Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

How calm is this smile!

No, it could even be said to be unfathomable.

"It's over, the devil won't be defeated, right?"

Zhou Yimo retreated in his heart.

Luo Yu didn't return for a long time, and he felt that it was not good. Now that he saw this Taoist priest, he was even more uneasy.

Even if the other party is not, he does not dare to gamble.

They have maintained the black evil formation for a whole night, it can be said that the mountains and rivers are exhausted, and Cheng Xiaocheng and the others may get out of trouble at any time.

He watched six roads, looking for a way to retreat.

As everyone knows, Zhang Ming is also beating drums in his heart. The other party's thief looking around means several meanings. Now he only has the passive ability to take effect, but he can't beat the other party.

Just when the two were jealous of each other, the Heisha Mystery Formation couldn't hold it any longer and turned into black qi.

The disciples of the Quetang loosened their hands and fell backwards.

Soon, the pitch-black light curtain receded, revealing more than 300 Qiongyu Sword Sect disciples sitting cross-legged.

In front of Yijianping, lay a huge lava beast bound by a green ribbon.

The pale girl opened her eyes and saw the familiar light blue figure at a glance, with a bright smile like melting ice and snow on her face, and murmured in her mouth:

"Qing Hui Daoist..."

"I knew you would be back..."

After the girl finished speaking, she was exhausted and fell to the ground, "I... didn't disappoint everyone."

The teachers and disciples behind exclaimed: "Senior Sister Xueqing!" "Senior Sister!" "Senior nephew..."

And this sentence shocked Zhou Yimo!

boom -

The lava giant escaped from the control of the demon-binding rope, slowly stood up straight, and roared up to the sky!

The emerald ribbon shrank back to his wrist.

Sikong Jianli's legs trembled: "Uncle De, this... what kind of monster is this? The immortal fate you promised!"

The Qiongyu Sword Sect, who had resisted the black and evil all night, were also exhausted. The third elder, Cheng Xiaocheng, dragged his tired body and shouted: "Be careful, the lava beast has awakened! Back off, back off! It's impossible to compete!"

She herself stepped forward and tried to rescue Lu Xueqing.

Zhang Ming's eyes shrank, it's bad!

The highest combat power here is Elder Cheng of Qiongyu Sword Sect, and the teachers and commanders of Thirteen Peaks, who are in the life-shaping realm and the reunification realm respectively, but now they are weak and have no strength to fight again.

The only one who can fight is Uncle De.

As for Zhou Yimo of the Red Fire Demon Sect, he still has some demon essence left, and together with the lava giant beast in its heyday, it can definitely sweep the audience, and the Qiongyu Sword Sect is in danger!

The lava giant beast in the initial stage of life-shaping roared again, and suddenly reached out its claws and patted Lu Xueqing below.

However, Zhou Yimo was also the first to notice the change in Zhang Ming's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel nervous: "It's bad! This mysterious Taoist is going to do it!"

He understands deeply.

If you don't go, you won't be able to go!

In the next second, he turned into an escape light and fled into the distance. At the same time, he shouted at the lava giant: "Chiyan, don't fight! Do your best to protect me from leaving!"

The lava behemoth was stunned for a moment, stopped its claws, and looked confused for a moment, then turned around and chased after Zhou Yimo's instructions.

Layers of flames fell behind him.

It's like squid inkjet, a means to deal with danger, leaving hindrances and distractions.

Everyone was a little stunned, what's the situation?

Zhang Ming was also a little confused.

Zhou Yimo breathed a sigh of relief, but did not chase after him!

Immediately, the three hundred teachers and disciples of the Qiongyu Sword Sect seemed to remember something, and immediately looked at Zhang Ming's position with burning eyes, and all bowed down.

"Many thanks to Daoist Qinghui for saving Qiongyu!"

"Many thanks to Daoist Qinghui for saving Qiongyu!"

"Many thanks to Daoist Qinghui for saving Qiongyu!"

"..."

The voice resounded in the sky,

Like a tide, wave after wave, full of sincerity and worship.

The three Sikong Jianli were stunned!

They glanced sideways at the young Taoist priest who was casually pulling out of the water, thinking to themselves who are we saving someone? Did you really save yourself, didn't you touch porcelain?

