"The demon cultivators have no moral principles and act with few scruples. Southern Xinjiang is their base camp. You are indeed powerful, but you may not know all their tricks. Get the Ice Heart Fire and leave quickly. Try not to confront them head-on in the city... Even if you have to fight, remember to fight outside the city."

This was what Tang Zhen told Cheng Qian before he left, and he was not so foolish as to forget it in the blink of an eye.

However, when Cheng Qian witnessed this scene and thought of the shirtless demon cultivator he had just encountered at the door, he suddenly became a little furious and wished he could split this demon cave in half with one sword.

He repeatedly suppressed the goose bumps that appeared on his body, and finally recited the Pure and Tranquil Sutra on the spot, and then he barely controlled the impulse and his hand on the scabbard.

Then Cheng Qian made a hand gesture and deftly, taking advantage of the various shadows in the small building, floated down along the corner of the wall.

Fortunately, there are all kinds of people here, but not all kinds of things. Everyone is busy with lust, and at first no one noticed Cheng Qian, who was like the smoke from the incense burner.

Cheng Qian dodged and hid behind a curtain, concentrating on blocking out all the things around him that could give him stye, and began to look for the Ice Heart Fire - he took out a small jade turtle that Tang Zhen had given him from his arms. The small turtle was emerald green and crystal clear all over, and was only the size of an adult's thumb. The small turtle twisted around on his fingertips with its tail raised, and its round head poked around in the air, and finally stopped facing one direction, opened its mouth, and made a drooling look.

Cheng Qian raised his head and followed its gaze, and suddenly felt as if struck by lightning - the direction the little beast was heading was exactly where the platform was!

He suspected that the creature's brain had been damaged by the smoke, so he pinched the turtle's neck and turned it over with its four legs upside down. The little turtle lay on its back facing downwards, and its four short legs tossed around in the air for a while, but it still turned towards the platform again without giving in.

This means that either this little bastard is a pervert, or that Bing Xinhuo is just being suppressed under the platform.

Cheng Qian sighed secretly, feeling that he was too anxious because of Han Yuan's matter. It was probably not suitable to go out that night.

However, things had come to this point, Cheng Qian glanced around and ran to the corner where the people were imprisoned. His figure flashed slightly, and a layer of white frost appeared on his body. The guards at the door were instantly frozen in their original postures. Cheng Qian quickly passed through the dark prison, and at the same time, a stream of true energy shot out from between his fingers, accurately breaking the lock on the iron cage.

Although the noise was not loud, it still alarmed several alert demon cultivators in a small area. One of them exclaimed, "Who is sneaking around?"

Cheng Qian kept walking, but he felt very sick in his heart - he really didn't know how these people had the nerve to say that others were sneaky.

He planned to make a quick decision, and the frost and mist that had condensed on his body spread out in an instant, causing a snowstorm in the small building. Then, while no one could react, Cheng Qian returned his hand with a sword and opened the dark cage in the corner.

This was a lack of virtue. Most of the demon cultivators here were not wearing much clothes. They were naked and suffered the harsh baptism of bitter wind and snow. For a while, there was chaos and the place became a pot of human flesh porridge.

Cheng Qian took advantage of the chaos to get near the platform, and suddenly jumped up, with his frost blade leaving a bright mark in the air. He split the platform in half with one sword, and at the same time, he cut off the rolled up rubble and the demon cultivators who didn't have time to escape like chopping melons and vegetables, and then he flicked his sleeves and let go of the little turtle that had been kicking its legs for a long time.

The thumb-sized turtle landed on the ground and grew to the height of a hill. It stood here with its broad shoulders and strong waist, looking extremely righteous. The jade turtle opened its mouth and took a deep breath of the majestic energy that swallowed up the mountains and rivers. The whole small building was shaking. A huge rock under the split platform slowly emerged and was about to rise from the ground.

At this time, a well-dressed man appeared from the chaotic crowd. On the third floor railing, a man in a long robe, whose face was so covered that he could not be seen, stood out from the crowd and shouted, "Who are you, little thief? You are looking for death!"

Cheng Qian felt that he could not face the title of "little thief" calmly.

The man in the robe looked down from above, raised his hand and slapped down from mid-air, not caring whether he hurt anyone by mistake.

