A dark cloud suddenly came from nowhere, covering the bright moonlight completely. A thunderbolt exploded in the sky without any warning, turning half of the sky pale white.

Lightning was falling on the Suzaku Tower, and the ninety-nine and eighty-one bronze bells on the tower were vibrating at the same time, and the rapid ringing sounded like a death sentence.

Then, there was a loud bang, and the thousand-year-old Suzaku Tower was split in two. The old wall was cracked, and in an instant the tower was blown to pieces.

The contents of the Suzaku Tower that countless people coveted were finally revealed to the public.

There was nothing behind the broken tower, like a destitute prison cage. The shadowy stone statue of its owner sat inside like a haunted creature. A shaky oil lamp hung above its head, and the lamp swayed back and forth as if it was hanging.

There seemed to be boundless sadness between the stone statue's drooping brows, which flickered in the violently jumping flame of the oil lamp. A turtle back suddenly fell from its hand, fell to the ground, turned over, and trembled, revealing the word "chaos" engraved on the back.

Unfortunately, no one could see clearly. The next moment, the turtle back and the stone statue turned to ashes without any warning.

An old sigh seemed to come from the hanging oil lamp, and the flame gradually went out.

The Suzaku Tower is no longer there, and the tower spirit that has guarded the tower for hundreds of years must have also gone with it.

At this time, someone with sharp eyes saw something else and whispered to the person next to him: "Look, that's an icicle, what's frozen inside it?"

Everyone looked and saw a huge icicle more than a meter tall under the extinguished oil lamp. In the middle was frozen a person whose features could not be seen clearly. The black air lingering around the person was weaving back and forth in the translucent ice, almost breaking out of it. It was dark and merged into a ball with the night.

As the saying goes, "As long as the soul is immortal, the inner demon will never die." This thing cannot be killed or eliminated, so Cheng Qian had to use a "seal" to seal it in ice.

Cheng Qian originally thought that there was nothing but scrap metal and a tower spirit that was not a human in the Suzaku Tower. The inner demon was sealed in ice and had no source of power. Over time, it would inevitably be weakened. Even if the ice pillar was melted by the Suzaku Tower after ten or twenty years, it would almost "starve" to death.

Who would have thought that the Suzaku Tower, which seemed to last for thousands of years, would be shattered in an instant!

Thick black clouds surged up from the south, continuously wrapping around the icicle, as if they were summoned by something.

Some of the smarter monks present were ready to run away after seeing this scene.

The two Yuanshen monks who were protecting the dude in front of the carriage had seen the world after all. One of the taller and thinner old men said, "This evil energy is so strong that it is not easy to deal with."

Another shorter and fatter one said, "I often hear people say there is a nightmare walker in southern Xinjiang. I don't think it's groundless. In any case, let's go first."

The tall and thin old man sighed and asked helplessly, "What about the young master?"

Before the short and fat old man could reply, he heard a monk next to him exclaim in shock: "Senior, look!"

I saw that the monk who was speaking had a gray silk on his waist. The gray silk stood upright like a living thing, floating slowly in the wind, and slowly pointed in the direction of the Vermillion Bird Tower.

The monk holding the gray silk said hurriedly: "Senior, this is the 'Tracing Silk'. When I came here, I was afraid of accidents, so I hit the other end of the Silk on the young master. The Tracing Silk must have been blocked by the Suzaku Tower before. Now that the Suzaku Tower has exploded, it can immediately sense the young master's location."

The tall and thin old man's face changed immediately after hearing this, and he asked in surprise: "Why is the young master in the Suzaku Tower? What should we do?"

There was no way it could get better - at this moment, an earth-shaking roar was heard in the distance, and all the black air gathered around the icicle like a whirlpool, and unexpectedly gathered into a dragon from underground, rising up and rolling up the icicle.

Someone murmured, "When a clay dragon becomes a dragon, the world will be in chaos..."

The black dragon stretched its neck up to the sky, and its roar startled a hundred thousand mountains in southern Xinjiang. The icicle made a crisp sound, and a crack suddenly appeared, from top to bottom, and it fell apart in an instant. The black shadow trapped in the icicle merged into one with the dragon, and it swirled and rushed straight into the sky.

