That's What Villains Are Like

"Young master has been traveling all day and is about to take a rest. If you have anything to do, please wait until tomorrow."

Xia Jie, the third son of Prince Wu Xuan, came to discuss with Jiang Lan privately. Seeing that he had many masters under his command, he was interested in cooperating in the inheritance of True Lord Zixia, but was rejected.

He snorted in his heart, but he could only lead his men and leave.

Han Yiming and others from the Taoist Ancient Sect also said goodbye and left. They met each other as a courtesy.

I saw that Jiang Lan and Ling Zhuyun had many experts here, and they were all famous young geniuses.

The rest of the people also breathed a sigh of relief and were secretly happy. They felt that with more people, it would be easier to deal with danger.

The purple mist near Zixia Mountain is really weird.

Now they no longer dare to step in at will. Those who went to explore the way before have not been able to come back. They don't know whether they are alive or dead.

Some older generation monks, as well as casual monks who came here to try their luck alone, just showed up in the distance, took a few glances, and then breathed a sigh of relief, as long as they were not people of unknown origin.

"It's getting late tonight, you should go to bed early."

"After dawn tomorrow, the fog will dissipate a bit, and we might be able to enter the mountains."

Jiang Lan said casually, and then asked his men to find a blue brick house, clean it, and make do with it for the night.

Ling Zhuyun, Li Daoyi, Luo Ying, Ao Xu and others also nodded in agreement. After entering through the dragon trap formation, they all consumed a lot of mental energy and urgently needed rest to adjust their state.

Soon everyone found some unoccupied tile-roofed houses and went to rest in small groups.

Ling Zhuyun also felt a little tired, so she found a random courtyard, placed a futon, then closed her eyes and sat up cross-legged.

But for some reason, Jiang Lan's seemingly strange but profound words still echoed in my mind. What did he mean?

After a while, she still couldn't calm down, so she could only force herself to enter meditation.

Everything is silent except for the chirping of insects and the sound of wind.

On the other side, Ye Ming found a tile-roofed house alone, resting in it while talking to the old ghost.

It's just that the expression on his face is different from the calm and calm one in front of others. Instead, he is a bit solemn and surprised at this moment.

"Old ghost, are you saying there is something wrong with the formation here?" he asked in disbelief.

"That's natural. I was still wondering why something suddenly felt wrong. When I came here, I realized that something was wrong."

"You didn't step out of the formation at all, you just walked from the outside into the inside."

"Furthermore, this formation is not a trapping dragon formation at all. It is a variant of the killing formation similar to the trapping dragon. It contains extremely strong murderous intent. It is not trying to trap people in it at all, but to trap the people in it. , Kill them all..." the old ghost replied, his tone also seemed a little surprised.

Even he didn't expect to encounter such a problem.

Logically speaking, a being like Zixia Zhenjun, who is kind-hearted, pure and simple, has left behind a legacy, so it is impossible for him to cheat and create such a killing array.

This is to kill all the people who went to the battle and leave them here.

Could it be that he wanted someone to be buried with him? Unfortunately, his memory was too fuzzy and he couldn't remember much.

He vaguely remembered that he had met True Monarch Zixia, and one of the disciples he had taught had some connections with True Monarch Zixia...

"Old ghost, do you think there might be someone who deliberately spreads the inheritance and creation of True Lord Zixia to attract people here? In fact, they want to trap and kill people here in the future."

"At the beginning, I was still very confused as to why the inheritance and creation of Zhenjun Zixia, which was so good, would suddenly spread and make everyone aware of it."

"Now it seems that someone definitely did it deliberately to spread the news and attract people here..." Ye Ming said with a heavy face.

His analysis is not unreasonable.

It's just that the person behind the scenes is so ruthless that he attracted so many people.

There are no less than a dozen immortal sect forces involved behind the scenes, and many aristocratic families in Daxia have also sent young clansmen here.

If everyone loses everything here, who knows what kind of shocking waves will be caused.

"The more people there are and the more chaos there is, the better, right? Anyway, your target is also the inheritance of True Monarch Zixia. You can do a lot of things like fishing in troubled waters," said the old ghost.

Ye Ming nodded and said, "You are right. At present, there are probably not many people who have seen the problems with this formation."

"Anyway, no one is aware of it, so we should take this opportunity to get rid of that Jiang Lan. Although he did not become suspicious of me during the process, his attitude still made me very unhappy, and I always felt that his eyes were too much. The first time I stayed on Zhu Yun’s body.”

"I can't bear this."

"If Zhu Yun is really interested in this guy, I don't know what insidious tricks he will use to coerce him. Look at the female disciple of the Yaochi Sect who was in Zuixianju that day. Now, isn't she trained by him to be obedient? "

When he mentioned this, his eyes showed coldness and displeasure.

The old ghost heard the inconsistency in his words and chuckled. Being young and energetic, jealousy is a very common thing.

