Chapter 80： Fallen person

When the cool valley was blocked by the black water castle disciple in the purple robe, it was a rainy night with a rainstorm.

Ghost rain sprinkled empty grass, hurricane to curb the clouds, a branch of pine fire was swayed by the rain, a large group of a haze of silence silently surrounded the cool valley.

The stone tablet that Xu Xingzhi once sat on it and drinking in the day has been broken in two halves.

The main face of the Blackwater Fortress is gloomy and ghostly, and screams: "Hand over the warm snow and dust!"

In the valley door, Wen Xuechen condensed his eyebrows and asked his disciples: "Master has not been able to go out?"

Fuyao retreats before January, enlightens practice, and plans to rise to the Golden Delicious, and then try to become the body of Yuan Ying.

After the death of the quiet and immortal, the rest of the three doors did not say anything, but the various monarchs all accelerated the process of cultivation.

Where Xianmen practiced, one needs to be well-informed, the second needs to be calm and clear, and the third needs cold and cold desire. If it is to be successful, it is not easy. Some people burn incense and pray, the futons add, eat the chanting, and the poor life Only one of the four disciples can be defeated, and among the four disciples, the one who can refine the gas is half, and the one who can form the Jindan is half, and the body of Yuan Ying is already the person who is on the top, and these years have really Those who have learned the way, only Danyang Feng Ming Zhaojun, and Ming Zhaojun has been inundated for three hundred years in the world, showing the difficulty of practicing.

After the war of hunting, the magic road bowed, the sea was clear, and there was a young and unique young monarch, Qing Jingjun, who supported it. Therefore, the families were somewhat relaxed about the cultivation.

No one can think of it, the star that is expected to be so high will fall so fast.

This supportable monopoly has gone, and the worries of each family have also risen. Before March, Zhou Yunlie, the master of Tianchuan, succeeded in upgrading to the seventh stage of Jindan, and the cultivation process of Fuyao Jun is now at a critical moment, and a little difference will be destroyed.

It is a coincidence that Wen Xuechen does not believe that the magic road is causing the incident at this time. However, the cool valley is surrounded, and the matter is big, and it is unfavorable to hide in the cool valley.

He tightened the yin and yang ring on his wrist and said: "Open the door."

The valley door opened wide and Wen Xuechen was launched with the disciple.

The owner of the Blackwater Fortress looked up and saw the young, sick and weak, white-haired youth, and sneered: "You are Wen Xuechen?"

In the rain, the sound of Wen Xuechen is still difficult to cover the shore: "You come to me, but I don't know who I am?"

The owner of the fortune sneer: "The cool valley is warm and snowy, and the people who are not guilty of the road are disgusted. Who knows your name? But the magic road and the four doors have been repaired for several years. I came to Qinglianggu to present a gift, why do you want to harm? My life?"

Wen Xuechen condensed his eyebrows: "When did I hurt his life, and why did he harm him?"

"My son came to give gifts, and after you have been in the cool valley, you will be poisoned and killed. The two disciples who come with you are circumstantial evidence. It is not you, but who will harm them?" The Lord mentioned this matter as a heart drama. Pain, I can’t wait to bite every word in alive. "Wen Xuechen, you are really a bad name!"

Wen Xuechen’s eyebrows are locked deeper and deeper: “I can do this for half a benefit to my cool valley?”

The owner of Blackwater Fortress has always heard only the reputation of Wen Xuechen for the unruly people. Now listen to him saying that he only wants to shout, so he is just as good, and his heart is more like a fried, screaming: "Less His mother is here to be false and false! You killed me, I want you to take it for granted!"

Wen Xuechen saw that he was already violent and full of anger. If he didn't want to annoy him, he chose to take a step back and said: "...The matter is still not clear. We are here to talk about the truth, but we can't tell the truth. Into the valley, we will slowly discuss it clearly."

“'Slowly?'” The owner of the Blackwater Fortress opened his mouth and shouted. “I don’t know what you call 'slow', in order to make things clear, or to delay the time, wait until the other three , I am so stubborn, forcing me to be a small black water castle?"

After all, he raised his hand, and a cool valley disciple with a blue color coat was pushed up from behind him.

Wen Xuechen's face changed.

