"Brother Liang, are you serious about what you said?" Huang Qinghui seemed to have grasped the last straw, stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve, and asked eagerly.
Liang Yan chuckled and said, "Haha, Miss Qinghui, there is no need to be so excited. Although Liang is just an unknown person, he will not go back on his words easily."
After hearing what he said, Huang Qinghui felt a little calmer.
She looked down and realized that she had unknowingly grabbed his sleeve. Her face immediately turned red. She let go and smiled and said, "Thank you Brother Liang for your generous action. Qing Hui was very suspicious of you before.
It's Qing Hui's fault, I'd like to apologize to Brother Liang!"
"It's not about justice, it's just about completing the task. But if we successfully defeat the enemy this time, I hope that you will keep your promise and make a sword for Liang once."
"Of course!" Huang Qinghui said seriously: "If our Sword Making Pavilion can survive this disaster, we will definitely do our best to forge Brother Liang's sword!"
"Okay! Girl, please lead the way." Liang Yan nodded slightly and made a "please" gesture.
After a cup of tea, under the towering cliff of Zhujian Pavilion, an inconspicuous large stone suddenly shook.
The next moment, the stones rolled down, and two heads popped out. They were Liang Yan and Li Xiaosong who had come all the way from the secret passage.
"I said this kind of thing is so dangerous. I can just do it alone. Why are you coming along to join in the fun?"
"Hey, this thing is so fun, how can I be without Xiaosong? Besides, I have the fire paint vine given by the master, maybe it can help you!" Li Xiaosong blinked and said with an indifferent expression.
Liang Yan had a headache after hearing this, but he could only sigh helplessly. After being together for so long, Liang Yan had figured out Li Xiaosong's temper. He was definitely a master who would risk his life just to join in the fun!
However, she has the fire paint vine given to her by Yu Xuanji himself, so she doesn't have to worry too much.
Thinking of this, Liang Yan took out an octagonal compass, pinched his fingers in his sleeve with his right hand to calculate, and shouted in a low voice: "The eye of the formation should be in the northwest corner, not far from here. Let's fight quickly, otherwise the battlefield above will be defeated."
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"Don't worry, you just have to show off your skills, Xiaosong and I are definitely not a drag on you!" Li Xiaosong waved his fist, looking eager to try.
After hearing this, Liang Yan curled his lips, took out a small bottle from his sleeve, and poured out two yellow pills, which were surprisingly the antidote pills obtained from Murong Xuewei.
He handed Li Xiaosong one pill, took another one for himself, and immediately started walking towards the northwest corner under the cliff.
The two of them did not fly with their swords, but walked in seclusion on foot. Not long after, they saw a huge altar appearing in front of them.
Corpses were scattered across the altar, and faint green fire was beating on the charred corpses. In the middle of the altar, there was a green spherical object the size of a basin, which looked like a human heart, swelling in mid-air.
Beating in a shrinking manner.
With every beat of this heart, a thick green cloud emanated from it, and then was guided by the magic circle on the altar, and finally floated towards the battlefield on the cliff.
"This should be the center of the corpse poison formation!" Liang Yan thought to himself.
He glanced around and saw a dozen monks in green robes sitting cross-legged under the altar. Most of them were at the fourth level of Qi training. At this moment, their faces were pale, and they kept kneading with their hands, and moved towards the altar from time to time.
There is a magic formula inserted into it.
"Murong Xuewei is not here. It seems that as she said, she is only responsible for setting up the formation and not participating in the battle. That's good, it saves me a lot of trouble."
Liang Yan pinched the sword with his right hand, and the light sword at his waist was unsheathed and rose into the air, turning into a streak of frosty white moonlight and slashing towards the green-robed monks.
Those corpse path monks were using all their spiritual power to maintain the corpse poison formation, and their foreheads were already dripping with sweat. At this moment, they suddenly heard the sound of wind behind them, and their hair stood on end. Although they wanted to dodge, they couldn't move at all.
Seeing that these ten monks were about to die under Liang Yan's sword, a purple light suddenly shot out from the side and collided with Liang Yan's flying sword in mid-air.
Zheng!
With the sound of the sword ringing, the fixed light sword rolled back and stopped in front of Liang Yan again. And the purple light flickered in mid-air, revealing its true form, which turned out to be a purple wood whisk.
"Huh? There are actually two mice running down. Those people above are really a bunch of losers!" A sharp voice came, and Liang Yan was startled and quickly turned around to look.
On the boulder ten feet to the left, I saw a stone about the size of a human being, twisting and deforming, and finally turned into a figure sitting cross-legged. It turned out to be a tall and thin Taoist priest wearing a black Taoist crown and Bagua robe.
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This person has triangular eyes, an aquiline nose, a long and narrow horse face, and a black mole on his chin, with a two-inch beard on top of the mole. Although his Taoist robe is very fairy-like, his face
But it's really vulgar in the extreme.
A monk in the early stages of foundation building! Liang Yan was shocked.
"Hehe, that's fine! Master Dao was feeling bored, so you two juniors came to my door, just in time to let Master Dao and I stretch my arms and legs!"
As he spoke, he jumped off the boulder with a calm expression on his face, as if he had already regarded Liang Yan and others as fish on the chopping board.
"We don't know that your senior is here, and I really don't mean to offend you. Do you know your senior's title?" Liang Yan slightly cupped his hands towards the Taoist priest in front of him.
"Humph! I want you two to know my name, and I will also make you understand. I am the famous Gusong layman in the southeast of Yue Kingdom!"
"It turns out to be Senior Gusong, whom I have admired for a long time! In fact, we are the direct disciples of the Yungang Sect and have nothing to do with the Sword-casting Pavilion. Now that the defeat of the Sword-casting Pavilion has been determined, we don't want to wade into this muddy water. Senior, can you betray Yun?
Gangzong wants to save face and let me go?"
"Oh? You Yungang Sect disciples also know my name Gusong?" The Taoist priest seemed to be interested and stared at Liang Yan and asked.
Liang Yan laughed, as if he wanted to say something more. However, he saw the Gusong layman suddenly raised his hand, and the dust in front of him was like an electric explosion, whizzing away towards the top of the altar.
With a loud bang!, the fly whisk hit something in mid-air, and then a white light appeared, revealing a silver-white flying sword, which was exactly the same as the fixed light sword in front of Liang Yan.
"I'm a little kid, but I'm actually plotting against you, the Taoist Master, and me!" Layman Gusong narrowed his eyes, and his whole body became full of aura, and the coercion of the Foundation Establishment Stage was revealed without reservation.
It turns out that while Liang Yan was talking to Gu Song just now, he took the opportunity to use the magical power of "Ksitigarbha Sheng" in Xiao Sancai Sword Art to separate the flying sword, and also used the magical power of "Tian Ji Bian" to hide the traces of the flying sword, hoping to take advantage of it.
If you are not prepared, first destroy the formation of the zombie poison formation in one fell swoop.
Seeing that the plan was seen through, Liang Yan stopped being polite and his face gradually turned cold!