The fire exploding in the sky came from Stepping Cloud Gate. When Cong Ran and Ye Chen arrived, the scene in front of them was like a hell on earth.
It was blood all over the ground, dyeing the whole earth red.
"Master...this..." Ye Chen was dumbfounded.
In the tens of thousands of years that Salvation has been alive, this is the first time that a fellow disciple has been killed. Is he really a evil star? No wonder the young master was so indifferent to him in his previous life, and said very little when he was alone.
With Ran's cold eyes, he searched for survivors among the corpses. Ye Chen followed, kicking the corpse at his feet and looking to the left and right, he saw a brother with an arrow stuck in his right arm and holding it tightly with his left hand.
Wearing a sword and a ferocious face, he moaned with his mouth open, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, staining his clothes.
Ye Chen hesitated but went to pull Cong Ran's sleeve. The other party turned his head in confusion and responded: "Master, there are still people alive there."
"Let's go and ask." Congran nodded and walked there.
The seriously injured brother's name is Cheng He. He is an old friend and the most trusted subordinate of the young village owner Lin Yi. Now, he is wiping the sweat on his forehead with his sleeves and looking up at the red sun shining on the red land.
It was so bright that I couldn't open my eyes.
Dejection, silence.
A head that never lowers its head is everyone's hope before the war. Just like a flag, it will not be able to bear it at this moment.
"Chenghe?" Cong Ran saw his face clearly in the blood amber, and used his spiritual power to heal him in surprise, "Who hurt you!"
"Master...master, the young master of the village is missing! It was the demon soul-killing sect who took away all the golden elixirs from the brothers. Even after they were severely injured, they still swore to defend Taoyunmen to the death..." Cheng He opened his mouth and took a big breath.
With his mouth stained with blood and his white teeth stained red, he continued, "We are all poisoned by Lin Lanxiang and cannot survive... The leader does not need to waste any more spiritual power."
"Lin Lanxiangdu?!"
Ye Chen, who was squatting on the ground and checking the deceased's injuries, suddenly turned his head when he heard the poison, staring at the other person with a pair of dark eyes, for fear of missing information about the Soul Killing Cult.
"Yes, this little brother also knows this poison. To put it nicely, it makes people die in a dream, but to put it badly, it makes people die in pain..."
Cheng He was dying, and the golden light was floating around him. But even so, every time he said a word, his brows would frown, and in the end, as if he couldn't help but hurt, he would "wow" and blood spurted everywhere.
All.
The little master closest to him was caught off guard and sprayed all over his body.
Cong Ran: "..."
In Ye Chen's memory, the master has always been untouched by the worldly world. He is an aloof, pure and pure immortal. This is the second time in this life that she has been so embarrassed in front of him.
The strange thing is...
Cong Ran didn't get angry.
Ye Chen said solemnly: "Master, please listen to what I have to say. Salvation is the leader in the world of cultivation, and there is no way that he will be killed without anyone noticing. I suspect there is something wrong..."
Otherwise, the demonic energy sealed in his body would have gone wild overnight, and he would have been discovered to be a demonic cultivator, forcing him to die.
Thinking of the previous encounter, he was so angry that he had no place to vent his anger. Ye Chen rubbed his brows with a headache: Don't alert him before he finds that bitch.
Cong Ran withdrew the spiritual power he had released, and looked at Ye Chen with hesitation and confusion.
Stepping on the Cloud Gate in the salvation formation was just as Elder Yang Chen said before, all life was reduced to ashes, and the smell of blood was in the air, which was a bit pungent. Even Ye Chen, who had washed the entire world of cultivation with blood, couldn't stand it.
Fortunately, not long after, the disciple who was inspecting the scene of the incident came running from a distance with a pile of something that was burned to black, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Master, the disciple just found something foreign.
, take a look!”
Because the disciple was running so fast, he didn't notice that there was a corpse lying under his feet. He stumbled and the things in his hand flew out.
It was about to fall to the ground and break into pieces.
A faint shimmer appeared just in time to hold it. The next second, the burnt thing flew into Cong Ran's hand.
She glanced at the disciple and said in a calm tone: "Next time, I will be punished by copying the rules and regulations 300 times."
Hearing the familiar emphasis on familiar content, Ye Chen shuddered and looked at each other with sympathy, suddenly feeling like he had met each other too late.