After learning about the people in the Valley of the Magic, he felt a little unusual. He first ordered a rhinoceros lamp in the house. He happened to catch up with Zhou Beinan and Qu Chi are not in the house. He sent a strong sword. The disciple, who sent him from the valley to the nearest Danyang Peak in the cool valley, sent a letter to Tell Quchi about it, so that he would have time to come to the valley.

But this messenger disciple is clearly walking the secret path of the cool valley to the outside world...

Waiting for him to think about the relationship, the owner of the Blackwater Fortress gave a strange smile: "When you delay the time with me, send a disciple to go to him to send a ventilating letter. Wen Xuechen, hello means."

The two magic disciples who escorted the young disciple slammed his arm and lifted his ankle to his knee.

The younger disciple's body swayed, his eyes were washed away by the rain, and the hair bundled by the jujube was scattered a few times, but he stood like a white poplar standing still in the same place.

The two demon disciples who were detaining him were humiliated consciously. Both of them were physically trained. They each made a punch and made two punches under his ribs.

I could only hear two bones, and the young disciple had a pale face and squatted down, almost painfully crushing his teeth.

But he still has nothing to lose.

The owner of the Blackwater Fortress saw that he couldn't even succumb to the sharpness of the unknown younger brother of the Qingliang Valley. They angered the two magical disciples. They were on a cold, and they became more and more angry. One of them flew up and slammed on it. His left calf, shoveling the bones on the other side, and the other folded his arm, forcing him to kneel.

At the foot of the young disciple is a piece of soft soil. After being soaked in the rain, it has become a quagmire. If he kneels down, he must head down and fall into the mud of his face and throw away the face of the cool valley.

Who thought, the little disciple, after making a violent anger, actually inserted his right leg into the mud, and took the body upright!

In the fragile bones breaking sound, he shouted: "The cool valley is not for the evil spirits!"

"Really?"

The owner of the Blackwater Fortress sneered, and the waist of the sword was squirted and turned into a concentrated white light.

Sharp front passed, the head flew up, and the jujube wood that would take off the unloaded fell in a damp rain mud.

... his resistance is over.

Through the rain, Wen Xuechen almost pinched the yin and yang ring on the handle!

As soon as he turned his back, the gossip roulette flew out and wiped out a large piece of Mars in the mid-air rain curtain, pushing the main gate of the Blackwater Fortress!

The main owner of the castle is not free, the sword is blocked, the roulette cuts a raindrop, and the sword is sharply rubbed, and the dark red light spots are wrapped in the rain and fog, and the main face of the black water castle is excited: "You Killing my cool valley disciple, I want you-"

The owner of the Blackwater Fortress squeezed a hazy smile at this time.

The sound of the sword wheel seemed to be a kind of signal, and the sound of Wen Xuechen was swallowed up by the sudden violent screaming of the Quartet!

The sounds of the cool valley are like boiling, shaking the warm snow and dust, and driving the spiritual power, ringing the square, actually in the shadow of the rain, perceive thousands of wet and cold faces!

The branch of the magic road has a large and small scale. The black water castle is only a thousand people. Even if the power of the whole castle is attacked, it is impossible to have such a huge force!

During the light stone fire, the temperature and snow dust suddenly became clear.

They are prepared!

He screamed: "The valley is going up, starting -"

The voice has not fallen, and the Wanhua Qinghui has been burning from the ground, and the spiritual power has been injected into the ground. The Russians, the valley of the valley that has been stretching for centuries, have emerged from the ground, the dawn and the turbulence, the horizon The reflection is like snow, and the screams of the disciples of the magical Tao are heard from the four fields.

"Baiyun Tour, point thirty-six pillars to sing the soul, with five hundred disciples to the east, knot group Yang Zhen!"

"Yes!"

"Su Qing, west, group Yang!"

"Yes!"

"I am coming to the south gate, guarding the north, Feng Wuhua, keep it for me!"

"Yes!"

"Three bursts of together, inner ring sets, forming a smashing soul, you can understand?!"

Wen Xuechen issued four instructions in succession. The disciples were only from him, and each of them went to the battle. During the period when the disciples were all in peace and security, only Wen Xuechen’s teeth were driven to keep the spirit and maintain the operation of the whole block.

For a moment, he turned his head and said to his disciple who was behind him: "Come here."

He said something, but the rain was screaming, the soldiers were staggered, and the disciples could not hear clearly: "...Well, brother, what do you say?!"

