Dijun's black moonlight is back

Chapter 21

"You wait," the little hedgehog said harshly while struggling, "When I draw out my sword, I will be the first to cut you."

"Well," Wen Jingchan said, "waiting for you."

He has heard this many times.

In fact, there are very few real great evil spirits who can be tricked into stealing swords.

Those monsters cherish their own cultivation very much, and they don't want to personally challenge the magic circle left by the true god.

What I'm afraid of is being beaten back to its original shape like this and starting over again.

Those who hid in the dark and coveted this sword were all waiting for this arrogant little demon to try his own way, and then bring some news back.

"Who asked you to come this time?" Wen Jingchan asked him.

After so many years, he can feel some rules.

There were only two groups of people who came, demons and demons.

There were three groups of people waiting for the news, and Meiling had always wanted to reap the benefits.

"No one sent me," said the hedgehog dead duck, "let me go."

Wen Jingchan knew that he couldn't find anything useful to ask, so he left Wuxiangyuan with the hedgehog in his hand.

Yun Ting was still waiting for him outside the formation, seeing the hedgehog in his hand, he probably understood it in his heart.

"He's here to steal again." Yun Ting glanced sideways at the hedgehog in his hand.

Wen Jingchan put one hand behind his back, and carefully counted the number of people who wanted to enter Wuxiangyuan in recent days.

"It's been a little frequent lately." Wen Jingchan said.

Yun Ting nodded, and he also felt that the frequency had become higher: "Could it be that they have some plan?"

They have guarded the formation here for more than 1000 years. Outside, there is the mountain guard formation at the gate of Mingjing Mountain. Inside, there are many formations in Wuxiangyuan, among which there are even those left by the true god himself.

"Who is the owner of this sword?" Yun Ting frowned and thought.

When he came to Mingjing Mountain, this sword had been here for a long time, and no one had ever heard of its owner.

Wen Jingchan couldn't answer this question either, he came later than Yunting.

Knows no more than he does.

"Of course this sword belongs to our Demon Lord!" The little hedgehog in Wen Jingchan's hand suddenly spoke.

But his words have no credibility at all.

In the past, people in the demon world also said that it belonged to their Ten Thousand Demon King.

Everyone was arguing that this sword was their own, but no one could really come and take it away.

"Then you go back and tell Xuanji," Wen Jingchan said, "don't think about it again."

He can't take it away.

As long as Wen Jingchan stays here, no one will be able to touch Wuxiangyuan.

Master Shuci once said that the stability of Wuxiangyuan is not only related to whether Mingjing Mountain can survive in the world.

It is more about whether the world can live in peace under the influence of various parties.

Although he doesn't know the origin of this thing, but he doesn't hope that it will cause chaos in the world one day.

At that time, it will not be these monsters who have practiced for thousands of years that will suffer, but ordinary people in the world who have a short lifespan.

"It turned out to be Ao Zhuhai." Yun Ting understood, "Have you cleaned up your own mess, thinking about things in Mingjing Mountain every day."

The hedgehog didn't bother to talk to him, this Taoist was too unreasonable.

This is obviously something from their demon world, not from Mingjing Mountain.

Come on, if it's yours, are you so afraid of it?Afraid to lock it up with layers of magic circles?
It's just unreasonable!
"Forget it," Wen Jingchan said, "it's useless to argue with it."

He made a fingerprint, raised his hand and threw the hedgehog out of Mingjing Mountain.

Yun Ting suddenly thought of something, and looked at Wen Jingchan with regret.

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother," Yun Ting said, "If one day you ascend, who will guard this Wuxiangyuan?"

It's not that they are lazy, it's that Wu Xiangyuan and the others can't get in.

At most, it can only be at the very edge of the True God Formation.

Sooner or later, Wen Jingchan will ascend to immortality, and the parishioner is already old.

If there is no one to guard Wuxiangyuan in the future, it will be more risky.

"No one can defend," Wen Jingchan said, "Fortunately, no one can attack."

This is not true.

The monsters that entered Wuxiangyuan, regardless of their cultivation level, were beaten back to their original bodies.

I don't know how long it will take to practice transformation again.

"You said that if that sword," Yun Ting said, "was really pulled out, what would happen to Wu Xiangyuan?"

"It should be very bad." Wen Jingchan answered truthfully.

He has never seen any living beings in Wuxiangyuan. The strange thing is that no matter where he faces, he always feels that there is something behind him.

This feeling is too indescribable, Wen Jingchan is not afraid, but feels a little terrified.

He turned around suddenly in Wuxiangyuan more than once, wanting to see what was behind him.

Each time, nothing unusual was found.

But among the fragments that flashed in his mind, there were many ghosts crying.

Also, the high tower inserted into the clouds collapsed suddenly, and a heavy seal fell from the sky, pressing many creatures into the ground.

He has never experienced the pictures in the fragments.

Is it a memory left by the true God?
No one can tell him the answer. Everyone who knows the past has turned into a pile of loess, scattered in the vast world when the wind blows.

"There seems to be some spell attached to the sword," Wen Jingchan said, "If someone takes it away, maybe everyone will have a hard time."

Yun Ting thought he was right.

The true gods in the Sanqing domain are too busy to take care of trivial matters in the world.

It should be a very big event to attract one of them to set up an array in person.

It's just that what they didn't expect was that the owner of the sword was sitting in the disciple courtyard of Mingjing Mountain at this very moment.

She was holding a cup of tea, but she only swirled the cup but didn't really drink it, looking thoughtful.

Ling Yu was thinking, how could Wen Jingchan take the initiative to accept the two of them as disciples.

Even if this matter is in her arms.

She still believes that there is nothing to do to be courteous, and it is either rape or robbery.

It has been hundreds of years since Wen Jingchan ascended to the position of Zhenjun, and he has confiscated a single apprentice, so how could he just fall in love with the two of them.

The tea in the cup had long been cold and turned a withered yellow color like fallen leaves.

Ling Yu walked out of the door and poured the tea into the flowers outside the house.

She deliberately abducted Xuan Yi, but also to do something out of line, to see if she could attract Wen Jingchan's attention.

Since he bit down on the hook, no matter what he thought, Ling Yu felt that he didn't need to pursue it further.

Anyway, the road is open to the sky, and everyone goes their own way, as long as they can get close to the spiritual veins through Wenjing Zen.

"Ling Yu," Tong Yan patted his dusty palms, "It's ready, let's go visit Zhenjun."

The person delivering the uniforms to the disciples at the gate of the courtyard also just arrived, and Tong Yan trotted over to open the door.

It seemed that she was very satisfied with the style and fabric of the clothes, otherwise she wouldn't have touched them as a treasure.

Ling Yu raised her head slightly and looked at Rootless Bodhi on the top of the mountain.

At this point, her revenge plan seems to have finally made substantial progress.

"You must live long and wait for me to come to you."

Lingyu's insignificant voice was blown away by the wind, perhaps only the immortals in the sky could hear it.

(End of this chapter)