Jiuyuan Continent, a land in the north, as the months approach the end of the year, the vastness and desolation of all things in the world are revealed. A strong wind wakes up the night, and where the thousand-year-old icebergs are, silver snakes dance in the wax elephant mountains. The ice on the bridge below has just begun to form, and the streets are covered with ice.
The Master is perfect, even though the plum blossoms are in full bloom alone, no one will stay for a moment longer.
Counting the days, the new year is coming.
It was supposed to be a busy time to prepare for the new year, but no one was playing or smiling, and all the sects were extremely busy. The elders studied magic formations and stayed in the house for eight or ten days without going out.
The current situation was only caused by Fuyao Immortal Lord's words.
[Let me cut off your billions of stars with one sword. I will cut off the stars with my sword and look down upon the world. No matter how many gods or demons offend my race, I will kill them no matter how far away they are! Throughout the ages, I cannot guarantee how many descendants will rise, but the remaining ones will.
His power is enough to protect the human race. Just let us fight in this battle!]
Rumor has it that the battle for the heir of the previous generation of Daxia Demon Clan was extremely fierce. Leng Moyun, who finally won, killed his own brother with his own hands. He drove the prince crazy, made his brother stupid, and used all means to kill this generation of emperor's heir.
Wither.
One is a fool, one is blind and deaf, and the other is more optimistic but has disabled legs.
Ye Chen appreciates this aspect of the Demon Lord and has no mercy. He will kill anyone who blocks his path to becoming an emperor, even his brothers.
It was also because the other party was violent and sinister, so Ye Chen chose to kill Leng Moyun directly instead of imprisoning him and letting him live.
Within Qian Lin Sect
Leader Xiaojiang thanked the group of people who traveled thousands of miles to get here.
On a cold day, Ye Chen breathed in the heat and wrapped himself in tight clothes. He followed the little master from beginning to end. She walked and he walked, she stopped and he stopped. He would not ask too much about the reason, just so quiet.
Accompany you.
The Qianlin Sect's Taoist uniforms were black and red, and Cong Ran looked young in appearance, which made his figure look even better when he put it on. Ye Chen couldn't help but look at it a few more times.
Ye Wan, who was following not far away, happened to see him, and his dark eyes darkened a bit.
They followed Xiaojiang to the meeting hall. After Ran and Xiaojiang entered, Ye Chen and others were all waiting outside.
Seeing that the people sitting there were all familiar faces, Cong Ran didn't bother to twist around and chose an open space to sit down.
"I don't know if Yu Longfeng has any secret work, but Eternal Snow and Salvation have already had the secret work of the Soul Killing Cult. Now, we have come here specially, and we suspect that the Qianlin Sect may also have some secret work." Cong Ran walked straight in, and a cold voice echoed in the meeting hall.
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The low-pitched discussions around her suddenly stopped, and everyone looked at her one after another. Some looked at her with disdain, while others were deep in thought. Most of them were waiting for what she was going to say next.
Xiaojiang sat not too far away from Ran. He rubbed the cold tabletop and asked, "What should I say?"
Cong Ran asked: "Whoever has access to the core information of the sect must be careful."
Xiaojiang was about to answer when the young man holding a folding fan beside him said, "Don't worry, Immortal Fuyao. The head master is afraid of revisiting the tragedy, so he has replaced countless batches of trustworthy disciples.
But this time, it was the direct disciples who were replaced, and the time lasted longer than before. As you know, everyone is busy with the war, and the behavior of the two young disciples is the same as usual. The possibility that they are doing it carefully is slim."
"It makes sense, but it's also unreasonable." Cong Ran was retorted, and she raised her eyes without hesitation. She half-leaned on the back of the chair, crossed her legs and crossed her arms, looking at the other person with squinted eyes, looking very frivolous, "Demon
The clan has always used any means to improve their cultivation, and the same is true for the current Demon Lord Leng Moyun. Among them, the terrifying forbidden technique of return and destruction, he is very good at using it."
For a moment, everyone present stared at Cong Ran's face, looking like they couldn't grasp the point.
One person was unconvinced and said: "You are kidding, no one can bear the backlash of forbidden arts. Until now, there is only one senior who has mastered the door of life and death, but when he traveled to the past and came back, people were dumbfounded and their mouths were broken.
I thought to myself, 'It's hard to go against God's will, life and death are determined by God, it can't be changed, it can't be changed'."
"Yes, did the Immortal Master make a mistake? Perhaps he mistook other spells for Guiji." Another person nodded in agreement.
"oh?"
Cong Ran raised her brows even higher, she seemed to be smiling, her eyes were filled with light, and the fierceness at the end of her eyes made people's hearts tremble, and then she heard a loud "Boom——", and she was left alone in the hall.
middle.