In front of the fire, everything is in ruins and ashes, and there should be no foreign objects.
Wait! What if... the other party deliberately kept it?
Ye Chen looked at the little master in horror as if he were just waking up from a dream, and Cong Ran was startled by his excessive reaction.
She frowned and said, "Why are you so surprised?"
He ignored her words and moved his eyes down to the burned object in her hand.
Instruments such as the guqin were burnt to a pitch black color and exuded a pungent burning smell. Fortunately, one part of the surface of the instrument was not affected, so we can barely tell what it was and who had used it.
Just this small area made Ye Chen's breathing suddenly stop, and panic caused the blood all over his body to flow backwards.
"How...can it be Lingduoqin...?"
He couldn't believe it and muttered to himself.
This is the Lingduo Qin. Ye Chen’s mother ordered her subordinates to destroy the Jade Dragon Peak and burned the Qin in the house. Ye Chen secretly followed it and saw it. Now, it actually appears in the Cloud-Stepping Gate! This can explain the person who saved the world.
I once went to that peak and brought the piano and music back together.
Why did my mother want to kill my little master?
Cong Ran asked back: "Do you know him?"
When his alienated eyes saw his figure, it was like all the secrets had been glimpsed. Ye Chen's heart beat a beat slower, and he hesitated: "I haven't seen him before."
His poor acting skills made him feel extremely guilty, but fortunately, the young master didn't care about anything with him.
As for Cheng He who was poisoned by Lin Lan Xiang and wanted to die, Cong Ran happily knocked him unconscious and left him to his disciple Haosheng to take care of him.
After throwing away the noisy spirit, Cong Ran greeted Ye Chen: "Come with me to Yu Long Peak to find out."
Ye Chen was greatly frightened. In his previous life, when he went to Yu Long Peak, the young master took his senior brother Xie Fang with him, and he was arranged to go to Liangzhou Hall. He was so resentful that he almost destroyed the place.
He said slowly: "Is it difficult... didn't Senior Brother go with you?"
"Huh?" Cong Ran held the Suifeng Sword in her hand. She waved it quickly in the air a few times to form a formation. She just needed the last step to recite the incantation. She suddenly smiled, "There are too many things happening in the world recently.
His cultivation is good, so my master asked him to stay here and guard with the elders to prevent any accidents."
Ye Chen said "hmm" suspiciously and didn't ask much.
Suifeng Sword was in mid-air, trembling her body. The piano and musical score held by Cong Ran were put into the Qiankun bag at some point. When she closed her hands, gold and purple light burst out, and the crystals shattered.
Flying.
If Ye Chen hadn't known that the young master was a space mage until now, his tens of thousands of years would have been in vain.
Space magic is a kind of forbidden magic. After it is mastered, it can take over everything in the world.
The first level can travel thousands of miles and disappear without a trace.
The second level of space magic - seizing time and space.
Able to query the past and predict in advance, becoming the master of time.
Unfortunately, without several subsequent blessings, the facts cannot be changed.
The formation teleported the two of them to the Shanshui River near Yulong Peak. After the light dissipated, Sui Fengjian kept circling around Congran like a protector. Congran gave it a cold look before he stopped.
The sound of water flows endlessly, surrounded by woods, and wild flowers bloom. It is a paradise. But in Ye Chen's eyes, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is a pond with fish and caged birds, bound here, year after year, decade after decade.
Congran was used to seeing the world of mortals and had no intention of appreciating it, so he handed him a book and some paper charms: "You can learn about the formations and spells in a superficial way. If you don't know how to ask a teacher."
Yu Longfeng
foot of the mountain
Ran wanted to go straight to the summit, but halfway through, Ye Chen's stomach growled unsatisfactorily. He had not practiced, had not gone without food, and had not eaten all night, so he was already so hungry that his chest was touching his back.
Thinking of the disgusted look in the little master's eyes in his previous life, he would no longer be disgusted in this life and consciously said: "Master, I'm not hungry, let's do something first."
Before he finished speaking, he felt a knock on his head.
"The body is important." Cong Ran nodded his forehead angrily, "If you collapse, how will you practice? If you don't practice, who will protect you? As a teacher, you will always get old, sick, and die. Don't always expect to be a teacher.
