The realm is broken, and a more gloomy scene comes into view.
Yulong Peak is filled with bloody light. Endless blood-colored mist is lingering, and the smell of fishy smell is nauseating. The scarlet blood water gathers into a river. Broken limbs, internal organs, hands, feet, heads, etc. are everywhere...
It was clearly a body that had been dead for more than ten years, but it remained in the same state as when it was just killed. On the pavilion inside the peak, a black and red flag with white tusks fluttered in the air.
The gloomy energy was so strong that Ye Chen's hands and feet were cold, and a sense of fear gradually spread throughout his body. Could it be that the people of the Soul-killing Sect had harmed Salvation and other leading sects in their previous lives?!
Ran stepped over her body on the ground and came to the flag, her face was solemn.
The flag was placed on a corpse, going in from the back and out from the front, nailing the person firmly. The blood was dried, the crown of the hair fell off, and the black hair spread out. His eyes with hatred never closed, and he looked In front of me, kneeling on the ground, it's indescribably ridiculous.
Congran's voice was low and hoarse, and he stretched out his hand to gently close the deceased's eyes: "Yi'er... was also killed."
The head of the world salvation has only accepted three disciples so far. The eldest disciple, Lin Yi, forged the golden elixir when he was only fifteen years old. His second disciple, Xie Fang, was a little less impressive. Seventeen, he forged the elixir, and his third disciple, Ye Chen... was a continuous foundation-builder. A little brat who doesn’t have any.
The apprentice she raised with her own hands died tragically. Apart from her sad and lonely eyes, she had no more emotions, and even... not even a single tear existed.
She was truly heartless to the extreme.
We can't blame Ye Chen for loving watching the fall of his little master in his previous life, watching the so-called sacred platform collapse, the high wall being broken, the bright moon hanging high, watching her fall to the bottom of the mud, being dragged into the misery of all living beings by the seven emotions and six desires. The moonlight is no longer there, and the dust is gone. dye, the fire of the last nine calamities and eight disasters "bang" the earth.
Turn into ashes and disappear into smoke.
He once worshiped her and respected her, but in the end he just got tired of her and wanted to kill her.
The clenched fist suddenly loosened. He had imprisoned her and humiliated her for a lifetime. The debt she owed had been paid off long ago. What does it matter in this life?
Ye Chen turned his attention to his senior brother Lin Yi, who had no impression of him at all. He thought that no one would do anything meaningless, especially the vicious Soul Killing Cult, who would never do a loss-making business.
He said slowly: "Master, I dare to ask, is the Soul Killing Cult leaving the flag here not just to show off their occupation of this peak?"
Master Yu Long Peak makes weapons, but it is of little use for demon cultivators to use weapons from the human world. Besides, there is a conflict between spiritual power and demonic energy. As time goes by, it is inevitable to suffer backlash.
Congran stared closely at the black flag, wanting to cut it off and step on it, but Sui Fengjian disagreed: If this flag is really an formation, if it is destroyed recklessly, it may trigger a new formation.
She held the Sui Feng Sword slightly tiredly, and the jade pendant around her waist swayed: "Their nails and lips are black. They were poisoned during life, and after death... they should have been deprived of their souls."
Otherwise, with the cultivation level of the young master Lin Yi, a few demon cultivators would kill him?
Tick, tick, tick...
In the sky, dark clouds rolled in, covering the bright moon and broken stars, and a few drops of something like water fell on Ye Chen's head.
Suddenly, it was as if the world had changed, and it seemed particularly cool. The wind was blowing loudly, and a ghost-like scream blew past his face.
"It's raining?"
Ye Chen subconsciously touched the top of his head with his hands, but what he touched was not the so-called "water", but thick...
Blood!
There is a corpse hanging upside down on his head.
Seeing this, Ye Chen said in his heart: "It's not good, it's not good, I'm going to die." He quickly picked up the purse that fell on the ground. After picking it up, he heard a series of exclamations coming from the mountain outside the pavilion. The two of them looked through the When the stars lit up the fire, they saw that the forest below the peak was full of corpses, all of which had been hung upside down on the trees, forming a circle of encirclement.
A group of people carrying lanterns who were going up the mountain were so frightened that they screamed again and again.
Cong Ran decisively cut off the flag, and Lin Yiru, who had no support point, fell forward like a pile of rotten flesh. She supported him without being too dirty and threw it to Ye Chen: "You should protect Yier's body!"