It was accompanied by visceral blood. The man who fell to the ground was half dead, with blood all over his body. He was facing the ground, with his long hair covering his head, and he looked like an evil ghost.
In an instant, there was a lot of noise, panic, curses, people stood up and pulled tables and chairs, and there were sounds of hitting the table and causing cups and bottles to shake and fall to the ground.
"Immortal Lord, are you going to show us a dead person?" The young man holding the folding fan was trembling with anger.
"Dead man? What I'm showing you is the destruction of the forbidden technique." Congran glanced away coldly and saw that the young man was about to come up to question him. She summoned Shenwu Wuqiu and slapped the "dead man" hard without saying a word.
"this……"
Everyone inhaled with toothache, listening to the cane whip being hit on the "dead man" accurately one after another. Strangely, "the dead man moved". His fingers suddenly dug into the wooden floor, and the next second, his whole body twitched.
, as if he was suffering from epilepsy, but he didn't even make a sound of pain.
It's not the reaction of a living person at all.
"Master, what is going on..." Someone was so disgusted that he covered his mouth and nose and asked Xiaojiang.
"I, I don't know either." Xiao Jiang was confused.
After the last heavy blow, the "dead man's" reaction became much more violent. A gash was opened in his neck, and the human skin was torn apart. There was no texture of flesh, and the bones could be seen directly. There was a red stick at the cervical vertebrae.
The needle is set inside.
Cong Ran wiped the blood stains on Wu Qiu with a handkerchief and explained: "Gui Mie is actually the name of the red needle. If the caster can improve his nature, this technique will no longer control people's minds, but kill."
Kill him and use his skin and bones to make a complete person out, controlled by Gui Mie."
The young man shook his fan, glanced at the "dead man" who was beaten into a bloody mess with disgust, and said: "Why should we kill him if we can just control him directly? Isn't it troublesome?"
"If a person is not dead, sooner or later the annihilation in the body will break through. One or two will be fine, but what if there are more. The caster does not want to have long nights and dreams, so all possibilities are cut off. It is a pity that the Demon Lord has a hard life, and this kind of death cannot be achieved." Cong Ran turned around.
He held his wrists and looked regretful.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a person. She was wearing quite revealing clothes. She wore a bright red silk skirt with a very low neckline, revealing her plump breasts. Her face was like a hibiscus, and her eyebrows were like willows. Congran straightened the tea lid and had a good look at it.
After a few glances, the girl's eyes were more charming than those of a fox, her skin was like snow, and her black hair was pulled into a high bun.
At this time, the sun shines in, falling on her blue hair, and her red lips are beautiful.
She and Cong Ran looked at each other and smiled: "How did you confirm that it was the Demon Lord?"
Xiaojiang frowned and gently pulled the girl's sleeves. In this mixed human world, the strong are respected, so no one in the world disrespects Fuyao Immortal. Even the current saints must respect the Immortal.
A little girl like her is so unruly.
"What's your name?" Cong Ran didn't seem to expect anyone to question her.
The girl in red raised her head and said, "Wuzhinan."
If only her eyebrows were tougher and she had a spear in her hand, Ran Hu would be curious about how she went to the battlefield to kill the enemy bravely.
Cong Ran played with the vine whip, never raising his eyes again, and said: "Wu Qianqiu's old and immortal child? No wonder, he has become such a virtuous person. Five hundred years ago, the emperor ordered me and your father to guard the border areas.
.The Demon Lord appeared once, and there were countless casualties in that battle. Countless people were killed and killed, so much so that they killed each other afterwards. And in that battle... I lost my most trustworthy subordinate."
Xiaojiang reacted the most violently. He crushed the lid of the teacup and made a cut, causing a few drops of blood to flow out.
After hearing this, Wu Zhinan's brows furrowed and her lips moved as she tried to defend herself, but when she heard Cong Ran sneer, she became angry and saw the other person looking at her, as if he was watching a joke again.
Cong Ran said: "Leng Moyun, the ninth prince of Daxia. He is young and his methods are very insidious. I am here to tell you that he can not only destroy, but can even five or six forbidden arts. Otherwise, how could he do it?"
In just three years, he spent half his life cultivating, and he became a sick man who couldn't leave the house and had to rely on constant input of demonic energy to maintain his life?"
After all, she was a person who had lived two lifetimes. It took her a little time to understand the past of Demon Lord Leng Moyun.
Hateful people must have pity.
There are tragic stories and unmentionable reverses. Because his mother and concubine suddenly became favored, he was hated by the emperor's brother when he was young and ignorant, and he tried every means to humiliate him. During that period, he tried his best to survive. His mother and concubine were
The softest and most fragile place in his heart, but the person who can listen and protect him is no longer there, so he becomes even more cruel, killing those who have wronged him, like a devil crawling out of the abyss. There is no need to clean up, and there is no way to clean up.
