014 Snake Cave 1

When Mingyue saw this sword, she was shocked. She quickly and carefully toured around and did not let go of any corner to find Yang Zifan's trace. She secretly hoped that Yang Zifan would be burned into ashes by the flame just now.

Suddenly, he noticed a touch of gray, like the color of Yang Zifan's clothes, mixed under a burnt tree trunk behind him. The bright moon quietly took two steps to the side, just blocking the gray behind him.

Qingming observed the fracture of the Qingfeng sword, which was neat and toothless. He said, "Mingyue, is the Qingfeng sword broken by something?"

At this time, Mingyue's attention was completely focused on the gray behind him. Hearing the question, his heart moved. He knew that the real person Qingming could not tolerate others to destroy the magic weapon of the faction. If he said it truthfully, he was afraid that he would be furious. Then his mother would protect him. The two of them quarreled for a while and had a chance to quietly take him. After that, the thing was destroyed, and among the lightning, Mingyue had quickly drawn up a plan in her mind and said hesitantly, "Mingyue was ignorant. At that time, I thought that the Qingfeng Sword could cut off the thousand-year-year iron pine, but I didn't expect..."

"I didn't expect the result to be broken." Qingming looked back at Qinghui, with a trace of ridicule in his eyes, and said, "Sister Qinghui, your good son has done a good thing."

Qinghui heard the words and scolded, "What do you mean by Qingming? It's good to meet the red scale snake Mingyue and come back alive. Do you still care about this flying sword?

Qingming Zhenren snorted and said, "If the disciples of the Tianyuan School are all so ignorant, I think the treasures of the Tianyuan School will be destroyed by you sooner or later."

Qinghui Zhenren raised his eyebrows slightly and mocked, "Who are you talking about? I heard that some of your disciple Haotian has done much more than my son."

"You!" Qingming waved his sleeves and stopped talking at all.

Qingwu Zhenren smiled and said, "Don't quarrel anymore. The Qingfeng sword is only broken, and the sword tire inside is not injured. After going back, ask Tianbao Zhenren for help and collect good materials to reshape the sword body. If you continue to quarrel, you will run away to the beast. At that time, you won't even be able to find such a fairy as the thousand-year-old iron pine.

The two real people, Qinghui and Qingming, quarreled. Qingwu was busy persuading each other, and no one noticed the small movements of Mingyue for a moment.

Mingyue took advantage of this moment and quietly retreated two steps back. Her hand moved slightly and grabbed a piece of gray cloth from the charred branches. The cloth was obviously too badly burned by the fire. When it was caught by Mingyue, it turned into flying ash. Mingyue felt the change in her hand and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Qingming Zhenren hummed his nose and turned his head to look elsewhere. Qingwu Zhenren rubbed his hands and said, "That's right, that's right." With that, he stretched out his chubby palm and waved it gently. Suddenly, a breeze came, blowing the black branches on the ground, flying away, revealing a five-foot square, dark stone around the ground, and there was a trace of hot air on the stone. Part of the soil is high and bulging. Looking around, you can faintly see that the raised part of the soil is surrounded by an irregular shape, and a large piece of soil is missing in the middle, like a tree that has been uprooted.

The three real people were dumbfounded when they saw this scene. Mingyue's nerves just loosened up again in an instant, and suddenly remembered the chilling shout when the flames were rolled up in the forest, and said in his heart, "Is it Yang Zifan?"

Qingming asked, "Mingyue, when you find the thousand-year-old iron wood pine, are there others around you?"

Mingyue suppressed the uneasiness in her heart, put her hand behind her and quietly put it back in front of her, and replied respectfully, "Uncle, Mingyue didn't notice anyone nearby at that time. Besides, there should be no outsiders coming here near the Tianyuan faction."

After listening to this answer, Qingming and Qingwu looked at each other and seemed to want to get information from each other's eyes. Qingwu first said, "Qinghui, I'm afraid that when Mingyue finds the thousand-year-old ironwood pine, there will be masters nearby."

Qinghui Zhenren said, "I didn't find anyone sneaking into the two arrays of heaven and earth."

