The fox roars.

Outside the mountain gate, the Toad Taoist looked at Wanshou Temple above, "The evil spirit is coming out..." hurriedly hung the gourd on his back, sprinkled his flippers and ran away.

On the side, the Taoist who set up the magic circle seemed to feel it. Seeing a black shadow running by her feet, she hurriedly shouted: "Old toad?!"

The short figure waved his hand.

"I'm going to see Liangsheng--"

After passing through the mountain gate and rushing up to the stone steps, the Toad Taoist stairs panting and stepping on the stone steps leading to the Taoist temple. In the shaking view, the end of the stone steps that extended straight upwards, a light blue magic light illuminated.

‘This silly disciple, who cultivates one's own character on weekdays, is it easy to show his demonic nature? Don't learn from Lu Yuan...’

That day, my apprentice flipped through the wordless book. In fact, he already knew everything with "his heart". If he walked on the other party's old path, then everything would have never changed, and he would have just repeated the same mistakes in the future.

‘I shouldn’t have given you the Fox Demon’s Demon Pill back then... but I won’t give it to you. You are such a bad guy and you will die again. You’re a sin...’

Slap...

Flippers flipped up the last step, and Taoist Toad flipped up and stood still. In his eyes, there was a flash of light. The tilted wooden building fell from time to time. In the ruins, the figures facing each other were connected, and the stars covered their backs, and the shoulders and necks bloomed light blue.

"...Die should be buried forever...Chen Fu..."

The hair was like a waterfall and the arrow was hanging down. Lu Liangsheng turned his face slightly, and Qingzhan's voice fell: "Did you say so?" In the middle of his eyebrows, the vertical red mark was like a third eye, illuminating the magic light.

“Master…”

Not far away, Yuwen Tuo, who was holding the Xuanyuan Sword, stared blankly at the outline of the master's side face, with a cold expression, as if he had seen the expression of his former master.

For a moment, I didn't understand what was going on.

At this moment, except for him showing doubts, the rest seemed quite excited. Yang Jian clenched his fists and waved them hard: "I know how could the national guru be so easily defeated."

Yang Su next to the emperor thought more. The old man heard the few fox sounds just now. Only monsters can show this kind of appearance, but fellow Daoist Lu on the opposite side was full of demonic aura, which made him feel strange.

While thinking about it, a woman not far from the wooden building covered her mouth and shouted: "Liangsheng..."

Hurry!

The half-body buried in the ruins stepped on her legs, and the piles of earth, rocks and broken bricks separated by themselves, giving way out.

Lu Liangsheng, who was naked, reached out to stop Min Yuerou, looked at her face indifferently, then looked at the corpse monster that was only two feet away from him, stretched out his hand, and Qi You, who fell under the eaves opposite, turned his gauze skirt and turned into a ray of black smoke.

It passed over everyone's heads and fell into the hands of the scholar and turned into a brush.

"roar--"

Seeing the intention of the figure on the other side, Chen Fu leaned forward slightly, grinned and roared at the scholar who was picking up the pen and ink, thrusting the ground with a bang, pulling out a afterimage.

Lu Liangsheng raised his hand and wrote in the air, as if a certain font was falling down. The tip of the pen was swung out, and the golden word "Zhen" suddenly appeared in the air without any trace.

Bang!

A golden light suddenly appeared, Chen Fu crossed his arms in front of him, and smoothed backwards with hissing sound. When he stopped, the corpse air emitted from his body shook and scattered.

Hoho...

The drooping bun was raised, and the skeleton-shaped face, and the hollow eyes looked opposite. In the keen perception, it seemed to have a different vision than a human being. In the darkness of the opposite side, Lu Liangsheng was covered in stars, and there were several phantoms of strange beasts floating above the scholar's head, swinging his long hair, raising his horns, spreading his colorful wings, baring his teeth, or making fierce hiss.

The next moment, Chen Fu glanced at the emperor in the golden light cover and rushed towards him with the corpse energy surrounding him. The moment Yuwen Tuoheng Sword protected, his feet suddenly turned around. When the floor tiles were fracturing, his body turned around and ran towards the city wall with a swish.

