Chapter 422: The Man of the Blood Moon

When Song Zhen heard that Ye Xiang would also say greetings, he chuckled and said, "It's not bad. For the past six or seven months, I've been worried all day long. Master is always worried about something unexpected happening, but it turned out to be a false alarm. Seeing everyone today is good, and my heart is much more at ease.”

While the others were talking, at this time, the candidates for the practice field had their results again. Mengxi from Cuihe Peak defeated Luofeng from Lianxiangbi.

I saw Luofeng with his head bowed in disgrace, walking into the team of real Wuya. Real person Wuya saw him, a gloomy look flashed across his face, but he didn't say anything. And Mengxi of Cuihe Peak was full of joy, his eyes sparkling with excitement, and he returned to Master Xukong. Under the bright sun, the red and cinnabar-like beauty mole on her forehead glowed with an attractive red color, and her already graceful figure and dignified and beautiful face became even more beautiful.

Master Xukong looked at Mengxi and nodded slightly, then looked around at the surrounding peak masters and cast envious eyes, very satisfied.

Next, several groups went up to the practice field one after another, and went through hard struggles one after another until sunset. However, it was not Song Zhen's turn until dark, and there were only six rounds in one day. Song Zhen casually reckoned that he was the last group, and it would have to be the day after tomorrow when it was his turn, so he didn't care at first, let alone worry now.

When the last ray of the setting sun disappeared, everyone dispersed slowly, and there were lingering words of discussion behind them.

"It seems that the peak master of this session is none other than Yun Zhongzi, the boss of the Seven Immortals!"

"I think that's the same. I think he didn't use all his strength at all, and he easily defeated the extraordinary Elder Qing Gu in Xiaotian Peak."

"And that disciple from the New Realm, Yun Qianmeng, is so strong that he defeated his opponent in less than half an hour. It's really not easy!"

"It seems that there may be new disciples among the peak masters this time. I heard that there was no such situation before. Those who can ascend to the position of peak master must at least have nearly a hundred years of cultivation after entering the mountain gate. Do it. And this time the peak master election, except for Xiao Tianfeng's Qing Gu and other elders, each one is younger than the other, and even those old disciples are not very old."

"You're so right, I found out too!"

On a quiet night, Song Zhen was lying on the big comfortable bed. He should have enjoyed himself and slept soundly. As far as I can remember, it was the first time since I left Xiancheng that I lay on such a comfortable big bed. Normally, no matter how high the level was, the disciples would not receive such treatment, and they all lived in their own caves. Only when there is a major gathering at the mountain gate, the disciples of each peak have the opportunity to enter the guest house of the peak with the high-level figures of the peak, and enjoy it, but Song Zhen couldn't sleep after tossing and turning.

Xuanlingmen has this rule except for the three pure women's mountain peaks. There are so many peak master palaces, countless pavilions, no less than tens of thousands of rooms, and only the peak master and some high-level elders are allowed to live. This rule From Song Zhen's point of view, it was really inhumane. Song Zhen also thought about it carefully, and finally thought that the upper echelons did this, maybe it was to make the disciples practice more diligently, if they were too comfortable, people would fall!

In the blue sky outside the window, there is a crescent moon, with a few cold stars hanging on it, shuttling like a boat in the clouds. The light of starlight and moon shines through the gaps in the trembling layers of leaves outside the window, and shines into the room with strips of silvery light.

Seeing the silver light, Song Zhen's nose couldn't help sore, thinking of his buddy Song Zhen and that naughty black eagle Kiki, when he and them were lying on the stone platform of Xianyuan Cave, seeing the The moonlight is so similar to the moonlight tonight.

Sometimes, Song Zhen felt a little regretful, if he and his buddies didn't come to the Xuanlingmen, and just stayed in the Xianyuan Cave in a daze, it would be good, at least the two brothers could get along day and night.

But now. Alas!

well! Song Zhen sighed, lifted the quilt, put on his clothes, and walked to the window.

The Fengke Bieyuan where I live is located on a cliff, it is a two-story cross courtyard, and my mentor and others live in other courtyards of this Fengke Bieyuan.

Outside the window is a small space, with a few inexplicable spirit trees growing sparsely. The trees are not very tall, but the branches and leaves are extraordinarily lush. The leaves are almost heart-shaped, crowded and arranged in a well-organized manner. Grows on whirling branches.

The moonlight is like pearls, smashing on the leaves, and then shattering, shining with stars.

Suddenly, Song Zhen saw the layers of fallen leaves dotted in the stars, suddenly covering a strip of shadows, and the shadows were so familiar in his heart. As soon as the shadow appeared, the excitement that had been buried for a long time suddenly aroused in my heart.

"Astrology ruler!" Song Zhen wiped his eyes and looked again intently. Yes, it was the astrology ruler he had lost for no reason. I still remember that one night six years ago, that is, the year when my buddy Liu Qianlang was imprisoned in Regretful Bingkuo, while I was practicing, the astrological ruler on my head suddenly became restless, and then broke through the ceiling of the cave and shot into it. Tianyu has since disappeared.

