The night is dark blue and the porcelain white clouds are surging.

A pungent smell of blood filled the wind, and the eyes engraved by wind and frost fell deeply in the night, as deep as a black hole. There was a faint smile between his eyebrows, but the murderous aura hidden in the eyes made the two men on the opposite side feel a sense of coldness.

A cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining Realm has personally killed two cultivators at the eighth level of Qi Refining Realm, which is definitely not a lucky thing.

This man was decisive in killing and calm in nature, like a cold-blooded tiger and wolf, making the remaining two people in the West Wind Four Evils feel alert.

There were only two of the four evil spirits left in the West Wind, and they were determined not to make any mistakes anymore. A cold light flashed across the corner of the man with long red eyes, and the other person's eyes also locked in Lin Ziyun.

The sky sword was hanging in the air, mixed with endless cold light, and strands of spiritual power surrounded it, scattering an astonishing aura.

Lin Ziyun's eyebrows were cut by a knife, and even more like a cold blade hanging in the air. He raised his eyebrows and the cold light first showed, trying to kill the enemy.

"Che..."

There was no wind under his feet, and the withered leaves all over the sky floated up one after another. Lin Ziyun raised his hand and there was a mysterious rune surging, and there was also a posture of spiritual power turning into a dragon and tiger. The three thousand flying immortals triggered the starlight in the sky, using all things in the sky as swords, cutting the sky and cutting the nine sky.

This sword is a cold light that people dare not look directly at. This sword is a thunder that swept across the Milky Way and cut down from the nine heavens. This sword is so murderous that Lin Ziyun is eager to cut off his popularity.

This is not the oppression that a cultivator in the sixth level of Qi Refining Realm can bring to him. The red man, one of the four evil spirits of the West Wind, knew that he still underestimated this man in white with a medium figure.

He suddenly had a thought of facing a foundation-building cultivator in his heart. The feeling became stronger and stronger, and even he had a desire to retreat in his heart.

With a sword, the golden light and silver light exploded, the sword lights flashed in the sky, and the sword shadows flew like ghosts. The red man fought with the sky sword in his hand. He only felt that the spiritual power of the man opposite seemed to carry endless great power, which was not spiritual power at all, nor immortal power, but more like the great power of nature, like a heavenly tribulation, and could not be stopped.

"puff……"

The three thousand swords of Feixian surrounded the two of them and attacked indiscriminately.

After Lin Ziyun used this move, his body shook and felt that the spiritual power in his body almost dried up. He smiled bitterly. He only hoped that this blow would work and take away the lives of the two.

Looking back today, it was the second time that he used his trick. His spiritual power was consumed too quickly. And even if he took out the spirit stones in the storage bag of the person he had killed before, it would not be useful. After all, his magic was his spell, and his Taoist technique was too single. If he was like others, he would not have fought so hard.

Lin Ziyun held his breath slightly. Although he was not sure that one sword could kill the two, the opponent would not feel good. As for the backhand, he had just used the Spirit Art and arranged the formation with the previously portrayed talisman. Even if the two of them fought back, Lin Ziyun still had some attacking talisman paper in his hands. As for the true skill of Fuxian, Lin Ziyun would never use it unless he had to.

The Four Evils of the West Wind personally contacted the endless sword energy and realized how terrible it was. Whether it was the red man's heavenly sword or the man in armor at the eighth level of Qi Refining Realm, they all felt that their body seemed to have been hit by a meteorite, and their body fell like a broken kite.

The sky sword turned into powder, the black armor shattered, the two of them covered their chests and sprayed a mouthful of blood. The four evil spirits of the West Wind were all broken in Lin Ziyun's hands.

"Walk."

The red man gritted his teeth and sacrificed a yellow talisman, resisted the sword energy, pulled another monk with a critical aura, turned around and ran away.

"Wow, that's great." Chen Luyi cheered when she saw Lin Ziyun win.

Lin Ziyun saw the two of them running away and had no intention of chasing them. He first came to the side of the Sisha of Xifeng, and skillfully found the storage bag. He had no time to see what was in the storage bag, so Lin Ziyun went to sink into the green clothes and stood up.

Lin Ziyun consumed severe spiritual power, and the two of them were not in a hurry to look back at Jiang Mansion.

After fighting overnight, time passed like the white dew in the early morning evaporated in the sun. The sky was already covered with white gray light, because I was by the forest, the whole world was covered with thin smoke. The autumn was cold and the water was cold, and the whole world seemed to be a cup of white and thick coffee.

The fog was thick in the morning, and white frost covered the dead grass and yellow leaves. Shen Green's clothes raised a bonfire last night to keep warm. It was fine late at night, but when the light light came on, she felt a little colder. She rubbed her hands and leaned against the fire to bake.

She hadn't been sleeping all night, her eyes were already a little blurred. At some point, she vaguely heard someone seemingly talking to her, and Chen Luyi woke up.

She turned around and saw a man in white dress looking at her with a smile on his face.