The sky shook, the stars and the moon dimmed, and the whole mountain was filled with black air like an unquenchable fire, swallowing up half of the country.

The gods and Buddhas were terrified.

The short and fat Yuanshen monk shouted in shock: "Go! Go! Go quickly!"

But even though he was a powerful man, his voice was not much louder than Qiu Chong in this situation. This Yuanshen cultivator gritted his teeth, made a prompt decision to abandon his companions, and rolled and crawled, turning himself into a meteor and escaping for his life.

At the moment the sword under his feet rose to the sky, the Suzaku Tower was like a huge mouth with a fishy smell that opened up and swallowed up everyone present in an instant, and no one, not even their immortal body or soul, escaped.

The short and fat Yuanshen cultivator turned pale when he saw this. He didn't even dare to look back and flew towards the north.

At this time, in a border restaurant, Cheng Qian fell down without any warning, which scared Yan Zhengming badly.

He kept clapping and shouting for a long time before he realized with a smile that Cheng Qian had actually been drunk by the cup of osmanthus syrup mixed with wine.

Yan Zhengming had never expected that his seemingly indestructible and inhuman junior brother could be knocked down so easily. He scratched his head and was at a loss for a long time. Finally, he remembered what he should do. He took a step forward and explained to someone, "Go lie on the bed."

Naturally, no one would answer him. After Yan Zhengming said this, he seemed to have received some permission. He held his breath carefully, bent down, picked up Cheng Qian, and put him on his bed, which was so clean that there was not a single hair on it.

Yan Zhengming stared at Cheng Qian for a moment, then tentatively reached out his hand and gently patted him on the face twice: "Hey, can't you drink even a sip?"

Cheng Qian had no reaction.

Yan Zhengming's mood could not help but soar - although he did not know what he was so proud of. If he had a tail, it would have already been raised to the sky. He poked Cheng Qian's forehead and said, "Look at your achievements."

Cheng Qian used his hand to slightly turn half of his face, and there was a smell of wine with the flavor of osmanthus in his light breath. After all, it was just ordinary wine. With Cheng Qian's physique, even if he was unconscious, his true energy would automatically circulate to expel that bit of alcohol. Even if he was drunk, he would not be drunk for a moment.

Yan Zhengming used this moment to sit by the bed, tracing Cheng Qian's facial features with his eyes. It was as if a small stone was thrown into the lake of his heart that had just settled down, and ripples began to appear again.

He was like a poor child who was guarding candy. He was itching to steal some of the candy, but he didn't have the courage to do it. He could only watch and think about it. Although he didn't dare to touch Cheng Qian, his heart was about to jump out of his throat because of his thoughts. He still had a weird silly smile on his face.

Just then, there was a sudden movement outside the window.

Yan Zhengming, like a mouse falling into a rice jar, suddenly came back to his senses from his perverse fantasies, his expression stern, and he slammed the window open.

The birds in the yard seemed to be frightened and were flapping their wings and fleeing. There seemed to be a cloud of sky in the south, and thick clouds were rolling like tides. A huge pressure came from the gloomy night sky. Yan Zhengming no longer cared to peek at anyone's sleeping face. He pressed his palm on Cheng Qian's back. The sharp energy suddenly rushed in and stirred up the lukewarm energy in Cheng Qian's body. The wine that had not been drunk disappeared instantly.

Cheng Qian woke up with a cough and choking after being slapped by him. It was naturally not a pleasant feeling to be forcibly awakened by external true energy. He felt a breath stuck in his chest for a long time and his temples were still throbbing. Cheng Qian's brows were twisted into a ball, and he pushed himself up with some difficulty. He thought that if Madam Yan dared to tell him that the palm was because he didn't take off his shoes, he would be guilty of rebellion.

Yan Zhengming was standing in front of the window in an instant, with his back to Cheng Qian, saying, "One cup, get up, something's wrong."

The frost blade that Cheng Qian had just thrown on the table made a buzzing sound. He pinched his brows hard and asked, "What's wrong?"

