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Leng Zhenqing's head was aching, and a series of news came unexpectedly.

Many images flashed across the eyes, the blood pool of the Mo family, Wen Bin's tombstone...

Later on, it seemed that Ye Zhixi was wiped out by a monk.

But now, why did he appear here again.

Why did he show himself these things?

Leng Zhenqing narrowed his eyes, feeling weak all over his body, and forced himself up from the ground, and what he saw was a young man in red was fighting a sword with a man in black, and beside him was a man in black, holding a sword and looking upright .

The three of them flapped their clothes, and the aura shook the surrounding fog.

Leng Zhenqing lowered her eyebrows, tried her best to focus her eyes, and looked at the three people, that is, An Moshui, Ye Zhixi, and... Cui Concubine? !

He ordered his disciples to go back, but he still came.

An Moshui held the sword in his hand, and pierced Ye Zhixi's neck with a sword.

Even though Cui Yudang stabbed with a sharp sword, he missed and was hit on the back of the hand by Ye Zhixi's folding fan.

"Why bother?" Ye Zhixi laughed out loud.

"Why do you want to kill my master?" An Moshui said, his tone full of anger.

Ye Zhixi raised her eyes and met An Moshui's clear eyes. After a while, he smiled and sighed: "It's really useless."

The voice was so loud that An Moshui hadn't reacted to what he said, so he came to Leng Zhenqing's side at the speed of a shadow, and the folding fan raised Leng Zhenqing's chin and looked at him, "Tsk tsk, tsk tsk, It looks good."

Only then did the two people over there notice that Leng Zhenqing had woken up.

"Master!"

Holding the sword, An Moshui wanted to step forward, but was blocked by Leng Zhenqing's gesture.

"General Ye, is it interesting?" Leng Zhen asked clearly.

Ye Zhixi narrowed her eyes and raised her eyebrows, "Young Master Leng, what do you think?"

"Looking at General Ye's expression, I know that General Ye must be very interesting. The Miefeng family, Tu Moshan, and Buguijie have worked hard for you along the way."

"Since Mr. Leng knows that I have worked hard, why not save me some time and kill yourself." Ye Zhi smiled regretfully, with his harmless face.

"Master, don't!"

Before Leng Zhenqing could speak, An Moshui refused for him first.

Ye Zhixi turned her head slightly, and when she whistled, many corpse puppets appeared in the white mist.

Concubine Cui, An Moshui didn't have time to protect Leng Zhenqing.

"Why did you kill me?" Leng Zhenqing asked, let him die, at least make him understand.

"You want to know?"

Leng Zhenqing nodded.

"Because you blocked my young master's way." Ye Zhixi let go of the fan, opened it instead, shook it lightly, and said, "An Moshui."

Leng Zhenqing was a little stunned, his son turned out to be An Moshui.

Isn't An Moshui the prince of the underworld? !

An Moshui was dressed in red, full of heroism, fighting among a group of corpse puppets, but her eyes were always staring at Leng Zhenqing.

Ye Zhixi suddenly took out a sword from nowhere, the blade only touched Leng Zhenqing's chest, he just swiped lightly, and a small ball of blood soaked the green shirt.

An Moshui's eyebrows furrowed as he watched, and he rushed straight up regardless of the corpse puppets around him.

Leng Zhenqing's heart trembled when he saw it, he was so decisive?

Ye Zhixi stood up, put away her sword, and began to deal with An Moshui.

Leng Zhen wanted to get up, but found that his limbs couldn't move at all, so he could only watch the two fight, but he was helpless.

Although An Moshui was formidable, he couldn't beat Ye Zhixi.

Ye Zhixi tapped the folding fan lightly, and it touched the acupuncture point on his arm, and another point, touched the acupuncture point on his neck...

Leng Zhenqing felt uneasy in his heart when he saw it, and when he turned his eyes, Cui Concubine over there was still fighting with the corpse puppet.

"Cui Concubine! Help me!" Leng Zhenqing asked him for help.

Cui Yu glanced at him, but still came over, quickly tapped his acupoints with both hands, Leng Zhenqing felt a wave of spiritual energy flow through his body, and finally he was able to move!

"Seventeen! Don't panic!" Leng Zhenqing hurriedly comforted An Moshui first.

Ye Zhixi was holding onto An Moshui at this time, and she moved closer to him. I don't know what he said, but the corner of his mouth was full of smiles, but An Moshui's expression gradually turned cruel.

"Seventeen! Hold on!" Leng Zhenqing jumped on his toes, trying to jump to An Moshui's side, but was held back by Cui Yu.

"He's bewitched." Cui Yu said coldly.

"What?!" Leng Zhenqing exclaimed, almost slapped Cui Concubine to death.

An Moshui didn't know what he had heard, his eyes gradually turned red and became vicious, and even the hand holding the sword was shaking.

