After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect

Chapter 111 110. An unexpected surprise, the blood of nightmares (3.3K words - please subscribe)

Luoxia Bamboo Island.

In the formation.

Song Yan raised his sleeves and took out a dark broken sword, holding it in front of Yu Xuanwei, and then said: "I have been to the ancient teleportation formation. The formation is damaged. It should be caused by this sword."

After that, he recalled briefly and said: "The damage should be a scratch as thick as a human arm, as if the formation pattern on its surface has been wiped off a line."

Yu Xuanwei looked at the broken sword quietly and asked: "Senior, can you lend it to me for a look."

Song Yan threw it away.

Yu Xuanwei took it, put her two fingers together like green onions, gently brushed the body of the broken sword, then raised it, looked at the wound of the broken sword, and was silent for a long time, then looked up at Song Yan again, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Song Yan said: "I know you don't trust me, even though I helped the Su family to stab the fox as Hua Rong. You still think I used the Su family to achieve my own goals while they were fighting with Grandma Fox."

Yu Xuanwei sighed and said: "But if what Gu Huangzi said is true, the fox and wolf tribes have already invaded. And the senior is now by my side. Then the junior seems to have no choice. Whether from the perspective of Jianmen or from a personal perspective, there is no choice."

She handed the broken sword back, and then said: "It was recorded in the ancient records of my Jianmen that the first headmaster was teleported here by the ancient teleportation array, and the source of my Jianmen is also on the other side of the teleportation array.

However, why the ancient teleportation array was destroyed and why its location was deliberately hidden is a mystery.

But when I saw this sword, I already understood that the ancient teleportation array must have been destroyed by the first headmaster of our Jianmen.

Because this sword is recorded in the ancient records of our sect. This is the sword worn by the headmaster, named Wuwo Sword.

When the headmaster first arrived, he fought with a demon.

That battle was dark and gloomy.

The headmaster won the battle, but his sword was lost.

In this way.

I can guess a little about the situation at that time, but I don’t know whether it is wise to repair the ancient teleportation array. "

Song Yan also fell silent.

The broken sword, coupled with the records of the Jianmen Ancient Records, the situation at that time was indeed quite clear: the founding headmaster of Nanwu Jianmen may have escaped from the ancient teleportation array, and a demon fled here with him, and was then killed by him.

The broken sword of the headmaster destroyed the ancient teleportation array, but hid its location, because he didn't want future generations to repair the teleportation array and return to the north.

This is the most logical guess.

And what this guess reflects is also very obvious - the other side of the ancient teleportation array is not safe.

Song Yan thought for a moment, and suddenly asked: "Does your Jianmen Ancient Records record what realm the founding master was in?"

Yu Xuanwei said: "The ancient records say that the founding master struggled to find the Purple Palace realm, but never broke through, and died of old age. So he should be in the late stage of the Crimson Palace realm."

Song Yan asked again: "How long ago?"

Yu Xuanwei said: "A thousand years."

Song Yan said: "No matter what is on the other side of the ancient teleportation array, since it has been a thousand years, things have long been different. And now the Three Kingdoms may face the invasion of the entire mountain and sea monster tribe, and they will be destroyed. I sincerely hope that Miss Yu can repair the ancient teleportation array as soon as possible."

Yu Xuanwei nodded and said: "What the senior said is very true, and the junior also knows the importance, but..."

She raised her beautiful eyes slightly and looked into the distance.

The sharp whistling sound in front did not stop. Now many Jianmen disciples are injured and dead, and many evil leather shadows are falling like rain.

Song Yan said, "Don't worry."

Yu Xuanwei was stunned and asked, "Why?"

Song Yan said, "The elders did not go to Konglan Mountain. Soon, the demon cultivators who came to attack will be attacked from both sides."

Yu Xuanwei opened her mouth in astonishment, nodded for a long time, and asked curiously, "How did the senior know?"

Song Yan said, "I sent a letter."

