The Lord who use immortals as food

Just as Pei Ye was about to look down, the screen suddenly cut off, and everything suddenly shattered into pitch black. Pei Ye knew that this was the result of the damage to his body. He frowned and moved forward. Finally, about a day later, the scene returned.

It was approaching dusk, and the snow seemed to have been falling all day and all night. It was especially heavy at this time, and the team saw that it was impossible to move forward.

I'm afraid the previously planned route will have to be changed. A whistle came from ahead: "Your Majesty has an order! Find an open space to camp and rest for now!"

'Pei Ye' was lying on the bullock cart in the open air. He tilted his head. Qu Zhuzheng next to him was looking up at the sky, so he also looked up at the sky. He saw a black eagle shadow hovering there.

Pei Ye paid attention to the man beside him. He had never gotten along so well with him at this age.

Pei Ye knew that he had colluded with Huansilou at this time, and several ghostly scenes were playing out in the dark wind and snow around him.

This assassination finally allowed Qiao Changyue to occupy the position of Gongtai Shaoqing. In exchange, he helped Huanshenglou complete the supply of Xinpo from Jin Yuzhai to Kongtong for twenty years. This is a key part of the [Mirror Dragon Sword Sea] plan.

However, Sui Zaihua, who survived two months later, climbed back from the dead, and Qiao Changyue was imprisoned. The two people who were lying side by side on the bullock cart today parted ways and became enemies.

Qu Zhu turned around at this time, smiled and got out of the car: "I'm starving. I'll help clear the stove."

'Pei Ye' nodded: "Go ahead, I can support you here alone."

When he was setting up the camp one by one and the porridge was ready, someone next to him called to him hurriedly: "Master Shaoqing is calling you over urgently!"

After the picture was broken and messy for a while, the distorted words came clearly to my ears: "Several young heroes said that they had sent whistles before, but the two leading disciples in front never found them. They suspected that they had lost their way and were about to go to pick them up together. . I want you to go with them, and we can coordinate together if there are any difficulties.”

"Oh, easy to say." 'Pei Ye' cupped his fists.

Pei Ye already understood at this time that the places where the owner's words and deeds were violent and the heart was beating were recorded deeply, while the time spent sleeping, chatting and wandering was recorded shallowly, and was more worn out.

But it doesn't matter, Pei Ye knows what's happening now.

The new snow was slippery and safety was uncertain, so the two Kongtong disciples who were more familiar with the terrain went forward to explore the road and leave guidance for the carriages and horses.

Then they never came back.

Sui Zaihua and several Kongtong disciples went to look for it. Sure enough, they saw the inscriptions they left. It turned out that they were exploring the way further forward. A few people walked back talking and laughing. Sui Zaihua returned to the bullock cart and sat down next to Qu Zhu again.

This motorcade was full of strangers, and the two friends leaned against each other almost the whole way.

"I thought about Fucheng, so I should pay more attention to that Qiao Changyue." Peiye knocked the snow on the soles of his boots, leaned on the car and exhaled a breath of white steam, "There are some things that I can't say to adults, because his ears are too hard. But. I heard that this man has a lot of power and a gloomy city, and he looks down on foreign officials. If we, my lord, take away his official title, we might go crazy."

"Why are you so crazy?" Qu Zhu seemed to smile and lay still, "We are protecting you, how can we still be poisoned by him?"

'Pei Ye' hahaha, and was silent again: "Don't tell me, after being an official for so long, I am still very sensitive. I always wake up inexplicably in the middle of the night, always feeling that the sword is next to me. Although this kind of thing sounds extreme, but if you think about it carefully, Think about it, we adults have no backing, even if he really kills us, as long as he can't be found out in a year and a half, when the new cases overwhelm the old ones, will anyone still remember him? "

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'Pei Ye' sighed: "Justice depends on people."

Qu Zhu was silent for a while, but said softly: "Without a backer, it will be difficult to travel on the official road in Fucheng."

"Yes." 'Pei Ye' sighed, "I just mentioned to your lord that when he becomes the Minister of Engineering, I'm afraid that's the end of it. I don't know if he doesn't understand or doesn't want to think too much. So we still have to support it. "My lord, you are capable and ambitious, and you are the only honest person I have seen in my life who should reach a high position."