Seeing Cong Ran looking like he was about to rush down the mountain, he quickly asked: "What about me?"
Cong Ran drew a circle with a golden talisman: "Just stay here, and I will come back quickly."
After saying this, she made a quick leap and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Ye Chen: "..."
"Congran, Congran, I can't understand you more and more."
He lowered his head, holding the cold and hard body in his hands. It was as if a large ball of cotton was suddenly stuffed into his chest, making him unable to breathe. His heart was beating loudly, and it seemed that when he opened his mouth, his warm heart suddenly burst into flames.
Jump out of your mouth.
In his previous life, at the edge of the sea of clouds, he was a demon with a lot of complaints. Everyone hated him and killed him. When the little master's Sui Feng sword was about to pierce his chest, he saw a flash of white clothes that had come all the way.
Ye Chen suddenly grinned with a heart-breaking smile.
[You can save the souls of the six realms, have mercy on all living beings in the three realms, and see everything in the world, but why can't you tolerate me alone, hahaha. The Buddha saved all living beings but not me.]
this life
When danger came, she still chose the latter without hesitation in front of him, Ye Chen, and all living beings. Isn't it heart-breaking!
Ye Chen was sulking and pinched and pinched Lin Yi's body.
He was proficient in evil arts in his previous life, and one of them was peeking into people's memories. He wanted to see what Lin Yi experienced before his death.
I felt dizzy for a while, and when I opened my eyes again, everything in front of me was turned upside down.
At that time, Yu Longfeng had just been killed.
In the pavilion, a young man was sitting, drinking tea and admiring flowers.
A disciple came to report: "Young Master! More than a dozen of our brothers died tragically, and those who came here tried to deprive them of their souls and turn them into empty shells!"
"Where was the body found?" Lin Yi's hand holding the tea cup paused, he turned his head and frowned slightly.
"The house at the foot of the mountain..." the disciple replied.
"Ask a few more powerful men with high cultivation levels to follow me." Lin Yi drank the tea in one gulp, picked up his sword, and was worried that he would encounter misfortune, so he ordered, "You can report to Master by the way.
A letter.”
"yes!"
After receiving the order, the disciple chose an open area and lit the flare. Before it could be sent out, he was intercepted by a man in black. During the fight between the two, the disciple's neck accidentally hit the opponent's blade.
In an instant, blood mist splattered.
Unknowingly, Lin Yi took several disciples to the house at the foot of the mountain. Ye Chen had a God's perspective. When he saw the house clearly, the image of a blazing fire automatically appeared in his mind.
This house was one that his mother sent people to burn down. Someone at Stepping Cloud Gate found that the Ling Duo Qin was placed here. The question is, who risked their lives to move the Qin to a safe place?
The door of the wooden house was locked by a lock, and most of Yu Longfeng's rare materials were stored inside. Lin Yi opened the lock, but before his hand touched the wooden door, he could vaguely see something rushing out through the cracks in the door.
A swarm of black moths, carrying a rotten aura, came towards us with murderous intent.
"Young master, be careful!"
Lin Yi was dragged by the disciple behind him and narrowly escaped the man in black who came out of the wooden house. The man was holding a long sword. There was a green snake with red eyes on the handle of the sword. Seeing that the attack failed, he held down it.
The snake's eye part was stabbed towards Lin Yi.
The disciples who were following Lin Yi formed a formation to help, but for some reason, Lin Yi was suddenly at a disadvantage and was eventually deprived of his soul. The other disciples also died in extremely tragic ways.
A silver needle with a faint light pierced their eyebrows and got stuck in their skulls. As the pain exploded like tearing, a group of people fell heavily to the ground, making no sound.
Ye Chen was ejected, and his face turned as white as window paper. Looking into people's spiritual consciousness required a lot of mental energy. In just half a stick of incense, he almost exhausted his body. He curled his lips and poked with his weak hand.
My stomach is empty, and the elixir has not yet formed.
While depressed, the sound of a long sword tearing through the air sounded. Ye Chen looked back and saw Ran Zheng flying with his sword and said, "It's not advisable to stay here for a long time."
Then Ye Chen was lifted up by Cong Ran like a chicken. The child's strength was too weak and Lin Yi couldn't hold him, so he fell down in mid-air.