The dark ghost.
Even though Ye Chen, Cong Ran's good apprentice in her previous life, killed Leng Moyun and the body was indeed burned to ashes, she still felt that Leng Moyun was not dead and continued to live in the world in a special way.
But if he hadn't died, why didn't he come to Ye Chen to seek revenge in his previous life and let him live happily and remain the emperor for hundreds of years?
This doesn't make sense.
A few idle people were hanging around and eavesdropping. Ye Chen put his ear against the door and rolled his eyes many times with a frown on his face. Without asking, he knew that he had been listening for a long time and didn't hear anything clearly.
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Xue Yiran came over, listened vaguely for a while, and asked: "How is it? What is being said in it?"
Ye Chen's feet slipped and he grabbed the door handle to steady himself. He sighed: "Little Master, please ask Master Xiao to pay more attention these days."
Xue Yiran's face turned dark suddenly, and she stared at him strangely for a while. The atmosphere was deadlocked. Ye Chen looked confused, thinking that what he just said didn't offend anyone. He could just fall out with him, but he didn't know where it came from.
Problem.
"They didn't say anything else?" Xue Yiran asked suspiciously.
"What's that look in your eyes? Come and listen for yourself. Anyway, I heard a rustling sound. People who didn't know better would have thought that a group of rats were out." Ye Chen squatted here for a long time and did not hear the important content.
, I feel a little angry in my heart.
Xue Yiran patted her clothes and said coolly: "For the first time, it makes sense even for those who are deaf."
"Huh? You're the one!"
"Stop, stop arguing." Liu Ningning came to the rescue.
Wu Zhinan opened the door from inside, followed by Cong Ran. What they saw as soon as they came out was this scene. One of the two black faces was anxious to persuade, and the other stood some distance away, looking at the branches.
The plum blossoms are fascinating to see.
From Ranfu'e, there is a sense of déjà vu that it is not easy to raise children.
She said helplessly: "You still don't know his temper?"
"I know, I know. After hearing this, I still feel uncomfortable. If I feel uncomfortable, I want to fight." Ye Chen's face turned red. He didn't know whether he was angry or blown by the wind.
Xue Yiran has a temper that gets explosive at the slightest point. Hearing the provocative words, he rolled up his sleeves uncontrollably: "Come on, who is afraid of whom?"
"You two, please calm down." Liu Ningning looked up to the sky and sighed three times!
After breaking a plum blossom, the delicate fragrance lingered on her fingertips. Ye Wan crushed the petals without mercy and said quietly: "When they have had enough trouble, they will stop."
Wu Zhinan sneered in his heart: The disciples taught by the Immortal Master were mediocre, but I thought they were different.
"Little girl, you need to change your temper." Cong Ran put a hand on her shoulder, pretending to be an elder, "Your father is too outspoken, and the emperor can't stand it. Seeing how old he is,
Let him retire early and return home. According to common sense, at his age, it will not be a problem for him to go to the battlefield."
"Senior is right." Wu Zhinan blinked.
"Of course, if you want to follow your father's old path, I can't stop you even if you want. My hands are not that long, and you are not my disciple." Congran took back his hand and put the belt hanging on her arm on his shoulder.
"Also, little girl, please don't wear such revealing clothes. What if you meet a deceitful disciple? You will definitely say that you have cultivation, but forget about your three-legged cat's kung fu."
Wu Zhinan: "..."
"Let's go, I have something to explain to my apprentice." Cong Ran thought she was reluctant to let go, so he patted her shoulder and urged.
The latter bowed and disappeared from the spot with a swipe of oil on his legs and feet.
Ye Chen, who was still glaring at Xue Yiran just now, ready to fight, moved to Cong Ran's side, and knew that the big red beauty had left before he saw her.
He couldn't help but curl his eyes and said jokingly: "Master Niu, Wu Zhinan, the little bully of the Wu family, has been made docile by you. Look at how deflated he is. It's really good."
Cong Ran said nothing, and she took the four of them to the residence arranged by Xiaojiang. Since they had something to discuss, Ye Chen and her stayed in the same room for the time being.
There is a plum tree outside the house, and you can only smell the fragrance by pushing the window open. Ran originally wanted to open the window to the maximum, but for some reason, only a small gap was opened. Even so, the biting cold wind still hit his face.
She twitched the corner of her mouth and covered the window firmly.
Cong Ran turned to Ye Chen and asked, "What, do you know Miss Wu?"
"Enemy's road is narrow, enemy's road is narrow." Ye Chen picked up a dry rag and wiped the table and chairs. He smiled mischievously. He thought about it and sat cross-legged on the chair. "On the third day after going down the mountain, I ran into Wu Zhinan.
