The black dragon felt pain and let out a long hiss, turning the entire sky into a mess. Thick black clouds came down all at once, pouring down like a bucket. Wherever they went, it was as if a plague was rampant, and all life of flowers, birds, and plants was cut off. In an instant, there was no grass growing on the ground, and the falling black clouds "swallowed" Cheng Qian whole.

Nian Dada, the country monk who had never seen the world, exclaimed in fear and dared not to look. However, Liu Lang suddenly took a step forward and was about to leave the protection range of the five-colored stone, but was grabbed by the shoulder and pulled back by Tang Zhen.

Liu Lang's half-human, half-ghost face was covered with a mask, and he no longer looked like the young man he had been when he went to Mingming Valley. He spoke in a low and hoarse voice, like sandpaper rubbing an iron pan, and it sounded very laborious: "Senior, I..."

Tang Zhen said with an indescribable indifference: "You have only memorized a set of introductory exercises, and you don't even have a sense of Qi. What's the difference between you and those ordinary birds and insects? How can you stand out?"

Liu Lang spoke with difficulty: "Senior Cheng spared my life, so I shall repay you with all my heart."

Tang Zhen said mercilessly: "Your courage is only enough to fill the gap in the teeth of that demon. What does he want to do?"

Liu Lang clenched his fists suddenly.

Tang Zhen didn't even look at him, but said calmly: "On the road to seeking, there are many trials and tribulations, and you have to be able to repay kindness or hatred. What's the point of talking about it?"

Rokuro: “But…”

Tang Zhen didn't seem to be worried about Cheng Qian at all, and just said, "Just wait and see."

Cheng Qian was swallowed by the black fog and couldn't find a way out for a while. He only felt that the true energy in his body was trapped in the sea of ​​​​qi. He couldn't catch his breath and almost fell from mid-air.

His emotions, which had not been disturbed for many years, were stirred up and down by the black fog filled with demonic energy around him. For a moment, the helplessness of his childhood, the ups and downs, and the heart-wrenching pain in the Soul Gathering Jade seemed to fall on him again. A voice in his chest seemed to ask, "Are you really free of resentment?"

His hatred for his biological parents will last until his death. He can recognize Zhou Hanzheng with just a pair of eyes. He has kept all the neglect he has suffered in his life in his heart. He never tolerates any injustice. Can he really suddenly become a Buddha or a saint and forget his past?

Does he really have no resentment towards Han Yuan's hand that pierced his heart?

That was something that even the usually broad-minded senior brother couldn't mind, not to mention the usually narrow-minded Cheng Qian. They had been living in peace for so many years. Did he change himself into a breeze and moon, unwilling to bear any grudges, or... just took advantage of the fact that Tang Zhen had taken away his memory for forty-nine years and deliberately put it aside?

The confused black fog gathered in front of him, carving out the appearance of Han Yuan. Han Yuan looked at him and smiled gently, saying, "Little Senior Brother, you are used to deceiving yourself and others. Are you finally willing to tell the truth now?"

The corner of Cheng Qian's eye twitched slightly. He had no way of judging whether Han Yuan in front of him was the inner demon that was brought out by the black fog. He only felt that his usually impeccable state of mind had been severely pried open, and then it collapsed uncontrollably like a thousand-mile dam that collapsed due to an ant hole.

Han Yuan stared at him grimly and said, "Little Senior Brother, you were not so hypocritical before. You never treated anyone well if you disliked them. Why don't you dare to even mention your resentment now? What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of discord among the sect? Are you afraid that your senior brothers will have some grudges? Or are you afraid of appearing petty and tarnishing your image as aloof from the world?"

"Shut up," Cheng Qian interrupted him and said coldly, "What qualifications do you have to ask me? Weren't you the one who did it back then? Even if you were accidentally influenced by the painting soul, weren't you the one who fell into the devil's way and committed heinous crimes over the years? You still have the nerve to complain?"

Han Yuan seemed to have not expected that he would retort so bluntly and was stunned for a moment.

Cheng Qian's rage rose up without warning. He suddenly gritted his teeth and forced the stagnant true energy in his body to circulate. Ignoring the severe pain in his chest as if it had exploded, he let the true energy rush through his meridians, sweeping away the demonic energy that enveloped his body.