Under the giant palm and black cloud covering the sky, the phantom-like wind and snow released by Cheng Qian immediately dispersed gradually. Some demon cultivators with low cultivation and slow running speed were swallowed up by the black mist that could bewitch their souls and turn them into bones. In an instant, the people went in and the bones came out, which was cleaner than a beggar gnawing on a chicken rack!

There was actually someone guarding the building in this kind of ghost place. Cheng Qian sneered, climbed onto the jade turtle's neck, and the frost blade flew out of his hand. The sharp sword intent rushed up like a whirlwind, and unceremoniously lifted the giant palm above his head and the roof of the small building. The cold sword energy in the small building and the hot and humid wind in southern Xinjiang collided in the air, with a sharp "woo" sound, and half-cold water droplets splashed everywhere.

The robed man on the third floor was swept by the sword and hurriedly took three or four steps back to dodge. In the blink of an eye, the Jade Turtle took the opportunity to swallow the Ice Heart Fire into his mouth.

Seeing that he had succeeded, Cheng Qian shrunk the jade turtle back to the size of a thumb and rolled it into his sleeve. After making such a big fuss, he felt that he had gone too far and immediately decided to flee on his sword. At this moment, someone in the secret cell in the corner shouted, "Senior, help us! We are disciples of the White Tiger Villa in Xiliang!"

Cheng Qian just blew up the secret cellar, not to save people, but to make a feint to the east and attack in the west. However, he felt that he had done his utmost. Who could he blame for his poor skills?

Of course, he did not think that the disciples of Baihu Villa were more valuable than other people's lives, but after hearing this self-introduction, Cheng Qian inevitably paused - if for no other reason, the owner of Baihu Villa still held a key to the lock of Fuyao Mountain.

Cheng Qian didn't know what the purpose of his master leaving behind such a ground lock was, but he couldn't ignore the difficulties of his senior brother. No matter whether it was true or false, he had to take action when he heard the words "White Tiger Villa".

As soon as Cheng Qian approached the dark prison, a group of demon cultivators rushed towards him. With a single sword, he created a raging tide of the sea, swept away this group of jumping clowns, and rushed to the person who was shouting.

The man who called him was a young man with very lively features and bright eyes. Cheng Qian originally thought he was troublesome, but when he saw his eyes, he couldn't help but like him more. The young man had only given a glimmer of hope, but he didn't expect that he would actually turn around and lend a hand. He was overjoyed for a moment.

However, although he was happy, his head was not dizzy yet. When he saw Cheng Qian, he quickly picked up the most important thing and said, "Senior, there are restrictions on the chains that bind us!"

Cheng Qian didn't say a word and picked up his sword to chop. With a "clang" sound, the frost blade collided with the chain, but the chain didn't move at all.

"No, we can't force it." The young man said hurriedly, "I'll think of another way, senior... be careful!"

Three or four demon cultivators had already approached and rushed forward from behind Cheng Qian.

Cheng Qian didn't even turn his head. The frost blade swung in a huge circle in his hand. It was rare for this vicious sword to go on a killing spree. The bright blade was stained blood red, and the sword body was shaking excitedly as if it was alive. Wherever it went, it was murderous. He chopped off a series of heads in succession, and finally turned back with flying blood. Before the young man could speak, he chopped the chain at the same position for the second time.

The young man's breath was stuck in his throat. In an instant, the evil sword and the magic restriction had collided three times in a row, each time more ferocious than the last. The black air and frost were entangled in a life-and-death battle, and the fight was inseparable.

The young man trapped by the chains made both parties unable to open their eyes. They didn't understand why this man, who looked gentle and refined, had such a simple and crude way of solving the problem.

Finally, the more brutal one won.

As the young man stared in astonishment, the chain that bound him cracked with a "crack", and the demonic energy that leaked out dissipated like black smoke from ashes, leaving only the empty chain, which was made of nothing but ordinary iron and broke with a slight struggle.

Cheng Qian snapped his fingers, and a beam of white light turned into the shape of a flying horse in the air, soaring into the sky - this was to inform Tang Zhen that he had succeeded and he should get away immediately, so that they could be ready to pick him up.

Demonic energy from all directions gathered together like thunder and pressed down towards Cheng Qian with all his might, but he blocked it with his frost blade.

Cheng Qian stood at the forefront of the storm, holding one end of the frost blade with both hands like an ant trying to shake a tree, and said to the young man without turning his head, "Stay away."

