Rebirth of the Peerless Demon Pet

Except for these two little ones, Yue Jianwei only told Mo Canglan about what happened tonight, and guaranteed that no fifth person would know about it. Less than three meters behind Jiang, he stared at him without blinking or moving.

"What did you say just now?" Hong Lu asked with difficulty.

Han Jiang froze for a moment, then turned around and looked back, seeing Hong Lu's panicked expression, he was quite calm: "Why are you here?"

Hong Lu muttered: "My room is next to yours. I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. When I heard the sound of entering and leaving your room, I thought of getting up and coming over to see. In the middle of the night, what do you have to do? .”

As Hong Lu spoke, his voice disappeared. Suddenly, tears filled his eyes, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

"What's wrong with you, Brother Jiang, what's wrong with you... How could you become a ghost cultivator? When did you...?"

Han Jiang originally thought that Hong Lu would ask him those ordinary questions, such as whether he had colluded with the people behind the Baihuo Village Miecun, or whether he was the ghost puppet who absorbed the blood from those corpse puppets. Yin Qi, do you want to do something bad...

Unexpectedly, Hong Lu only thought that he was dead, so he became a ghost cultivator.

Yue Jian raised his eyes slightly to look at Mo Canglan who was standing beside him, and said: "This matter, I guess it's a long story."

Hong Lu's eyes that had been washed with water were quite bright, he gave Yue Jian Wei a hard look, and then said to Han Jiang more fiercely: "Han Jiang, tell me what's going on, if you dare to lie to me again With a few words, I will find your grave and dig your grave!"

Han Jiang: "..."

Yue Jianwei couldn't help being speechless, and said: "Don't be so cruel, it's already very miserable to become a ghost cultivator, and you still have to pick up other people's graves."

"Shut up!" Hong Lu growled.

Yue Jianwei immediately shut his mouth.

Han Jiang walked over, picked up the sword that fell on the ground, handed it to Hong Lu, and said: "If you want to know about this matter, I can explain it to you from beginning to end, that is, don't be angry , don’t cry, it’s not a big deal at all.”

Hong Lu couldn't calm down, he had already suffered quite a sudden blow, and now he heard the culprit talking softly to him as if nothing happened, and he was even more sad and angry, even his shoulders were shaking. is trembling.

He slapped the innocent sword on the ground again, lowered his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "It's not a big deal at all? In this world, if life and death are not a big deal, what else is there?" Big deal? Hanjiang, do you never take me seriously, do you think I don’t care about these things at all? If that’s the case, what else can you explain to me? You should still tell others Come on, I can't hear you!"

After finishing speaking, he actually didn't even want his own sword, turned around and walked away. The way he was striding forward was a posture that his relatives would not recognize.

She Lingyu and She Wuxia were silent and looked at each other, feeling that the surrounding wind was blowing and it was very creepy, so they didn't dare to speak anymore.

Han Jiang picked up the sword and asked, "Where are you going?"

Hong Lu said angrily: "Dig your grave!"

Han Jiang was quite helpless, he darted to Hong Lu's side without touching the ground, floated beside him, smiled wryly, and said, "Where do I have any graves? My body is not here, so where are the graves?" dig?"

Hong Lu's footsteps suddenly stopped.

He stared at Hong Lu in a daze, and said in disbelief, "Where is your body?"

Han Jiang stopped, seeing Hong Lu like this, he didn't want to pick up the sword again, so he simply hung the sword by his side.

He held Hong Lu's wrist, not letting him turn around and leave in a fit of anger, and said patiently, "Until the spring breeze."

Hong Lu: "..."

Yue Jianwei: "..."

Mo Canglan: "..."

This matter is a long story.

After Han Jiang had said all his good words, he managed to calm Hong Lu down for the time being. In the middle of the night, it was not a problem for a group of people to stand in this alley and make noise. These guys who pretended to be ghosts in the middle of the night were finally willing to leave.

The inn had already closed its doors to thank the guests, and Hong Lu insisted on going outside to cool down for a while, so everyone had to follow Hong Lu to sit under an old locust tree at the head of the town.

Hong Lu stared at Han Jiang from the beginning to the end, as if he wanted to poke a hole out of him with his eyes.

Han Jiang had a good temper and wanted to hold his hand several times, but Hong Lu threw him away.

For some reason, Yue Jianwei had the feeling of doing something bad. Although he sensed something wrong with Han Jiang and suspected that he was a puppet colluding with the corpse master, he never thought about it from the beginning to the end. To tell Hong Lu——

After all, the relationship between the two is extraordinary, and Hong Lu obviously doesn't know the truth about Han Jiang's death.

Unexpectedly, Hong Lu was so vigilant.

Of course, it is also possible that he is always paying attention to the movement next door and has no intention of sleeping.

All in all, Hong Lu found out.

This is very embarrassing.

Han Jiang sat down next to Hong Lu, and said: "Where is the spring breeze, I don't need to explain any more. The disciples of the West Court became greedy and wanted to take away the funeral objects that originally belonged to Han Wushuang. I've said it too, but I still have some things I haven't told you about."

That year, the West Courtyard offended Gu Yuan Wuhua's soul consciousness of guarding the tomb, and suffered a great loss. The spring breeze suddenly closed again, as if to trap them directly to death, and none of them would be spared.

Out of fear, the disciples immediately sent out a signal to ask the family for help, but the Spring Breeze has been closed, how can the outside world know?

However, when the disciple's soul lamps went out one after another, the Han family naturally realized that something had happened to the spring breeze.