In this world, what else can trap him except the prison he drew himself?

Cheng Qian did not raise the Frost Blade, but raised his hand and slapped Han Yuan in the face, shouting angrily: "Can't I blame you?"

With a crisp "pa" sound, both the person being beaten and the one beating were stunned for a moment.

Cheng Qian originally thought that the man in front of him was the incarnation of his inner demon, not a physical entity, so he attacked him in a fit of rage, but he didn't expect that he would actually get hurt.

In a flash, he remembered Tang Zhen's words "use your body as a weapon" and "refining your inner demon into a dragon". His eyes suddenly widened and he whispered in disbelief: "You are really... Han Yuan?"

Han Yuan covered his face, looking stunned at first, then he laughed hysterically and said, "Little Senior Brother, you are such a careless person that you can't even recognize me standing in front of you?"

Cheng Qian’s hand holding the Frost Blade was almost shaking: “So the person who broke into the Vermillion Bird Tower is you, the Demon Dragon is you, and the person who wants Junior Sister’s Demon Bone is also you…”

Han Yuan put his hands behind his back and said lightly, "The Heavenly Demon Bone is ominous. What good is it to have it on her except that she will suffer every few years? It would be better to peel off the ominous thing and give it to me, this ominous person. For the sake of our former fellow disciples, I can be gentle when peeling the bones and save her life."

Cheng Qian's sea of ​​energy surged like a tsunami, and a burst of cold air leaked out from his hands and feet. The next moment, his true energy rushed away the evil energy covering his head like a hurricane, and he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Why don't you ask me if I am willing to spare your life!"

Before he finished speaking, the frost blade's sword light surged, and the surrounding black air was swept away like a dead tree or rotten wood. Even Han Yuan, who had already transformed into a demon dragon, had to retreat temporarily, transforming into a dragon in the air and rushing into the sky.

The darkness that swallowed everything was torn apart by the bright sword light, and Cheng Qian reappeared in the night sky. He slashed at the dragon's body with his sword, and wind and thunder moved in the air, with the power to slay a dragon.

The man and the dragon sank into the sky together, and they fought endlessly for a while, and even their shadows could not be seen clearly.

"Stand further away." Tang Zhen pulled Liu Lang back and shook his head, "There's such a fierce fight outside, and there's a demon causing chaos inside. I don't think this building will last long. It will collapse."

Master Tang seemed to have a natural crow's mouth that never fails. Before he could finish his words, there was a loud bang and the restaurant collapsed.

Before the clamor of dust rose, it turned into a red cloud, and the huge red crane revealed its full appearance. The sword cultivator had confined its demonic energy in a cinnabar formation, and its bones were crackling.

Nian Dada was dumbfounded and said, "This... This is the Tonghe. It turns out that being a bird is not easy at all."

Tang Zhen took a half step back, stared at the puddle for a moment, frowned and said, "Heavenly demons are always born to meet disasters, and they are born with blood and energy. It's just that she has the fate of a heavenly demon, but she also has half a human body. She should have been born in blood, but her fate was forcibly changed... It's not easy for her to grow up safely to this age, with her demonic energy suppressed by seven or eight. "

Upon hearing this, Nian Dada looked at Yan Zhengming with a bit of admiration.

Tang Zhen said: "Forget it, I will lend him a helping hand."

After saying this, he stretched out his hand, and as if casually gathering it from the air, a stream of true energy was drawn into his palm like a spring breeze and rain, and sank directly into the cinnabar formation on the ground.

Li Yun's cinnabar formation was hastily created, and was interrupted several times by the demonic energy of the red crane. Over time, it had become unsustainable. Now that Tang Zhen was repairing it, it seemed to be awakened, and a layer of bright light appeared faintly.

Countless vines swayed up from the cinnabar formation, and were burned layer by layer by the raging fire on the big bird, and followed one after another.

For a moment, Yan Zhengming's pressure was relieved a lot. He turned his head to look at Tang Zhen and nodded modestly.

Tang Zhen didn't bother to be polite with him. He just looked at the puddle in the cinnabar array with a serious expression and whispered, "Why did it happen at this time..."