Qu Zhu suddenly laughed and turned to look at him: "Sir, if there is no old pine to back up, we are just two squirrels on the tree. The pine can't grow taller, so it's okay to live on other trees. You still want to pull it out." ?”

Pei Ye felt a chill, but her body was very relaxed and she smiled: "I want to report what you said to your Excellency."

Then he looked up at the sky, paused and said, "The pine tree is not short of growth, it's just that its roots are low."

He turned his head and looked at the man beside him: "But no matter how low the pine is, it is still pine, and no matter how high the grass is, it is still grass."

".I remember that day on the rainy floor. Didn't you just want to go to a higher place?"

The body was silent for a moment and said softly: "My lord, I have entered the first rank in a white body. In fact, what I want to do is the same."

Yes, Mr. Sui is also from a poor family, Pei Ye thought silently.

Qu Zhu raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

'Pei Ye' looked up at the sky, raised his hand, and recited in a slow voice: "The pines at the bottom of the stream are gloomy, and the seedlings are on the Lili mountain. The stems are an inch wide, and they shade hundreds of feet. The world's top officials are handsome and humble."

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"Well, what about you?" The body turned around and smiled, "I just mentioned your 'Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea' to your Excellency. Your Excellency said it was an accurate description, but I didn't hear you talk about your 'magic weapon'?"

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"Huh? Hasn't your Excellency talked to you?"

"We have talked about it, but" Qu Zhu was silent for a moment, "sometimes I have to give up a lot in order to get the 'magic weapon'."

".What?"

"It's nothing, it's just that we have to cross the sea."

Pei Ye stared at the man. Lord Sui had indeed experienced this nightmare himself. His story was still accurate twenty years later, but he obviously did not keep a vigilant eye on his colleague.

Pei Ye knew the heavy burden Qu Zhu was carrying, so he was also clear about his determination to move up.

So has Huansilou paved the way for you in the government office? You have lost your master and junior brother, and now you would rather betray your elders who have been with you for seven years? Just climb to the top alone?

This is very similar to him, but not quite like Pei Ye trying to see through this man. He knew that Lord Sui finally broke the plot and forced the other party to hide in the dark for twenty years, but his words and deeds at this time clearly indicated his future choice.

Pei Ye thought silently, and the scene in front of him was broken again. When it gathered again, another day had passed.

The team was already in the "Datianlan".

And it had stopped vigilantly.

A tense atmosphere enveloped the entire team. Everyone in the field of vision was in a vigilant posture with their swords pressed. Pei Ye immediately found the current node and heard himself say solemnly: "We must know what happened."

Su Xuchun beside him was speechless. Ji Changcun nodded. Pei Ye flew up from his horse with his sword and sank into the wind and snow behind him.

Yes, this was when the four disciples who were moving forward had all lost contact. Everyone in the team realized that something was wrong, but they were already in the depths of the "Da Tianlan". Lord Sui remembered the strange footprints and realized that the pathfinder disciples might have pointed them to another way.

As he passed over the convoy, Pei Ye quickly searched for the figure in the team.

He really appeared in the field of vision, but this body did not pay any attention to it at all - Qu Zhu lowered his head and walked towards Yu Chaocai with his sword.

Pei Ye walked through the wind and snow alone, his cheek was cut and hurt. Even if he used his true energy, his vision was still limited to within five feet. He broke out of the canyon with difficulty and ran in the direction of his memory.

Pei Ye had not completely adapted to the sudden change of the scene, but the heartbeat of this body had been completely transmitted to him, grabbing Pei Ye's throat.

Just because he was too familiar with this physical state.

Fenghuai Wine Cellar, Xincang Mountains, Xiangzhou Plains. This life-threatening tension, extreme calmness in anxiety, and cold blood surging in the body made him feel the same.

Yes, he was watching this long-forgotten tragedy twenty years later, but at that time, Lord Sui was truly alone and desperate. He didn't know who the enemy was or where he would come from. The enemy was almost certain to be Xuanmen, and he had never faced such a powerful opponent.

In the snowy mountains, he now ventured to leave the caravan, not knowing whether he could go back, and he didn't dare to think about what scene he would see after he went back.

Only when he pressed his sword forward in the wind and snow, and just turned around the mountain on another road, the bloody scene came into view.