She was making things difficult for a hawker, so she went up to join in the fun. Later I found out that the hawker was dishonest and took more money from the girl. After all, it was me who bumped into her that time, and I wanted to apologize, but ended up inviting her to a restaurant.
, I was rejected, so I was so angry that I went to punish her. Then...then I got a pot of dog blood poured on my body, which smelled very fishy and made people look at it as a joke."
"Yeah." Congran responded.
Ye Chen touched his nose, as he was used to pouring tea for her, but before his outstretched hand touched the teapot, Cong Ran turned around, grabbed his wrist first, and shook his head at him: "This is the situation now. , Salvation is already an isolated sect and it will take a long time to see whether the Qianlin Sect is an enemy or a friend."
"If it doesn't hinder us from doing things, it doesn't matter whether we are friends or foes?" Ye Chen smiled and patted the back of her hand, took the empty cup in front of him and poured a cup of tea, "If you don't want to drink it, just pour it and warm your hands. .”
He pushed it over and never refused again.
The person in the tea was really touching. Her dark eyes were like the morning stars on the top of the Cangshan Mountain. Every time Ye Chen looked at her, he would always feel inexplicable guilt and inferiority. Of course, he had been waiting for these eyes. The owner of the eyes followed him, but every time he looked back, the direction he was looking at was not him.
Ye Chen felt empty in his heart, but when faced with Cong Ran's doubts, he pretended not to care and avoided looking at her awkwardly, but somewhere she couldn't see, his earrings were red.
"The people from the Demon Soul Killing Cult are probably coming soon." Cong Ran knocked on the table to signal Ye Chen to come back to his senses and tell him all the news he had just learned.
Ye Chenwei had seen the war five hundred years ago, and learned from others that it was a catastrophe that wiped out almost half of the world of cultivation. The spectacular ruins lay in the dust, and those who once sheltered under them Everything was destroyed by the collapse.
Maybe the hall where we prayed to the gods was too late to be rebuilt, and the disasters that year were numerous and terrible.
All life and vegetation in the border valley were destroyed by the hurricane. A few bold disciples made an appointment to go to Yunhai Peak, but never came back. The leader and the elders went to find out what was going on, and found someone at the bottom of the valley. The corpse looked like it was hard and dead. Horrible.
However, when the elders left the valley bottom, the hurricane seemed to have spiritual consciousness. Like the countless black claws hidden in the dark, it first froze in place for a moment, and then began to spin in the direction of the elders like crazy.
The twisting black hurricane was like a bandit messing around. Under exhaustion, the hurricane gradually faded and started to disperse.
Fortunately, no one lost their life, but they were seriously injured, and some of them were permanently disabled.
Especially the head of Xiaojiang, who had gone through hell back then, might have turned a lot green when he heard Cong Ran mention this matter.
"The Soul Killing Cult has wiped out many sects, but only a few are famous. Unless Qianlin Sect has colluded with the demons, why would he want to harm us?" Ye Chen helped with the analysis.
Cong Ran woke up the dreamer with words. She found a fan from somewhere and tapped it on Ye Chen's head: "The fish will always take the bait, you just need to add some ingredients."
In his previous life, my little master acted just and aboveboard, but I didn't expect that he would actually like calculations in this life.
The bitter fragrance on her body seemed to be absent, the tassels hanging from the handle of the fan were slightly swaying, and a bright red gleam came into her eyes.
Ye Chen chuckled: She really loves the color red.
The whole day was peaceful. Cong Ran sat by the window and magically took out a few books and threw them to Ye Chen. He took them with both hands, opened them and glanced at them briefly, feeling sleepy. .
Ye Chen, who was holding his head and his eyelids were about to close, suddenly heard a commotion outside. He shook his head, stood up and opened the window, and met a person who almost bumped into him.
Xue Yiran's nose turned red from the cold. He took out the scroll from the spirit bag and showed it to Ye Chen. He panted and said, "Immortal Lord, Master Xiao wants us to arrange a barrier for him."
Cong Ran took a sip of hot tea and put the white fan on the table. The red tassels froze with the blowing wind: "Then you go, I believe in the strength of you, the young village owner. If there is any problem,
If you can't contact me, you can contact Xiao Shen."
Ye Chen's expression changed drastically, and he turned around to look at Cong Ran almost in shock.
The other party tilted his head slightly and smiled: "What's the problem?"
There is a big problem!
Why did it have to be him? The young master could have allowed himself or sister to go, but if Xue Yiran had second thoughts...
Ye Chen took a deep breath, obviously paying attention to his tone, but he still had the feeling of gritting his teeth when he spoke: "If I can help Master, I will be very happy."
Wan Guxue has always had a good relationship with Salvation, including his friends, which shocked Ye Chen. So is the trust that the young master has in him also a mystery?