A low-key old story

Zhen Jinglan's whole body was shrouded in the blue mist, and he couldn't feel any fluctuations in his spiritual power. The thin finger bones penetrated Xuanxiu's chest at an extremely tricky angle, and the blood that was still warm immediately splashed all over him.

Xuanxiu regained some sanity at that moment, dropped the ice pick, and he fell down slowly.He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he could only make a sound of "ahh".The demon came back, the seven orifices were bleeding, and the heartbeat was getting slower and slower. He stretched his neck and tried to crawl forward. He was less than two steps away, and he couldn't move anymore. He stretched out one hand, as if He was looking at someone, and seemed to be waiting for someone to arrive.Two lines of muddy tears flowed down together mixed with blood, carrying the emotions and words that this unknown Xuanxiu had never had time to utter in his entire life.

His inner demons were broken, but the ones in shock were not.

His inner demon was complacent about regaining control, until he saw his small and exquisite palm, slender fingers... a little over three feet tall!Who is this dwarf! ! !

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

The immature screams of human children echoed throughout the forest.

"Pillow! Surprised! Lan!"

No one responded to him, including Zhen Jinglan himself.

Two days later, Zhen Jinglan woke up again from this world.He sat and leaned against a tree, he saw things doubled, and he walked staggeringly as if he was drunk.

The situation has not changed in the slightest, he is still in the formation, and the most important thing is that he may still have typhoid fever.

He followed the direction that Wuming Xuanxiu was pointing at, holding onto the tree trunk, walking all the way and falling all the way.With his current strength, just trying to destroy such a formation would be beyond his reach.But he didn't have the time, he was afraid that he would be late.He has lost so much that he will never let go of what he has now, what he can grasp, even if he knows it is a moth flying to the flame, he will die.

It was a small broken house with no windows and no ventilation on all sides.The wooden door was locked, and without even thinking about it, he knocked on the door with his body, and the wooden door made a dull sound. With a "bang", the wooden door didn't move at all, but he hit it blankly.Exhausted, he slipped against the wooden door and fell to the ground, unwillingly shouting: "Senior Sister—"

Time passed quietly, and the mind, which was like a ball of muddy pillow, finally started to function.

Why would someone kill Senior Sister?

Wuming Xuanxiu's demeanor does not seem to be fake, who else but Cang Huo?Back up?Zhen Jinglan frowned at the thought of the name, and denied it again. Could he still not understand the apprentices he taught himself?Although the changes have changed a bit, he is not someone who will deceive his master and destroy his ancestors.

Casual repair?He then shook his head again, it should be Sanxiu who locked them here, if they want to kill them, they should be killed early, why bother.

The others... Zhen Jinglan is familiar with only three, maybe one more Xi Shu can be added, and there will be no one else.

He began to recall what Wuming Xuanxiu said before he went mad - to save all the demons here, to revive Xingyunzong, and to no longer be threatened by that old thing.

——Take Xiaoxiao's life in exchange for their glimmer of life.

Zhen Jinglan connected the whole sentence together, and thought brokenly: "After saving all the demon cultivators, revive the Xingyun sect, and will no longer be threatened by casual cultivators... revive the Xingyun sect... no, how to revive it ? It was not successful a hundred years ago, and within a hundred years in the formation, the cultivation base will inevitably retreat, so why do you think that such a "resurrection" can no longer be threatened..."

Zhen Jinglan couldn't figure it out, so he simply changed the next sentence: "Take the life of Second Senior Sister in exchange..."

How to change?Could it be that the second senior sister offended that loose cultivator so much that he ordered the disciples in the sect to do it himself before letting them go?

Still not right, he had only heard that something that was too easy to get might not be cherished, but he hadn't heard that the prey offended the wolf severely, so he decided to let the prey's kin eat him, and let his kin go.

Threat, how can we not be threatened?Collective counterattack, so that the wolf was hit hard?It's just that the hope is a little slim...unless...

He missed something.

He thought about it for a long time, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, and he said to replace the senior sister with a magic weapon.

Array of eyes!

Could it be that the senior sister has those eyes!

If the eye of the formation is broken, those who set up the formation will be backlashed by the formation, and will be severely injured, especially such a large formation with a complicated structure.Those who threatened them were severely injured, and they would have a breathing space to revive Xingyunzong!

But if the senior sister is replaced with a magic weapon, the casual cultivators who set up the formation will definitely notice it, and the situation they maintain will be destroyed.If they don't show affection or are forced by the situation, they will be hunted down even if Bai Xiao is rescued.

No wonder that Wuming Xuanxiu would rather stay in such a place for 300 years than rescue her, no wonder...he doesn't trust anyone at all.

It turned out to be like this... He clenched his fist and hammered it to the ground.Using spiritual sacrifices as the eyes of the formation, other than death, the safest way to get out is to kill the people who set up the formation.And that person who set up the formation happened to be their insurmountable existence. For the sake of the disciples of the sect, Cang Huo chose the sect, while Wuming Xuanxiu chose the senior sister.

Because Cang Huo knew that procrastination would only make their situation more unfavorable.

Therefore, the relationship between him and Wuming Xuanxiu is destined to be immortal.