No matter how many unknown fears there are, there is no such direct death glare. The two pathfinders have been half buried in the snow. The blood that flowed seeped into the snow and was frozen into ice crystals. The cracks on the necks were covered with frost.

The body suddenly became cold, and Pei Ye slowly tightened the hilt of the sword at his waist.

A black robe appeared silently in front of him, like a ghost in the chaos of white. Half of his face was revealed under the cloak, which was a colorful drama.

"That was the first time I saw someone from Huansi Tower."

Pei Ye remembered the old man's words, but at this time he felt the shock of this body, and his eyes were fixed on the drama - this was not the state of facing an obviously dangerous unfamiliar thing.

Lord Sui seemed to have known them before?

Without any pause, the ghost flashed in the field of vision. Pei Ye could not catch up with this speed at all, but this body had already drawn the sword, and the sound of metal clashing came close to his ears, and his neck had already felt the sharp chill.

A fierce and rapid fight suddenly broke out, the perspective changed dramatically, and the bursting sword shadows filled everything within sight.

Pei Ye did not analyze this battle. Although he felt the same as Lord Sui, this was an old scene from 20 years ago after all, and he already knew its outcome.

He was still thinking about Qu Zhu's figure holding the sword and walking towards the front of the convoy, and gradually frowned. He clearly saw these things that he had never seen before, but the inexplicable sense of contradiction became heavier, and he felt that the answer was getting farther and farther away from him.

But his eyes suddenly became blank, and his keen sword sense pulled him back to the present.

The chaotic sword shadows were still intertwined, but a strange feeling had already surged up uncontrollably. Lord Sui, how did you draw the sword like this?

Pei Ye had only seen Lord Sui draw the sword once.

It was in the mountain rain of Dakongtong that he nailed Sima to the ground with a stunning sword light.

Lord Sui is the director of the Sword Academy, which is not a position that anyone can sit in. He once modestly said in Bowang that he was not very talented, but the sword that nailed Yeque almost made Pei Ye look at him with admiration.

So of course he can hold a sword selection meeting, because he is one of the most famous sword masters in Shaolong, and what he says at the book selection meeting is often the final word.

But the sword fight in front of him now

is by no means unintensified or low-level. In fact, every move is terrifyingly solid. This body also has an extremely deep understanding of sword fighting, at least surpassing Shang Huaitong and his ilk. The game between the two is thrilling.

But the sword in his hand seemed to be trapped in an invisible cage. It was a weapon, not a "sword". There was no sudden aura, no magical folding, which only made Pei Ye feel constrained everywhere.

He stared at the sword fight in a daze, and felt that the sense of contradiction became more and more obvious, and vaguely realized that something seemed to be wrong.

However, what was more in front of him was that such a sword was not enough to win the victory.

This Ba Sheng Xi Mian was so powerful that Pei Ye suspected that he was enough to rank in the top 500 of the Fu Ranking. As time passed, Lord Sui's disadvantage in sword was almost unsupportable. Several cracks had already appeared on his body, and the sword force was pressed to the edge of collapse.

And the next moment, a roaring sea of ​​fire rose from the surrounding void.

This was the moment before the sword force was about to collapse. Pei Ye knew better than anyone that the sword in his hand no longer had any margin, and the overturned sea of ​​fire at this time was a means that the Maishu Realm could hardly deal with.

Pei Ye couldn't imagine how the old man won in such a desperate situation, but even though his body was tense, he was not on the verge of some kind of hysterical limit.

He was almost calm and composed, the sea of ​​fire was pouring down, the sword pointed directly at his throat, at this moment time seemed to be still, Sui Zaihua twisted his body and held the sword horizontally, and stepped seven steps on the straight cedar behind him, and the exploding sword energy broke through the sea of ​​fire in an instant.

He stretched his hand behind him, and Pei Ye realized that there was another handle hanging under his robe.

Flames stuck to his clothes and cheeks. Sui Zaihua, who had knocked open the fire curtain, looked at this scene coldly, and the ghostly sword light of the opponent had already stuck to his neck faster.

And in an instant, the sword broke his throat, and a stunning knife light that was hard to match cut off everything.

There is a clear difference between the handle of a knife and a sword.

Under the quiet moonlight, Qu Zhu gently stroked the straight handle under his robe, and the river in front of him flowed generously.

This is the season of death for all things, but the seeds behind him grow silently, and the tentacle-like mysterious energy slowly spreads around.

