At this time, Mo Qingfeng had led six of his fellow sect members to teleport, hide reality and enter illusion, and used exquisite Taoist techniques to open a door in the deepest part of the dark forest outside the school grounds, leading to the most secret place in the sect - the sacred object.
Secret room.
This secret room is completely opened by Taoism, and it looks like an ethereal illusion. In addition to the profound Taoism, it can only be opened by the master of the Taoism. It also requires the sect master to put a passable seal on his body before he can come and go. This place is where the sect master and the seven disciples are.
It is the most closely guarded secret in the world, and none of the disciples in the sect know it.
The illusion that stretches underground is long and dark. It lacks a lot of elegance and elegance, and is instead as gloomy as an evil realm. However, Mo Qingfeng and the other seven have long been accustomed to it, and they took Mie Canglan, who was still releasing strange cold air, straight into the depths of the secret room.
.I saw a bright light suddenly opening in the endless darkness ahead, and the shape gradually emerged. It was a cave sky, and the light came from a huge furnace in the center of the high platform.
Everyone's faces were illuminated by dark golden firelight, and the warmth that penetrated into their blood vessels spread endlessly everywhere. It was the heat transmitted by the divine fire that never went out in the furnace. Everyone felt that the lingering coldness in their bodies was slightly better, and the leader
Mo Qingfeng then put down Mie Canglan and straightened his clothes, turned around and saluted the corner of the cave sky, "Sect Master, I'm a little... in trouble."
"Me?" Tianzhidao turned his back to everyone, his Taoist robes were fluttering, his words were calm, and he didn't know what he was admiring in front of the rough dark gold wall, "I'm not troublesome at all."
"It's to destroy Canglan." He knew that the sect leader was always joking, but Mo Qingfeng was in no mood to compare with Tian who was more humorous, and said solemnly, "Not to mention whether the Yuanling of this young man is Li Huo, now
And I found something evil and dark about him."
"Oh?" Tianzhi knew it well. He naturally had an insight into everything that happened in the school here, and then immediately ordered Mo Qingfeng and others to bring Mie Canglan here. At the moment, he seems to be the most calm.
A little cold sweat broke out on the face of the first disciple. Who knows, his tone was still leisurely when he walked over, "Are you talking about the black energy coming out of his right hand?"
"Yes." Mo Qingfeng nodded and said, "From the disciple's humble point of view, the black energy is full of evil and dark energy, which is not something possessed by Taoist practice at all, and the power inside is constantly flowing and seems to be expanding. The disciple is worried...
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"What are you worried about?" Tianzhu suddenly interrupted, looking at Mo Qingfeng coldly with a needle-like gaze, and then sighed softly, closing his eyes as if he was impatient, "It's what the Book of Heaven said again... Why is Canglan destroyed like this?
Once it catches my eye, will all the distant prophecies in the secret book come true?"
Mo Qingfeng couldn't say anything anymore, he just couldn't stop thinking about the secret sentence in the book that day, "Black energy is born in the palm, and it goes straight towards the heavenly wolf. The evil spirit Yuanling, the big dream is about to awaken."
"Sure enough, even the ice on the thousand-year-old snow mountain is not as pure as the cold air on his body." God didn't know what Mo Qingfeng was thinking, but he deliberately ignored it and actually sincerely admired the cold air on Mie Canglan's body.
, "I have been searching for the best raw materials to refine holy objects, but I can't find them right in front of me. What a mistake."
Mo Qingfeng sighed softly, turned around and said, "Sect Master, are we going to extract the cold energy from Canglan's body right now?"
"Okay." Tian Zhizhi stood quietly with his hands behind his hands, looking up at the huge furnace. The dark golden fire illuminated his face, which made him look sacred and distant. "Let's drain his inner energy bit by bit."
"...Yes." Mo Qingfeng felt something stuck in his throat, and turned around to signal Nian Yue to come forward. Since it was the plan she proposed that day, she should naturally take action. The principle of refining the essence of a living person is to empty out the inner energy.
In other words, it consumes life force and takes away people's lifespan. This kind of thing is naturally the most suitable thing to do in those days when people have a strong heart.
When Yue Qianqian walked away, Jiaoran laughed and said, "Strange, how can you have compassion for this useless person?"
Mo Qingfeng frowned and led everyone back, never saying what he said back then.
On the high platform, in the light of the fire, only the moon and the comatose Mie Canglan were left. The young man's life was like a lonely boat in the wind and rain. Such frequent fainting had not taken away his life. This picture of a completely useless body
It is as stubborn as a weed.