Yu Xuanwei:

Song Yan glanced around and said in a deep voice, "Remember my words. Once there is a chance, secretly repair the ancient teleportation array. This is the only way out."

After that, he quickly stood up and was about to leave decisively.

He didn't have much time left.

And his goal has been exceeded.

First, he solved Gu Huangzi and had the opportunity to "control the Puppet Sect" to a certain extent;

Second, he established normal contact with Yu Xuanwei and reached a consensus;

Third, he threw out a fait accompli, that is,

Song Yan has successfully digested the "King Tiger Blood". Even if you catch me and kill me again, you can't get the "King Tiger Blood" out of my body.

In this case, is there any point in you chasing me?

This is why he revealed his true face and asked Yu Xuanwei to record it.

He wanted to see what the Fox and Wolf tribes would do after getting this news.

As for now, he wanted to hide back to a "low status and power" safely.

The war has always been: soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals, kings against kings.

Assassination is: kings against generals, generals against soldiers

But as weak as the White Embroidered Tiger, it would never provoke troubles of the level of the Fox and Wolf tribes. Just like if someone wanted to assassinate Gu Huangzi, they would definitely not aim at the paper figure that seemed to be a "decoration" in the aisle.

From beginning to end, Song Yan did not mention that "he wanted to obtain the inheritance of the formation".

If the Shizuo Weng in front of him was a member of the Demon Sect instead of a disciple of the Sword Sect, then he might have threatened him directly, because he knew that the disciples of the Demon Sect would most likely surrender because of fear of death.

But this method has a low success rate for Jianmen disciples.

Junior Sister Xiaojiu, Su Yao, Mr. Su San, and the disciples of Nanwu Jianmen taught him a good lesson: there are indeed people in this world who still have integrity and are unyielding.

On the other side, Yu Xuanwei saw the demon suddenly enter the formation, but just said a few words and was about to leave. She was moved, and her mind flashed "the elder who reported the news mentioned by the demon", "the demon entered the formation but did not attack her", plus the previous "Hua Rong's identity helped the Thorn Fox Alliance", and "this demon seems to know some magic of the Sword Sect".

Yu Xuanwei suddenly bit her lip and said, "Senior, please stay."

Song Yan paused and frowned, "What else?"

Yu Xuanwei said, "I see that the senior seems to be very good at soul power, so I would like to ask the senior to take a look at my father, the current head of the Nanwu Sword Sect, Shui Bo Jian Huang."

She looked at Song Yan seriously and said, "If there is still one person who can help my father at this moment, it must be the senior."

After speaking, she bowed deeply.

Song Yan thought for a while and said, "Okay."

The bamboo forest was dense, and the dark green and light green clustered into a narrow road.

At the end of the road, the door of the hall was tightly closed.

Here is the "blind box" belonging to Nanwu Jianmen.

A "blind box" that no one dared to open.

Click.

Squeak

The "blind box" opened.

The door of the hall opened, and a bright area mixed with sunlight and red light gradually expanded from a line to a column, and then opened completely.

In the hall, a figure with a lowered head gradually emerged on the futon.

Look again!

That is not a figure, it is clearly a skeleton.

As the door opened, a certain barrier seemed to have reached a critical point, making a crisp "click" shattering sound, and then, behind the thick red pillars in the hall, there was a strange rustling sound.

"Dad!!!"

Yu Xuanwei looked at the skeleton. Although she had been afraid thousands of times and was mentally prepared, she still couldn't help crying out in pain when she really saw that her father was dead.

Song Yan's eyes fell on the red pillar, and the rustling sound became clearer. After a thought, something jumped out.

That thing was very fast, but Song Yan could see it clearly.

It was a red snake!

No!

It was not a snake, but a demon.

But it was not a demon, but a flowing demon that had become a liquid.

The chaotic and gloomy aura emanating from it was many times stronger than the demon.