Chen Luyi felt that her hands and feet were cold, but when she saw the man's warm sun, her whole body was warm for no reason. As if he was there, she was no longer so scared and no longer so cold.

"Thank you for your help, sir." Chen Luyi smiled slightly.

"Human life is at stake, not to mention Lin himself, why should a girl be so polite?" Lin Ziyun said with a smile.

"Every time I parted quickly, the little girl hasn't asked for the name of a gentleman yet?" Chen Luyi smiled sweetly. Her dimples were shallow, her silhouette was so beautiful that she was indescribable. Her eyes were shining brightly, and her beautiful cheeks were as white as jade.

"A certain surname is Lin, with two names Ziyun, who serves as an aide in General Qin's mansion. I don't know the name of a girl? I am fortunate to meet her." Lin Ziyun preached.

"The little woman Chen Luyi has seen Mr. Lin and is very grateful for her thanks for help from Mr. Lin." Chen Luyi gave her a little greeting.

"Chen Luyi? Could it be the daughter of Lord Shen's mansion?" Lin Ziyun exclaimed.

Chen Luyi didn't expect that this savior had heard of her name and was delighted.

"My father is indeed the governor of Qingzhou, a native of Mr. Lin's immortal sect, so the little girl dare not be arrogant." Chen Luyi replied.

That night, Lin Ziyun went to attend Chen Zang's birthday, and later met Chen Luyi on a hangover on Chang'an Street. Later, she met by chance outside Chang'an. They had to say that they were destined to be together. Lin Ziyun and Chen Luyi looked at each other and smiled. The warmth in their eyes seemed to be friends they had known for many years.

In addition to Lin Ziyun, Chen Luyi has not been asleep for a while. In the villa of Wangjiang Mansion, there is another person rolling around on the incense bed, not sleeping at night.

The close-fitting maid didn't know how many times the princess called her name, so she carefully opened the door.

"Bai Yan, that damn coach hasn't come back yet?" Princess Zhang Le shouted.

"Report to the princess, Teacher Lin has not come back yet." The maid whispered.

"This is too strange. Green-clothed is gone. Could it be that someone has appeared? But where did that person go? They won't..." Princess Zhang Le was suspicious.

"Go out. If that person comes back, tell me immediately." Princess Zhang Le said impatiently.

The princess's close little maid was reluctant to speak, but Princess Zhang Le was upset. She waved her hand and signaled her to go out quickly. The little maid finally couldn't help it and said in a low voice: "Princess, you haven't had a rest all night..."

"Bai Yan, I won't listen to my words, right?"

The little maid knew her princess' temper and didn't dare to continue talking, so she quickly stepped back.

Since he heard the little maid say that Lin Ziyun is a cultivator, Princess Zhang Le suddenly realized that Lin Ziyun was not that annoying, and seemed to be a little handsome.

If Lin Ziyun is just the instructor of the General's Mansion, the willful princess might think that this person's arrogance would be annoying, but Lin Ziyun is a cultivator. Which immortal would be comparable to an ordinary person?

The little princess picked another pot of flowers and leaves in the room, feeling upset and no longer saw Baiyan coming in. On the one hand, she was anxious and disappeared from the green clothes, and on the other hand, she was thinking about Lin Ziyun, and couldn't tell which one the little princess cared more about.

"Princess, Teacher Lin is back and is still taking the eldest lady of the Shen family with her." The little maid said hurriedly.

"Baiyan, please serve me to wash." Princess Zhang Le's eyebrows were overjoyed.

"Does this man look energetic?"

The little maid was almost in aggrieved and said with a pout, "Sir, you have dark circles, and you haven't slept all night..."

Princess Zhang Le became even more annoyed when she heard Bai Yan talking. She looked left and right at the bronze mirror, one hundred people were dissatisfied and one thousand people were uncomfortable.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, but it is not too late for a villain to take revenge from morning to night.

Panlong Mountain is a famous Taoist ancestral temple in Qingzhou. The mountain gate is surrounded by clouds and mist, with cranes flying and spiritual birds flying on the top of the mountain. There is a famous sect on this fairy mountain that is famous for its 100-year-old practice of internal skills and mental methods. According to legend, there are ancestors and old immortals in the mountains who have lived a hundred years old.

Hearing is not credible, but legends often have traces to follow.

On this day, the white beard who likes to wear a flower coat still sits cross-legged on the cliff and meditates as early as the morning before.

Half a month ago, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth revived. Someone once saw the scene of the old god flying in the sky and hiding from the ground, and the scene of turning into a god once was not something that everyone could see. The disciples in the sect all knew that their ancestors showed their gods in the daytime, and they practiced continuously, hoping to see the essence of the great way as soon as possible.

The old ancestor meditated and practiced, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, and looked radiant.

Suddenly the old Taoist opened his eyes, and he looked at the two figures appearing in front of him with a sharp look with a hint of sharpness. The old Taoist's eyes showed badness.

"The Four Evils of the West Wind, what's the point of doing you come here?" asked the old man with white beard as if nothing had happened.