He shouted: "Master, corpse! The corpse hasn't been brought up yet!"
The golden vine whip appeared in Cong Ran's hand, with the catkin pendant hanging on it. She flicked it lightly and wrapped it around Lin Yi's waist. With a lift, the whole person jumped into the air, and expanded several times in coordination with the wind sword to catch it.
Lin Yi.
Ye Chen and Ran stood face to face. If it weren't for the corpse blocking their feet, the two of them would probably be close to each other. The little master took back the vine whip, her face was ashen, the Sui Feng sword made no sound, and her flying speed was much faster than before.
.
It's like... something is chasing me.
From the peak to the foot of the mountain, there is a stinking smell. Almost every three steps, you can see a corpse hanging on the treetop. Either they have only two holes for a pair of eyes, or their lips are rotten and their teeth are white.
Biting her teeth tightly, her dry and long black hair stuck to her temples, sparsely covering her deeply sunken blue-gray cheeks.
However, despite such a terrifying and horrifying scene, Ye Chen's expression remained calm and calm, and his water-like eyes were filled with disgust. From these faces, he could recognize the people who had disputes with him in his previous life.
besides
The people of the Soul Killing Cult are so tasteless that they use corpses as decorations. Don’t you find it disgusting?
A group of black butterflies followed closely behind. The large number of flying insects were the butterflies that Ye Chen peeked at the man in black in Lin Yi's memory.
Cong Ran controlled Sui Feng Sword to pass through the forest of hanging corpses, and drops of blood fell down, dripping on the barrier Cong Ran had just released.
"Pfft——"
It is a corrosive liquid.
Until the two of them were completely away from Yu Long Peak, the group of butterfly insects could not break out of the realm and were trapped inside. Seeing the palm-sized butterfly insects hitting the air in front of him, Ye Chen finally saw this thing clearly. It was clearly a butterfly, but it had something
He had strong white teeth, and the two black eyes on his head stared at him intently, grinning and saying "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey". He didn't understand it and found it disturbing. He pulled out a yellow talisman and wrote a simple word "Kill" on it.
Spell, throw it out.
The fire sizzles and burns to ashes.
When he came to a forest, there was no danger, so he meditated from where he was to adjust his inner breath. The demonic energy sealed in Ye Chen's body continued to surge, and he couldn't help but knelt on the ground, struggling with discomfort.
It is rumored that in the Soul-killing Sect, the Lord was seriously injured and was about to lose his soul. He needed to find a more suitable body. Ye Chen suspected that the other party was trying to take Lin Yi's body before, but after meeting Cong Ran, he set his sights on her again.
Otherwise, a large number of soul-killing demon butterflies would be chasing after him.
Ye Chen shook his dizzy head and tapped acupuncture points, trying to suppress the rampant demonic energy.
The little master has no choice but to be bullied by him!
It is bound to end the Soul Killing Cult as soon as possible.
Cong Ran closed her eyes tightly, and the glimmer of light floated and invaded her body. Before Ye Chen recovered from his old illness, he wanted to get closer and rub the immortal energy. Before the black foot took three steps, a figure shot out in front of him. Holding Sui Feng Sword, the cold air penetrated into his bones, forcing him not to take a step forward.
Ye Chen:......
"I will not harm Master!"
Suifengjian remained unmoved.
"Real gold and silver! You believe me, look at my sincere eyes."
Suifeng Sword moved slightly.
Ye Chen looks forward to entering the realm set by his little master.
Unexpectedly, it suddenly adjusted its sword and attacked Ye Chen without any warning.
"Ba Jian, you don't have martial ethics."
Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and dodged. The Sui Feng Sword stabbed back, but he dodged again. Back and forth, when Cong Ran opened his eyes, he saw a strange and funny scene: Ye Chen was running ahead and provoking, An ancient divine sword angrily slashed at the back.
The key is, Ye Chen is still unscathed?
"Ahem." Cong Ran coughed twice.
Sui Fengjian returned to Cong Ran knowingly. She stood up and patted the non-existent dust. In the middle of the night, the night was thick, and the broken light cast mottled halos on the branches. Through the moonlight, she found that there were bamboos all around. .Swinging his sword, he cut off a piece of bamboo and made a bamboo flute for Ye Chen.
"You played the music beautifully in Fang Nuan Yuan. Can you play it again?"