It's just that Ling Zhuyun may not be in love with Ye Ming.

If he wants to pursue others, the road will be long and arduous.

"I will take advantage of this opportunity tonight to find a way into the mountain and explore it. When the place becomes chaotic, I will take the opportunity to take Zhu Yun there."

"Then Jiang Lan still wants to get involved in the inheritance and fortune, so he should stay here and wait for death. Anyway, after his death, the Prime Minister's Mansion will only seek revenge on the person behind the scenes, which has nothing to do with me."

A confident smile appeared on Ye Ming's lips, and he had already thought of countermeasures and escape routes in his mind.

At that moment, he hid his figure, left the house, and soon disappeared into the thick night.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Jiang Lan asked Chu Chan to rest early on the grounds that he was tired. After no one was in the room, he slowly walked to the window, looked at the moonlight, and fell into thought.

"It's going to be lively tonight."

"With so many young geniuses gathered together, including some older generation monks who are powerful but have short lifespans, Taoist Zixia will probably not miss such a good opportunity."

"With the knowledge of the remnant soul next to Ye Ming, it shouldn't be difficult to see the problem with the formation."

"After Ye Ming knows this, he will probably use it to deal with me..."

Thinking of this, Jiang Lan suddenly felt interesting.

He returned to the bed and sat cross-legged, his eyebrows and cheekbones suddenly became translucent.

A faint figure, with the same face as him, but with an extremely indifferent expression, walked out of the ancient Taoist temple in the silent sea of ​​consciousness, then swayed slightly, disappeared into the void, and disappeared in an instant.

The soul villain traveled through the void and instantly appeared in the courtyard chosen by Ye Ming.

"As expected, he left and is not here."

"In this case, then the matter is settled. You will take the blame." A meaningful smile appeared on Jiang Lan's face.

In another courtyard, Ling Zhuyun seemed to notice something at this moment. Her closed clear eyes opened, and a hint of surprise appeared in them.

"Is someone spying?"

She was born with a powerful spiritual sense, far superior to her peers, and her soul had its own three-color divine flower.

The immortal forging method that he practiced to temper his soul came from the Kunlun Immortal Ruins and was extremely tyrannical.

So just now, she noticed something was wrong. Someone seemed to be spying on her.

But when she opened her eyes and wanted to pursue it, the breath disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

Ling Zhuyun was slightly surprised. Her cultivation was the best among her peers, and her soul was her strong point.

But now in this place, she encountered a mysterious existence whose soul power was not weaker than hers, and might even be stronger than hers.

"Who is it?"

"A monk from the older generation?"

"It's really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. It should not be underestimated."

She calmed down her mind. The other party probably had no ill intentions and was just sweeping past. There was a mixture of fish and dragons here, and there was an existence that even she couldn't detect.

It seems that it will be more difficult to obtain the inheritance and creation of Zhenjun Zixia.

Tonight is destined to be an uneventful night, and many people will have difficulty falling asleep.

In another row of houses clustered together.

At this moment, a group of young prodigies gathered together, surrounded by secret techniques and rare treasures, sealing off the void to prevent people from exploring and gaining insight. Their expressions looked very cautious and serious.

"As the current leader of the Immortal Sect, the Taiyi Sect is becoming more and more powerful. In the past few days, it has repeatedly forced all Immortal Sects to become its leader."

"I heard that the leader of the Taiyi Sect is trying to establish an Immortal Alliance to restrain the immortal sects in the world. Anyone who violates the rules will be ostracized and liquidated. This move can be described as ambitious and has a very big plan..."

"Humph, what's there to say? Who doesn't know that Taiyi Sect's wolfish ambitions are obvious? He is not satisfied with being the leader of the Immortal Sect. He also wants to enslave all the Immortal Sects in the world and make the whole world surrender to him."

"Aren't you afraid of backlash? This is great. All the immortal sects have united privately and are already discussing how to counterattack."

"The Taiyi Sect won't be arrogant for long. Look at Li Daoyi. He was just a dog from the Li family that year. He really took himself seriously. His eyes were higher than his head, and no one could look down on him."

"I wanted to maintain a face-to-face relationship and say hello to him to show politeness, but he didn't even pay attention. Then Jiang Lan went too far. He just relied on his good background and having a good father and mother. Obviously He has no cultivation base, yet he still wants us to look at his face."

"You were not present to hear those arrogant words at the tea-making meeting that day, otherwise you would have laughed to death. Do you really think that the Prime Minister's Office can cover the sky with one hand and do whatever he wants? He has fallen in love with True Lord Zixia His inheritance and creation, let us best give up and give him a face..."

"Hahaha, what does his face mean? Do you really think everyone takes him seriously?"

There are many young prodigies here, all with extraordinary backgrounds, extraordinary talents, and even the true inheritance of the Immortal Sect.

