and greeted the other end very politely: "Brother, it's been a long time, I can't help it, why do you hide your head and show your tail?"

"Wei Jin" nodded.

Immediately afterwards, this body belonging to Weijin fell to the ground.

The void distorted slightly, and a man in black appeared.

He was wearing a black cloak, half of his face was covered by the wide brim of the hat, his lips were as thin as a knife, pale and gloomy, and the cold air that could not be dissipated surrounded him.

This is Hong Lan, the Demon Lord, and also Shen Xiao's senior brother. Hong Lan taught Shen Xiao's first sword move.

When Honglan fell into the devil, Yunfang was still learning swordsmanship in Beichuan Glacier. After staying for 20 years, he came out to hear about this incident, and he hasn't seen him since then.

See you again, it was such a scene.

Honglan didn't intend to reminisce about the old days, her eyes wandered around between the two of them, she raised her hand and stated, "I want to take the Chiyou Golden Pill from him."

"Are you kidding me?" Yun Fang said, "Brother, if you take the magic pill, this child will die."

"Without the magic pill, I'm not sure about killing Kongming."

"That can't be helped," Yun Fang raised the sword, the tip of the sword hanging on the ground, and said seriously, "There is no need to discuss the matter of taking the magic pill."

Although he used a bland skin, he was not empty at all, and his whole body was full of the bearing that although there are tens of thousands of people, I will go for it.

Hong Lan frowned.

Qiongqi lowered his head and walked to Yunfang's side, like an arrow in a bow, ready to go.

The two confronted each other, and the atmosphere was tense.

Honglan didn't want to fight, "We communicated five days ago, we agreed, why did you change your mind?"

The two corresponded, and Honglan got the golden pill, and regained Yunfang's body, and the two dealt with Kongming together.

"Senior Brother," Yun Fang half-jokingly said, "Times have changed, and I didn't know that you were going to gouge out my heart."

Xie Qiuhan suddenly raised his head and stared at his back, his eyes were so hot that they almost pierced him.

Hong Lan swept across the two of them, and finally showed a warm expression, the killing intent on his face subsided.

He was thoughtful, "He has a magic pill, but he can control Qi and use Taoism. What should I do? It turns out that he belongs to you."

After Yun Fang heard this, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, feeling very delicate.

Is what the brother said violated the rules?

When Yun Fang, who planned to kill his teacher, was about to discuss ethics with his brother who also planned to kill his teacher, a wailing interrupted his train of thought.

Not far away, a bloody man staggered back and yelled something.

Yun Fang looked out and frowned.

He subconsciously looked at Hong Lan.

"It's not me," Hong Lan pulled back her cloak, her silver hair fluttering, her gaze fixed in the distance, "It's Dayan Seven Killing Formation."

Yun Fang's eyebrows twitched.

When he was young, he ran into the Sutra Pavilion and got a copy of the Da Yan Formation. The last page contained a group called "Seven Kills", and he took it to ask his master.

Kongming took over the formation, and said softly: "Da Yan is the number of heaven and earth, and ranks among the majestic; Dao, scattered form into Qi, distributed among all living beings, is the way of heaven; with Dayan's technique, spread seven The formation of killing can be punished..."

He pointed to the sky.

Heaven.