Volume 16 Chapter 42

"By what?"

The man in the long gown was not angry, but asked calmly.

In addition to qingluan, thunder and Xianyi, there are not less than 100 places and colleges of cultivation in Yunqin University. Although Bailu university is not famous among the other 100 schools, it has its own pride to be able to stand firm and become the place of cultivation inheritance.

Shangfengjian, the dean of Bailu college, is a gentle man in a long gown. He is no more than 40 years old, but he has reached the senior level of the grand national division. He is also one of the most likely to become a saint in Qixia province. He has a variety of experiences. He was born in private school, joined the frontier army, became a practitioner, and then was accepted as his first brother by the former dean of Bailu college. He is also a general practitioner Compared with him, he has a more calm temperament.

A few days ago, he also heard some details about the duel between Zhang Ping and Lin Xi in Zhongzhou city. When this middle-aged alchemy Mountain God appeared in Bailu college, he was sure that Zhang Ping, who had been completely inherited by ancient practitioners, was still alive.

In the past, the purgatory mountain and the thousand devil Grottoes had only one or two incomplete inheritances of the original ancient practitioners of the demons prison, which became a powerful holy land of practice standing for countless years in the world. Of course, he knew that Zhang Ping, who had obtained the complete inheritances of the original demons prison, was terrible. However, such proverbs and lengzhennan, Rongjia, still had the power to control the emperor of Zhongzhou with their disciples and military forces after years of accumulation City, however, the imperial edict issued in the name of the Imperial City cabinet is still not recognized in many places. Many provinces of the whole Yunqin have numerous different opinions. Like many practitioners of Yunqin, shangfengjian has its own integrity.

It's ridiculous in the eyes of shangfengjian to send a person to surrender.

If you change to a more arrogant cultivator, I'm afraid that at the moment, what you answer is not "by what", but definitely "if you send any one person, you want to make a college submit to you. Does he really think he is the leader of the Jianghu and the ruler of the world of cultivators?"

The middle-aged alchemy Mountain God in different red robes raised his head to Shang Fengjian, his lips slightly opened, but before he could make a sound, a white faced swordsman in a green robe and carrying a green sheath sword appeared at the gate of Bailu Academy.

"Yes, why?"

The white faced swordsman nodded to Shang Fengjian as a gift, and said softly.

"Brother Zhao."

Shang Fengjian bows to salute with warm eyes.

Zhao ruling is the most famous swordsman among the great lords of Zhao family in Qixia province. Although his daily contacts are not deep, it is naturally touching to help him at this time.

"Those who serve me will live forever."

The face of the middle-aged God in purgatory mountain remained unchanged, and he chanted calmly.

Shang Fengjian frowned slightly and said with a sneer, "get the power like the six old monsters before? Those six old monsters are not dead long ago? Who can live forever in this world Only the spirit and belief can survive. "

The middle-aged immortal in purgatory mountain was disappointed with Shang Fengjian and shook his head. "No, there are still fears that can be spread in the world."

"In the deepest fear, people's ideas tend to become simple in the end, and they will only consider their own survival, or live better than the people around them, and they will not think about what it means to live." After a little meal, the middle-aged Shenguan of purgatory mountain calmly went to Shang Fengjian and Zhao ruling, who walked beside Shang Fengjian, and said slowly, "don't forget that purgatory mountain once made the whole big mang submit, so you don't think that the whole Yunqin could not. With the passage of time, everything will eventually change. "

"Unless all Yunqin people like me are killed." Shang Fengjian said earnestly with the middle-aged Shenguan in purgatory mountain.

Zhao ruling, a famous swordsman in green robe standing beside him, smiled a little, and with a clear voice, he pulled out his long sword.

His long sword is also blue. There is a layer of runes on the sword, like a layer of flowers.

The long sword stretched out slowly and pointed to the middle-aged immortal in purgatory mountain.

However, in the moment when the long sword was stretched flat, Zhao ruling's left hand moved slightly. A soft sword, thin as a cicada's wing, was like a viper, popping up silently from his left sleeve like lightning, and stabbing into Shang Fengjian's belly at an amazing speed.

Shang Feng's sword made a fierce roar, and a moon like sword light attacked Zhao ruling's face.

Zhao ruling stepped back ten steps in an instant and stood still. His right eyebrow was bloody. The whole right eyebrow was cut, leaving a bone wound.

Shang Fengjian's right index finger is also wrapped with a very soft and slender silver white soft sword. His left hand is covered on his abdomen, but blood is constantly pouring out of his fingers.