"Brother Dao, don't be nervous. My brothers come here today to ask for something. If Brother Dao promises, he will be rewarded." said the red man Jinfeng.

"Fellow Daoist Jin is a traitor. I am afraid that I will not be able to bear the great responsibility when I am in the low level of cultivation. I really have no blessings to accept it. Please find another master." The old Taoist said perfunctorily.

"Don't be so full of words. Let's decide after I finish speaking." Jin Feng continued.

The white-bearded old Taoist didn't say anything, as if he was waiting for Jin Feng to continue speaking.

"My fellow Taoist is an old minister of the Chu State. He was forced into the mountain gate by the Qin army. This great hatred makes people angry when they hear it. Today, when the heroes are in power, we immortal disciples descend to earth to help the new king unify the world. You must have heard of this. The Southern Yan faction won the Immortal Order in Qishan and has occupied the great power of heaven and earth. This time, the Northern Yan marriage and Princess Zhangle's marriage in the south is an excellent opportunity for you to take revenge." Jin Feng said with a smile.

"Since the old Taoist suddenly realized and entered the immortal path, he naturally no longer paid attention to the world. What do you say have to do with the old Taoist? If there is nothing else, please leave. The old Taoist will still go in seclusion and practice." The white-bearded old Taoist shook his head and stopped.

"My dear fellow Taoist, the world is naturally karma, it's nothing? But do you know that this fortune in the world is needed by even the strong people in the feather realm. If you can get one or two luck, you will have the opportunity to step into the supreme Nascent Soul Avenue. If you can kidnap the princess of the Great Qin Kingdom of Beiyan, you will make contributions to my fellow Taoists in the East Yan Cultivation Realm. I believe you have heard of the name of the Beiming Zhenzong. With such merit, my brothers are enough to help the Taoist competing for a quota for a disciple of the inner sect." Jin Feng seemed not afraid of the old Taoist rejection, and he vowed.

It turned out that this time the robbery was a conspiracy of Eastern Yan, and the purpose was to provoke the relationship between Southern Yan and Northern Yan, so as to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

In fact, no one in the human world will withstand the temptation of a quota of disciples of a higher level of cultivation sect.

Princess Zhang Le didn't look up and looked at Lin Ziyun walking, as if she was waiting for an apology. However, Lin Ziyun did not notice her abnormality and bowed according to the etiquette.

There was a lot of noise in Wangjiang's mansion, and he recruited a lot of local county magistrates and governors, waiting in the villa. Lin Ziyun didn't know how to explain it, but Princess Zhang Le didn't have such a good temper. After driving everyone away with one reason, she glared at Lin Ziyun angrily and pulled Shen Luyi to the boudoir.

This night wasted a lot of time, so marriage was the most important thing. Lin Ziyun rested for a moment and prepared to go out. When she learned about the robbery of the relatives, the little princess was shocked. However, when she thought of marrying far away, she looked at Lin Ziyun again. Seeing that he was silent, she felt aroused in her heart. She felt that no matter whether she married the King of Southern Yan or was robbed, she was all going to the mountain of swords and sea of ​​fire, and there was nothing to be afraid of.

Fortunately, he didn't bring Shen Luyi this time, which made Lin Ziyun feel relieved, and everyone continued to rush forward.

Qingzhou was originally Shen Luyi's hometown, so the eldest lady of the Shen family naturally returned to her hometown in Wangjiang Mansion. She left the Shen family's daughter and continued to rush forward.

Lin Ziyun changed into a military armor and rode a green horse in front of the team. Princess Zhangle was very depressed. The damn Lin Ziyun had never seen her since she came back. Instead, she asked about Shen Luyi, which made Princess Zhangle very angry.

In Qingzhou, mountains are intertwined, and mountains are everywhere. The marriage team is not easy to walk on. Even the official roads are mostly muddy and narrow roads. There are thorny water-popping paths along the way, and Princess Zhangle is very resentful.

After two days, a group of people saw a Lingshan Mountain, surrounded by clouds and fog, and bells drifted to the foot of the mountain.

Lin Ziyun ordered to stay here, and he also asked to stay in the mountains.

"It is said that Qingzhou has beautiful scenery and mountains and rivers, which are indeed a fairyland on earth." Lin Ziyun sighed.

The old man from the Taishi Academy stroked his beard and smiled: "The immortals saw many fairy mountains and rivers. No matter how beautiful the mountains and rivers in the mortal world are, I am afraid they are not worth it."

Lin Ziyun was quite funny. The mountains and rivers were divided into ladies from a family and small bridges and flowing water.

"A thought becomes an immortal, a thought is an mortal world. If it weren't for the good of the world, how could so many fairies descend to the earth since ancient times?" Lin Ziyun said deliberately.

"Is it because there are seven emotions and six desires in the world?" the old man smiled.

"The cultivator is strong and strong, but human feelings are even more insignificant." Lin Ziyun laughed.
To be continued...