Qu Zhu turned around, and in front of him was a beautiful and fairy picture.

Sima really couldn't survive. He had completely sacrificed his body. His already broken limbs and torso were completely dissociated at this time, and his flesh and blood were shaped into delicate flowers.

The projection of the fairy fire fell on the ground. When it communicated to the distance, the transparent flame had already flowed out of the core, turning the whole flame flower into colorless.

Now these flames spread into a pure holy realm. It burned quietly, and the grass and moonlight seemed to be covered with a layer of crystal glass. The radius was already twenty feet, but it was still extending outward-this process requires a lot of spiritual mystery.

A magnificent and crystal tree grew in the center of the flame.

That was Sima's entire meridian, which had been completely wrapped by this flame. Another 'spark' was in the center. It grew, gradually becoming slender, majestic, and beautiful, with bones clinging to it, and flesh and blood blooming soft and beautiful flowers at the end.

This process did not seem painful. Sima closed his eyes peacefully, and the flames slowly permeated every inch of bones and flesh from the meridians, like turning a strange tree into glass bit by bit.

Qu Zhu watched quietly, he had heard of such things.

——"Where is [Xi Jun]?"

"Wherever the fairy fire reaches, [Xi Jun] is everywhere."

This was a question and answer seventeen years ago, but Qu Zhu remembered this sentence clearly every day.

A strange will had begun to emerge from this pure flame.

"Faceless" first made this body spiritual and pure, and every bit of flesh and blood it had refined could be reached by the will. Then the "immortal fire" will go back to the main body from the projection. When the real immortal fire flows out from its depths, it will also bring the will hidden in it.

Qu Zhu watched this scene quietly, and the crystal fire was reflected on the stage.

"Is the formation ready?" Sima suddenly opened his eyes and said hoarsely.

"After jumping 378 miles, after landing, go south for 80 miles, Ming Qitian is there." Qu Zhu said softly, "It's been half a quarter, and the Immortal Terrace has begun to close the net."

"It's in time."

Sima slowly closed his eyes.

On the magnificent tree that was more than ten feet high, the transparent flame covered every branch and dyed every red flower, ready to penetrate into it, everything seemed to be quiet at this time.

The distant will that was about to enter the master had been born from the flame, but it was still contained in the fire. Only after truly controlling the body could it gain perception of the outside world.

Sima bowed his head to the formed "embryo" and slowly withdrew from his body respectfully.

Qu Zhu looked at this scene and could almost foresee what would happen next - Sima's will was replaced by flames, and the moment the legendary [Xi Jun] took over, this body would begin to communicate with heaven and earth and move towards the Heavenly Tower.

This is almost the highest secret of the Happy Death Tower, which has never been revealed to the public in the past 20 years. If it weren't for such an opportunity, Sima would rather die with two projections.

But now, no matter how much protection the Immortal Terrace has made, the supreme power belonging to the Immortal Lord is no longer with the woman after all.

The spreading flames finally stopped, and the mysterious energy began to return to the body and burn in the flames. Sima's will was about to completely leave this body.

Four hundred and sixty miles away, under the stars and the moon, a wide and stable carriage was galloping on the road. In the carriage, Ming Qitian leaned under the candlelight and quietly read the Sword Scripture.

In order to escort the young monarch, the Immortal Terrace dispatched two people, one bright and one dark, to visit the palace. At this time, the surroundings were quiet and peaceful, and it didn't seem like anything would come.

On the Holy Spirit Tree by the river, the muscles, bones, and flesh had begun to reunite. Sima uttered his last hoarse voice before leaving his body: "Qu Zhu, start the formation."

Qu Zhu looked at this strange scene quietly, his body still weak after being seriously injured.

He clearly felt the powerful will behind the flames, and it had been a long time since his heart and lungs contracted so uncontrollably. It was not the oppression of Gao Miao, it was almost peaceful and peaceful, like an ancient and long life.

How many years has he been around, eight hundred or a thousand? What kind of power does he have, and how many things can he subvert? Why did he throw the Huansi Tower into the world?

Anyway, he's here.

Qu Zhu slowly raised his hand, and on the river behind him, the formation he had just sketched floated mysteriously.

Thousands of fine and beautiful water flows towards this Holy Spirit Fire Tree, starting from the edge of the Immortal Fire thirty feet away, creating the appearance of the [Treasure Raft on the Other Side], which covers everything about the flame, without a trace of leakage.