Before he finished speaking, the door that Yan Zhengming had just broken open by Cheng Qian was kicked open again, and Li Yun rushed in with a long-legged bird half a person's height on his shoulder: "Big Brother... uh, Xiao, Xiao Qian?"

There was nothing unusual about Cheng Qian being here; what was unusual was where he was sitting.

Li Yun put one foot on the threshold, looking vulgar and embarrassed, not knowing whether to move forward or backward.

Even though the danger was still unknown, Yan Zhengming still felt guilty when he saw his eyes, and shouted angrily: "What are you doing standing there? Get in!"

Cheng Qian looked at the drooping bird and asked, "Is this my junior sister?"

"Her demon bones are moving strangely." Li Yun put the puddle of water on the table. The temperature of the puddle was extremely high, and Li Yun's sleeves and hands were burned black. The moment his body touched the table, there was a "hissing" sound, and a pot of cold wine next to him began to boil.

Li Yun waved his hand and moved the barrel to the windowsill. He drew back his hands and blew on them. He said, "So it's not my fault that she can't change back."

Shuikeng lay half dead on the table, looking like a golden roasted chicken, and said, "Brother, I am going to die."

Then the dying man tilted his head and saw the snack that Yan Zhengming had just opened and thrown aside. He leaned over and took a bite, leaving a hole through it. While eating, he said, "I'd rather die with a full stomach."

Cheng Qian: “…”

He found that the eldest senior brother was very good at raising children, especially teaching according to the students' aptitude, and completely preserved the original temperament of the younger junior sister.

By this time, it was already very dark outside. The few guests in the restaurant all got up and put on their clothes. They stretched their necks in panic to look outside. Cheng Qian stuck his head out to take a look and saw a black dragon looming among the dark clouds in the distance - this was not the antique that had been dead for eight thousand years in the True Dragon Flag. A huge pressure came roaring in with a demonic energy that made people's internal breath unstable, covering half of the sky where the wind and clouds were changing.

At this moment, there was a crisp sound from the water pit. The wings of the bird, which was originally half a person's height, suddenly stretched out. Flames several feet high jumped out of its body, and the wooden table was immediately set on fire.

Yan Zhengming spread out his long sleeves, and the cold sword energy from the sword cultivator was like a transparent cover, suddenly covering the whole room. Li Yun took out a bag of cinnabar from his arms, picked up the osmanthus wine on the windowsill and dissolved it. The whole person almost became a residual shadow, and circles of fiery red talismans unfolded on the ground like flowing clouds and water.

Cheng Qian originally wanted to say, "We can't stay here for long, can we leave?" However, after seeing this scene, he swallowed the unnecessary words. He grabbed the Frost Blade and jumped onto the roof, standing outside to protect the law.

There were several loud tremors under his feet. The power of the Heavenly Demon was constantly trying to break his bones and overflow, but was suppressed by Yan Zhengming.

Every time a demon bone grew in the water pit, the two of them seemed to be fighting for their lives. Even though Yan Zhengming's realm had improved by leaps and bounds over the years, the demon power in the water pit had grown even more wildly. At this moment, the long feather behind her was cut into pieces by the scattered sword energy, and the blazing Samadhi True Fire spread out involuntarily, even affecting Cheng Qian who was outside the sword intent circle.

Cheng Qian felt an almost burning sensation on his back. Compared to the calm and restrained Suzaku Tower, the fire in the water pit seemed even more violent.

Suddenly, a shrill bird cry came from behind him, and a red glow broke through the roof and rushed straight into the sky, tearing a hole in the dense black clouds, like erecting a huge target thousands of miles away.

The black dragon in the distant clouds suddenly turned its head and looked over, meeting Cheng Qian's gaze. Cheng Qian's hair stood on end and he involuntarily tightened the sword in his hand - he had not felt this way for many years.

Suddenly, someone whispered not far away: "Phoenix Nine Chicks... Is she Tonghe?"

The voice sounded very familiar. Cheng Qian turned around suddenly and asked in surprise: "Brother Tang? Why are you here?"