There was She Mou, a purple-eyed man from Tianyao Palace who had appeared at the tea-making party that day.

The people who came here with Jiang Lan and others were Wang Dian Qiheng, Han Yiming, a true disciple of the Taoist ancient sect, Cai Yun, a female true disciple of Biyou Cave, and a gentle person from the Tianyan sect, wearing a purple robe of Daluo and a purple gold headband. Crowned young man Zhu Huang.

The forces behind them are well-known top forces in the entire Zhongtian State, with a long heritage, many strong men in the sect, and extremely profound foundations.

"A good family background doesn't mean anything. If you have no cultivation, you will turn into a handful of loess after many years, and it will be difficult to live long." Cai Yun, the female true successor of Biyou Cave Heaven, said.

She was dressed in colorful clothes, with a graceful figure and outstanding appearance. However, her lips were slightly thin, which gave people a feeling of being unkind and unapproachable.

"In any case, we are gathered here today under the orders of the master sect to deal with the Taiyi sect together."

"This time Li Daoyi of Taiyi Sect and his followers must be buried here. Jiang Lan has no one to protect him, so there is no need to worry. Once Li Daoyi and others die, he will naturally not be able to survive."

Han Yiming, the true disciple of the ancient Taoist sect, spoke, his eyes were very cold, and he was no longer as polite as when he met Jiang Lan and others before.

"The Yaochi Sect prides itself on justice and doesn't bother to conspire with us. Otherwise, if Ling Zhuyun takes action, things will be 100% sure. But I'm afraid that when Ling Zhuyun gets involved, her strength cannot be underestimated." Cai Yun said.

"Don't worry. From what I know about Ling Zhuyun, she only hates Jiang Lan and is unlikely to help."

At this time, Qi Heng, who had been silent until now, spoke with a very confident tone.

"But everyone, I have a request. When the time comes to take action, the strange man next to Ling Zhuyun should be dealt with. That guy is very hateful, and he can actually win his favor. It really pisses me off. After breaking the law, During the formation, he also deliberately showed off in front of Ling Zhuyun to embarrass me." He added again in a cold voice.

"Then if Jiang Lan dies here, the Prime Minister's Office will definitely not let it go. Aren't you afraid of retaliation and liquidation?"

She Mo from Tianyao Palace suddenly asked.

His face is gloomy and pale, and his pupils are green. He is not a pure-blooded human race, but has the blood of a great demon flowing in his body.

Although he did not take many shots, he achieved outstanding results every time, which is not to be underestimated.

Zhu Huang, a disciple of the Tianyan sect who had never made any statement, smiled faintly when he heard this and said, "The Great Xia is about to fall, and there will be no eggs left under the overturned nest. The Prime Minister's Mansion will no longer exist by then. A son of the Prime Minister's Mansion will not count. What happened? The trend is rolling down, and if anyone blocks it, his body and bones will be shattered, and his body and soul will be destroyed."

There are only a few disciples of the Tianyan Sect, but every one of them is a person with extraordinary abilities and bones. They are proficient in divination and deduction, and have insight into cause and effect.

In the general trend of heaven and earth, if you seek your own opportunities and fortune, you will remain standing even if the ages pass and thunder and lightning are exhausted.

Regarding Zhu Huang's words, the expressions of all the young geniuses changed slightly.

If Daxia falls, the situation in Zhongtian Prefecture will also be chaotic and turbulent. The other major prefectures may not be as honest and immovable as they are now.

Zhu Huang said leisurely, "The Great Xia Qi is approaching. Some time ago, the elders of my master's sect deduced that its lucky golden dragon, the dragon scales are dim, the dragon's claws are broken, and the body is incomplete. In the distant territory, the evil star is coming, and the celestial phenomena There is sudden chaos, disaster stars are looming in Daxia, and disaster is about to occur."

"In less than ten years, the golden dragon of luck will dissipate, and Daxia will inevitably be overturned."

"However, it will probably take less than ten years. When the other Taoist forces notice that Daxia's fortune is declining, they will be unable to hold back. Zhuolu Zhongzhou."

"Those great religious holy places in Dongyuan Prefecture were driven out of Zhongtian Prefecture by the late Emperor of Great Xia. Now that a long time has passed, those great religious holy places will surely come back to carve up Great Xia's luck resources."

"If I don't take advantage, I'm afraid I won't even be able to drink the soup by then..."

As soon as he said these words, the ears of all the young geniuses here were ringing in disbelief.

It is as powerful as the Great Xia, and it is powerful all over the world, suppressing all ethnic groups in the nine states. Dynasties and countries from all over the world come to worship, and no one dares to disobey the immortal sects and orthodoxies from all over the world.

Is it going to end in such a day of destruction?

Everyone's mood suddenly became heavy.