"Go back!" Wen Xuechen raised his voice. "The same string sister said that she would have to worry about the sound of the knife, so that she would stay at home and rest, and she would run out to rain. I will go back to accompany her soon!"

With the disciples taking care of them, I found that there were only a dozen disciples here, and I couldn’t help but worry: "Well, brother, you can be here..."

"I am free!"

The disciples were pale and white, and turned to see Lu Yuji, who was guarding the South Gate tonight, and screamed: "Lu Yujiu, care for Wen’s brother! Did you hear?!"

Lu Yuji gnawed his grip on the hilt: "Yes!"

As far as the rest of the valley in the valley, I heard the outside of the string, and put down the books in the hand, and left the lamp alone to help the waist slowly to the armpit. From a distance, hundreds of disciples were silently formed into several columns, and they were split in an orderly manner. Going to the three sides.

She raised her eyebrows, but did not disturb the self-contained disciples.

She just walked two steps down the front porch of the temple and heard a familiar voice commanding: "Liu Zixu, with two hundred disciples to the south gate, where Wen brothers are there!"

When he told him to go, he hurried to the bed of Wen Xuechen, and looked up at the Zhouxian under the gallery. His face changed and he came forward with a few steps: "Mrs. Wen..."

Less than him to appease, Zhou Xian interrupted him: "No need to say more, say, what happened?"

After the disciple said this, Zhou’s face suddenly changed.

I noticed the change of Zhou Xian's expression, and immediately appeased by the disciple: "When Wen brother is afraid, the lady is in a hurry. You will go back to rest soon. The brothers are strong and strong, and they want to be able to cope."

He knows that Mrs. Wen was also ranked well on the top of the list, even if she is now pregnant, she wants to block her.

But Mrs. Wen’s body is really inconvenient, if it’s three long and two short...

When he was afraid of the Zhouxian impulse, Zhou Xian actually stroked his shoulders a few times to show comfort: "Don't panic. The dust brother wants me to wait for him, I am waiting."

Zhou Xia's eyebrows are warm like moonlight, even if there is more worry inside, but the crescent eyes are lightly glimpsed, and they are all shut in the head: "Go to the dust brother. Go. Tell him, I am good with Awang." Wait here for him to come back."

With the disciples wiping a burning eyelid, I was about to turn and leave, and suddenly I heard a few tears from the south screaming: "Wen brother! Wen brother!"

...No one knows when Wen Xuechen had a heart attack.

Perhaps when he opened Lu Yujiu and asked him to lead more than a dozen disciples to deal with the blackwater disciples who attacked the front;

Perhaps it was when he was attacked by a shuttle arrow, and he was forced to distract himself;

Perhaps earlier, when he saw the head of the messenger flying out, his heart was already unstable.

No one knows when he fell down like a man, just like no one knows how much spiritual power is needed to support a large array of people in the valley. How big is it for a person with a serious heart like Wen Xuechen? pressure.

—— Once the Valley of the Valley is launched, it is necessary for someone to instill a source of spiritual power. The magic road struck suddenly, and the king reconciled, and the disciples were not in place. He could only spell a life to continuation of this battle to ensure that the disciples would successfully fight against the enemy.

However, his life is like a string, and he is still overwhelmed and broken.

From the outside of the valley, the Jiuzhi lamp is holding a paper umbrella, such as a cloud, standing in a half space, the rain is not wet, the body is sparse like snow, leaning over and looking at the blood I don’t know what to think about in the battlefield.

The Blackwater Fortress is standing on the side of his body, slightly squatting on his waist, and his eyes are full of gratitude: "Thank you for the Lord, and report this **** revenge for me!"

Nine branches of light looked at him sideways, chilling back: "You are welcome. The Lord has changed his mind and decided to be faithful to the Magic Road. This enemy will definitely help you."

The owner of the castle quietly looked at him and tried to test: "I don't know if my child's death will affect the relationship between the Lord and the right door. After all, you..."

"I have plans to counterattack the right way." Jiuzhi lamp cares about his cuffs and said indifferently. "Just didn't expect the cool valley to take the lead, then we don't have to be polite."

Having said that, he calmly looked into the eyes of the Blackwater Fortress, calmly saying: "Wu Xiang's death is a shame in the Magic Road, and it is also a glory. There is a day when the history of the history is written, the history of the magic road, your son It will also be listed as a meritorious minister."

