As soon as these words were spoken, the sea fell into complete silence.

For the four brothers of the Fuyao Sect, the black shadow that suddenly appeared was a little familiar. Although except for Yan Zhengming who eavesdropped on their conversation, no one else understood how the person attached to the wooden sign last time got here, but several people knew that this person must have a close relationship with the sect.

But the last time in the Demon Valley, this number one devil in the world was very easy-going. Although he always fooled the children, he did not get angry when he was exposed in person, which showed that he had a good temper.

This time, he seemed like a completely different person.

Even on the deck of the ship, Yan Zhengming could feel the violent and violent energy surging from him, and the sea was in turmoil.

Jiang Peng's face suddenly changed, and then he jumped from the clouds and landed right on the boat that was carrying a group of sword cultivators.

In a flash, the sword practitioners who had just been fighting with their swords showed what it meant to be "a man of insight into the times". They jumped into the sea like dumplings, causing splashes of water all around, which was quite spectacular.

The sea was like a storm was about to come, the wind and waves were fierce, Yan Zhengming staggered and almost lost his balance.

Fortunately, this boat was expensive for a reason. The hull was engraved with everyone's talismans, so it could effectively resist for a while. But when he stood firm with difficulty, Yan Zhengming's heart sank. The master and his boat were gone!

"Tell the boatman to move the boat back," Yan Zhengming quickly ordered the Taoist boy who followed him, "I have a 'Clairvoyance' in my luggage, give it to me... Cheng Qian, what the hell are you doing? Get off the boat!"

It turned out that Yan Zhengming hadn't noticed that his third junior brother Cheng Qian had actually climbed up the mast and was looking around fearlessly.

Yan Zhengming rolled up his sleeves, took a step forward relying on his long legs, raised his hand to hook Cheng Qian's waist, and personally lifted him down.

Cheng Qian was searching for Mu Chun Zhenren with all his heart. Before he could find any clues, he was suddenly grabbed off the ground like a chicken. He immediately struggled desperately, "What are you doing?"

Yan Zhengming held him with one hand and yelled into his ear: "I haven't asked you what you are doing yet!"

Cheng Qian: "I want to find my master!"

Yan Zhengming: "I think you are looking for death!"

Cheng Qian was furious at Yan Zhengming. He caught a glimpse of Xue Qing who had hurriedly come out, and shouted at her, "You... you, what's your name? Come here quickly, keep an eye on this kid, don't let him..."

Before he could finish the words "Don't let him" the hull of the ship shook violently again. The unknown Bei Mingjun and Jiang Peng actually started fighting without even saying hello.

The water dragon roared again as it emerged from the water. Even though it was the largest ship of the Fuyao sect, it couldn't help but tilt to one side. Yan Zhengming was too late to hand Cheng Qian over to Xue Qing. Before he fell, he stretched out his long arms and held Cheng Qian tightly in his arms. His back hit the cabin on one side heavily, and the talismans on the entire hull made an almost crazy "buzzing" sound.

One was a great demon cultivator who could collect the soul of Tang Zhen into the Soul-Devouring Lamp, and the other was Bei Ming Jun of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect. These two men started fighting with each other in a huge way, making all living creatures on the sea like ants following the wind and waves.

Yan Zhengming was so overwhelmed that he couldn't help but shout out his thoughts.

Yan Zhengming: "I told you not to go out!"

Cheng Qian raised his head with difficulty and complained: "You stuck my ribs."

Yan Zhengming climbed up using his hands and feet, and pushed Cheng Qian back into the cabin: "That's because you are too short. My arms can only reach your ribs!"

All the protective spells on the ship were activated, and it seemed like a precarious but extremely strong wind lantern in the wind and rain. After this battle, I am afraid that the master will never be able to correct Master Yan's theory that "cheap goods are not good, and good goods are not cheap".

At this moment, Yan Zhengming finally caught his breath and had time to glance at the battle situation.

With his eyesight, of course he couldn't see anything clearly, but he couldn't help but think of the few words he heard from Boss Wen. From what he said... this Bei Ming Jun should be a senior from his own sect. Although this senior fell into the devil's way, his heart was with the sect. Last time, he even trapped his soul in the Demon Valley.

Thinking of that, Yan Zhengming suddenly felt a little worried. If one of the three souls was missing, then the black shadow in front of them might just be an incomplete soul. The ghost path happened to be the nemesis of the soul, and the evil cultivator of the ghost path looked so difficult to deal with. Even if Lord Bei Ming came in person, would he suffer a loss?

But the next moment, he felt that he was meddling in other people's business. It was a fight between two demons, so who cared who would suffer the loss? Yan Zhengming straightened his expression and prepared to turn around and scold Cheng Qian. However, when he turned around, Yan Zhengming was shocked to find that he was distracted for only a moment and Cheng Qian had disappeared!

At the same time, the puddles also disappeared.

Yan Zhengming was so frightened that he couldn't catch his breath. He looked around in panic, fearing that the two little guys had been captured by the evil cultivator's ghost or fell into the water in the chaos.

"Master, Third Uncle and the others are there!"