The person who came was Tang Zhen. Maybe it was because of the dark clouds, but Tang Zhen's face looked even uglier, like a consumptive patient who was about to die.

Two young men followed him on both sides, supporting him carefully. One was Nian Mingming's beloved son Nian Dada who liked to talk to himself, and the other was Liu Lang, whose soul Cheng Qian had nailed with three ice spikes not long ago.

Tang Zhen did not greet him, but just looked at the approaching black dragon, and said weakly: "Among the three thousand magic ways, there is one that is the rarest. It is because of the inner demon entering the way, using the body as the inner demon tool. If it is perfected, it can gather the indestructible power of the inner demons in the world and gather them into a magic dragon. However, the inner demon hurts others and oneself. This is the first time I know that someone can take this path to this step. My friend, you have to be careful. The demon bone of the Red Crane Sky Demon is just suitable for the back of the magic dragon."

As they were speaking, the black dragon had arrived. The mortals and monks alike were reduced to ants, fleeing in all directions with shouts everywhere.

The dragon's roar was like thunder, shaking people so much that they could hardly stand. There was a loud bang, and except for the restaurant under Cheng Qian's feet, all the surrounding houses and trees were not spared and collapsed in an instant.

Cheng Qian: “Get out of the way!”

He suddenly unsheathed the frost blade in his hand, and the frosty air spread out like water waves. The humming sound like the strings of a harp could be heard from a long distance away.

In the humid and sultry air, every drop of water seemed to be squeezed out by him, and frost covered the entire restaurant in the blink of an eye. Cheng Qian stood on the pointed roof, holding a frost blade, vaguely like the one who played with the waves and divided the sea without dodging or avoiding.

The drifting white frost and the approaching black clouds collided with each other without any buffer.

With a loud bang——

Extreme brightness and extreme darkness met on a narrow road. The two stone lions that were posing to welcome guests under the restaurant were swept away and turned into powder in an instant. The frost blade made a sharp sound of metal and stone, and the black dragon flipped and moved in the air.

The moment they came into close combat, Tang Zhen threw out a colorful stone, and the stone turned into a cover out of thin air, covering the three of them. After the strong light, a crack was clearly left on the cover.

The so-called earth-shattering——

Nian Dada was so shocked that he stuttered: "Tang... Tang... this, this is the five-colored stone that Nuwa left in the world..."

Tang Zhen didn't seem to feel bad about the things. He just said calmly, "It's just scraps. How can it withstand the attack of the magic dragon? Now that the magic dragon is formed, this demon has the qualifications to challenge the North Sea."

Nian Dada's eyes widened as if they were about to pop out of the window: "He can become the Lord of Bei Ming!"

"No." Tang Zhen said, "The winners of the Demonic Path are the kings and the losers are the bandits. If you want to conquer Bei Ming, you must pave the way with the corpse of the previous Bei Ming Lord. The last Bei Ming Lord had only one soul left, and it was sealed by a... well, a very remarkable fellow Taoist who used his own original spirit to make him neither alive nor dead. Thus, 'Bei Ming Lord' was sealed forever, and no one could obtain him anymore."

Nian Dada was not interested in listening to his story and asked nervously, "My uncle Cheng is only about a hundred years old. How could he defeat the Ten Thousand Demons Sect?"

Liu Lang had remained silent the whole time, but after hearing these words, he involuntarily tightened his hand around Tang Zhen.

Tang Zhen didn't say anything, but just looked up - Cheng Qian on the roof shook all over, and half of the tip of the Frost Blade was stained with black air. He didn't even look at the sword in his hand, but raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, staring at the black dragon in the air without moving an inch.

One of the black dragon's claws was as big as three Cheng Qians, and it pressed forward to grab him by the head. Cheng Qian leaped forward to meet it, gathering all the frost that was scattered like a tide into a line. He used the "all-or-nothing" move from "things going against one's wishes" with extremely precise sword intent, and penetrated the black dragon's claw directly.

Tang Zhen patted Liu Lang's hand and whispered, "Don't worry about it. He forged the blade with the power of heaven."