At the same time, the gate of the Three Realms shook violently. Standing on the stargazing platform of the Han family through the barrier, one could see distorted, roaring, vicious grimaces tearing and scratching at the cracks that had appeared. enchantment.

The Han family was in panic and fear, always feeling that a catastrophe was coming.

Among the group of disciples guarding the tomb, only one person escaped, and that person was Han Yunxiu.

All the disciples hit it off, and when they came up with the magic weapon of Han Wushuang's tomb, only Han Wushuang stopped him, saying that such an act would be too disrespectful to the ancestors, that he would be punished by heaven and anger the dead, but no one listened to him. He also said that it was an elm head, and everyone was dead. Could it be possible to jump out and kill them?

In the end, only Han Yunxiu was pushed out.

Han Yunxiu hurried back to the Han's house, apparently greatly stimulated, and stumbled to tell the elders of the Han's family what happened inside the Spring Breeze.

Knowing that his descendants were dead, he ignored the gates of the Three Realms in the west courtyard, and even if he wanted to raise his sword and kill the spring breeze, he wanted to completely destroy Han Wushuang's tomb. revenge.

Han Jiang only felt that this group of people had lost their heads. Although he also felt sorry for the disciples in the clan, he could clearly distinguish the priorities. If the gate of the Three Realms was broken, the entire Nanling County would cease to exist.

"Senior Han Wushuang did leave a kit, and in that kit, there were indeed written things about the gates of the Three Realms." Han Jiang said slowly: "It's just that the way to make up for the enchantment written there is not what I told you earlier. You have only written one of the necessary conditions for those ice spirits, mountain spirits, and so on."

Mo Canglan asked, "What did you write?"

Han Jiang said: "It said above that the enchantment of the gate of the Three Realms is closely related to Han Wushuang himself. He hides the one-breath magic seal in his body. If the gate of the Three Realms is damaged in the future, his body can repair the gate again."

Yue Jianwei didn't know why, but after hearing this, she always felt quite sad.

The way of death has not disappeared, even behind him is still worrying about the gate of the Three Realms.

Han Wushuang's ability is as high as the sky, Xu Shi had already faintly sensed his own ending in the future when he sealed the passage of the Three Realms, so he hid the one-breath seal in his body in advance.

Yue Jianwei has heard of this kind of Taoism. Although it is powerful, it will greatly reduce lifespan and cultivation, and it can only be effective after death. Most of them are strong people whose lifespan is about to expire. When the family is in crisis, it can gain a chance of life, so it chooses to sacrifice so far.

From beginning to end, Han Wushuang was thinking about the common people in the world, but did he ever think that the common people in the world would actually repay him like this.

At that time, Han Jiang was already the highest-cultivated person in the entire Han family. He had no time to care about those hands and feet in the West Courtyard. It was finally opened.

"Han Wushuang's body was hidden in the ice coffin and sank in the deepest and coldest place of the ice lake." Han Jiang sighed, and said: "The ice coffin in the shallow place is simply a cover-up. It is to prevent people from harboring evil thoughts, how can it be so easy for people to find the real ice coffin?"

Hong Lu clenched his fists and said: "Although the cold pool that is not tempered by the spring breeze has never frozen all year round, the temperature is the coldest in the world. You said that the magic seal of the enchantment was on Han Wushuang's body. Don't you, don't you want to go down in person?"

Han Jiang looked at Hong Lu and said, "Otherwise, I won't be left with only my soul."

Hong Lu: "..."

Yue Jianwei: "..."

Even though Han Jiang knew that his life was in danger, he still went down. The name "Spring Breeze Is Unsustainable" made it clear that it was a place with perennial cold winters, and there was ice and snow everywhere. Even people with good cultivation could stay outside for a while, Everyone will feel terribly cold, let alone the ice lake.

Han Jiang was the head of the Han family at that time. He knew all the secrets left by his ancestors. He went down to the lake and bypassed those barriers. After some time, he finally found the ice coffin.

"I have never seen Han Wushuang, but only a touch of Gu Yuan Wuhua's soul consciousness." Han Jiang said: "Although his soul consciousness is just an afterimage, his cultivation level is still unshakable. I explained to him the purpose of coming, and he It is only said that Han Wushuang's bones have been burned to ashes by him, and he can no longer provide the seal for the gate of the Three Realms."

"In this case, you should leave Spring Breeze as soon as possible, and then think of a way." Hong Lu said anxiously.

Han Jiang shook his head and said: "The gate of the Three Realms was originally sealed by Gu Yuan Wuhua and Han Wushuang together. Now that Han Wushuang is gone, Gu Yuan Wuhua can do something with the most complete soul consciousness left in the world. He borrowed My body burned the soul consciousness, re-sealed the gate of the Three Realms, and told me that if there is any damage next time, I can only complete the seal by finding someone with at least three heaven and earth spirits and holding a seven-killing zither."

The cause of everything lies in this.

In this world, there has never been such a cheap thing. If Gu Yuan Wuhua wants to strengthen and seal the gates of the Three Realms and stop the possibility of the invasion of ghosts, he must sacrifice something.

However, sacrificing his powerful soul consciousness is still not enough. No matter how powerful Gu Yuan Wuhua is, he has already been dead for 3000 years. , the obsession is just to guard Han Wushuang.

In Han Wushuang's heyday, he sacrificed so much to seal the ghost world and the demon world. Now, how powerful is Gu Yuan Wuhua's unreliable soul?

Hong Lu asked: "His soul consciousness is on fire, what about your body?"