Yan Zhengming stumbled over and looked in the direction the Taoist boy pointed, only to see that Cheng Qian and Shuikeng had actually sneaked onto his master's broken boat without anyone noticing.

The junior sister hadn't had time to fold the wings on her back in the puddle, so it was obvious how the two of them got down. Yan Zhengming couldn't figure out how Cheng Qian communicated with her.

At this moment, the two demons were confronting each other in the air. In such a solemn occasion, it was inconvenient for Yan Zhengming to lean on the side of the boat and yell at people. He could only glare at Cheng Qian in the distance. Seeing that kid waved to him indifferently on the leaky boat, Yan Zhengming couldn't help but feel a stomachache.

He discovered that his "quiet" junior brother always had an arrogant attitude that disregarded life and death. No matter whether the sky fell or the earth collapsed, he only had a few people in his eyes. Even if two big demons poked a hole in the sky, he would not take it seriously and just focus on looking for his master.

Master Mu Chun was so frightened by the two disciples who suddenly flew over that his internal organs were tumbling. He quickly put his fingers together and shot out a stream of true energy, knocking Shuikeng and Cheng Qian down, and raised his hand to catch it.

Before he could get angry, Cheng Qian had already grabbed his sleeve, and the first thing he said was: "Master, are you okay?"

The puddle chimed in, "Ahhh!"

Master Mu Chun's eyelids were twitching. On the one hand, he was itching to give the two brats a good beating, but on the other hand, Cheng Qian's question made him feel sour and soft in his heart, and he just couldn't bear to do it.

At this time, a sharp whistle was heard in the air, and Jiang Peng's body became almost transparent, as if there was a ball of cold flame on his chest. Ink-black air surged and rolled onto his face, and even the whites of his eyes could not be seen.

Master Mu Chun was stunned and murmured, "Using his body as a lamp... Is he completely crazy?"

Then, Master Mu Chun's face changed, and he suddenly thrust the wooden sword in his hand into the deck of the boat. The wooden sword in his hand seemed to have become a sharp weapon that could cut through iron like mud, and it penetrated into the wooden board effortlessly. At the same time, the sea water on both sides rose up, forming a circle of water film, surrounding the three masters and apprentices.

The next moment, an indescribable scream rang out, and even the water film held up by Master Mu Chun could not block it. The mournful resentment like the cries of thousands of ghosts rushed straight into the sky. Dark clouds in the sky suddenly condensed, and there seemed to be faint thunder. The sky was like a cover, blocking out the sun, and Lord Bei Ming was like a bird flying high in the sky, disappearing into the distance without a trace, and was not worth mentioning.

The ghost shadows in the sky became more rampant, and Lord Bei Ming looked weaker and weaker. The blue sea was surging under his feet, and he seemed to have become the most unruly thorn in the world.

Cheng Qian looked at the back, and suddenly a sentence came to his mind - I will go even if there are thousands of people against me.

The great demon who can refine the primordial spirit and the impoverished ugly nun, the ten-thousand-foot-long water dragon and the three-foot-long edgeless wooden sword, the thunder in the sky and the remnant soul of the Lord of the North Sea...

The bright sword light of Tang Wanqiu, the sawdust left on the fingertips of his master, and the lonely back of Bei Mingjun, whom he had only met once... all flashed before Cheng Qian's eyes at the same time. Something flowed into his meridians, which were aching but had not yet recovered, and his whole body was suddenly in great pain.

Master Mu Chun was startled and caught Cheng Qian who suddenly fell. He did not expect that Cheng Qian would be able to enter into meditation for the first time under such circumstances. He did not know whether his little disciple was too daring or destined to take a dangerous path in the future.

But the current situation is not very safe. The Nian Nian Fairy City is all on the islands in the East China Sea. This sea area is full of fairy mountains and is a magical place. The excessive spiritual energy will be sucked away by Cheng Qian all at once, just like pouring an ocean of water into a small river. His weak meridians will be washed away.

Shuikeng was so frightened that he lost his voice and stared blankly at his third brother who suddenly curled up in pain.

In the air, Jiang Peng could no longer be seen. He had turned into a huge soul-devouring lamp. Numerous ghost shadows were like willow catkins, and were instantly swept into the ominous flames. Even the black mist on Bei Mingjun's body was almost dissipated, but before people could see his true appearance, he suddenly went upstream and rushed straight towards the soul-devouring lamp.

In this rush, like a firefly chasing a fire, the puddle was suddenly picked up by something and floated up automatically without wind.

While taking care of Cheng Qian, Master Mu Chun hurriedly grabbed Shuikeng's clothes.

He just saw that the little fat girl had a belt on her body that she had put on at some point. She didn't even have a waist, so why would she need a belt? Master Mu Chun reached out and grabbed the colorful silk and pulled it off.

Mu Chun shook his wrist, and a wooden talisman emerged from the colorful silk. It was the "tracking talisman" that Cheng Qian instructed Yan Zhengming to carve.

Cheng Qian himself was a beginner, and knew nothing about the taboos and tricks of the talisman. Yan Zhengming was a complete jack of all trades. How could these two people, who worked together and quarreled from time to time, possibly carve a correct tracking talisman?