"
After hearing the scolding words, Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, and immediately grabbed the hand on his forehead and looked directly at the young master, as if asking: Your old man has not been taken away, right? The person who is known as the Millennium Iceberg will feel sorry for you.
?Do not make jokes!
Their skin wanted to touch, and Cong Ran glanced at him without blushing or heartbeat: "Is something wrong?"
"fine!"
Ye Chen almost bit his tongue, let go of his hand, and said hurriedly, "Disciple was lucky enough to have been to Yulong Peak. The food in a restaurant at the foot of the mountain is very good. Master, if you don't mind it, you can go with the disciple."
His last words were polite words. My little master has been abstinent for hundreds of years and is used to drinking water made of ice as food. How could he touch the fireworks of the world?
Just when Ye Chen was ready to be rejected, the other party actually agreed: "Okay."
Ye Chen looked at Cong Ran like a monster.
Why doesn't the little master play his cards according to the routine?
"It's up to you." Cong Ran magically took out a bamboo hat and put it on his and Ye Chen's heads, and used Zhang Jing's amulet to clean up the blood-stained areas, "Don't waste time."
A wide and thick bamboo hat covered his head, and his vision suddenly became narrower. The two were very close. The six-year-old Ye Chen was too short, reaching her waist. From here, he saw her slender waist.
, coupled with the scent of gardenia on her body, my ears couldn't help but turn red.
In the devil's palace, cigarettes, silk, and all the other unsettling things made his mouth dry.
"Okay, walk faster!"
In order to wake up, Ye Chen pinched his thigh hard, stepped forward, and appeared with the same hands and feet. After walking for about a few steps, the laughter of the little master came from behind, and his ears turned red again.
Desire to bleed.
The villages and towns were sparsely populated, and not many people walked around the streets. There were almost no snack vendors on the streets. Ye Chen took Cong Ran around two corners and entered an inn.
The decoration inside is simple and rough, with three floors. The first floor is for food and drink, and the second and third floors are for housing. Most of the people in the town have been reduced, and there are no guests. Ye Chen doesn't understand why there are still so many rooms.
Is there a ghost?
He casually picked up the peanuts on the table and stuffed them into his mouth, crossed his legs, ordered two or three dishes at random, and skillfully called the waiter over: "I haven't seen Yu Longfeng in a few years, why are there so few people around?
"
The waiter took the menu list and smiled bitterly: "Sir, you don't know something. The feng shui has been getting worse this year. Ever since Yu Longfeng was exterminated, some people have come over to see it in recent days, but so far it has not been the same.
Didn't come out."
"Wha, what? Yu Longfeng was destroyed? What a joke!" Ye Chen choked after chewing some peanuts and swallowing them. He coughed and patted his chest.
Cong Ran, who was sitting opposite him, suddenly said: "When will it be destroyed?"
"Who is this?" The waiter didn't know Cong Ran very well and stood there timidly, not knowing whether to tell everything he knew.
"My sister, my family, don't worry too much, just keep talking." Ye Chen smiled at the waiter, dispelling the discomfort he had just caused.
"I don't know exactly when the family will be exterminated, but I am sure that they are demons, and their methods are extremely cruel. Many people in the village who are afraid of death have left. Until Uncle Da and I opened the shop, nothing will happen. It's unreasonable to worry.
"
A playful smile appeared on Ye Chen's childish face: "Killing all the people is too tiring and boring. People from the demon clan don't have much ability. If it really angers the group, he will not be able to bear the consequences."
The waiter stepped back and handed the menu to Uncle Da. In about the time it took for a stick of incense to be served, the hot meal was brought to the table. It was bright in color and fragrant, and it should be said that it was very appetizing, but Cong Ran did not move his chopsticks.
She had a gloomy look on her face, as if she wanted to beat the person up. Ye Chen swallowed his saliva and carefully picked up the rice: It's over, it's over, I forgot that my little master can't eat spicy food.
"Master, or else I..."
"you eat."
Cong Ran pushed the empty bowl in front of her aside, held her head with one hand, and her internal energy circulated throughout her body. Ye Chen, who was close, could see a little halo swimming on her abdomen and arms.
A stick of incense for cooking, three minutes for eating. This meal, Ye Chen ate, was tasteless. Apart from the spicy taste, he couldn't taste anything else.
