The land of Sichuan and Sichuan, Qionglai Mountain, a thin layer of rain and mist painted a hazy gray feeling in front of you. In addition to the ticking sound of raindrops into the rivers, only the breeze blows the rustling sound of trees on both sides of the river. The geographical location far away from the people in the towns makes the Minjiang River look more beautiful.

An exquisite flower boat floated slowly along the Minjiang River in the southern foothills. Two handsome and handsome young men stood quietly at the bow of the boat. Among them, those standing on the left were wearing black brocade robe embroidered with birds and phoenix patterns. The golden silk border and jasper pendant all showed the rich and gorgeous spirit. The sandalwood folding fan in his hand gently patted the palm of his palm, and the posture of a young master in the turbid world.

Although the person standing on the right had nothing else but a plain robe, and even his hair was covered with black hair, he was just casually draped behind him. However, the delicate and exquisite workmanship of the robe was obviously worthless and his unrestrained posture was very similar to those young people who were rebellious and rebellious.

Just from this scene, who could have imagined that this place is one of the most dangerous battlefields in the world. What is covered by this tranquility and beauty is the fatal murderous intent that is irreversible.

"Haha, it seems that visitors have arrived again. Minghe, you have to be prepared, so as not to make people say that I am not well-mannered in Qingcheng."

The young man in a plain robe said with a smile. The man in a luxurious black brocade robe on his left nodded slowly after hearing this, shook his left hand slightly, and spread the folding fan in his hand: "Yes, since they have been coming from thousands of miles away, it is too unreasonable for us, as hosts, to hold a banquet and entertaining us."

Before the words could be finished, the two young men who seemed to be powerless immediately appeared on their bodies, a huge aura as solemn as a mountain.

In an instant, rivers continued to pour out from the fan, spanning the air and rolling towards the clouds. Mountains thousands of feet high also emerged out of thin air, fully showing the Qingcheng mountains and rivers in the air. Under the staggered cover, it was impossible to tell whether the scenery in front of you was the Minjiang River in the southern foot of the south or the folding fan transformed by the young man in the brocade robe.

These two are the teachers of Zhu Mei, the head of Qingcheng Sect, and the two of them, Tiandu Minghe. Although they are not biological brothers, their friendship is much better than any brother. Since entering the Tao, it can be said that they have always been Jiao Buli Meng and Meng Buli Jiao. They have never been separated for nearly a thousand years. Even if they choose to be in the same place, the two of them have learned and their personalities.

Among them, Tiandu specializes in practicing Qingcheng swordsmanship. His attainments in swordsmanship are not much worse than those of Jile Zhenren. He has nothing but one person and one sword, but it is somewhat similar to Situ Jianying, the former leader of the seven sons of Yunzhong in the Emei Sect.

Minghe is completely opposite. The alchemy formation is omnipotent, and the Taoist talismans are all exquisite. All the Taoist Scriptures in Qingcheng are all familiar with each other, and various magic weapons are emerging one after another. It can be said that it is Yun Zhongzi in the Shushan world. The folding fan in his hand is the Qingcheng Mountain Water Fan made by imitating the ancient treasure mountain river fan.

Although the Qingcheng Mountain Water Fan is not comparable to real ancient treasures such as Taixu Treasure Mirror, the magic power of Minghe Zhenren is placed there. Even the despicable magic weapon such as Black Dog Nail is far more powerful than the Ziying Sword in Li Qiongying's hand, not to mention that what they are facing at this moment is the magic cultivator who has no decent magic weapon at all.

When the mountains were pressing against the seals of the rivers, bright blood immediately bloomed in the gray mountains and rivers. The disciples of the Eastern Demon Cult, the pale white Taoist robe as if they were mourning, was covered with bloodstains. The whole person seemed to have been broken into pieces of every bone, fell softly from the sky.

In the originally smiling eyes of the real person of Tiandu suddenly emitted some murderous intent as sharp as a blade. With the finger of his left hand, a blue sword light rushed straight into the sky. As the clouds and mist were scattered, a figure wearing a pale yellow Taoist robe was exposed.

This person is Wei Cheng, the corpse ghost among the five ghost envoys in the head of the Eastern Demon Sect. He did not expect that the two young men who were traveling to Minjiang on a flower boat might be people who practice Taoism and qi cultivation, and did not take them seriously. Therefore, the disciples who accompanied him were shocked by the Qingcheng Mountain Shui Fan of the Minghe Real Man on the spot. Although he barely escaped with the corpse ghost escape technique, the sword light of the Tiandu Real Man could not avoid it no matter what.

Although this flying sword Qingming is not a rare treasure in the Heavenly Palace or an ancient treasure, it is more than one step higher than the flying swords such as the Yuanyang Thunderbolt Sword and the Ice Po Han Light Sword. After hundreds of years of sacrifice and refining, the intention is to communicate with him. Under this sword, the corpse ghost Wei Cheng had no time to react. The true energy protection layer and body were penetrated, and his body and soul were scattered, and his soul were scattered.

"Hey, why are there all these people in the world who are eager to think about it? It's really sad and lamentable."

When Minghe's real person said that he was a casual robe, the corpses of several demon monks were swept into the river before they could fall into the river, and before they could fall into the river, they were swept into it by rivers flowing in the air. As the gradually broken peaks were smashed together, they eventually completely dissipated like a phantom fantasy, leaving no trace. The scenery of the southern foot of the Minjiang River has returned to its previous tranquility. It seems that the process of destroying corpses is very easy.

However, what they did not discover was that when the corpse ghost Wei Cheng and these demon monks were involved, a drop of blood quietly penetrated into the Minjiang River along the interlaced and erratic mountains and rivers. As the river water washed away, the drop of blood not only did not dilute, but became brighter and brighter.........

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Chapter completed!