Ye Zhixi suddenly unlocked his acupoints, then jumped and stepped aside, looking like she was watching a good show.

Before Leng Zhenqing could react, he was startled by An Moshui's sudden sword.

An Moshui's moves were extremely fast, approaching his lifeline, Leng Zhenqing dodged extremely quickly, frowning to recall his sanity: "An Moshui! Calm down!"

An Moshui, on the other hand, was like a violent black bull, charging around. His attack became a bit stronger, and Leng Zhenqing couldn't take it anymore, so he called You Chan.

You Chan unsheathed, a blue light flashed, but he just defended, not attacking.

"An Moshui! Wake up!" Leng Zhenqing turned sideways, dodging his sharp sword again.

Liu Yun swung past, and collided with You Chan directly, making an ear-piercing cry.

"Cui Concubine! Come and help me...!" Leng Zhenqing turned her head to ask Cui Concubine to help, but what she saw was that Cui Concubine was entangled with Ye Zhixi.

annoying!

Leng Zhenqing frowned and looked at the disciple with scarlet eyes in front of him, almost slapped him to death.

"An Moshui! Wake up...you!"

You Chan originally only wanted to protect his master, but who knew that Liu Yun's attack was too fierce, and it also had a temper, and unexpectedly stabbed An Moshui's chest in a misplaced position.

The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword hit the sword.

Liuyun fell to the ground silently, An Moshui's eyes returned to pitch black, but his complexion was pale.

He lowered his eyes, his pupils constricted, and watched You Chan stab into his chest, blood overflowed, but he didn't dye the red clothes red again.

"Master..." An Moshui raised her eyes and stared at him sadly.

Leng Zhenqing's mind was blank, looking at You Zen on his chest, his eyes were a little out of focus.

His thoughts were a little confused, his hands and feet were in a mess, and unexpectedly he put his hand on the hilt of the sword again.

An Moshui's eyes darkened again, feeling cold.

"I..." Leng Zhenqing's throat tightened, unable to say anything.

"Master, disciple..." An Moshui's eyes were wet, and he wanted to defend himself.

"My lord!" Ye Zhixi no longer entangled with Cui Concubine, with a wave of the folding fan, You Chan was pulled out by the air current, and immediately, the salty smell in the air became a little stronger.

An Moshui staggered back a few steps, covered the bloody chest, and still looked at him.

His fingertips were trembling, his expression was in a daze, as if he wanted to explain something, but before he could say a word, he was hugged by Ye Zhixi, and a black hole suddenly appeared behind Ye Zhixi, Ye Zhixi was about to struggle An Moshui was dragged in.

An Moshui stretched out her hands to him, her eyes filled with tears, wanting to be held by him like a child.

But before Leng Zhenqing stretched out his hand, he disappeared.

Leng Zhenqing's hands were frozen in mid-air, looking at the place where he disappeared, the whole person was a little distracted.

He was stunned for a long time, and he didn't even notice when Cui Yu came to him, and when the white mist around him faded away.

The warm sun hit the forest in the afternoon, but Leng Zhenqing was a little unsteady.

Can anyone tell him what he just did?

The blood on You Chan's body hadn't been wiped off yet, Leng Zhenqing with the bright red blood thorn trembled in his heart.

"You, are you okay..." Cui Yu looked at the pale Leng Zhenqing, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Leng Zhenqing was dumb, and after a while, he said: "I... I'm going back to the inn first."

He jumped onto You Chan unsteadily, almost fell in the middle, and the sword flew out quickly.

Even with that, his thoughts also flew.

Leng Zhenqing didn't remember how he returned to the inn, but he only remembered that he locked himself up as soon as he returned.

Seeing his gloomy face and the blood stains on his green shirt, the disciples held back their questions and could only watch him go upstairs in a daze and close the door.

The disciples gathered around a table and looked at the closed door upstairs.

"Master, Master, is this...?" Someone among the disciples asked.

He shook his head heartily, he didn't understand it himself.

"Why didn't Senior Seventeen come back?" Wen Bingxuan asked this question after watching Leng Zhenqing enter the door for a long time.

"Yeah, what about Seventeen?"

"Your Seventeen will not come back." A deep male voice came.

Cui Concubine walked in with a strong aura, dressed in black clothes, full of heroism, Zi Qingfeng disciple hurriedly got up and said, "Master Cui is good."

Cui Yu nodded and sat directly among the disciples.

"Master Cui, what did you mean by that just now?" Hanxin asked, but he began to feel uneasy.

"An Moshui, I'm possessed." Cui Yu said this very calmly.

The disciples were dumbfounded, all showing expressions of disbelief.

"Master Cui, you can't..."

"He has a demonic energy attacking his heart and lost his will. Thanks to your master, otherwise he would have completely become a monster." Cui Yu's brows were hard, and her tone was suffocating.