And this kind of strange thing happened to Lan Shuang, Danhun, Lihen and Yuexian. Lan Shuang lost the Luoxian Brush, Danhun lost the Immortal Mountains and Rivers Map, Lihen lost the Qiankun Chess, and Yuexian also lost the Bishuiqin.

"Squeal!"

Song Zhen gently opened the window, twisted his black and white eyebrows, and shot two extremely excited gazes towards the top of the shadow, with his heart in his throat. It's it, it's it!

I saw the astrologer's ruler, which was more than a foot long, completely black and shining with a mysterious aura, floating quietly above the small tree.

It was exploring, it was looking, it was trembling slightly, and as the window opened, it sensed Song Zhen's breath, and began to jump happily for a while, and then suddenly shot at Song Zhen.

"Hahaha! My astrological ruler! Haha! My astrological ruler is back!" Song Zhentan grabbed the astrological ruler and laughed excitedly.

Song Zhen was so happy, stroked the astrological ruler and closed his eyes slightly, immersed in the long-lost joy. The coolness from the astrological ruler gurgles into the body, and the thoughts of each other are quickly communicated.

"Huh?" Touching the astrological ruler, Song Zhen suddenly opened his eyes again, and they were very wide open. His black and white eyebrows twitched, and his eyes were full of bewilderment.

Because the astrological ruler suddenly injected into his mind an idea that he had never had before. This is a miraculous formula, called the Seven Destiny Jue.

The magical power contained in this formula immediately attracted him, and he couldn't help but immediately sat cross-legged and began to practice indoors.

Outside the window, there was a pair of eyes looking at all of Song Zhen's affairs. Seeing Song Zhen's bold and unrestrained character, this pair of eyes was full of pleasure and blessing. Then the silk cloud quietly floated away.

On the other side of Tai Cang Peak, hundreds of miles away from Tai Cang Palace, on the top of a cliff of Cang Peak, stands a slim blue figure proudly. She has a proud face, long eyelashes, and a beautiful face, but her eyes are full of resentment. Her face was a little pale, she first stared at the direction of Xiaotian Peak for a while, and then raised her eyes to examine the ominous scene of the Eight Vaults in all directions in the sky.

Tonight, my mentor asked me to think clearly whether I would be the peak master of Cuihe Peak or not. It was almost midnight now, but Yun Qianmeng still didn't give up. How I hoped that he would be like before, in an unexpected situation that no one expected. Time, suddenly appeared again.

Yun Qianmeng stared at the flowing clouds in the sky, his heart was like a torrential river, and the waves rolled over and over again. Time passed by every minute and every second, when the crescent moon gradually slanted to the west, Yun Qianmeng's heart had been outlined time and time again, and the beautiful dreams also appeared. gradually broken.

It turned out that I appeared when I shouldn't have come. Tonight is the night sky of the new moon. It is not destined that the new moon will not become complete until it sets.

Yun Qianmeng glanced in the direction of Xiaotian Peak for the last time, two lines of clear tears flowed from her beautiful eyes under the long eyelashes, then bit her lips, and disappeared into the pitch-black night like an electric shot.

"Hmph! Bitch! Still thinking about that bastard Liu Qianlang!" Not a moment after Yun Qianmeng left, a mass of darkness in the night was violently torn apart, and a figure in a huge black robe jumped out of it, standing in the air. On the top of the cliff where Yun Qianmeng was standing.

This man in black robe wears a very peculiar jet-black crown on his head, his face is in the shape of an oval blood moon, and nine different colored dragons are entrenched on his head.

Blood Moon's face revealed a hollow mouth and cold eyes. This person seemed to be very dissatisfied with Yun Qianmeng, staring at her disappearing back and groaning coldly, and said ugly words.

The man in the blood moon mask watched Yun Qianmeng pass away in the direction of Tai Cang Peak's Guest House, and said to himself: "Nine old things, since you have all chosen a new peak master, what's the use of you living! Tonight, Yes, just tonight, let me send you to the west!"

After the blood moon masked man finished speaking, he turned around and disappeared in place.

Just as the man in the black robe and blood moon mask disappeared, a faint cloud in the sky also disappeared.

In the Naxian Hall of Tai Cang Peak, the nine peak masters were sitting around on the altar according to their usual habits, discussing the situation of fighting for the peak master during the day and the arrangement of follow-up work. While discussing, the nine peak masters gathered together I felt an unprecedented huge and cold breath coming from outside the hall.

This powerful breath makes people feel oppressed and desperate, and carries the taste of death in the cold.

The nine peak masters were shocked for a moment, and stood up one after another, covered with a layer of protective energy, and then looked at each other, and then shot out of the hall, and then flew up to a high cliff, exploring The source of this powerful breath.

This powerful aura is getting closer and closer, and it brings gusts of wind around. The nine peak masters are all in Taoist robes, hunting with the wind, staring at the direction of the comer.

"Haha! Old things! Are you still alive? You are all looking for death, and you always spoil my good deeds! Today I will send you and Huolong, Aoyu and Zixiao to a reunion!" A huge piece on the head Within the dark clouds came a male and female voice.