He jumped up, climbed up the towering wall, and rushed high into the moonlight. The shouts of soldiers above and the trembling sound of bowstrings drifted across a arc and fell far outside the city wall.

"run?"

Lu Liangsheng looked at the corpse demon who disappeared in the moonlight, reached out and grabbed the Xuanyuan sword sheath hanging above the heads of everyone there, took it back and hung it around his waist, and the attic opposite, the unicorn cloak floated out of the window frame.

His hands were passed through the cuffs and covered Lu Liangsheng's body, covering his stars, and his eyes slanted across the corner of his eyes to Yang Su on the other side: "Duke Yue, please take care of Your Majesty."

Then his eyes fell on the toad Taoist standing on the stone steps and carrying the gourd.

"Master, I'll go back."

After saying that, the wide sleeves with Yin and Yang were brushed, Xuanyuan Sword broke free from Yuwen Tuo and flew into Lu Liangsheng's hand. He turned around and heard the sound of the robe stroking, and he had already risen to the night sky and flew out of the city.

The Taoist Temple Square was quiet for a moment, and the four scholars looked at the disappeared city in a daze. Look at me, I look at you, glance at His Majesty over there, nodded secretly, and then bowed down together.

"Your Majesty, we are here to protect the carriage!"

"Yes, it's too late to save the Lord, I hope Your Majesty will atone for his sins!"

"......I heard that Your Majesty is the real dragon emperor today. His civil and military skills are unprecedented and no one comes later. Four of us came from south to north and came thousands of miles to pay homage to Your Majesty's holy face..."

.........

The fire in Chang'an City reflects the red night sky. In the chaos of hissings, the suburbs of the south of the city seem quiet, while the mountains and forests hundreds of miles away are even quieter.

The moonlight is hazy, illuminating the outline of the stretching mountains. The wilderness is pitch black. Occasionally, the sound of night birds flying over the branches is heard. The moonlight shines in the gloomy forest, and a faint fire light shines from a dilapidated temple.

The temple gate leaned against the wall, half of the eaves collapsed and hung on the ground, the inside was warm, the burning fire swayed, and two shadows of people were cut out and cast on the nearby wall.

There is a man and a woman resting here.

Bang ~

The young man broke the dead branches and threw them into the fire. He listened to the singing of birds in the woods outside. In the firelight of the dead branches, the man was combed neatly, wearing a light green robe, wearing a sleeveless soap coat, and a long sword beside him.

This is Chen Jing, who came out of Fumo Mountain and headed north. After his master died, he returned to the cave in the mountains and found the magic book bequeathed by his master. He went north and practiced it just to... avenge his master.

"Jing'er."

A female voice sounded, looking at Chen Jing who was ecstatic outside, retracted his gaze. On the other side of the bonfire, on the paved blanket, a woman in her thirties sat up, looking beautiful, blinking her eyelashes, and her eyes were indescribable charm. She stood up and sat next to the fire, her stroking black hair was spreading her shoulders, reflecting the swaying flame, slightly shining.

"...Along the way, you are worried. Can you tell your mother what's going on?"

"mother....."

Looking at his mother, Chen Jing's lips opened and closed slightly, and he turned his face out of the door with a silence. He had not yet told the woman about his master's death.

This time he went out, he brought his mother with him, fearing that if he failed to take revenge in the future and died, what would his mother stayed in the deep mountains do?

‘If he really dies, Mr. Lu will not make things difficult for a woman...at least it is much better than staying in the deep mountains and old forests to live alone.’

After hesitating for a while, Chen Jing pinched the grass roots of his fingertips and said, "Mom... Actually, Master..."

Before the word "death" was released, the forest outside suddenly sounded. Chen Jing, who was talking, stopped his voice and frowned. After following his master's practice of Taoism, his perception of demons and ghosts was naturally different from the past. He grabbed the long sword beside him and stood up.

"Jing'er, what's wrong?" Zhang Lihua called softly and then got up from the ground.

The wind blew past the night outside, and the forest shook wildly. Chen Jing raised his index finger between his lips and said "shush".
Chapter completed!