In the house in another courtyard, Jiang Lan gathered all his thoughts, and the little soul turned into a dim light and returned to the Taoist temple in his sea of ​​consciousness.

His face was calm and his eyes were deep.

Although the conversations between Han Yiming, Zhu Huang and others were covered by secret treasures, they could be protected from prying eyes.

But he did not use his spiritual consciousness to explore, but used the way of his soul to leave his body and hide in the void.

Unless their spirits are far stronger than his, it will be difficult to find his traces.

Except for Ling Zhuyun who noticed something unusual at that time, no one knew about the young geniuses, so he was actually standing by and listening to their conversation quietly.

His original intention was to use the formation here to do something, but he didn't expect to hear the plans of Han Yiming and others.

It turns out that in the original plot, there were indeed various immortal sects working together to besiege the Taiyi Sect in the follow-up.

His grandfather planned to seize the world, supported the current leader of the Taiyi Sect, and intended to establish an Immortal Taoist Alliance to override all Taoist traditions in Kyushu.

As for the dimming of Daxia's dragon luck, it was not included in the original plot at all.

Jiang Lan guessed that Lin Fan's death caused the development trajectory of all subsequent events to deviate. However, the appearance of Chu Yun made him understand that there might be some kind of correction power in this world.

Therefore, Daxia's current decline may only be temporary, and some unexpected changes may occur later.

"I never planned to let you go, so this just gives me an excuse..."

"Let my hypocritical conscience rest for a while."

Jiang Lan's mind calmed down, and a calm and delicate blood-colored halo shone in his eyes.

At this moment, the world in front of him changed, and colors, sounds, time, and space seemed to have been stripped away.

Soon, there were only blurry lines left in front of him, one after another, as if they were alive, spreading out from in front of him, as if they were connected to some living individuals.

These lines are either clear or blurry, some are extremely thick, and some are extremely slender.

Of course, even if you stretch out your hand, you can't touch it, as if it doesn't exist, but because of the existence of the Fate Fruit, Jiang Lan can sense the existence of these life lines.

Excluding those lines that are almost as delicate as spider webs, those slightly thicker life lines represent a complete and powerful life individual.

Jiang Lan only sensed it for a while, and then felt a terrible sense of detachment in his mind. He was so dizzy that he could hardly see clearly and was about to fall to the ground.

This kind of rule field involving the easy deprivation of life is simply not something he can get involved in at the moment.

He had only experienced it briefly before, but before he had even used it, he felt like his head was about to explode and his soul was about to collapse.

During this period of time, he seemed to be enjoying himself leisurely, but in fact he never slacked off. He was using the Bone Concept method to temper his soul, and the power of his soul increased rapidly.

Now that he is willing to use the formation here to use his hands and feet, there is naturally no simpler and more direct way than this method of depriving his life.

The next moment, Jiang Lan realized where the target was and stopped thinking.

Within the range that he could perceive, a line suddenly broke, and then turned into ashes that filled the sky and disappeared.

After doing all this, Jiang Lan seemed to be in collapse, leaning against the wall, breathing heavily, then took out some pills and swallowed them, and then felt relieved.

“It’s better to step less into this kind of field that we can’t easily get into at the moment…”

"If that guy were stronger, I might be the one whose head exploded." Jiang Lan calmed down, removed the strange color in his eyes, and returned to his natural state.

The night is dark.

Ugly time.

In a remote and disrepaired green brick house overgrown with weeds.

A young monk, with the token of the Taoist Ancient Sect hanging around his waist, is practicing with his eyes closed, and strands of spiritual energy are surrounding him.

Suddenly, a ray of blood-red light flashed from the ground in front of him, turning into a strange little flag with a sinister wind and a human face.

The human face on the surface of the strange little flag showed a cruel sneer, and suddenly flew towards the young monk, biting his neck with a pop.

The young monk was caught off guard and had no idea what was happening. His eyes widened with fear and despair.

The next moment, he let out a scream, and the flesh and blood all over his body began to dissipate, leaving only a pool of blood on the spot.

The sudden screams quickly spread in the dead night, shrill and frightening.

The other disciples of the Ancient Dao Sect rushed over as soon as they heard the noise. Then when they saw the scene in front of them, they all froze, their eyes full of fear and disbelief.

"what happened?"

"Why did Junior Brother Han die?"

"It's not good. Go and inform Senior Brother Han Yiming that something happened to his brother..."

All the disciples had trembling expressions. A few of them were exploring the spot, looking for traces of the murderer, while the rest went to look for Han Yiming to report.

The disciple who suddenly died and disappeared in front of him was Han Yiming's biological brother.

Because of his special status, he could be alone and have a courtyard for cleaning, but now he died tragically here, leaving only an inexplicable blood stain on the place.

As a true disciple of the Tao Dao Ancient Sect, Han Yiming doted on his younger brother and took great care of him. Even if he caused trouble in the sect, he would easily settle it.