Although the middle-aged red robed immortal in purgatory mountain is only a middle-level practitioner of a great power division judging from the breath of soul power, after Zhang Ping took charge of purgatory mountain, the means of purgatory mountain was even more strange, and all his attention had been focused on the middle-aged immortal in purgatory mountain. It was too late for Zhao ruling to attack the sword The sword was full of power, and the burst of power had shattered the viscera in his abdomen.

"You are from Yunqin." Shang Fengjian's face quickly faded, and his anger disappeared in his face. He just said these five words to Zhao ruling with a kind of contempt and pitiful eyes.

"The purgatory mountain was also ruled by the Yunqin people." Zhao ruling took out a brocade handkerchief and wiped the blood in his eyes. He said quietly, "I have my choice."

"If a good man doesn't do it, he must be a dog." Shang Fengjian slowly sat on the ground, his eyes had begun to blur, his breath had been weak, but he still laughed in a low voice: "the most powerful dog is still a dog."

……

Zhenlong mountain, Wujiang hall.

Zhang Ping is sitting on the Golden Dragon chair, slightly drooping her head and facing the woman.

She has a beautiful face and thin lips like a sword. It's the eldest grandson of Princess Yunqin, Mu Yue.

"Do you know what I'm doing now?"

Zhang Ping's indifferent voice began to reverberate in Wujiang hall.

Long sun moyue, the former student of qingluan college, kept silent.

Zhang Ping should be very young, but now she is not his age at all.

"I sent a lot of people to Yunqin, to find the folk practitioners of Yunqin, to those places of practice, and then told them to submit to me." Zhang Ping said slowly with a cold look.

Long sun Mu moon raised his head and said in a slightly cold voice, "you are just looking for your own death."

Zhang Ping said with a deadpan face, "I want to hear your reasons."

Long sun moyue sneers: "the people of Yunqin have learned to straighten their bodies in decades. In one night, you want them to stoop to be dogs? If you do this, you will only set up countless enemies for yourself. You should also know that even in today's Zhongzhou City, the army is still in constant rebellion and fighting. Let alone want to make the whole world of practitioners submit. "

"That's your reason." Zhang Ping said indifferently, "but I have my reasons. In purgatory mountain, I climbed up from the lowest apprentice. In purgatory mountain, I not only learned the magic change, but also learned more ways of purgatory mountain to control the world. "

"Lin Xi has always wanted to change Yun Qin by gentle means, but I am not Lin Xi. I don't care about the lives of some people Of course, I know that most of the people I send will fail, but I can make all of the cloud and Qin practitioners stand in line, so that I can clearly distinguish my enemies and the people I can use. And you should also understand that there are still some people who can't resist the temptation of power. They will fight with each other, so I can reduce the death of many brothers loyal to me, and let more Yunqin practitioners die in their own fight. "

Listening to Zhang Ping's voice, changsun muyue's lips became more bloodless, and her voice trembled slightly: "you are crazy."

"What does this have to do with me? Everyone has a devil in his heart. I just release the devil in his heart. " Zhang Ping raised his head slightly, deeply admiring the moon, and said: "in a sense, you and I are the same person. You abandoned your brother, I abandoned qingluan college. You should stand with me. "

"Let out the devil in everyone's heart, what will the world become?" Long sun moyue gnawed his teeth and said in a cold voice, "even if you kill me, I can't stand with you."

"They will live in fear and surrender to the real devil." Zhang Ping didn't get angry, just calmly admiring the moon, said lightly, "I will let you change your mind."

Finish saying this sentence, he gently out a flame.

An official of the red robe goddess of the purgatory mountain came in and saluted the long sun moyue. Then he took the long sun moyue out of the hall without saying a word.

When the red robe goddess officer and long sun moyue left the hall, Zhang Ping breathed heavily and became more and more urgent in the empty and cold hall. He had a purple and golden face, and became purple and red because of the rapid breathing.

The blood of his body began to float on the surface of his skin, as if there were cracks in his body.

There was a look of hesitation in his cold eyes, but only in a moment, his eyes became cold and firm again.

He took out a white jade medicine bottle again, opened it, shook the medicine liquid in it into medicine fog, and inhaled it into his stomach.

His breathing gradually calmed down, his face slowly turned ruddy, and his eyes became more powerful and bright than usual.

The whole hall, with his burning breath, gradually filled with the intoxicating fragrance of magic eyes.