Master Mu Chun took a quick glance at it, but couldn't figure out what it was at first glance.

The strange creature didn't matter, at most it would waste a piece of wood, but the terrible thing was that the talisman of unknown effect seemed to have been triggered at this moment!

Just as Lord Bei Ming and the Soul-Devouring Lamp met on a narrow road, at the moment when the extremely bright and extremely dim light collided in mid-air, the wooden strip engraved with an unknown talisman suddenly burst out with a strong light, rising from the sparks, spreading rapidly and unstoppably, soaring straight up into the sky, and colliding with the first thunder that fell. For a moment, thousands of eyes were blinded, and the world was white.

It was unknown how long it took for the white light to dissipate. Bei Mingjun and Jiang Peng disappeared without a trace. Master Mu Chun and his two young disciples also disappeared. Only a pile of colorful silk that had been torn into rags was left on the spot.

Cheng Qian didn’t know how long he endured the excruciating pain that felt like he was being cut into pieces. Just when he felt that he was about to die, his whole body suddenly felt lighter. Faintly, he seemed to hear a crying voice. Was that... Junior Sister?

Then he heard someone whisper, "Shh—be quiet."

The crying sound of the puddle gradually became quieter, and everything around him gradually drifted away from Cheng Qian. He first began to lose feeling in his limbs, and then he lost feeling in himself. He seemed to have sunk into some unknown place and truly merged with it.

It was unknown how long it had passed before Cheng Qian came to his senses. For a moment he felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation of body and mind, and all the fatigue and hidden injuries of the past few days had disappeared.

He exhaled slowly, but when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in an unfamiliar place.

It seemed to be a valley, in the middle of which stood an incredibly large tree. The roots of the tree that reached the ground were as high as a house, and under the tree lay a long-sitting corpse.

Next to the corpse was his junior sister Shuipeng and a strange man.

Cheng Qian was startled and propped himself up with one hand: "You... Senior, who are you?"

He recognized this person. It was the person in the half portrait he had seen on the second floor of the Sutra Building. At the feet of this person was a slender weasel lying quietly on the ground, and it was unknown whether it was dead or alive.

Shuikeng also looked at this "stranger" curiously. The human half of her did not recognize the person in front of her, but the demon half of her felt that he was very familiar.

The "stranger" turned to Cheng Qian and smiled, "You closed your eyes and opened them again, and you don't even recognize your master?"

Cheng Qian's legs were numb to begin with, and upon hearing the familiar voice of this stranger, he immediately sat back down: "Master?"

How did his master with a long waist and short legs become such a dog-like appearance!

The word "Master" had been taught countless times, and Shuikeng understood it. She exclaimed "Ah" in surprise, and tilted her head, as if she had some clues. She looked like she was thinking in a stupid way, and a string of sparkling saliva flowed from her body.

The man in long clothes and wide sleeves sighed when he saw this, wiped her saliva carefully like an old woman, and complained: "It's only your master who doesn't dislike you, little dirty girl. If it were your senior brother, he would have boiled you in a pot sooner or later."

This familiar tune immediately brought back a sense of familiarity to Shuikeng. She instantly forgot what her master looked like before her face was replaced. She happily let out an "ah-wool" and smeared the man's clean lapel with her tear-stained face.

Cheng Qian was totally lost at this moment, feeling like he was dreaming, so he could only ask the most urgent question: "Master, where is this place? You...how did you become like this?"

Master Mu Chun took out the small wooden stick that had been broken into two pieces, threw it at Cheng Qian, and said unhappily, "You still dare to ask me? What did you guys carve?"

Cheng Qian recognized the result of their hard work at a glance and said hesitantly, "This... This is a tracking symbol."

Master Mu Chun sighed, "How dare you, a half-witted person like you, use a spell you've never seen before? You're so bold that you can drink wine... There are more than one mistake in your tracking spell, and it has become a half-finished soul-chasing spell. It was originally useless, but I didn't expect it to be forcibly activated by the Soul Devouring Lamp and the Yuanshen of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect. Now it is following the Yuanshen of Lord Bei Ming and has tracked him to the place where Lord Bei Ming is buried."

Cheng Qian's gaze involuntarily fell on the skeleton on the big tree.

That bone belongs to Lord Bei Ming?

No, Lord Bei Ming is already dead?

Cheng Qian's mind raced, and he asked tentatively, "Master, do you know him?"

Master Mu Chun gave a bitter smile and said, "Thanks to you guys, I just recognized him."

As he spoke, he took out another copper coin from his sleeve and said, "Brother Wen Ya gave me three copper coins back then, and now there is only this one left."

His fingertips were so white against the backdrop of the rusty copper coins that they were dazzling. Cheng Qian found that he was still accustomed to his wretched image with his two goatees - this man who seemed to have walked out of a portrait made him feel distant and difficult to approach, as if he would return to the portrait in the next moment.

Master Mu Chun flicked the coin lightly with his fingertips. With a "ding" sound, a cloud of mist came out of the coin and formed a Bei Ming Jun who looked exactly like the one just now.

Master Mu Chun looked at the other person for a moment, then he slowly knelt down while hugging the puddle and called out, "Master."