If he died here like this, he would definitely be furious when he found out.

Soon, Han Yiming, who had a gloomy expression, rushed over, and some other disciples from the Immortal Sect came over after hearing the commotion here.

"Does anyone know what happened just now?" Han Yiming's palms trembled slightly, then he clenched them tightly, his voice low.

"Reporting to Senior Brother Han, we don't know, but we just heard a scream and rushed over quickly. Unfortunately, we didn't have time to see anything."

"I didn't even see Junior Brother Han Erlin's body, let alone what happened."

The few disciples who noticed the abnormality here for the first time spoke hurriedly, fearing that they would be punished by Han Yiming and get involved.

"Who is so bold and dares to kill my brother right in front of my eyes?"

Han Yiming took a deep breath, suppressing the grief and anger in his heart, then waved his hand and said, "Go and check, let me check. I want to see who it is."

The picture of how he and his brother once depended on each other appeared in his mind.

As the eldest brother, he has been practicing for many years and has never disciplined his younger brother. This has also created his arrogant and arrogant character, which has offended many people in the sect.

But because of his presence, no one dared to say anything.

This time when Zhenjun Zixia's Dongfu inheritance was born, he originally planned to fight for it for his younger brother, but who would have thought that heaven and man would suddenly be separated, and it was still under his nose.

Han Yiming suppressed the murderous intention and grief in his heart, and secretly vowed to avenge him.

No matter who the enemy is, or what grudges he has with his brother in daily life, as long as he dares to kill his brother, he will definitely make him pay a hundred times the price.

The next morning, the mist drifted and the air was fresh.

Ling Zhuyun was awakened by the noisy discussion outside the yard.

She rubbed her brows to regain consciousness, then put on the gauze, put away the futon, left the house, and came outside.

"What happened?" she asked the Yaochi Sect disciple on the side.

"Reporting to the saint, last night the younger brother of Han Yiming, the true disciple of the ancient sect, suddenly died tragically. There was only a pool of blood left on the spot. Therefore, Han Yiming was furious and asked his disciples to search everywhere to find the real culprit who killed his brother." That Yaochi said. The sect disciple hurriedly replied.

"died?"

"Only a pool of blood left?"

Ling Zhuyun was surprised, and then she seemed to think of something, frowned, and walked outside with a solemn expression.

In the open space outside the village, many monks have gathered at this moment, including the younger generation, many older generation monks, and more of them are casual cultivators.

Han Yiming stood there with a cold face, looking at the monks in front of him.

A group of disciples from the Taoist Ancient Sect were surrounding the suspicious monks in front of them to prevent them from escaping.

"It's too much to bully people. Can the ancient sect decide a person's life or death so easily?"

"We ask ourselves that we don't know anything and can't be the murderer. Is this the so-called grand style of surrounding us here like this?"

"We didn't even leave the house yesterday. All the Taoist brothers present can testify. How could we kill people from the Taoist sect? Do we not care about life and death and don't want to live long?"

Many people looked dissatisfied, angry and unconvinced.

Several older monks with good cultivation snorted coldly, their words full of ridicule and dissatisfaction.

Disciples from the Immortal Sect forces such as the Heavenly Demon Palace, the Human King Palace, and Biyou Cave Heaven stood aside with indifferent expressions on their faces, and there were faint signs of helping the ancient Taoist sect.

On the land of Kyushu, the gap between the famous sects and the casual cultivators is like clouds and mud.

Under the same realm, it is almost impossible for casual cultivators to defeat the disciples of the big sect, unless they have deep blessings and other opportunities.

Disciples from all the major sects looked very indifferent towards these casual cultivators and did not bother to talk at all.

"What happened?"

"A fight like this so early in the morning?"

Jiang Lan walked up surrounded by a group of knights and geniuses. Seeing this scene, he seemed to be slightly surprised and asked.

"Back to the young master, it seems that someone from the Taogu sect died last night." Ao Xu replied from the side.

Jiang Lan smiled casually and said, "It's just a dead person. The ancient Taoist sect is so majestic. Could it be that they want to check everyone?"

The death of Han Yiming's brother was naturally caused by him.

Jiang Lan actually didn't expect that this kind of rupture of the lifeline, the stripping of life, was not death for no reason, but implied some reasonable rules.

However, even if Han Yiming's brother was not killed by the flag formation set up by Taoist Zixia, he would probably die from an accident later, such as being possessed by a demon or something.

This method implies God's will to control life, which is similar to the God of Death walking around the world.

Han Yiming's face darkened when he heard Jiang Lan's words, but he did not dare to show off his power to Jiang Lan.

"Brother Han, can you let me take a look at the scene? Then I will make a decision."

At this time, Ling Zhuyun walked over. Her figure was slender and well-proportioned, her skin was as white as jade and shimmering with luster. Although her face was covered with gauze, she could not hide her holy and pure demeanor.

