The Lord who use immortals as food

Pei Ye briefly came to such a realm. On a rainy night in Bowang, the purple bamboo realm spread out from his golden eyes unpreparedly and enveloped the person in front of him.

That was the first time "Secret Edict of the Purple Bamboo Forest Dragon Immortal" broke through [Quail Head], and the connection with reality was established from there.

Pei Ye has never let go of this gap since then. There has always been a clear boundary between the immortal king and the world in the young man. Even if it is just an imperial edict, he never wants to deepen its connection with reality.

And he clearly remembered that on that occasion, the person in front of him was as caught off guard as he was.

But now it seems that times have changed.

Pei Ye didn't know what he did, whether it was to seduce or provoke, or if he didn't do anything and simply showed where he was.

So the barrier established by Quail Head collapsed in front of the imperial edict, and the stars of the Immortal Palace shrouded the old man from behind. Behind Pei Ye, who could not see it, the boundless purple bamboo also spread out into a world in an instant.

The two worlds collided and bordered, and neither of them could see the scene behind them, only the other person stood in front of everything. When the scale was drawn between the two people, the Xianque Nebula and Zilin Youtian all became insignificant backgrounds. It was a pure world with only the two of them.

The red gold pupils of the son of Lingzhao once again met the calm eyes of Xitingxian. This was the arena opened directly from the entire mind and spirit realm. It was exactly the same as the last time. In this world, killing the heart means killing the person.

But Pei Ye was completely unable to move.

He stood in front of the purple bamboo forest, his face pale and trembling. The violent madness in his golden eyes kept hitting his pupils. The sword in his hand clanged to the ground. The young man hugged his head tightly and collapsed on the ground in pain.

——Before facing the enemy, he was completely defeated by the imperial edict.

He has never controlled the imperial edict, nor has he degenerated into the true son of the imperial edict. In the past few days, those poisonous and sharp spears have penetrated deeper into his mind again and again.

"It's not what I want."

The old voice sounded softly. In this world, Qu Zhu was intact as if he had not been hurt at all. He held a cold long sword in his hand, walked forward slowly, pinched the young man's trembling neck, and raised his arm to pull him away. Throw it back into the purple bamboo forest.

Everything suddenly went out.

Pei Ye opened his eyes, the golden color in his pupils extinguished, and he was at the top of the mountain of Morrowind. He watched as the old man in front of him raised his arms to push him away, his body suffocated and he fell to the ground stiffly. Liuli, who had lost his mind, came and went without any reason, surrounding him in confusion and anxiety. When Qu Zhu approached, it flew up against the clouds, and was removed by Qu Zhu with a knife. Then the old man slowly leaned over and took off the bag from his waist. The Soul-stealing Pearl.

Blood dripped from his silver hair onto his face. Pei Ye's eyes froze. The old man in his field of vision gasped and stood up, then left.

Qu Zhu walked to the edge of the cliff, stretched out his hand and raised the bead that had suffered so much with the "Xiting Heart" around his waist. The sword dragon, which had regained its shape, immediately caught it in one mouthful, turned around and walked away.

Then he turned around, and next to the young man who fell to the ground, Hei Chi had opened his claws and bowed to block him in front, staring at him with his blue eyes.

But Qu Zhu just glanced at it, turned around and gently held the scene on his forehead, leaned down from the edge of the cliff, and disappeared.

A cool autumn breeze blew under the clear morning light.

Pei Ye felt that his heart and soul were separated from his body, and he was so cold that he had nowhere to shrink. He scrambled around in panic, and finally touched a thread. He soon realized that it was a [quail head]. Along this thread, he finally found his own The body shouted from far to near: ".Pei Ye, Pei Ye!"

The black cat suddenly burst into his field of vision and pressed a soft paw on his lips. Its clear blue eyes were very close at hand. When Pei Ye moved his eyes for a moment, bright red blood was flowing down its body.

The black cat immediately caught the movement of this gaze: "——[Quail Head] Hug your heart and isolate the imperial edict!"

Pei Ye obeyed the order, and soon his limbs began to revive, heat surged up, and then there was dense and fresh pain everywhere. Pei Ye tensed up his body with a ferocious expression, and it took a long time for him to recover with a pale face. , sweating like rain.

The black cat propped him up and gave him two pills of Kongtong wound medicine: "Are you okay?"

Pei Ye held it weakly with his hands and said in a weak voice: "He took away the Soul Seizing Pearl."

"I know."

"I should have destroyed it"

"If you destroy it, you will be the new one." Black Cat fed him a large amount of his own blood, "Stop thinking about it."

Pei Ye's face turned slightly rosy, and he hid his fragility again. He stared blankly at the distant mountains for a while, then closed his eyes and seemed to regain his energy.

Standing up with his sword in hand, he said: "Where will he go?"

The black cat looked back at Wufeng Lianxin: "It depends on what they are going to do. Now they are ready."

"But we still don't know their purpose."

This is indeed the deepest cover of the Huansi Tower. Pei Ye discovered before that they would rather sacrifice themselves - Su Mian, Bai Mian, Xi Tianji, Jiang Yitong - than let this conspiracy be exposed first.

"Jianbelly Mountain changed before we came." Black Cat muttered, "If you can't get away from there, let's go back first."

Pei Ye nodded silently, thinking that he had lost the soul-stealing bead and not knowing what the consequences would be. He felt depressed and speechless. He steeled himself and said hoarsely: "I'll tell Miss Ming first that she is in Jianbelly Mountain. Maybe she has some ideas." ”

"good."

The young man held the glass in his hand and ran towards the Five Peaks Lotus Heart.

My face felt cold, and it suddenly started to rain.

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Behind the peaks, between the deep cliffs, is a small dilapidated courtyard.

Threads of drizzle fell on the green cliff trees, and the entire valley was covered with a layer of quiet sand.

The candle fell down, and the blood had darkened into mottled spots on the black clothes. He lifted the curtain and returned to the grotto. In the last room, the young man with terrible blood wounds was still leaning on the stone wall. The wound was only a little Just take his life.

His pale face seemed to be drained of life. When he saw Qu Zhu walking in, he stared at him without saying a word.

Qu Zhu stepped forward and glanced at him indifferently: "It's time to go."

He leaned over and picked up the sword at his feet.

At this moment, Meng Li suddenly rose up, and a short, cold light exploded from behind him, stabbing hard at the old man's throat, which was close at hand.

Qu Zhu suddenly turned sideways, his shoulder socket bursting with blood. When the blade penetrated an inch into his flesh, he strangled the young man's hand holding the dagger and broke his wrist bone with a low growl.

Meng Li roared in pain and fell to his knees in sweat, while Qu Zhu pressed his neck and strangled him to the wall.

The two faces were close to each other. After a while, Qu Zhu let go of his hand, threw away the short blade with a clang, and turned over to lean next to the man.

There was complete silence for a moment, with only the breathing of the two people in the stone room, and the faint sound of rain pounding on the mountain outside.

The blood on Qu Zhu's shoulder was still flowing down, but he ignored it and just leaned on it quietly.

Suddenly he whispered: "Does it sound like listening to the rain in the old Buddhist hall in the valley?"

The light sound of rain passed through several twists and turns before arriving, and it was so uniform and weak that it always made people wonder whether there was such a sound.

Meng Li stared at the stone wall blankly, and after a while he said hoarsely: "It really looks like it."