This formation has been outlined in the river, and preparations for its launch have been completed.

"I think it's too late." Qu Zhu said softly.

He looked quietly at the head on the top of the tree and suddenly clenched his fist!

[Sima]'s pupils suddenly shrank, and he turned his head in disbelief and stared at him.

Thousands of thin streams suddenly turned into mist, with a radius of thirty feet, turning into a mist in an instant.

Formation within the formation, [Yunsuo Zhulou].

All mysteries are mine.

The profound energy returning towards the fire tree suddenly stopped and disappeared, and all the profound energy within thirty feet turned into clouds and mist, and could only be mobilized by the formation master.

Shocked rage appeared on Sima's face, and the flames that spread suddenly became fierce, evaporating all the water mist in an instant, but the next moment a steady stream of water poured into the area again.

Next to it is a wide river. This is the place that Qu Zhu has already chosen.

Xi Mian looked at this mysterious sacred tree indifferently, and slowly walked towards it with his sword in hand.

But this has alarmed the will in the flame.

He could not accurately perceive the outside world yet, but as soon as he glanced at him, Qu Zhu suddenly froze in his steps, his mind felt as if it had been shattered, and a mouthful of blood dripped on the ground.

Just like a lion and a tiger looking at an ant, only one will has drawn up the prohibition. Before the steps of the immortals and saints, ordinary people are prohibited from doing anything.

This is an iron law directly promulgated in the realm of mind. Qu Zhu stood stiffly three feet away, unable to move forward any further.

But the next moment he took a slight step again, still looking directly at the crystal clear flame, and in the palm of his hand, a misty pearl emitted a faint light.

The next moment, all the flames rolled towards him like poisonous dragons. Without profound energy, these spiritual fires themselves were deadly weapons. Behind them, Sima had completely withdrawn from his body, and the fairy fire wrapped the tree of flesh and blood. He is slowly taking off his coat.

As long as [Player] takes over this body and truly comes into contact with this world, all problems will no longer be a problem.

For this moment, thirty feet of fairy fire all flew in. They were the only projections in Sima's body, and they were the true seeds of fairy fire that came with the will of Xijun. The mysterious energy could not be resisted, and the true energy was easily penetrated. Tooru is indeed difficult enough.

Qu Zhu still walked forward silently, and the fairy fire all over the sky came towards him. He slowly raised his hand - a little red suddenly appeared from it.

It was like a red flag appeared in the white robes of thousands of troops, and like a break in the perfection. That was the fire he returned to Sima.

A thing that could kill him at any time has been entrenched in his Dantian for twenty years. Many times, he thought about it longer than thinking about Xitingxin.

The fire curtain burst open, and Qu Zhu walked out of the sea of ​​fire. He looked at the body wrapped in fairy fire in front of him, and the will inside was about to slowly come into contact with it.

Qu Zhu raised his hand and pressed it.

Then the whole tree of flesh and blood disappeared.

It completely disappeared, as if it had never existed, and only the fairy fire was still floating in the sky. Of course, it could no longer descend on anything.

The powerful will inside was quiet. He knew that he had been interrupted, but all feedback from the outside world was too abstract.

It wasn't until he felt the indifferent gaze from outside through the curtain of fire.

The two wills collided with one point at the same time, and for a moment they vaguely touched each other - on one side was the incomplete and weird scene, and on the other side was a withered old finger tapping the cover of the book, with ink stains on the cuff.

Just a fleeting moment.

This consciousness was quiet, the descending spiritual body was eliminated, and the way back was blocked by abnormal fire. In silence, he annihilated himself.

Only this pure white flame was left.

Qu Zhu looked at it quietly for a while, then put his sleeves away.

The surrounding clouds and mist slowly dissipated, and the water came and went invisible. Qu Zhu straightened his sleeves, leaving no trace around.

At this time, the tree of flesh and blood was revealed again, but it was no longer crystal clear, only eerie. Sima, who had his body and mind forcibly integrated, is now completely disabled. He looked at the quiet black robe in front of him in disbelief: "Why are you..."

Pei Ye stared blankly at the sword light. He had never known that Master Sui had such attainments in sword skills.

Especially at this age.