As a quasi-saint of the Yaochi Sect, she is by no means comparable to an ordinary true biography, and her words are naturally convincing.

"It's time to thank the Holy Lady Zhuyun."

Han Yiming nodded, did not refuse, and then took Ling Zhuyun there, and the other monks also followed. They also wanted to know who was so cruel and dared to brutally kill his brother in front of Han Yiming.

After Ye Ming got the news, he was a little surprised after leaving the yard. After he finished the investigation, he returned to the house. It was almost dawn, and he didn't know what happened last night.

"According to what the old ghost said, it might be because of the formation..." He secretly guessed.

"really……"

After arriving at the murder scene last night, Ling Zhuyun just glanced at the remaining aura fluctuations and understood.

Jiang Lan seemed to be surprised as well, so he leaned over and took a look.

Li Dao behind him took a look, his eyes were shocked, and he pondered for a moment and said, "Sage Zhuyun must have made some guesses, right?"

Ling Zhuyun glanced at everyone and nodded, "It's true, it has something to do with the Blood Immortal Cult. This is the Blood Immortal Cult's method of collecting blood sacrifice nutrients."

Speaking of this, a bit of coldness flashed in her eyes, but she recovered quickly.

Hearing this, Han Yiming, She Mou, Qi Heng and other young geniuses were all stunned for a moment, and then their expressions changed as they reacted.

The name of the Blood Immortal Sect is naturally familiar to them.

To this day, many monks still talk about it with disgrace. Back then, the Blood Immortal Sect almost overturned the entire land of Kyushu.

"Even Saint Zhu Yun said this, it must be the remnants of the Blood Immortal Sect. I didn't expect that people from the Blood Immortal Sect would be mixed in here." A young prodigy said in a cold voice with anger on his face.

But his words made many people look uncomfortable. If this was the case, wouldn't it mean that everyone around him might be a remnant of the Blood Immortal Cult, or he might be the murderer last night.

"Some time ago, I heard that the Wanfa Sect in Danzhou County was harboring the remnants of the Blood Immortal Sect and was wiped out by the Immortal Suppression Division. Many elders died and a lair was finally discovered."

"A prestigious sect like the Wanfa Sect cannot guarantee whether its disciples are related to the Blood Immortal Sect."

"Everyone seems to be suspicious at the moment." Jiang Lan said leisurely at this time, with a faint smile on his lips, as if he didn't mind the seriousness of the matter at all.

Anyway, everyone is suspected, but he cannot be suspected. After all, who would suspect a weak and noble young man who has no power and can only rely on others to protect him.

Jiang Lan's words also made everyone here's expressions darken.

Even Ao Xu and the others behind him looked at each other, showing some caution and vigilance.

Ling Zhuyun glanced at Jiang Lan and felt a little headache at his attitude of not making the matter a bigger deal or panic.

"It seems that I can only trouble you all to prove your innocence in this matter." Han Yiming said with a wooden face.

He also didn't expect that his brother's death would involve the Bleeding Immortal Sect.

"I was with my disciples last night, and all of my fellow disciples can prove it."

"Brother Han, you can rest assured."

She Mou, Cai Yun, Qi Heng and other young geniuses all spoke one after another.

No one wants to get involved with the Blood Immortal Sect for no reason at this time. If the matter is serious, even the family sect behind them will be implicated.

If it were the hands of fellow disciples around him, with their senses, it would be impossible not to notice the movement.

Ling Zhuyun nodded. With her powerful perception, she could tell anyone who was lying at a glance.

None of the young prodigies of the major sects have this motive or reason. Unless they are really stupid, why would they take action at this juncture?

"The most likely ones are the casual cultivators. It's best to let them let go of their consciousness and let us investigate."

"The Blood Immortal Sect involves many people, so no one should be let go." She Mou's eyes were cold as he scanned the group of casual cultivators.

All the casual cultivators looked panic-stricken and could not hide their anger.

At this time, Qi Heng suddenly stared at Ye Ming who was following behind him, and said coldly, "We can all swear by our inner demons that we never left the house last night. I wonder where this Brother Lin went last night?" Where and with whom.”

After hearing his words, many people looked over at once.

Ye Ming knew that if this happened, he would be suspected. The reason why he was a few steps behind was because he was thinking about how to deal with it.

Hearing this, Ling Zhuyun also looked at Ye Ming with some surprise, and her eyebrows wrinkled inadvertently.

"Brother Ye, was he still with Saint Zhuyun last night?"

Jiang Lan also asked with a chuckle at this time and looked at Ling Zhuyun with a smile.

still?

Ling Zhuyun was confused, and then suddenly thought of what he said at the tea-making conference that day.

That was the first time she lied in her life, in order to cover up the truth about Ye Ming's assassination of Jiang Lan.