The young man had already seen how terrifying this man was, and he was very quick to react. Upon hearing this, he immediately retreated out of the small building without looking back.

Cheng Qian suddenly turned sideways and chopped the ground heavily with his sword filled with demonic energy. A half-zhang-deep pit was cut from east to west in Zhaoyang City by his sword. The overflowing demonic energy fell to the ground with a bang, and the buildings that looked like a demon cave suddenly collapsed. He decided to do something drastic - he released all the unlucky guys in the dark prison.

Most of the people imprisoned here are monks. They must have suffered a lot in this filthy place. When they are suddenly freed, their eyes are red.

A melee broke out.

Just when Cheng Qian felt that he could almost take advantage of the chaos to retreat, the sound of a pipa suddenly came from afar. The sound of the metal strings "clanging" pierced the eardrums and went straight into the human body, stirring the true energy in the whole body.

Then, the sound of the pipa echoed throughout the entire Zhaoyang City like a song of siege from all sides. The sweet smell that had been dispelled by the bloody smell surged up from somewhere again, making people feel weak from time to time. Cheng Qian suddenly felt as if he was lying in a pile of cotton, and his limbs were filled with unspeakable soreness and dampness. He heard a murmur in his ears, and a pair of arms wrapped around his waist softly, and the fingertips as thin as peeled onions seemed to lead a group of ants crawling over his body, making him feel numb.

Unfortunately, although the devil had a charm, he hit an iron plate at this time - Cheng Qian was not easily seduced, and he had just witnessed all kinds of unbearable things in the devil's cave. He was covered in goose bumps. He was so angry that he rolled the frost blade into a whirlwind, and cut all the rouge and skeletons into bare necks with one sword. Cheng Qian smelled the choking fragrance on his body and wished he could find a ditch to crawl into and wash himself thoroughly.

Seeing his hard-heartedness, someone not far away hummed softly, and the tone of the pipa music suddenly changed. A line of sound that seemed to be that of a leaf flute was mixed in, sharp and thin, and kept drilling into people's ears.

Cheng Qian's eyes blurred, and the illusion reappeared. In an instant, countless figures flashed through his mind. The sweet fragrance just now suddenly disappeared, and a familiar orchid fragrance suddenly came from the surroundings. Then, the arm that had just entangled him turned into a puff of green smoke and fell not far from him, transforming into a familiar person.

The man was holding a fan in his hand, revealing a pair of smiling eyes and a hand with a copper coin ring.

Cheng Qian: “…”

He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, a little confused, but fortunately the confusion didn't last long. The next moment, an identical copper coin ring fell into his palm - this was the one he had snatched from the original owner's hand with his own hands.

The imitation spirit in the ring popped out like a ghost, and without thinking twice, it slapped the shadow in front of it, and blew away the fake demon with one slap. Then, with a look of contempt and a murderous expression, it went back into the copper coin ring.

This stupid imitation spirit unexpectedly has the ability to ward off evil spirits.

Cheng Qian came back to his senses, his ears suddenly felt hot, and he felt that he would not be able to look directly into the mirror for some time.

He pushed the Frost Blade Sword, and the tip of the sword forced out the abundant water vapor in the air, freezing it into a huge ice bar, which collided with the sword blade. The sound of metal and stone instantly washed the pipa music into pieces, and the surrounding illusions melted into a thick mist like a tide.

Cheng Qian then saw that the walls around Zhaoyang City were covered with one-foot-long strings, which were tinkling automatically without wind, and were bewitching the city. On the wall, a half-and-half-woman demon was holding a pipa in his hand. He looked at Cheng Qian with a gloomy look and immediately disappeared.

The young man who ran out first landed next to Cheng Qian breathlessly and said, "This demon is a sect of nightmare practitioners called the 'Happy Sect'. He is very filthy. Oh, I am Zhuang Nanxi, a disciple of the White Tiger Villa. I came here on the orders of my master to check out the large-scale gathering of demon cultivators. I didn't check it out and fell into his trap. May I know what your name is, senior?"

"Fuyao, Cheng Qian." Cheng Qian said this briefly, then suddenly soared into the air and knocked down a demon cultivator who was holding up a horn and preparing to blow it on the bell tower in Zhaoyang City. He glanced down at Zhuang Nanxi and said, "Why don't you leave? Are you waiting to be besieged by the lowly demons in the city?"