Qingwu Zhenren took a look at Qingming Zhenren, but saw that he looked elsewhere as if his anger had not subsided. He said, "Pull out the iron pine is obviously the most clever way, but it is not that easy. Millennium Ironwood can be regarded as one of the top five wood attribute magic weapon materials in the world. If you want to pull it out, you can only do it with at least more than the Yuanying period. This may not have anything to do with what happened six months ago.

Hearing the words of Qingwu Zhenren, a trace of joy flashed in Mingyue's eyes, and he was completely relieved. With Yang Zifan's spiritual virtual cultivation, it is completely impossible to pull up the thousand-year-old iron wood pine. The roar he just heard must be that he was struggling to die, and now I'm afraid he has turned into flying ashes.

Qinghui Zhenren was slightly shocked and said, "Last time, the head brother guessed that the sky fire in the Tianyuan Hall was deliberately done, but at that time, the two arrays of heaven and earth did not respond, and now the thousand-year-old iron pine has taken the lead. In this way, I'm afraid..."

Qingwu Zhenren's fat face trembled and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid that the Tianyuan faction has a traitor or someone from outside the world." After saying that, he said to Qingming Zhenren, "Brother, what do you think?"

Qingming Zhenren looked at the scene without trace and muttered, "At this time, it is a matter of great importance. Let's explore the whereabouts of the red-scarp snake first. If we can't find it, we will quickly go back to discuss with the head brother."

"It's so good." Qingwu Zhenren nodded, and Qinghui Zhenren said, "Then please ask Brother Qingwu for this matter. I'll take Mingyue back to heal first."

After saying that, he left with the bright moon without looking at Qingming. Qingwu Zhenren looked at Qinghui Zhenren and said to Qingming Zhenren, "I said, I'm old, and my temper is still so strong. If the sword is broken, it will be broken. It's a miracle that the boy Mingyue can escape alive under the mouth of the red scales and fire snake. Why do you have to say more?"

Qing Ming Zhenren hummed his nose and shook his big sleeve and said, "She is an unreasonable mother-in-law."

Qingwu said, "It's not that Qinghui is unreasonable, but that you still remember Haotian's incident in your heart. Although she is too short-term, you should know that many things about orphans and widows are always considerate.

Qingming Jinren frowned and seemed to think of a lot of things, but he said with a flinty look, "Don't worry about me."

Qingwu Zhenren smiled and said, "Okay, don't care, don't care! Let's go! Go find that beast."

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Darkness, a vast darkness. Yang Zifan looked around in horror, full of devastation. In the blood red of the sky, the familiar figure held a sword with a firm face, looked at the sky and sighed, and resolutely bumped into the blood cloud. In an instant, gold and red occupied the whole world.

"No!"

Yang Zifan woke up in his dream and gasped. The wound on his body was so painful that he inhaled cold air. After a while, his fiercely beating heart slowly calmed down.

He sat for half a while in the darkness, inadvertently reached out his hand and touched something in his arms. The cold feeling suffocated him.

Yang Zifan took out that thing, but it was the unknown jade pendant.

It was silent and dark around.

The nine-leaf green lotus heart running in his body exudes silk heating, which makes him feel a little more at ease. He forced himself to stand up, and his whole body seemed to be about to fall out, but there was pain. Fortunately, his life was still there.

Yang Zifan took a long breath.

At this time, he was in a closed and wet place, which seemed to be mostly a cave, extremely empty, full of dark small stones.

There is a lot of gravel on the east side of the cave, and a few bright lights penetrated in between the gravel, so that the cave will not reach out.

The red squamous snake was lying in the hole, and the thousand-year-old iron pine penetrated deeply into his body, almost poking it into two sections, and the scarlet wound was still bleeding.

Yang Zifan looked at his blood-stained hands, and his mind was blank.

He didn't expect that he could kill the red phosphorus snake by fighting to death. Isn't his cultivation only until the spiritual deficiency period? Why did such a powerful force gushed out when he rushed into the flames? So much so that at that moment, the extremely hard scales of the snake were like pieces of paper, which were broken as soon as they were poked. So much so that at that moment, Yang Zifan even felt that as long as he wanted to, God could poke a hole.

But now that he recalls, he is a little uneasy. The power is too irritable, like a runaway wild horse, which may be out of his control at any time.