After all, Ye Ming had good intentions. For her sake, in order to save the disciples of the Yaochi Sect, she should return the favor.

But Jiang Lan's slightly teasing words, could it be that he knew that she had made an exception and lied that day? Or did you say it casually?

"I left the village last night because of some things and went to the mountains. I wanted to explore the route earlier so as not to delay everyone's time..." Ye Ming took a deep breath and said calmly.

"Brother Ye is really kind-hearted. He has spent a lot of energy when he came here, but he still has the energy and thought to break through the formation and find a way." Qi Heng sneered.

"Several seniors from the Tiangong Creation Institute have bluntly said that if they want to deduce the formation, they need to expend a lot of energy. Brother Ye is extremely talented. Not only does he not feel tired, but he also has time to explore the way later, which is really amazing... "

He had long been unhappy with Ye Ming, and now he felt that there were many doubts about this guy, so he started mocking him directly.

"Nothing I said is false." Ye Ming said without changing his expression.

"What you said is not false. Who knows if you have anything to do with the remnants of the Blood Immortal Sect? Do you dare to swear by your Taoist heart?" Qi Heng snorted coldly.

Ye Ming's expression froze. Although he had been to the Bloody Plateau and obtained some items from the Blood Immortal Sect, he did not have anything to do with the remnants of the Blood Immortal Sect.

It's just that in his words just now, he concealed the most important point, which was about the formation here.

He also counted on the formation here to trap and kill Jiang Lan.

"Brother Ye has good intentions, Qi Heng, why are you so aggressive? If Brother Ye is suspected, why do you leave such obvious flaws to arouse suspicion?"

At this time, Jiang Lan suddenly waved his hand, stopped Qi Heng, looked at Ye Ming with interest, and said, "I do believe in Brother Ye's character, but in order to convince everyone, Brother Ye might as well prove it directly My own innocence.”

Ye Ming looked at him, frowning slightly, but still asked calmly, "How to prove it?"

"It's quite simple. Brother Ye opened his Sumeru Ring and other objects. If Brother Ye has some connection with the Blood Immortal Sect, there must be something related to the Blood Immortal Sect."

"Of course, the Sumeru Ring is a personal item, and we will not easily investigate it, so I would like to trouble Saint Zhuyun to check it. I believe you will not doubt the character of Saint Zhuyun, right?"

"Brother Ye, you should also trust Saint Zhu Yun."

Jiang Lan said leisurely with a smile. The last two sentences were obviously meant for Ling Zhuyun.

Qi Heng said dissatisfied, "Mr. Jiang, you know that this guy was brought by Saint Zhuyun, but you still..."

"Are you suspecting that Saint Zhuyun is biased?" Jiang Lan asked with a slight smile.

Qi Heng was suddenly speechless.

Ye Ming also didn't expect that Jiang Lan would come up with this method. Of course, no matter what aspect he considered, it was indeed the best solution.

It is also the easiest to convince people.

But it happened to be the method he least wanted and was least willing to do.

When Ling Zhuyun heard these words, she glanced at Jiang Lan in surprise, thinking about his intentions secretly.

Going around and around half a circle, just because you want to explore Ye Ming's Sumeru Ring? Is there really something shameful in Ye Ming's Sumeru Ring?

If he believes in himself so much, isn't he afraid that he will cover for Ye Ming again like he did back then?

While Ling Zhuyun was thinking, she also noticed some hesitation in Ye Ming at this moment.

Obviously, Ye Ming has a secret and doesn't want to let himself explore his Sumeru Ring.

Ling Zhuyun had some guesses in her mind, and sighed softly, planning to refuse.

She is not interested in other people's secrets.

But she also understood that Ye Ming was not as upright and open-minded as he appeared in front of her.

If she faced this situation and fell into Ye Ming's situation, she could take out her Sumeru Ring without hesitation to prove her innocence.

But Ye Ming couldn't do it...

She suppressed the disappointment in her eyes. Of course, she couldn't do anything to Ye Ming because of this, but she couldn't trust him enough to make an exception and lie for him like before.

"Bamboo Rhythm..."

Ye Ming also knew that his hesitation just now aroused Ling Zhuyun's suspicion.

He was indeed a little flustered and hesitant. After all, there was something related to the Blood Immortal Cult in his Sumeru Ring.

At this moment, Ye Ming felt extremely regretful and hated Jiang Lan deeply. If he had known it earlier, he would not have been so greedy and kept it to see if it could be useful in the future.

Now it has become a weapon to destroy the trust between him and Ling Zhuyun.

Ye Ming's behavior at this moment also aroused the suspicion of all the geniuses here.

Jiang Lan suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth. He could clearly feel the surge of luck coming into his Niwan Palace again.

The seeds of disappointment have been sown.

After this, it can be said that it is almost impossible for Ye Ming to win the beauty back.