The nine branches of the lamp said that the owner could not help but shed tears: "Respect the Lord..."

At this time, the disciple with a mottled sword mark in front of the sword returns, when the worship, the sound is difficult to cover the excitement: "Return to the Lord! The cool valley Wen Xuechen is dead! He is dead!"

Jiuzhi Lanwei: "Who?"

The disciple is full of joy in the light: "Respect the Lord, it is Wen Xuechen!"

He repeated: "... Wen Xuechen is dead?"

“Yes!” said the disciple, “It seems that it is driving the mana for a long time, and the heart attack is overwhelmed...”

In other words, he was exhausted and alive.

The disciple disciple continued: "The disciples of the Qinggu Valley of Shounanmen have been in a mess, and they have been attacked directly. Now the disciples are robbing his corpses with those who are cool!"

The owner of the Blackwater Fortress is happy, and he blurted out: "Catch back! He is the murderer who killed me..."

At this point, he discovered that there was no room for his own arrogance, and he was afraid to stare at the nine lights.

The Jiuzhi lamp came back from the news that the man died. The fist was a sigh of relief. "Catch! At all costs! If anyone can get back the body of Wen Xuechen, I have a reward for him!"

For the body of Wen Xuechen, both sides are crazy.

More and more disciples fell on both sides, and many disciples killed their eyes, and those who stepped on the ground rushed forward.

However, the death of Wen Xuechen has had a great impact on the disciples of Qinglianggu. It is not worthy of the Thunder's addition. It is difficult to be a painful one. The more urgent the more, the more missed.

What kind of defense, what defense, they all forgot.

The most mad of them is Lu Yujiu, who almost drove the power of ghost repairs, and manipulated the dead magical disciples to stand up and slash back to the sorcerer.

No one even noticed him, everyone was going crazy, the knife and the sword shadow swayed in one place, and the little South Gate was squeezed down.

After all, a magical disciple with a purple robe crouched on the ground, and found a wrist wearing a lightning strike on the yin and yang ring between the many corpses, and he dragged him out of the resort and carried it on his back. Go away with the sword.

Lu Yujiu was almost smashed, and the ghost repaired the volley into a bone hand, madly trying to catch the magical disciple who escaped, but the finger only had time to tear off a piece of warm snow.

Lu Yuji’s face was pale and shouted: “Wen’s brother!”

Daddy, he heard a woman’s voice behind him: “The cool valley disciple listens! Let’s stop!”

With the disciples licking their faces and tears, following the Zhou Xian, they shouted: "Mrs. Wen!!"

Zhou Xian’s hand held a long gun that she had never held for a long time, with no expression on her face and a clear voice: “There is a knot!”

The rain poured down and washed her face into a boneless white with no blood: "Southern disciples! The group of Yangshen, the other three squares match! Repelling the enemy!"

The weak woman couldn’t even have tears at this moment, only shouted: "This cool valley is his cool valley, I want to hold it for him! You must keep it for him! Give me to remember that the cool valley is only dead. No drop!!"

The author has something to say: Although the body of Wen Xuechen has grabbed his hand, the owner of the Blackwater Fortress is still unwilling.

Looking at the dead man with a purple face and a paper-like look, he whispered: "The life of a hundred disciples is only a corpse, which is too bad!"

Jiuzhi lamp raised his hand, slowly stroking the silky white hair on the side of the corpse, and there was some faint nostalgia between his expressions.

He looked at this person in detail.

This person has never put himself in his eyes. In his opinion, he is probably a huge stain between the four doors, even if it is dirty.

... However, what can he do now?

Can he still blame himself and let himself go away?

Thinking like this, Jiuzhi Lan lowered his eyes and said to himself: "One hundred and ten disciples can exchange for a warm snow, it is worth it."

"Block the Qingliang Valley, no one is allowed to come in." Then, Jiuzhiguang told him, "Give me the snow and snow. I will hand him over to the people in the altar who are best at smelting and refining them."

Before the Blackwater Fortress, only the nine lights were used for private enmity to force the disciples to **** the body, but after hearing the words "smelting into a corpse", he faintly understood: "You..."

The Jiuzhi lamp understates: "He is a martial artist, and he is familiar with the four-door Fengshan big battle. If he can take him back to me..." He looked at the fortress, and his lips squirmed carelessly. Just a little bit, "So, if we capture the remaining three, we don't have to struggle like this."