Zhen Jinglan came here with the idea of ​​breaking the formation, and now it's completely useless.But he still wanted to see how his senior sister was doing. No matter what, he could only feel at ease when he saw it with his own eyes.He forced himself to stand up, and walked back to Wuming Xuanxiu's body. His body was already covered with a thick layer of snow, with only one hand exposed. The difference was that the snowflakes would never melt again, so he just Buried in the snowstorm.Zhen Jinglan was so hot that he could hardly stand upright, rubbed his temperatureless hands, and began to dig up the snow on his body.Halfway through the digging, he found a small copper spoon in his other hand.Zhen Jinglan took it out and buried him again.

After unlocking the lock, Zhen Jinglan pushed open the wooden door, and there was barely a glimmer of light in the dark room, but it was not enough for him to see the things in the room clearly.

After taking a step, a circle of blue light lit up from the bottom in the center of the hut. It was a small magic circle.As if waking up from something, he heard a hoarse whine, the voice seemed to give up asking for help, revealing endless despair.Just listening to the sound is already out of tune, Zhen Jinglan didn't recognize what kind of spirit beast it was coming from.

"Senior Sister!" He shouted again.

As the light got brighter, he finally saw what kind of spirit beast it was.Its weak vitality is like a flame fluttering in the wind and rain, flickering slightly, wanting to be extinguished.It was a dying white crane, with the three fiery red feathers drooping listlessly on its head.Zhen Jinglan trembled all over, and said in a trembling voice: "Senior Sister..."

Then boundless anger burned and steamed from his chest, and the sword intent of killing raged around him, Zhen Jinglan had never been so angry before.The master died in battle, the senior brother died in battle, and everyone on the battlefield died. Although their bodies and souls perished, they were upright and worthy of heaven and earth.Facing opponents with disproportionate strengths, they dare to face each other knowing that it is a dead end, because they know that standing behind them is the Xingyunzong, the Zongmeng, and the people of the world!In order to survive, for a glimmer of life, everyone is desperately trying their best.They did it, but for what?My senior sister was tortured so badly in the sect that she lost her spiritual power, destroyed the Dao foundation, and even turned into a prototype!

"Kill!" A very seductive voice hovered in Zhen Jinglan's mind, "Get back your sword, and kill this group of ungrateful people. Look at the ugly faces of these people, and see how desperately you protect them!" The next sect...how difficult it is to transform into a spirit beast, and to cultivate a Taoist foundation, there is no one in a million. Tsk tsk tsk, pillow shock, you have practiced swords for thousands of years, and you have nothing to do. Even your senior sister can't protect you. What kind of sword did you cultivate, what way did you prove..."

"What Tao did you prove, what did you cultivate..." Zhen Jinglan was at a loss for a moment.

The voice continued: "Have you forgotten? You are the unsharp sword, the pearl is covered with dust, and it will only be unsheathed in one day to kill all directions, smash the sun, moon and stars, and be invincible."

A sword appeared in Zhen Jinglan Ling's mansion, without a scabbard, and the sword was wrapped in black air, half floating on the clear and shallow pond.

"Pull it up! You can get everything you want!"

"...Sword!" Zhen Jinglan's expression froze, and the confusion in his eyes faded away. With red eyes, he kicked the creaking wooden door blown by the wind into the stone wall with a "bang", and he shouted, "Shut up !"

Embarrassed in his heart, the heart demon who had been dormant for a hundred years was able to take advantage of it again. He blew himself up, and his soul was unstable. It was the time when his will was weakest.Leaving aside the cultivation level, just at this age, if one really fell into a demon, the consequences would be even more terrifying than self-exploding Nascent Soul.Different from voluntarily handing over control of the body to the demon, this kind of guidance is the most dangerous.If you take one wrong step, you will live under the drive of your inner demons from now on.

"It's important to save people." After settling his mind and forcibly suppressing the soaring sword energy, Zhen Jinglan immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood, as if he didn't realize it, "Senior sister, I will definitely come back to rescue you, you must wait for me .”

Master Mu, who only stays in the Xingyun Sect for one morning every year, not only did not leave this time, but also stayed in the Xingyun Sect. There was no sign of leaving.

Mu Zongyou has also cultivated his confidantes in a hundred years. Although Cang Huo and Rong Su seem to submit to him, they are not credible in his eyes.Canghuo is a demon cultivator, and he kept him because of his alchemy skills. In Mu Zongyou's view, demon cultivators should submit to the feet of human beings and be driven and enslaved, which is a matter of course.It was his great honor to let Cang Huo be his eyeliner, but he didn't know what to do, and touched his bottom line several times.

So he promoted another person to fight against him, and that person was Rong Su.His confidant told him that he was the nephew of Linghe, and after Linghe became the eye of the formation, his reputation in the sect is no longer under the fire.And the relationship between his master and Cang Huo is the most unharmonious, so he is the most suitable candidate.No matter how defiant a junior is, it is impossible to openly contend with him, so he listened to his confidant.Unexpectedly, something happened suddenly, Rong Su somehow hooked up with Yan Yun, the leader of one of the thirteen branches of the demon clan, and the leader even called him His Highness.When seeing him in a competition for heaven, material and earth treasures, Rong Su just glanced at him lightly, and that one glance let him know that he could no longer control this junior whom he once despised.

"There is a change in the formation? The good friend is dead? Useless trash." After hearing the report from his confidant, Mu Zongyou pinched his fingers and sneered, "Hmph, these beasts are really getting more and more arrogant!"

The confidant didn't dare to answer, he lowered his head and said nothing.

Fortunately, Mu Zongyou didn't intend to ask him to answer, so he flicked his sleeves: "Immediately call all the people in the sect to gather in the dojo, and kill everyone who fails to get a cup of tea."