Everything was a bit chaotic, and countless threads began to dance messily in his mind. Pei Ye didn't know which one to grab - had Qu Zhu taught him? After all, they had been together for seven years.

Or is Mr. Sui inherently gifted?

There must be something wrong. Pei Ye suddenly felt inexplicably panicked, and then he discovered that this body was also in panic.

He held the hilt tightly, trying to even out his breathing and sorting out his true qi after the bloody battle. But the tension of his emotions could not be suppressed.

Almost panic.

He rushed back desperately. When he left the valley, he was alert to the surroundings with his sword pressed. Now he was running at full speed without any regard for everything, and the snow trees he passed by rustled down.

Pei Ye quickly figured out why.

The swordsmanship of the black-robed man just now was too vicious and the means were too strange. It was almost a weapon specially cultivated for killing.

And there was only one person in this team who was most worthy of killing.

Pei Ye was stunned and felt some sadness. He had never thought that this powerful and calm adult had such a panic moment. It was really powerless to watch such a desperate situation.

He must have respected, trusted, and been close to the upright governor. He rescued him from the predicament. The day before yesterday, they were still talking about their vision after arriving in the city in the carriage.

Pei Ye suddenly remembered the morning when he ascended the tower after winning the Autumn Prize. The old man in black clothes and gray hair stood quietly in front of the ink painting in Han Pavilion.

"Do you recognize it?"

"Ancient"

"In ancient times, ambitious people were poor first and then worried; they lived in the world and rowed in the middle of the stream." He turned forward after reading it, and Pei Ye did not see his expression. "Later, this person was killed by treacherous officials."

Sui Lord also went to the city with sincerity. He believed in the teaching of the governor "only take the right path" but experienced such a tragedy.

Pei Ye was stunned and thought, and suddenly stopped. This body has returned to the Great Sky Lan.

The description of language can never reach the impact of the picture.

Dozens of fresh lives turned into corpses, horrible wounds, flowing blood, panicked cattle and horses, in the wind and snow, three black robes fluttered like bats and owls, and people fell down like wheat when they passed by.

Su Xuchun struggled to hold on, and Ji Changcun relied on the official seal to fight one-on-one, but both were in obvious danger.

'Pei Ye' grabbed the hilt of the knife in an instant and rushed forward, holding the knife to kill the person in front of Su Xuchun. The hot blood splashed on his cheeks. He didn't have time to listen to anyone's call and ran desperately towards the first car.

Qu Zhu, whose body was stained with blood, was holding a sword in one hand and flipped up an overturned carriage, revealing Lord Yu who was hidden underneath.

The old man was not injured, but the wind and snow alone made him pale.

This body suddenly rushed over and knelt on the ground, injecting true energy into Yu Chaocai, and his fingers trembled as he quickly untied his robe, trying to wrap the old man up and take him away.

Yu Chaocai held a dagger and murmured palely: "No, no, you guys run away. Separate, don't worry about me, Wuhui, go away."

The man kneeling in front of him trembled his lips, but said nothing. At this time, he raised his head and saw Ji Changcun suddenly covered his abdomen with cold sweat.

The man's heart and lungs contracted suddenly, and he suddenly grasped the hilt of the knife, but a cold sword had pierced his chest from behind, with blood flowers, and pierced into the throat of the old man in front of him.

Two pairs of unbelievable eyes faced each other, and the pair on the opposite side, like a dead tree and an old pond, dimmed faster.

The man slowly turned his head and looked at the man holding the sword. In the dark night, blood slowly flowed from the forehead of this colleague, and he suddenly found that this face was so unfamiliar.

The man twisted the sword and completely crushed the left chest and throat of the two men.

The anger and astonishment of this body burst out at the same time. He drew his sword and turned back. Two friends of similar age and similar futures fought for life and death at this moment.

Pei Ye felt sad for Lord Sui, but at this time he stared more hard at the man with a blurred face in front of him. The swords and shadows intertwined, but he only felt that the confusion was getting heavier.

He tried hard to grasp a smooth line, but it was completely unreasonable, until the sharp sword sense once again pulled him into the present, but this time it was not the sword in his hand, but from the opponent's hand.

So Pei Ye was completely stunned.

——Why did Qu Zhu use a sword in such a life-and-death fight?

Pei Ye's thinking stagnated here, because what happened later made him completely confused.

This story should have ended here.