This person can get all the thanks from the Qiongyu Sword Sect. He is clearly an unfathomable expert. How could he be reduced to waiting in a mountain stream and waiting for him and others to rescue him!

The only possibility is that the other party, on a whim, deliberately fell into the water to test himself and others.

It is unfathomable to act by an expert.

Sikong Jianli wiped his sweat.

Fortunately, the three of them have withstood the test!

"This... Daoist Qing Hui, I apologize. I admit that I saw you look good when I was fishing for you, and I sneaked a couple of cheeks. I really didn't mean to..."

Ah Fu said in a crying voice.

Zhang Ming's face was a little dark, he pretended not to hear, took two steps forward, and said, "Everyone, please get up, Pindao didn't do anything, everyone is serious!"

Bye everyone.

That night, Cheng Xiaocheng and the 300 disciples had already confirmed the truth to each other in the exchange.

She also finally knew who Qinghui Daoist was, and when she heard about his deeds on Zhuoguang Mountain, she was shocked. Now, Demon Lord Luo Yu has not returned, but Daoist Qing Hui has returned, and everyone understands what this means.

The Supreme Elder Li Du and the Second Elder Hu Xueshen, who betrayed the Qiongyu Sword Sect, have not appeared until now.

From Lu Xueqing's few words, they all guessed that this was the handwriting of Daoist Qing Hui.

With the power of one person, the building will be pulled down.

Great grace, Dade, how not to worship!

As for the death of the head of Xia Changqing, he can only blame him for slamming himself into the blade.

Sikong asked Ai Ai during the ceremony: "Qinghui Daoist, can I join the Qiongyu Sword Sect?"

It was only at this time that he woke up and said what to ask about seeking immortals. Immortals were not aware of themselves in front of him, and the Tao had traveled with them and did not seek them.

Uncle De, who has always been reticent and defensive, also changed his eyes, looked extremely respectful, and even had an extremely terrifying thought in his heart. Will there be one of the two demon monks in the duel... is Daoist Qing Hui?

He was cold all over, and he dared not speak.

"Young Master Sikong, the Qiongyu Sword Sect has undergone a major change. In the opinion of the poor, you might as well stay here for a few days. When the situation stabilizes, you can discuss the matter of apprenticeship and sword training."

Zhang Ming suggested ambiguously.

In the past few days, Sikong Jianli can weigh again, everyone has their own path, and cultivation may not be suitable.

If after this, Sikong Jianli is still obsessed with cultivating the immortals and learning the sword, then it is okay to ask the masters of the Qiongyu Sword Sect to say a few words.

Sikong greeted the ceremony as if he had been approved, and thanked him repeatedly.

The remaining Quetang disciples were quickly cleared by Elder Cheng, and the Qiongyu Sword Sect finally quieted down.

They looked at the devastated Qiongyu Mountain and felt sad, but they quickly threw themselves into the reconstruction of the Sword Sect. Sikong Jianli mixed into the disciples and helped together.

"Qing Hui Daoist, the old man has something to ask for."

Although Zhang Ming's avatar was frozen, he was still welcomed into the Chengtian Hall by the Qiongyu Sword Sect with the highest etiquette. In the evening, the third elder came to pay his respects.

"Xueqing, that girl has been taken care of by you for many days. She banned the lava beast by herself last night. Now she is overdrafted and in danger. The old man asks the Taoist priest to help!"

Elder Cheng asked respectfully.

Zhang Ming was taken aback for a while, what, what happened to his migrant worker? This can't be done, you have to go see it!

The two quickly came to Yixiang Pavilion, only to see Lu Xueqing lying in the gauze tent with a pale face, surrounded by cigarettes, which set off the sick and weak woman like a fairy.

"Daoist..."

She murmured unconsciously.

Zhang Ming stepped forward to check his pulse, and commanded in a deep voice, "Elder Cheng, please go and get a gold needle and undress him. Pindao uses the thirteen needles of the ghost gate to insert it to help him clear the meridians."

Cheng Xiaocheng was overjoyed, and at the same time admired that Daoist Qing Hui really knew medical skills, and Xueqing was saved!