Cong Ran saw him sweeping away the food like a locust, with a dull expression. He opened his eyes and asked, "Have you finished eating?"
Ye Chen grabbed the paper on the table and wiped it randomly. The white paper turned into red paper and became shiny. He tossed it casually, passed Cong Ran's head, and threw it into the bamboo tube behind her.
Before he could boast, a cold and hard voice came to his ears. He looked up and saw a pair of bright eyes with a coldness that could be alienating from thousands of miles away.
She said coldly: "Do you want to punish me for violating the rules?"
"Disciple knows his mistake." Ye Chen was shocked.
He also forgot that he was now a six-year-old child after rebirth, not the Lintian Lord respected by the world in his previous life. If the young master wanted to kill him, it would be as easy as squeezing an ant to death.
"You are quite obedient." Cong Ran snorted coldly, left the silver on the table, rolled up his sleeves and stood up.
Ye Chen licked his red lips, still not satisfied.
When he reaches higher levels and takes revenge, he will definitely stay away from his little master. Every time he faces her, he always thinks that she is the concubine from his previous life. In the warm tent, his eyes are red and his voice is always crying.
The immortal spirit and the appearance of an immortal have become a plaything in his palm.
Cough, stop it.
Judging from the fact that Ran probably treated him like a child, he took him on a "tour" throughout the day and went down the mountain in advance to practice.
In the evening, dusk is approaching.
The two people who were resting in the inn put on black clothes and went to Yulong Peak.
In Ye Chen's stereotype, the little master always wears bright colors, either elegant white or green, and this tight-fitting black dress outlines her graceful body...
"Snapped--"
Ran Dawei looked confused at Ye Chen who slapped him in the face. The latter touched his nose and boasted awkwardly: "There are mosquitoes, I'm swatting them."
As the autumn season approaches, the sky always gets late relatively quickly. After the evening glow fades, the sky and earth turn into silvery gray. The milky white smoke from cooking and the gray twilight mist blend together, making it hard to tell what the sky and earth are.
Before approaching Yulong Peak, just a casual glance showed that the experience on this peak was no worse than that of Stepping on Cloud Gate.
Cong Ran stopped a hundred miles away from the sect and felt a murderous aura. There was no need to call Sui Feng Sword. It flew out of the scabbard and stood upright in the air. It rotated 360 degrees in a strange way and intercepted the thousands of arrows that were fired at it.
A strong wind suddenly rose, causing the trees to sway and black hair to fly everywhere. The bamboo hats on their heads were lifted off, and a piece of gravel flew up. What made Ye Chennong stunned was that Cong Ran couldn't avoid it, and there was a splash on his face.
Got a cut by a stone!
Of course, after the little master came back to his senses, the pebbles naturally turned into powder.
The sword trembled and whined in the wind.
Cong Ran uttered two words as if sighing: "Nothing."
What blocks Yulong Peak is the wind formation, which is the nemesis for space mages. In the face of absolute strength, there is no so-called conditional advantage.
She concentrated on the spells and used Suifeng Sword to help protect the formation. Ye Chen stood behind her, unscathed. He took out the formation book and talisman paper, bit his index finger and dripped blood on the paper.
"Use my blood to break its formation!"
Blood light and golden light merged into one, resisting the realm of Yu Longfeng. When he heard the sound of the hard protective shield breaking, Ye Chen felt sweetness in his throat, and his consciousness wanted to leave. In a daze, he saw Cong Ran running towards him and hugging him.
.
"Who told you to use spells privately?"
The gentle spiritual power penetrated Ye Chen's body domineeringly. He coughed a few times and said weakly: "I'm causing trouble for you."
"Shut up."
From Ran Ling's Sui Feng Sword Drawing Formation, she pulled Ye Chen, who was backlashed, to meditate on the spot.
His chest was stained with blood, and his body felt like millions of ants gnawing at it. Ye Chen bit his lip, his whole body trembling with pain, and he cursed in his heart: It hurts more than the poison of witchcraft!
Ye Chen, whose thoughts were wandering, heard Cong Ran scolding in a daze: "Focus! Aren't you afraid of exploding and dying?"
"hiss--!"
The little master's attack was as ruthless as ever, Ye Chen's whole face wrinkled together, and for some reason he could not faint even though he was holding his breath. This chapter has been completed!