The next moment, the demon liquid rushed out and flew into the air quickly. In the air, the "red snake head" tore apart again and went to the two people! It was greedy to fight for the bodies of the two people.

Seven days after the soul died, the main soul left, leaving behind the soul fragments containing cause and effect.

If this soul fragment encounters the mysterious energy, and is in a dense or closed place, it is easy to become a demon;

If there is no mysterious energy, or in a scattered or open place, it will be a lonely ghost.

The demon is uncontrollable.

The shadow puppets only summoned lonely ghosts.

The so-called "evil spirit" in Song Yan's body is "evil mysterious", a special mysterious spirit, not a crazy evil ghost.

At this time, seeing the extremely rare evil liquid rushing towards him, Song Yan gently raised his left hand, and a nine-eyed harp-boa shadow puppet flew up immediately. This shadow puppet was a soulless shadow puppet, which was reserved by Song Yan.

He raised his right hand and summoned the soul of the evil liquid, trying to make it enter the nine-eyed harp-boa shadow puppet.

The trajectory of the evil liquid in mid-air was slightly twisted, and it tilted towards the shadow puppet, but. Halfway, it suddenly turned and continued to shoot at Song Yan and Yu Xuanwei. Obviously, compared with the nine-eyed harp-boa shadow puppet, these two life forms attracted it more.

Song Yan lost his patience, his left hand suddenly turned red, and then he grabbed the evil liquid and roughly stuffed it into the nine-eyed harp-boa shadow puppet, and then suppressed it crazily with the slave soul method.

After entering the body and being enslaved by the soul, the evil liquid struggled for a few times and then stopped moving.

Yu Xuanwei could only watch with her eyelids twitching

Song Yan quickly put it into the storage bag, thinking about whether to change this thing into the body of Fox Grandma, but he gave up the idea in an instant.

He could swallow shadow puppets, but not this kind of evil shadow puppet.

This thing is pure chaos. It can be thrown out as a bomb to cause damage, but it is extremely uncontrollable.

"Thank you, senior." Yu Xuanwei thanked him, and then said sadly, "Please keep it secret and don't let anyone know that the Water Master Sword Emperor is dead."

Song Yan was ready to agree, but he glanced and saw a bowl on the ground of a food cave. Although the soup in the bowl was dry, there was still a trace of smell wafting out.

He sniffed it gently and smelled the smell of "Decoction of the Withered Leaf Sword Master to Repair the Soul Toxin".

No one else could do it.

Looking at the tragically dead Shui Bo Sword Emperor again, Song Yan suddenly said: "I wonder what kind of demon blood Shui Bo Sword Emperor used to determine the third palace?"

Yu Xuanwei was stunned for a moment, and looked at Song Yan carefully, but she caught a glimpse of greed in his eyes.

She sighed softly, said "I understand", then raised her hand and took out a black stone bottle, saying: "Nightmare blood, my father didn't dare to use too much at the time, and only added a very small amount to refine the Crimson Palace Pill, but he didn't expect it to fail. So there are so many left.

This blood is of no use to my Nanwu Sword Sect, so I'll give it to the senior."

Song Yan took the black bottle and looked at it with a fiery look, as if looking at a beloved woman.

Nightmare, soul injury, this thing is always suitable for him.

It's really a pleasant surprise!

Song Yan said again: "Where did it come from?"

Yu Xuanwei said: "The demon that my founding master killed was the Nightmare Beast.

The Nightmare Beast left an egg, which took hundreds of years to hatch, but the predecessors of the sect thought it was unlucky and imprisoned it in a secret room.

Afterwards, the Nightmare broke free, and after another battle, it was killed, so this blood was left.

Now I give it to you, senior, I hope you keep it secret and don't let the news that Shui Bo Jian Huang is dead spread."

Song Yanqi said: "Shui Bo Jian Huang is dead? Who said that?"

Yu Xuanwei was stunned and said: "In that case, thank you very much, senior."