Big Dream Master

Shen Luo smiled slightly, and now he picked out some of the less important ones from his experience over the years, and told them to listen to them. Shen Mumu listened with gusto, and Shen Ci also felt that he was eye-opening.

Shen Luo immediately pointed out some of the training experience of the two of them, which made the two of them feel very rewarded.

The three brothers and sisters chatted for a long time, and didn't stop until Yueshangshaotou.

"Big brother, rest at home today. Tomorrow I will bring you other juniors in the clan to see." Shen Ci said.

"It doesn't have to be. I have been accustomed to clean cultivation these years, and I am not used to crowded occasions. I will leave the house to you and I will leave." Shen Luo said, standing up.

"Going so soon?" Shen Ci and Shen Mumu were both surprised.

"I went to Chunqiu Guan, very close to my home. If you have something to do, you can go to Chunqiu Guan and look for me directly." Shen Luo said

After hearing these words, Shen Ci and Shen Mumu were relieved.

"You don't have to send each other off." Shen Luo said to the two of them, and disappeared in place in a flash.

Shen Ci and Shen Mumu were lost, and they recovered after a long time, checked the storage artifact and discussed the distribution of the items in it.

At the moment, Shen Luo was already at a height of ten thousand meters high, glanced at the Chunhua county town below, turned around and flew away towards Chunqiu Guan.

He didn't intend to interfere too much in the development of the Shen family. Although the devil's robbery had passed, his enemies could hardly be guaranteed. The Shen family was too weak and had too much involvement with him.

The distance of hundreds of miles was nothing to him now, and the former site of Chunqiu Guan quickly appeared in his field of vision.

In the Spring and Autumn View, the damage caused by the demon's extermination of the gate was still there, and many buildings were still collapsed there. Only a few buildings were repaired and looked rather shabby.

There is not much popularity in the view, everywhere is deserted, and there is no sound at all, which is completely different from the lively scene of the year.

Shen Luo sighed in his heart when he saw the sect who was born in this way, and flew down.

When he fell into the view, his brows frowned quickly.

The doors of the repaired buildings were open at the moment, two of the doors were still lying on the ground, and there were a few brand-new deep marks on the ground at the doorway, which seemed to have just experienced a battle.

The sinking consciousness spread, and his complexion quickly sank.

In a room in Guannei, there were still two corpses, and the costumes were the disciples of Chunqiu Guan.

He frowned slightly, expanded his spiritual consciousness, and quickly turned his head to look at a mountain a dozen miles away.

The spiritual energy there fluctuates, there are people who cultivate immortals fighting, and the mana fluctuations of one of them are familiar, it is the Pure Yang Sword Art.

Without any hesitation, Shen Luo flew towards there immediately.

With his current cultivation base, he immediately reached the place of struggle and quietly landed outside a valley.

In the valley, two groups of monks were fighting and fighting. On one side were two monks wearing blue robes. They were disciples of Chunqiu Guan, whose cultivation bases were only in the Qi refining period.

"Huh, Qin Ming!" Shen Luo looked at a green-robed old man with gray hair, urging a peach wood rune sword.

This person's appearance has changed drastically, but he can still vaguely recognize that he is a fellow outsider in his youth, but the two are not familiar with each other, they just met a few times.

The red light flashed on Qin Ming, and it was the Pure Yang Sword Art that was practicing, and he had reached the realm of the middle stage of Qi refining.

As for the other, a round-faced young man wielding a black saber and talisman, Shen Luo didn't know him, it seemed that he might be Qin Ming's disciple, he only had his cultivation in the early stage of Qi refining.

The three people on the opposite side were all wearing black robes, with a black cloud pattern embroidered on the cuffs.

The cultivation base of the three is also in the refining period. In one middle stage and two early stages, the number of people dominates. Moreover, the three of them control three identical black rune swords to form a sword formation, which is full of evil spirits and powerful forces. Apparently, Qin Ming was firmly suppressed.

"Haha, Qin Ming, with your little effort, you also want to occupy this Qinghua Mountain spiritual vein, so let it out obediently." A black-faced old man with a hostile face in the head laughed triumphantly.

"Old ghost Heiyan, this Qinghua Mountain was passed down by the ancestor of Chunqiu Guan, you don't want to take it away!" Qin Ming breathed fire in his eyes, cut his fingers, and smeared blood on the peach wood rune sword.

The rune on the rune sword suddenly lit up, and seven or eight feet of red sword energy burst out, tearing the black energy of the opponent's sword formation into a big hole.

"Okay! The Pure Sun Sword Art is really powerful, but you are too weak to show its power at all! If you obediently offer the Sword Art and the Qinghua Mountain Spiritual Vessel, Lord Bengu can spare you your life!" A trace of greed flashed, biting the tip of the tongue and spraying a mouthful of blood on a black rune sword, and then murmured words in his mouth!

The other two people did the same thing. The three-handed rune sword burst into black light in the sound of the spell, and the howling sound rose loudly, and the torn black energy instantly healed.

The black energy within the sword formation rumbling immediately, turned into a thick black wind column several feet high, and rushed towards Qin Ming and the other two.

This black wind pillar was extremely powerful, and the ground was blown off wherever it passed.

Qin Ming and Qin Ming's talisman touched one of them and they turned around. They couldn't control it at all, their complexions changed drastically, and they flew back hurriedly.

"Haha, let you see how powerful my Black Cloud Valley Yinfeng Rune Formation is! Let's take your life!" The black-faced old man was a little panting, but his expression was extremely excited, and he danced with both hands to pinch the tactics.

Black light flashed, and two black ghost heads the size of a millstone shot out from the strong wind and rushed towards Qin Ming and the round face youth~www.readwn.com~ The round face youth's cultivation is only in the early stage of refining Qi, which is far inferior to Qin Ming, who is trying his best. Support, face the attack of the black ghost, no longer able to resist, closed his eyes and waited for death.

At this moment, a wave of heat hits his face, and a piece of red light shines from the side, forming a thin red light curtain, resisting the two black ghost heads.

The black ghost head opened his big mouth, biting the red light curtain fiercely, and the light curtain trembled suddenly, but he still barely resisted the ghost head.

"Master!" The round-faced youth escaped, looking at Qin Ming next to him.

At this moment, Qin Ming held a fiery red talisman in his hand, and blood swarmed out of his palms, poured into the talisman, forming this red light curtain.

Just using this method obviously consumed a lot of energy, and Qin Ming's pale face was now more like a piece of white paper.

"The thieves are powerful, I will block them, you take the opportunity to run away!" Qin Ming shouted anxiously.

"How can a disciple leave the master and live alone" the round-faced youth shook his head.

"Fuzzy, you and I are both true to life and death, but the orthodoxy of Spring and Autumn View can't be ruined here anyway, let's go!" Qin Ming yelled with red eyes.

The round-faced youth stayed for a while, then raised his hand to recall the black saber, turned around and flew away.

"Don't think about it, neither of you two want to get off today!" The black-faced old man sneered, increasing his mana into the black rune sword, and pinching his hands faster.

Whoosh whoosh!

Three more black ghost heads shot out from the black wind pillar, slamming against the red light curtain.

The trembling red light curtain couldn't hold on anymore, burst open, and turned into countless masses of red light.

The scarlet talisman in Qin Ming's hand was torn apart, completely losing all his spirituality.

He himself spurted blood violently, and flew out behind him. The peach wood rune sword also lost all its strength, and fell to the ground like a stone.