He held a flute in one hand and spread it out in front of him. Ye Chen looked at the simple bamboo flute and then at Cong Ran, with hesitation in his eyes.
In his previous life, he was stabbed through the heart by a sword and fell into the valley of Yunhai Peak, with his spiritual veins shattered. Perhaps due to fate and God's blessing, he was able to survive by chance, but he became a complete useless person who was unable to practice.
Unwilling to suffer such a fate, he used up his only golden elixir to refine it into a flute, something that future generations would be too timid to mention - bones, soul, and flute!
Seeing his hesitation, Cong Ran said clearly: "That's all, it seems that it is difficult for the teacher to force others. It turns out that you don't like the flute."
As she said this, she was about to stop and take the Qiankun bag, but a hand came over and snatched the flute away. He said crisply: "I like the flute, but the flute once brought me bad memories."
A faint smile appeared from the corner of Ran's mouth.
Ye Chen thought of a piece of music, picked up the bamboo flute, and played it. He played it with great concentration, but the flute was useless, resulting in a series of out-of-tune notes that made people urinate.
When she reached the chorus, the smile on her lips suddenly froze.
"When I go back, I will copy the rules and regulations three hundred times to me!"
Ye Chen, who was immersed in playing, didn't know why: "Why? Didn't you ask your disciple to play it?"
"Think about it for yourself." Cong Ran turned his face awkwardly, put Lin Yi's body into the Qiankun bag, and said calmly, "Let's go to the town, then return to Salvation, and tell them that we are going down the mountain to do some shopping."
Ye Shenshen thought about it over and over, but he couldn't think of a reason for it. He had a headache and said "Okay" casually.
The two of them were dressed differently. They wore blue robes, their dark hair was tied up, and a sword hung at their waists. They looked like proper immortal cultivators without appearing high-profile.
The villages and towns at the foot of Yulong Peak are far away from the capital. According to common sense, after Youshi, not many people are still open in the small shops in the streets. Today, I encountered a ghost. The bright moon has been high for a long time, but no one has closed their doors early. Lanterns can be seen everywhere. The house is bright and festive.
"Master, why are there so many people here so late?" Ye Chen wondered.
Congran stopped in front of a jewelry shop and said, "Has it been too late? Today is the Ghost Festival."
Ye Chen choked on his own saliva and gasped intermittently. The Hungry Ghost Festival...it turned out to be the Hungry Ghost Festival. He rubbed his eyes. Maybe he was used to living in a cold palace, with no sorrow, no joy, and no hope.
, the bustling bustle is unfamiliar.
"Choose a few things." Cong Ran picked up the hairpin and looked at it for a few times.
"Uh? Huh?"
Ye Chen blinked his eyes stupidly.
In his previous life, he had been focusing on revenge. He had no idea what the little master liked, so he forced what he loved on the little master. He remembered that he once bought a red jade hairpin for the little master and asked her to wear it.
What came was scoldings to the point of utterance.
Although Ye Chen prefers beauties paired with big names, he doesn’t want to be scolded again!
This time...
"Disciple, I see that the tassel is missing from the Master's sword. Why don't you just keep it?"
He specially chose a cyan sword tassel, and the Sui Feng sword happened to be silver-white, fresh and elegant, which suited the young master's cold temperament and did not damage her image.
Cong Ran stared into his eyes for a long time without saying a word.
"Master, you don't like it?" Ye Chen was stunned. He changed to a tooth-white hairpin and asked again, "What about this one?"
Cong Ran wandered his eyes and continued to look at himself quietly.
Ye Chen scratched his head and picked out a bunch of clean-colored accessories and showed them to the young master one by one, "This, this, what about this?"
"I want this for my master." Cong Ran shook his head, sighed, and picked up a red jade hairpin from the table.
True... true red? Or a hairpin!?
While Ye Chen was dumbfounded, Cong Ran not only checked out and picked up the goods, but also put the hairpin in his hair. The strange thing was that the sudden color appeared on the little master, and there was no sense of disobedience.
This made Ye Chen couldn't help but look at it a few more times.
Before Cong Ran returned to save the world, he did not forget to warn Ye Chen: "Don't forget to punish me when you go back. You will hand it over to your teacher in three days."
Ye Chen's mouth twitched. The rules of salvation were copied in the past life and copied in this life. When can I stop copying them? He was extremely reluctant in his heart, but he still answered.