Hanxin took a deep breath, with an anxious expression on his face: "Then Seventeen..."

"He was dragged into the barren time and space by Ye Zhixi."

"What?! Ye Zhixi!" Wen Bingxuan was the first to stand up.

Jiang Ziran was surprised, although Ye Zhixi was very scary, but his junior sister shouldn't be so surprised, "Junior sister, what's wrong?"

"Ye Zhixi is my aunt's apprentice."

"What?" Jiang Ziran exclaimed this time.

Wen Bingxuan sat down a little dejectedly, and sighed: "My aunt is Wen Luo, the mistress of the Wen family more than ten years ago, and Ye Zhixi was his second disciple, but for some reason, the Wen family was taken over by Mo Xiao more than ten years ago. The family was destroyed, and my aunt and Wen's family were also sacrificed, but Ye Zhixi was the only one who was still alive. I heard that he followed the ghost path and slaughtered the Mo family, but in the end he was devastated. Now he reappeared... I."

A group of teenagers stared wide-eyed when they heard the explanation of their junior sisters. The Wen family was destroyed, the Mo family was slaughtered, and Ye Zhixi brought disaster to the world. They had never heard of these things. They also know.

But what they didn't know was that Ye Zhixi was actually a disciple of the Wen family.

Frowning heartily, this matter is obviously difficult to solve, "Then the corpse puppet this time was also manipulated by Ye Zhixi?"

"Well, but it seems that he won't manipulate these puppets anymore." Cui Yu said.

"Master Cui, how do you say this?"

"He achieved his goal."

Listening to the conversation between Ye Zhixi and Leng Zhenqing, he figured out that what Ye Zhixi wanted was An Moshui.

"Then Uncle Cui, is there any way to save the Seventeenth Junior Brother?" Han Xin asked cautiously, there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart.

"It's hopeless, the barren time and space, you can only go in, you can't go out."

The voice was so loud that the disciples all gasped.

Jiang Ziran held his breath. Although he hated An Moshui, he didn't want him to just disappear out of thin air.

There was a sense of powerlessness in the air.

The disciples turned their eyes upstairs one after another, and they all began to worry about the master in their hearts, fearing that he would never recover from the fall.

Leng Zhenqing sat in the room all afternoon, feeling a little dazed, the dim slanting light passing through the paper window, forming a halo on the cold ground.

Leng Zhenqing's eyes were empty, she hadn't recovered from the incident.

His eyes turned to You Chan, which was maroon with blood scabs, which was extraordinarily dazzling.

His heart trembled, and he threw You Chan to the ground with some anger.

Staring at You Chan on the ground for a long time, he sighed again, his eyes darkened, picked up You Chan, and stretched out his hand to wipe the blood stains on the blade, his fingers trembling slightly.

He was still a little out of control at first, but now he is a little sober, and he can think of something.

From the Feng family in Pingling to General Luo, Ye Zhixi had premeditated everything.

The smell of blood that day was probably the blood of these brides, and what he wanted to do was probably just to lure An Moshui.

He was also the one who appeared next to Yuhe back then. He manipulated the corpse puppet and hit An Moshui with a single palm. Although An Moshui's Ren and Du channels were opened, it also caused the spiritual energy in his body to become disordered.

Today he messed up An Moshui's acupuncture points, and deliberately stimulated him, causing the spiritual energy in his body to rush wildly, perfectly, making him...bewitched.

Thinking of An Moshui, Leng Zhenqing's heart turned cold little by little, and he stabbed him straight with a sword, and it was at the moment when he was demonized.

He rubbed his eyebrows, remembering that he was dragged into the barren time and space by Ye Zhixi this afternoon, and suddenly, a sense of powerlessness rose from his heart.

The barren time and space can only enter, not exit.

Although Leng Zhenqing believed that Ye Zhixi couldn't just let An Moshui die like that, he couldn't guarantee that he would see An Moshui again in this life.

His mind was in chaos, and he gasped for breath.

It is possible to say that he has no relationship with An Moshui? !

Anyway, An Moshui also served him for several years, but suddenly disappeared, Leng Zhenqing only felt bored again.

Not knowing where to vent the anger and sadness all over his body, Leng Zhenqing threw You Chan to the ground again.

"Why did you stab him!" Leng Zhenqing yelled at You Chan.

You Zen remained motionless.

But Leng Zhenqing seemed to have found a place to vent, "Tell me! Do you have a grudge against Liu Yun!"

The sword responded silently.

Leng Zhenqing sat down on the stool slumped, and slapped himself on the face. The slap was so hard that half of Leng Zhenqing's face turned red, and a burning pain climbed up his face. .

He thought to himself: After all, it's not because of his inability!If I had discovered it earlier, these things would not have happened.

It's a pity that the world didn't discover these four words sooner...