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Nanxi leaped onto a large tree in the city. As his body rose and fell, a three-meter-high bow took shape out of thin air. Zhuang Nanxi, like a big bird, pounced on the "bowstring" from a high altitude, and shouted, "Xiao Qi, can I borrow a light?"

A thin young boy appeared from nowhere, quickly made a hand gesture, and forced a ball of cold fire out of his mouth. It flew towards Zhuang Nanxi like a meteor, and said, "This is the last one."

Zhuang Nanxi whistled long, and the indigo flame suddenly stretched out to seven or eight feet long. The jumping flame turned into an arrow and pierced through the bowstring with incredible accuracy. With a "whoosh", the rocket flew straight into the sky, and then suddenly exploded into millions of sparks in the sky, falling to the ground and blooming everywhere, burning the entire Zhaoyang City into a sea of ​​fire.

Zhuang Nanxi raised his head and let out a long howl, and whistles from all around responded to him one after another. Several figures quickly followed his instructions and retreated out of the city, in a well-trained manner.

Cheng Qian watched coldly, feeling a little emotional - compared to the disciples of Qinglong Island who looked like they were in mourning every day, and the Suzaku Tower which had become a haunted house with no disciples, although the disciples of Baihu Villa lacked some experience, they were really promising.

Under the special supervision of Cheng Qian, the group broke through the gate of Zhaoyang City and fled north, followed by a group of demon cultivators of all sizes.

Zhuang Nanxi asked Cheng Qian loudly, "Senior, how can we get rid of them?"

Cheng Qian: "No need to shake it."

Just as he finished speaking, a black banner fell from the sky, just in time to catch Cheng Qian and the others, and accurately captured all the demons.

In mid-air, Tang Zhen got a live flying horse from somewhere, and was waiting for him with Liu Lang and Nian Dada.

"Here you go," Cheng Qian threw the jade turtle that had swallowed the Ice Heart Fire into Tang Zhen's arms and said, "We can't stay here for long, let's go!"

Nian Dada was already frightened by the overwhelming evil spirit and was just waiting for him to say this. Upon hearing this, he immediately whipped his horsewhip and sent his horse running wildly.

Nian Dada: "Uncle Cheng, hurry up——"

Cheng Qian ignored him and stayed where he was without any hurry.

In a blink of an eye, a hole was torn in Tang Zhen's black banner. The Happy Sect Leader who had been holding the pipa on the city wall led his men to chase after him, but stopped a few feet away from Cheng Qian.

They were already out of the Demon City, and without the various bizarre magic weapons and traps in the city to rely on, the Happy Sect Master suddenly regretted his impulsive behavior in anger.

Unless one is truly a genius, or someone who indulges in evil ways, it seems that he will always lack confidence when he really fights with others.

Cheng Qian was alone, suspended in the air on his sword, his half-worn robe sleeves fluttering up and down, as if he could ride the wind away at any time. However, for some reason, no one dared to approach within three feet of him, and a suffocating and eerie silence spread across the southern sky.

The leader of the Happy Sect glanced at the direction where Zhuang Nanxi and the others fled, and asked cautiously, "May I ask what hatred you have with my sect? Why did you come to my Zhaoyang City for no reason?"

This devil is really unreserved. In a blink of an eye, he has actually treated Zhaoyang City as his home.

"Originally, I didn't have one. I'm not a saint who slays demons and defends the Way. It's just..." Cheng Qian stared at the pipa in the hands of the leader of the Joy Sect. As he spoke, he slowly pulled out the Frost Blade. The cold iron rubbed against the scabbard, making a sharp sound. He suddenly smiled coldly, "You are so brave that you dare to use that filthy monster to transform into the appearance of our sect's leader!"

The next moment, the frost blade burst out in anger, and Cheng Qian's suppressed state and pressure in the Demon City finally revealed its sharp fangs without any concealment -

The Happy Sect Leader was startled and suddenly grabbed the pipa strings with his ten fingers. With a "clang" sound, all the strings broke, and the sound rushed towards Cheng Qian like a huge bell. At the same time, the Sect Leader launched an attack, turned around and ran, not caring about the life and death of his men at all.

Unfortunately, he didn't get far.

When he was shot through the heart by an arrow from behind, he heard the other party's low voice: "You'd better remember this sword and my advice. Before you violate other people's taboos in your next life, consider whether you have so much life left!"