The red crane transformed from the puddle suddenly stretched and grew larger. Before Yan Zhengming could even breathe a sigh of relief, he felt his sword intent being madly backlashed by the demonic energy. He took three steps back, and before he could remedy the situation, the cinnabar formation was shattered in an instant.

Li Yun flew out and called out, "Han Tan!"

The five-colored stone cover suddenly had another crack. Nian pointed at the cover and asked in surprise, "Senior, what happened again?"

Tang Zhen said: "Tong He is the descendant of the phoenix. Although he cannot be reborn from the ashes, he has to go through several transformations in his life. It is like a person who suddenly leaps into the next realm after enlightenment. It was originally considered an opportunity, but it may not be... not good, it has disturbed the heavenly calamity."

In the black fog in the sky, thick clouds gathered from all directions. Through the colorful stones, Nian Dada felt that the hairs on his body stood up. In the past, when he was hiding in Mingming Valley to endure the tribulation, no one dared to step forward. This was the first time he saw the tribulation up close.

After the thunder in the clouds surged for a while, a bright lightning bolt fell straight down. Yan Zhengming instantly attached his soul sword to the sword he carried with him. The two divine weapons became one and he received the first thunder disaster for Shuikeng.

The sky was the gong and the earth was the drum. Thunder and swords collided in the air, making a roar mixed with the sound of tearing silk, illuminating the nine heavens as bright as day.

The sword Yan Zhengming has been using in recent years is the one that had a tooth broken off by Zhou Hanzheng on the deserted island in the East China Sea. He has been holding it to remember his shame and has never changed it. Unexpectedly, it was broken by the thunder tribulation at this time.

His chest felt tight, and the Yuanshen Sword attached to the sword was severely damaged. If he had not passed the state of being a sharp sword, the Yuanshen Sword would probably be useless. Before he could catch his breath, the second heavenly thunder was brewing.

At this moment, the red cloud on the puddle was suddenly sucked up to the sky as if by something, and it stood up into a pillar, rushing towards the sky and connecting with the black fog in the sky.

Demons and monsters appeared, mountains and rivers changed color, and the second thunder disaster brought the wrath of heaven and earth and fell with a loud bang.

Wild winds and furious thunder, flashes of swords and shadows of sabers, the roar of the devil dragon, the sharp cries of the divine bird, the raging fire on the celestial demon seemed to burn the endless night into ashes, the mountains in southern Xinjiang trembled together, and the barrier of the five-colored stones shattered completely in an instant...

There was a panicked "Senior Brother" in the middle, the voice was soft and thin, vaguely that of an underage girl.

It was so faint... like the chirping of a tiny mosquito or ant amidst the surging waves.

No one knew which senior brother she was calling, but everyone who should have heard it heard it without exception.

The movement of the black dragon in the air suddenly slowed down, and it raised its head sharply as if enduring great pain. Its huge figure flashed several times in the vast night sky, and then it shrank into a human form, exposing its back in front of Cheng Qian without any scruples.

Cheng Qian's eyes fixed, and the Frost Blade Sword turned at the last second, brushing past the humanoid Han Yuan.

The next moment, Han Yuan stretched out his pale hand and grabbed the black mist that kept entangled with Hong Yun, but the Frost Blade took on the thunder tribulation in mid-air.

Cheng Qian is very experienced in dealing with heavenly tribulations, and with the Frost Blade in his hand, he is like a tiger with wings.

The falling lightning was intercepted by him midway, and swept out along the tip of the sword, so out of tune that it seemed as if the sword in his hand was dragging a huge meteor tail.

Cheng Qian's face was illuminated by the strong light.

Han Yuan on the side opened his mouth and silently called out "Junior Brother".

Cheng Qian glanced at him with a cold look, just like the look he had when he was lying on his back on the coast of the East China Sea many years ago, vowing to go to his master to complain.

Han Yuan gritted his teeth and almost burst into tears at his glare.

At this time, thousands of whistling sword auras surged from the ground. Yan Zhengming's sword was broken. For a moment, flying sand and rocks, and even the surrounding wind and rain all became sharp in his hands. They gathered in the air into a messy but invincible giant sword, which cut off the connection between the red crane and the red cloud and the black fog of the magic dragon.