Back then, the moon reflected the light of the fire, like a bright snow girl surrounded by the karma fire of hell. Her fingers gently touched the cheek of the young man on the ground. She felt a tingling coldness, but did not see the stiffness of his skin. It was actually the coldness that spread peacefully from the inside out.
"Is it really you..." Nian Yue, who turned her back to everyone, had an expressionless face. The innocent girl's cold smile disappeared immediately, and her eyebrows were tightly knitted, as if she was sensing the shocking fact. But her hands kept moving.
, when he kept caressing the young man's cheek, the true energy was already flowing. Such superb true energy was poured into the body of Mie Canglan, who was like an empty shell and had no power. Naturally, it caused a severe painful feeling, and forcibly opened the young man's body.
The heart pulse, looking for the inner energy that is no different from ordinary people, peels off the heavy cold air, gradually becomes a bundle, and slowly melts into the fingers of the moon.
Nian Yue raised her arm lightly, and held her fingers together at an angle, like dancing a sword with her bare hands, bringing up a ray of cold white light, like mist and water, as if there was something or not. The firelight flashed on the face like ice and snow, and Mie Canglan under Nian Yue's hand
While unconscious, he also felt the pain of being forcibly searched, and his body began to convulse slightly.
"Master...Master..." Mie Canglan was silent at first, but suddenly his lips and teeth were slightly opened, and he spat out words like a patient murmuring on his deathbed.
"Well..." Nian Yue raised her voice lightly, looking at Mie Canglan's pained face, her smile gradually appeared as if she were appreciating a beautiful thing. She was as beautiful as a celestial being, and her gentle voice responded lightly, "Good disciple, you are
Are you calling me a teacher?"
He was gentle and his voice was gentle, but the movements of Nian Yue's hands were merciless. He searched for Mie Canglan's inner essence without even a trace of hesitation. He smiled as the pain on his face increased layer by layer, until the cold essence wrapped around his fingers became stronger and stronger.
It's getting thicker and thicker, like a thick layer of white ice.
Nian Yue stood up slowly and heard Mie Canglan's continuous murmurs. She smiled and stepped over the young man's body and walked straight to the furnace. Her teeth and red lips murmured, reciting ancient and mysterious spells, which was definitely not like Qing Ya.
A cultivator is actually like the evil witch from ancient times. She murmured a curse, and with a slight movement of her fingers, a white mist like a blind dragon swirled softly up, climbed to the top of the furnace, and plunged into the darkness.
In the golden firelight.
Suddenly the sound of hunting was heard in the secret room, and the cold ice dragon was seen spinning and rushing into the furnace, its tail connected to the slender jade fingers that Yue held high, until the last trace of cold air was pulled away from her fingers, and all of them were integrated into the furnace.
The dark golden flames were like the eyes of an animal that kept blinking. It went back and forth between light and dark several times before returning to normal. However, the color was mixed with a hint of coldness, and hissing sounds continued to come out of the eight furnace mouths.
Nian Yue smiled and twirled her hair, and suddenly she realized that there was someone standing next to her. She knew it was someone who didn't know it without looking, "Sect Master, you are indeed the best Han Qi. It's a pity that this useless kid can't practice martial arts, otherwise even if he has a little bit of talent, he won't be able to do it."
You can become an absolute genius through cultivation."
"Why, are you also feeling sorry for this material for refining holy objects?" Tianzhi smiled slightly, and the dark golden firelight shone in his bottomless pupils, making people inexplicably uneasy.
"Why are you regretful?" Nian Yue blinked, her face as crystal clear as a snow girl showing the innocence of a girl. "It can be used as a material for refining holy objects. What else is there to regret? I feel honored for this child."
"Nian Yue, your mouth is just like the sting on the scorpion's tail." Tianzhi curled up the corners of his mouth, and suddenly came closer to Nian Yue, almost making eye contact with her. Nian Yue lightly dodged and walked towards the lips and teeth that were still squirming in pain.
Mie Canglan couldn't help but bend down and said, "This child keeps calling me master."
"He has also reached the age of emotion." Tian didn't know what to say, which caused the other six disciples to feel moved in their hearts, and they looked at the strangest master-disciple pair in the world with some disbelief.
"If you throw away this useless skill, you are doomed to die..." Nian Yue smiled softly, stroking Mie Canglan's black hair with her cold fingers, "Mie Canglan is a lovely person after all."
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