Once a breach of trust exists, it will grow and become irreparable.

Just like the relationship between Jiang Rushian and him.

Boom! ! !

But just when everyone wanted to take action forcefully to explore Ye Ming's Sumeru Ring.

Deep in the mountains where the purple mist surged, there was a sudden violent vibration, as if some powerful creature was about to revive, or even better like an earth dragon turning over.

The whole land was rumbling, the mountains were shaking, and all souls were frightened.

Streams of bright light spurted out from there.

Even though it is covered by the purple clouds, it is still clearly visible that they are one after another magic weapon wrapped in the glow of the clouds, shining brightly, whether it is a divine furnace, a bronze tripod, or a long sword, as if it is raining. , constantly passing through the sky.

"Zhenjun Zixia's cave was born..."

I don't know which genius suddenly exclaimed, and everyone's attention was attracted, with a look of great surprise and excitement on their faces.

At this time, no one could care about Ye Ming. Even Han Yiming, who was immersed in the pain of losing his brother, was attracted to his attention, and he couldn't hide the joy on his face.

In other directions, many Tianjiao monks who came here early also noticed this scene and quickly rushed in that direction in excitement.

"The old man has waited for so many years and finally waited for this day."

"The emperor pays off his sincerity."

"Zhenjun Zixia's inheritance belongs to the old Taoists, and no one can compete with it."

Under the Zixia view, there is a magnificent and profound underground palace.

There is a simple altar, where Taoist Zixia sits cross-legged.

He sensed movement outside, his eyes suddenly opened, and two rays of light shot out, and his whole body was trembling with surprise.

Then, he stood up and left, took one step forward, and instantly appeared in Zixia Mountain.

At the same time, the large robe was swung, and the human flags flew out one after another, and quickly sank into the ground. The formation lines moved, and the general trend of the world also rumbled and buzzed.

Wisp after wisp of purple mist kept spraying out. The purple mist that originally shrouded the mountains suddenly grew larger, boundless, and directly submerged and opened.

If we talk about the mist before, we could still see the surrounding area several feet away, but now the purple mist is sweeping in, literally covering the entire Zixia Mountains, making it impossible to see even one's fingers.

The world suddenly became dark, and all light was blocked.

"No one can compete with the old Taoist."

"You all die."

Taoist Zixia's originally indifferent face turned a bit ferocious at this moment. He muttered something in his mouth, spit out a mouthful of blood, and held out a bright ancient mirror, hanging high in the air.

"Chi, chi, chi..."

The brilliance fell one after another, blazing and dazzling.

It was as bright as the bright sun, and wherever it shined, there were screams, and figures exploded, dying tragically on the way to find the cave.

The earth's veins merged, and the essence of heaven and earth rushed out, soaring into dragons and transformed into tigers, constantly attacking the monks who came here.

"Someone is setting this up."

It was only then that someone realized something was wrong and looked extremely ugly.

But there was no time to think too much, so he could only try his best to fight with the creatures transformed by the essence.

"Protect the young master."

In front of the village, Ao Xu, Luo Ying, Li Daoyi and others were also caught off guard by this sudden scene.

After he reacted, a thick purple fog came over, covering everything in the surrounding area.

Not to mention Jiang Lan, they didn't even know where they were. They could only occasionally hear screams coming from not far away.

"Young master can't be found."

In Li Dao's eyes, divine light shot out and turned into a sharp sword, dispersing the surrounding fog. He sensed the aura of Ao Xu and others and quickly gathered towards them.

The people in Ao Xu did not disperse, and a group of knights were also nearby, but everyone looked a little panicked.

At the moment when they were shocked and shocked, they were all attracted by the vision of being born in the cave. As soon as they came to their senses, Jiang Lan disappeared.

If something happens to the young master, the heads of all the people here combined wouldn't be enough to lose.

Li Daoyi took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and began to think about how to find him. The inheritance and creation of Zhenjun Zixia was no longer important. The top priority was to find Jiang Lan first.

Jiang Lan didn't have any cultivation skills, so this place was by no means a good place.

Could it be that someone just took him away? What about the man named Ye?

At this time, Li Daoyi noticed a figure appearing in front of him. He was slightly startled and quickly came to his senses.

"..."

It was a tall and slender figure, wearing a slightly wide gauze dress, her hair was in a cloud-like bun, with a hosta inserted sideways, and a mist-like veil lightly covered her fair and flawless face.

A pair of clear eyes like glass, without a trace of emotion, like an ice sculpture, with a frosty aura, keeping strangers away.

But the look on his face at this moment seemed a little dull.

"Junior sister Li."

Li Dao stepped forward, raised his hands and spoke in a polite tone.

Li Mengning didn't respond to him, as if she hadn't recovered yet.

Where is Jiang Lan who is as big as her? Why did it suddenly disappear in the blink of an eye?