Then, the vast sword energy separated the sky and the earth into two ends, strangled the rising evil spirit in mid-air, and without damaging the puddle, slowly pushed the ominous red cloud back to the ground, forcing it to within three feet around the puddle.

Ten talismans were thrown out from Li Yun's hand one after another. Every time a talisman landed on the puddle, the fire on her body subsided by three points. After ten talismans were thrown, the dying Tong He finally turned into a girl with wings on her back, curled up unconscious on the messy ground.

The rumbling thunder finally faded away reluctantly.

Han Yuan showed a slightly relieved look, and the next moment, his expression changed without warning. His arms turned into sharp claws covered with dragon scales, and he grabbed Cheng Qian's back with one claw.

The atmosphere around him changed, and Cheng Qian had already reacted before the wind roared. He turned around and swung his sword. The frost blade that had just blocked the heavenly calamity still carried the residual power of thunder and fire. When it collided with the dragon claw, sparks flew everywhere.

A faint flash of dragon scales appeared on Han Yuan's face. Just as he was about to say something, a horn suddenly sounded in the distance.

The horn was longer and more distant than an ordinary military horn, and it echoed hollowly and low, as if it was as majestic and indomitable as a huge army. Han Yuan's eyebrows moved slightly, and his expression changed. Then he smiled sinisterly, "Oh, you've attracted the dog, little brother. I have to go now."

After he finished speaking, he pushed the Frost Blade hard, his nails scraping against the sword with a teeth-grinding sound. Han Yuan turned away and tried to leave, but Cheng Qian's sword kept chasing him, and with a "clang", it once again confronted the Dragon Claw.

Cheng Qian said word by word: "The inner demon enters the Tao, what is your inner demon?"

Han Yuan's expression suddenly changed. He grabbed the black cloud in his palm with his backhand, turned around and pushed it hard into Cheng Qian's chest.

Cheng Qian was caught off guard and was suddenly forced back more than ten feet by the evil spirit.

With this rise and fall, Han Yuan had once again swung his tail into a magic dragon and landed half a mile away.

“Instead of asking what my inner demon is,” the giant dragon turned around, and Han Yuan’s human face flashed across the huge dragon’s head, landing on a hideous and mocking smile, and said, “Why don’t you ask the head brother what his inner demon is—I’m afraid you dare not ask but dare not listen.”

After saying this, the dragon flew straight to the north in a black cloud.

There were several whistles coming from the direction where the horn sounded, and then several strong lights shot into the sky from all directions, as if someone was signaling to each other. Li Yun took a step forward, put his hands on Shuikeng's wings, slowly retracted her target-like wings, and carried her on his back without complaint, and asked, "What's going on? Who is coming?"

Cheng Qian fell from the air, his body covered in blood. He stumbled a bit, and Yan Zhengming held him up, saying in a low voice, "Slow down."

Just as Nian Dada was about to come over to greet him, he was interrupted by Tang Zhen.

Tang Zhen said, "Stop exchanging pleasantries - Yin Yang Hao and Qi Se Huo, these are people from Tian Yan Chu. If we run into them, we might get into trouble. Follow me first."

Li Yun looked at Yan Zhengming, and Cheng Qian hurriedly introduced him, "I forgot to mention that this is Brother Tang—Tang Zhen."

After hearing this, Yan Zhengming made a prompt decision and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist. Let's go!"

The group quickly followed Tang Zhen away from the original place. They walked very fast. After just a few jumps, they were already dozens of miles away. Tang Zhen led everyone to a dilapidated temple with ease. Without daring to stop, he borrowed Li Yun's cinnabar to set up a formation around the dilapidated temple.

Tang Zhen was well-informed and had a strong memory. It was obvious that he had been immersed in formations for many years. In just half an incense stick of time, the ruined temple had been hidden.

Li Yun put the puddle down and rushed forward eagerly to help. Cheng Qian and Yan Zhengming leaned against the door panel on one side to help them protect the law, while also silently regulating their breathing.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival night was the most chaotic and chaotic.

At this moment, Cheng Qian suddenly asked without warning: "Big Brother, what was the inner demon that was drawn out of you in the Vermillion Bird Tower that day?"