Lord Sui would be pierced through the chest by a sword again after four rounds, and then Xuanmen, who came behind him, broke his chest with a palm and buried him in ice and snow from then on.

Qu Zhu naturally went with Huansi Tower, and Lord Sui would also be resurrected from the dead and return to the city.

But this battle did not develop in this way at all.

This body was so strong that it was hard to imagine. After two battles and being pierced through the chest, it still maintained its amazing fighting power. He fought with the man in front of him to the death. In his rage, he almost made the other party completely unable to resist. He exchanged injuries for injuries. In just ten rounds, he broke the sword with one knife and nailed the man to the wall of the car.

And the Xuanmen behind him had killed Ji Changcun.

‘Pei Ye’ turned around slowly with blood all over his body. He was seriously injured and his true energy was about to run out. There was no companion standing around him. The valley was filled with fresh blood in the howling wind and snow.

He looked at the black robe in front of him. It was not as he said later that he escaped by pretending to be dead, because at this time a huge force between heaven and earth began to penetrate his body.

He stepped into the Xuanmen without dodging in front of this powerful enemy, relying on his seriously injured body.

This power was obviously too unfamiliar, and his physical condition was obviously too weak. Even though he had reached the same realm as the enemy and even though the enemy was also injured, this battle was too brutal.

In the end, the sword skills failed to make up for this gap. Two people who were also on the verge of death were pressed against the cliff, fighting for their last strength with cold blades against each other. The black robe was obviously better, and the scene was full of murderous stares. But at this moment, 'Pei Ye' suddenly abandoned his knife and raised his hand to strangle the black robe's shoulder firmly.

He raised his fingers together, and there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air in the wind and snow behind him. The black-robed pupils shrank suddenly, but a bright blade with cold light had penetrated the back of his neck, and the sword tip stopped on Pei Ye with blood. 'On the throat.

Pei Ye watched this scene quietly.

The black robe slipped from his body, and he staggered, leaning on his sword, before arriving in front of his friend who had just fought to the death.

The sword was pulled out from his chest, and the man collapsed on the ground helplessly, at the end of his life.

Pei Ye watched himself crossing the sword blade in silence, and the chaos in his mind slowly calmed down. He felt that his body was cold, as if he was one with the body in the wind and snow.

He suddenly understood countless things.

Why was Yingmian so insightful into everything in Bowang; why his investigation in the first half of Kongtong was never hindered by Qu Zhu; why he was able to crack the [Mirror Dragon Sword Sea]; why Lord Wu wanted to die without telling him.

Pei Ye watched as he put the sword blade against his friend's throat. The dying betrayer was no longer ruthless or pretending. He tilted his head and looked at him sadly: "Qu Zhu .The terrain makes it happen, and the origin is not one day.”

The sword blade paused, then was pulled horizontally, and the faceless head rolled to the ground.

In Datianlan twenty years ago, only one person had ever survived.

Qu Zhu leaned quietly under the snow wall. He could hardly move and didn't want to move. He let the wind and snow quietly bury him. He raised the sword and reflected it. Only then did Pei Ye realize that this face was the only one that had never been blurry.

So clear and familiar, the pride before thirty and the coldness after thirty appear on this face at the same time.

Only about a quarter of an hour later, more black robes came here. The leader was purple and gold, and the shadow of silence pressed against him.

"Huansilou," the seriously injured man said in a low voice, raising his eyes to look at these strange enemies, "Do you want nails from the government office?"

"You have obtained the heart of the West Courtyard, we are helping you obtain the [Beam]!!" Sima roared hoarsely, and the actor who seemed to be always calm was almost hysterical at this time, "Do you know what you are doing?! "

Qu Zhu slowly arranged his clothes and boots, patted away the dust and smoothed out the wrinkles. It wasn't until the roar of the bones beside him finally stopped, panting heavily and staring at him with red eyes that he slowly turned around and whispered softly. : "I never wanted [Daliang]."

Sima's expression suddenly solidified.

"Does Daliang have anything to do with Hushan Jianmen?" Qu Zhu said lightly, "From the moment you told me that you wanted to capture the [Xiting Heart], what I want to do is to hoe you off."

Sima seemed to have heard the most ridiculous thing in the world: "You want to hoe us? To protect Xitingxin?! - Hahahahahahahahaha!"

