North Journey

"Who is that kidnapped disciple...?"

When Lian Yu heard Chang Yi's words, he already had the answer to the question in his mind.He looked at Chang Yi's struggling eyes, and inexplicably felt a trace of sadness, trapped by love, probably the fate of every generation of family members...

"Chu Mingqin, the closed disciple of Qiyan Valley's head teacher."

When Chang Yi heard this name, she was taken aback for a moment, then she silently closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands.

Chu Mingqin, Chu Qin'er... That's right, the disciples of Qiyangu's generation are all from the Ming Dynasty, Qin'er, she should also be called by this name.

However, even though she rationally determined that the two names should be the same person, emotionally, Chang Yi would rather be separated.

how could be?

How could a direct disciple of Qiyan Valley be kidnapped by an evil cultivator in the territory of the Yinxian Sect, the largest sect in Taoism?

The evil one is not right.He couldn't imagine what Chu Qin'er would experience after being kidnapped by the evil cultivator.

Lian Yu sighed silently, he was hesitating, seeing Chang Yi's performance, how could he not know that he was very affectionate.

"Qingzhou Jishan, if you want to go, it may not be too late."

He pushed a black and gold kit in front of Chang Yi, who looked up in surprise, unable to believe that Lian Yu would say such a sentence.

"My descendants of the Lian family have no cowards who can't even protect their beloved woman."

Lian Yu laughed heartily, and with a wave of Su's hand, Chang Yi had been sent thousands of miles away by him, and there was a joke in Chang Yi's ear, "It's just that since I've been saved, let's chase her girl." .

Chang Yi held the kit, and didn't understand why Lian Yu made such a sudden move. Obviously, he was the one who taught him to protect himself and keep a low profile...

However, in the center of the world, Lian Yu, who was originally acting relaxed and freehand, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.He looked at the shadow reflected in the teacup, but his eyes, which were once unyielding, were full of helplessness and resignation.

The Lian Clan has practiced the "orthodox" magic arts since the Demon Lord continued.It's just that, back then, Lian's dynasty had been blessed with good luck for thousands of years, so even if he died suddenly due to the backlash of the devilish energy, before that, his cultivation was making rapid progress.

But because of being a cultivator, the Lian family has already lost the life of the emperor in the world, so where will the descendants of future generations get the luck of the dynasty to assist in cultivation?

The Lian family has never lacked talents, and the self-esteem of being a royal family does not allow them to cause disputes in the world for their own selfish desires, and usurp the Ye family's throne that has been recognized by heaven.Therefore, every generation of the Lian clan is perfecting the secret method handed down by the demon to eliminate the sequelae caused by losing the protection of the dragon energy.

However, how can the extremely evil law be so easy to cultivate?Be it the Heavenly Demon or the Devourer, although the birth of the Demon Cultivator can be regarded as a response to the times, how can the Heavenly Dao really tolerate them who have found a different way and tried to reach the sky in one step.

Cultivators are most afraid of entanglement of cause and effect, but demonic cultivators are destined to be unable to avoid this.

This is also why the number of demon cultivators plummeted after a period of prosperity.It's just that others can choose not to practice the secret method of the Demon Gate, but Lian Shi, who has been burdened with countless karma, can no longer turn back.

Generations of clansmen can only try to find a trace of vitality while practicing the secret method that seems to them the best, like drinking poison to quench their thirst.

And what maintains the continuous inheritance of the Lian family for thousands of years is the nine dragon saliva beads that have been left behind continuously.

Before his death, Lian Cheng faintly sensed the disadvantages of the secret technique, gave up his last hope of survival, and condensed the remaining dragon energy into nine dragon saliva beads to pass on to the clan.

It's just that dragon energy is a consumable after all, after so many generations, only one remains in his hand.

Now, it's time to hand it over to Xiaoyi...

Lian Yu wiped away the blood from her lips, thinking of her daughter who insisted on refusing to practice.Did she see her own destiny long ago, so she didn't want to be the one who took away her father's foundation?

It's just, He Jin, you don't understand that no matter how desperate the end is, the bloodline of the Lian family should and cannot be cut off... Forgive father, after all, you let your son walk on this road of no return.

Lian Yu clenched the thing hidden in her bosom, changed her figure, and walked to Changfu step by step.

The Chang family has a big business, so they would never let a stranger enter the mansion at will, and Lian Yu didn't mean to go in and take a look at the person chosen by his daughter, and handed over the thing wrapped in a piece of gilt ink silk in his arms. to the concierge.

"Your young master entrusted me to find this, and I'm going to ask you to hand it over to Young Master Chang for me."

The magic sound came into my ears, so the concierge would not object.Lian Yu's spiritual sense sensed that the things had been put into Chang Yi's room, and even more knowing that there was a restriction on it that only the blood of the Lian family could break, so she left with confidence.

"Xiaoyi, with this old bone of my grandfather, there is probably only one last thing I can do for you."

