Grass and Trees of the Master of Demon Dao

Regardless of the struggle between the aristocratic families, Yiling Town still maintains its original appearance. Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan walked on the street one after the other, listening to the local accent of hawking along the street, and their hearts became much calmer.

It had been three days since Xue Yang left that day, and he spent three days in a daze. Even if he couldn't figure it out, he couldn't continue like this, so he followed Song Lan to hunt at night to clean up the walking corpses nearby.

But, Xue Yang...

When Xiao Xingchen thought of these two words, he felt like a knife was twisting in his heart. He couldn't tell if it was hate or something else. It was probably hate. How could he not hate? However, he hated being deceived more than he hated Xue Yang. Own.

This body of spiritual power, these eyes, all belong to Xue Yang, this is the place that tortures people, even the hatred can't be completely hated, can't be hated so righteously.

"Song Daochang, the walking corpses near the town have been cleared, so we won't stay here anymore." Xiao Xingchen stopped and looked at the small boat coming down the river. There were vendors on the boat hawking.

Song Lan couldn't speak, so she had to take a deep look at Xiao Xingchen, nodded immediately, and brushed the tip of Fuxue's sword across, writing, "It wasn't your fault, so don't worry too much about it."

Xiao Xingchen lowered his eyes slightly and didn't respond, this was the best answer, his temper seemed gentle, but in fact he was stubborn, otherwise he wouldn't have brandished his sword and killed himself in grief after learning the truth.

Fu Xue's sword tip paused for a moment, and then continued to write, "There are many doubts about this matter, and we need to think about it carefully. You and I witnessed Xue Yang's death that day, and his body was still buried in the backyard of Yizhuang. Is this person real? It was Xue Yang, it has not yet been determined."

Xiao Xingchen forced a smile, stretched out his hand to caress his eyes, and felt faint pain. He knew that this was Daoist Song's comforting words. Xue Yang's cruel eyes, in this world, apart from him, no one else There is no second person.

Things happened so fast, Xiao Xingchen was at a loss for a while.

"Let's go," Xiao Xingchen closed his eyes slightly, and sighed softly, "It turns out that the grievance between me and him has involved so many people, whether it's alive or dead, I'm afraid there will be another storm in this world. There's a storm."

Regarding Xue Yang's bad character, Xiao Xingchen dare not say that he knows [-]% or [-]% of it, but at least he can figure out sixty-seven points. The whole family, because of Jin Lintai's words, slaughtered the entire Baixue Temple.

This style of behavior is simply creepy and cruel.

"Song Daoist, let's just say goodbye. Regardless of whether that person is Xue Yang... No, it should be said that that person is Xue Yang. The matter between me and him must be resolved. If I leave, I'm afraid that the people in this small town of Yiling will suffer." Xiao Xingchen turned his head and glanced at the bustling street, feeling a little sad in his heart, "The matter of Yicheng must never happen again, one Yicheng is enough , there must never be a second Yicheng."

Xue Yang had already shown his face. When he contacted the tombs of the mass graves and the crawling marks all over the ground, Xiao Xingchen felt a chill rise from his heart, and he couldn't help but clenched the hilt of Shuanghua sword in his hand.

Xue Yang folded his arms, and half leaned against the wall not far away, staring at Xiao Xingchen and the two with a gloomy expression, his face so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip from it.

"Daozhang, why did you start talking to someone in the blink of an eye?" Xue Yang slowly raised the corners of his lips, and a trace of ferocity flashed in his eyes.

He waved his sleeves, turned around and limped towards the depths of the alley. The bandage was casually wrapped around his left hand hanging by his side. The blood on it had dried up, and the hem of his clothes was stained with mud on the ground. It is really conspicuous, even if it is splashed with a few mud ideas, it will not affect its luxury in the slightest.

The mass burial mound of Yiling patriarch was in the mountains, Xue Yang came with a sword, stopped beside the cursed wall at the foot of the mountain, looked at the high wall that had been pushed down, and smiled disdainfully, "Idiot."

No one has taken care of the place, the vegetation is very deep, and it is inconvenient to walk. Xue Yang lifted his clothes, stepped over the remnants of the stone wall, and walked along the mountain road at night. The sword was ready to go, and from time to time he took out a candy with his left hand and threw it into his mouth, walking up the mountain with a smile on his face.

Not long after he walked, he saw a headless stone beast by the side of the road. The stone beast was covered with vines and moss marks all over the hollow. The head of the beast had been crushed and thrown aside. Xue Yang looked casually He stepped on the stone beast, held the hilt backwards, and licked the sword with the tip of his tongue. It seemed that there was still a little sweetness in his mouth after eating the candy. the taste of.

There was a noisy sound from the top of the mountain, Xue Yang laughed a few times, his eyes were full of ferocity, and he said sweetly, "Little dwarf, I have to make a note of this, I have to pay it back sometime later."

He straightened up, and Jiang Disaster was hidden in his sleeve again, the black ground under his feet moved faintly, a skeleton arm slowly broke through the ground, Xue Yang looked down at the small bone arm, he suddenly With lips hooked into a smile and eyes showing a fierce look, he stomped hard on the bone arm and walked towards the top of the post.

A small piece of bone arm was annihilated into ashes under this foot mixed with spiritual power.

It wasn't too late for him to arrive, but he didn't show his face in front of the crowd. Instead, he turned directly onto the tree. He leaned against the tree trunk, straightened his left leg, and half-bent his right leg. Peeping at an upright siege, seeing the awe-inspiring appearance of this group of people, he almost laughed out loud. The Yinhu Talisman kept turning in his left hand, but it just didn't fit together.

It can be seen that it is not that the Yinhu Talisman cannot be combined into one, but that the person holding the Yinhu Talisman seems to have no such plan for the time being.

If he guessed correctly, Jin Guangyao must be nearby. He was the one who made the arrangements, so he naturally wanted to see the results of his hard work.

Xue Yang leaned against the tree trunk in boredom, listening to the yelling below, suddenly, he stopped his hands, sat up straight, looked at a white-clothed Taoist in the crowd, and suddenly smiled and said, "Daoist, you really Here we come."

He took out another candy and threw it into his mouth, and by the way, combined the two pieces of Yinhu in his hand into one.

The sea of ​​trees rustled, the birds in the forest were startled, and some inhuman roars could be heard faintly. Xue Yang didn't pay attention to these at all, and continued to eat the candies he hid, occasionally raising his eyes to look Xiang Linzhong, listening to the roars coming from all directions, smiled and licked the corners of his lips, revealing a ferocious and wild side.

These are walking corpses summoned by the Yinhu Talisman. For Xue Yang, the level is too low, and he can only play with it twice at will. If he wants to use these walking corpses to deal with Wei Wuxian and others, it is absolutely impossible. odds.

Sure enough, Xue Yang watched the ghost general Wen Ning wrestling with those walking corpses, and with a roar, he twisted the heads of the walking corpses off. Then there was a wave, and the number was increasing. He heard the sound of swords and swords criss-crossing below, and those people shouted for help in panic, and couldn't help stretching comfortably.

He squatted halfway on the branch, staring at the white figure below with a wicked expression, his eyes revealed a strange light, and smiled twice, "Oh, Daoist, I'm not happy when you talk to Song Lan, why are you talking to Song Lan again?" Did Wei Wuxian get mixed up? Ah, I'm angry."

He rubbed the Yinhu Talisman with his left hand, his gentle words were completely different from his fierce expression, those walking corpses seemed to be stimulated by something, and they rushed towards the center even more frantically.

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