He smiled crazily: "Are you kidding! You broke the star tomb with your own hands! Destroyed the star bugs with your own hands! You were expelled from the master because you stole into the temple and killed the master - all this before you met us!! The best thing ever! Aren’t you the one who wants Xiting’s heart?”

"Now we give it to you!!" he roared again.

"We have spent twenty years working on [Daliang]! The Soul Seizing Pearl! The Mirror Dragon Sword Sea! Which one has not been your twenty years of hard work?! Now we are going to take over the West Courtyard! And you will be the main one!!" Sima Yelling and glaring at him, "You're telling me now that you're going to destroy everything you've done for twenty years with your own hands?!"

"Yes." Qu Zhu said quietly.

Sima looked at him absurdly: ".Just because you don't want to be the lead actor in Huan Shei Lou?!"

Qu Zhu looked at the river in front of him quietly. If it weren't for the words "Kill Master", he would rarely think about the old man's distant face.

In the corridor outside the Bronze Palace, there was blood-stained, cold, and absolute rage.

He broke into the temple without authorization, and the master saved him with his life. When he came out, he was seriously injured and was on the verge of death. It was almost the first time in his memory that he bit his lip and cried.

Facing the angry old man, he gritted his teeth, slowly pulled out the sword from his waist while trembling, staggered over, and knelt on the ground holding the sword in both hands.

"Master." He gritted his teeth and choked with sobs, "I will never give it up in this life. I must take it off and leave it to the Hushan Sword Sect, no matter what the ancestral system is! You kill me. Otherwise, I I will definitely come here a second or third time.”

He grabbed the ground with his forehead and held the sword above his head for a long time with tears in his eyes, but he could only gently touch his head with a withered hand.

"Of course." He said quietly, "Because I am the sixty-ninth generation disciple of Hushan Sword Sect, Qu Wuhui."

He gently raised his hand, and Sima's entire body suddenly froze. The actor who had lost his true mystery was wiped out of consciousness. The tree of flesh and blood collapsed and fell to the ground. There was no trace of magic anymore, just like debris scattered everywhere.

Then he tossed a small black bead and colorless flame, causing it to disappear on top of the pile of debris.

He raised his hand to pick off the broken scene on his face, then gently twisted it to turn it into powder, and then dissipated with the river water.

He patted the debris on his hand, and the roaring sound pierced through the air in the wilderness, and in an instant a stream of mysterious energy came flying towards him.

It had only been a quarter of an hour since Sima left the Prison Demon Land, and the Immortal Platform had completed the encirclement of the place where he landed.

"Master Sui, are you okay?"

The old man with gray hair and black clothes shook his head.

“.Sure enough, he didn’t take the bait.” Xiao Changgong frowned and tilted his head to say, “Remember: Sima committed suicide just as expected; Qu Zhu left no trace.”

“It makes sense.” Sui Zaihua responded casually. He lowered his head to wipe the mud off his boots on the stone, and quietly looked at the clear face reflected on the river.

Familiar and strange.

The river is broad and silent. It flowed like this thirty years ago.

Unable to guess the past, I often see the old face at night.

The lonely man sleeping by the lamp is afraid of the autumn wind, shaking off a sad dream.

Who will believe if I haven’t met you? Now I can show my name.

I have met you in the mirror after traveling all over the world, and I look back and my heart is still.

The picture was broken again, and it was a rainy night in Bowang when it was gathered again.

Yu Chaocai had been buried in his hometown. In front of his tomb, a lonely figure stood in the rain in the middle of the night.

This was the last scene of this bead. Pei Ye looked at it quietly, watching himself throw the [See Body] tied on his hand into the tomb.

"We have been together for many years, and it is all in the bead." He said in a low voice, "Master Yu, I will definitely destroy the Happy Death Tower in my lifetime."

". Pei Ye, did you see anything?"

The moonlit night was still quiet, and Pei Ye seemed to have been away from the bead for a while, but he just came back to his senses.

"Pei Ye, if you see anything important, you can discuss it with me." Li Piaoqing looked at him with some trepidation and worry, trying to hide his nervousness, as if he hoped that he could see something key from it, but he didn't want the information to be read by the boy.

".No." Pei Ye raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows for a while, stretched and smiled, "Where did you find this diary-like thing? It's more boring than Yang Yan's sword practice."