A faint blood energy diffused from Lian Yu's body, and the magic cultivation secret method devoured everything, including the practitioner's essence and blood.Even if he loses the dragon saliva beads that depend on his cultivation, Lian Yu is still the blood of the first generation of demon kings, the last descendant of the Lian royal family that has been passed down for thousands of years.

From this day on, there is bound to be turmoil in the magic cultivator, because no one can stop an old man's determination to pave the way for his descendants.

Taihe Mountain, Yinxianzong.

Following the disappearance of Chu Qin'er, the talk meeting was naturally suspended.The elders of each sect suppressed the news about Wuxin Xiejun, and after counting the disciples of their own sect, they took the disciples to leave first.

Chu Qin'er naturally wanted to look for it, but it was related to the evil king, and ordinary disciples simply didn't have the ability to intervene.

However, no one expected that Chu Ze, who should have found nothing, would have found the trace of Wuxin Xiejun, and chased after him alone.

"Master, have you told Chu Weize about the evil cultivation?"

When Chu Yuanlan heard the report from his disciples, he rubbed the center of his brows, feeling full of depression but unable to vent it.

He reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to be polite to his master, but he couldn't do it after all.

I don't know if it is related to the reappearance of Wuxin Xiejun. The more he recalls Chu Qin'er's appearance recently, the more he feels that he is somewhat similar to Yuanxiu.The Earth Immortal, who was supposed to be free from illness and calamity, has always felt a dull throbbing pain in his heart these days.

"I didn't expect him to..."

Master Jingming, who came here in a hurry after hearing about an accident in the sect, was a little unreasonable. For beginners, when they mentioned evil cultivation, they always mentioned it to the point.Because beginners generally do not have the opportunity to go down the mountain, they are not afraid that they will come into contact with evil cultivators.In addition, although the evil cultivation method is strange, it is inevitable for many people to be attracted by it.Because of his in-depth understanding of evil cultivation and making mistakes in his daily practice, it is better not to know it for the time being.

No one expected that Chu Ze, who had not even established his foundation, would be able to discover the existence of Wuxin Xiejun, let alone that he would not report to the sect, but pursued alone.

But on Chu Ze's side, he was not alone as everyone thought.

I saw Feng Jing holding a compass-shaped magic weapon, and together with Chu Ze, they followed the breath of Wuxin Xiejun to Qingzhou.

Qingzhou, Jishan.

The Tiandao Temple built by Emperor Yu in the past has long gone with the wind and sand, and Chaofu and Xu You, who once lived in seclusion, are also missing.

In this legendary land of fairy mountains, the unintentional evil king who is loathed and hated by countless cultivators now lives.

With Wuxin Xiejun's cultivation base, it only takes a moment to cross the Kyushu.Therefore, whether it was Chu Ze or Chang Yi, it was naturally impossible to catch up with him before he returned to the cave.

However, at this moment, the behavior of this unintentional evil king is somewhat different from usual.

He does not hesitate to enjoy life, but does not allow others to invade his private territory, so the servants received by the evil king never dare to enter his bedroom, and he firmly believes that this evil king is as heartless and ruthless as his name claims , not letting anyone really invade his life.

However, today, there is a woman lying on Wuxinxiejun's couch.

Standing by the couch, Shen Yang looked at the blood-stained dust on Chu Qin'er's body, feeling inexplicably irritable in his heart.However, this kind of irritability is not the kind of killing intent that he used to have because the bed was soiled by others, but a complex emotion that he doesn't like to see these things appear on this person.

He raised his hand, subconsciously wanting to touch the bloodstain on Chu Qin'er's face, but stopped suddenly after thinking of something.Not only that, he also took a few steps back, as if to keep a distance from Chu Qin'er.

"Well……"

It seemed that Chu Qin'er couldn't help uttering a □□ because the lying down position pressed the wound. Even in a coma.

Shen Yang took a step forward, then took three steps back, stood still for a moment, and rolled up Chu Qin'er with the long whip in his hand.

Knowing that Wuxin Xiejun has a cleanliness habit and may come to take a bath at any time, there are always twelve maids standing by the soup pool in the cave.

When Chu Qin'er was brought to Tangchi by Shen Yang with a long whip, all the waiting maids were surprised.

After serving this evil king for many years, they also had some real understanding of the rumors from the outside world.

Before that, it was not that they had never seen the women brought by the evil king here, but they always showed disdain for those women who were held in the arms of the evil king.

But at this time, when they saw the woman who was lightly placed by the pool with a long whip by the evil king, all the maids couldn't help but get serious.

"Clean up."

Shen Yang left a sentence expressionless, as if he just regarded Chu Qin'er as an object.However, when he saw the marks on Chu Qin'er's body corroded by the evil spirit on the long whip, he silently stopped the steps that were about to turn around and leave.

"...and deliver it to my room later."

After speaking, both parties seemed to be stunned for a moment, Shen Yang pursed his lips and brushed his sleeves away, but among the maids, some seniors looked at each other with a little smile on their faces.