I'm afraid of myself

"If you don't want to be caught by me, run away."

Zhongli Jun suddenly woke up from his sleep, the strange environment around him suddenly reminded him that more than half a month had passed since the Zhongli Taitu clan incident, and he was really out of danger.

At the same time when he was relieved, his weakened body immediately gave him an uncomfortable reaction. The pain that almost coughed out his lungs made him press down on the coffee table by the bed and support his body weakly. Dropped the teacup on the table.

"Snapped--"

The sound of porcelain shattering attracted people who rescued Zhong Lijun.

The bamboo curtain was opened by a pair of thin white hands, and a washed white monk's robe wrapped the body of the visitor. Six ring scars were embedded on the top of the hairless head. He touched the Buddhist beads hanging around his neck.

Zhongli Jun shouted in embarrassment: "Master...I..."

"Don't be impatient, benefactor, your body is too weak to be so excited."

Said the monk who helped Zhongli Jun to lie back on the bed while inputting Yuanli.

"...cough, cough cough..." Zhongli Jun lay down obediently, the noble face raised by the aristocratic family was pale and thin after the genocide, his lonely and painful eyes were full of hopeless shadows, he looked at the monk in front of him in a daze Said: "Master, I dreamed of that day again."

The monk sighed softly: "Almsgiver, thinking too much is not conducive to recuperation."

"But, how could it be him!"

Zhongli Jun sat up suddenly, but fell down quickly, his weakened body let out a cry of dying, and he said in pain: "I know that the whole family owes him, but we are blood relatives, why did he act so extreme?" ?”

The great pain lingered in his heart, and Mr. Zhongli, like any mortal who has suffered a major accident, wavered between decadence and revenge. At this moment, the monk's deep and gentle voice soothed his tense spirit.

The monk turned the beads and recited silently: "All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity..."

The low voice of chanting suppresses the seeds of hatred for the time being, and sends Mr. Zhongli into a sweet dreamland.

Seeing that the person he saved finally calmed down, the monk stopped the sound of chanting sutras, tucked in the quilt for him, got up and walked out of the house, at the moment when the bamboo curtain fell, the appearance of the monk Baixiu in the light and dust showed a sense of coquettishness for no reason. the taste of.

The massacre of Zhongli in the Southern Region half a month ago has become a major news in the cultivation world besides the decree of the emperor. Even He Jinyang and others who have just left Wuyi Mountain have heard about it.

The wind blowing the old hen's heart inevitably revealed something, which led others to ask him questions.

"Are you worried about Zhong Litai?"

Childhood sweetheart, childhood sweetheart, Lang came riding a bamboo horse, and walked around the bed... Bah, bah, Mr. Leng Bai looked at him with folded arms, and he didn't need Feng Chuixi to say it himself to know what he was thinking.

The five of them are now boarding in the mansion they had previously contracted. Ji Wuxia and Du Ku went out for a walk, He Jinyang was bored in the house and didn't know what to do, the wind was blowing in the not small garden, Leng Baijun and the two enjoyed the scenery.As far as the current situation is concerned, the elegantly manicured garden in this house did not attract people's attention. Instead, there were two people looking at the scenery, but their thoughts had nothing to do with the scenery in front of them.

Thinking about it, since forming a team with He Jinyang, these two childhood sweethearts haven't been alone for a long time, and now they have the opportunity to talk about other people's affairs.

Leng Baijun's light-colored eyes tend to be transparent from the sun, the long snow-white hair is combed on the top of his head, and the blue flame pattern between his brows adds a third point of indifference to his appearance, but what he looks at is never confused by his appearance The wind blows west.

The windy young master with a side tie unconsciously shook his fan, and met Leng Baijun's gaze and sighed softly.

"It can be said to be yes, or it can be said to be no. Do you still remember the news from Zhongli's house last time?"

Leng Baijun raised his eyebrows and thought of a series of broken things that started from the fairy artifact, picking and picking to find the most worry-worthy part.

"You mean the Jiuli Zhanqi?" He asked thoughtfully.

The wind blows west and nods.

Seeing that his thoughts are correct, then Mr. Leng Bai is puzzled.

"Isn't it in He Jinyang's hands?"

Feng Chuixi glanced at him cautiously, and said, "Don't forget, Qi Ling is nowhere to be found."

Leng Baijun frowned: "How much trouble can a mere banner spirit stir up? Have you been worrying too much lately?"

Feng Chuixi looked at him helplessly, but he knew in his heart that Mr. Leng Bai was not good at this, so he explained it on his own.

"No, I once found a secret book in the temple library. There are many secret methods written in the book, one of which is how to take the spirit of the fairy weapon and enter the body of the spiritual weapon. This method was originally used to restore A broken fairy weapon is convenient for the spirit of the weapon to not be damaged again during the re-forging process, so taking it out is a precautionary measure. However, if someone uses this secret method to control the spirit of the banner, Chi You's lineage will reappear in Kyushu... ...my concern is not surprising, is it?"

Maybe he himself didn't want to believe that someone really did this, so he asked Leng Baijun for his opinion before he finished speaking, and Leng Baijun's reaction was straightforward.

Leng Baijun: "But the people you originally suspected are all dead, so what are you still worried about?"

Feng Fuxi: "...Yes, Zhongli's family has been exterminated, but...why am I so flustered?"

Leng Baijun's eyes reflected the frowning and staring expression of Feng Chuixi, softening the coldness on his face, he came to Feng Chuixi's side, raised his hand to rub the center of his wrinkled eyebrows, this is his usual comforting gesture .

"You're under too much pressure."

Feng Chuixi was startled by his movements at first, then raised his hand to press the center of his eyebrows, feeling the warmth of Leng Baijun's fingers on this skin, chuckled and ran out unconsciously.

"Then why don't you help me share the burden?"

Leng Baijun continued without hesitation: "If you can't do it, I will do it. If you can do it, of course I can't do it either."

Well, this is really a bit of a bachelor, but Feng Chuixi listened to it more than ridiculous.

Feng Chuixi: "Just be lazy!"

For the time being, he waved away the matter of the missing Qi Ling from his mind, thinking optimistically that there would never be any fool in this world who started a civil war among the human races at this delicate time.

Feng Chuixi didn't want to think that there really was such a fool who harmed others and benefited himself, so he accepted Leng Baijun's invitation later on, and walked towards He Jinyang's place together, but neither of them thought at this time that there were actually people in this world who wanted to... Do it!

The way of life and death in the magic way.

Eerie, haunted atmosphere.

Under the road of life and death, the heinous evil heretics and many righteous people have been imprisoned all the year round.

The former are mostly erroneous demon cultivators who have offended people of extraordinary status in the demonic way. They need to personally experience the eight hundred criminal laws, peel the skin and tear apart the bones, explore the essence and break the soul, and endure endless torture before they can lose their souls in pain. The latter are mostly righteous people , these brave men who worked hard to fight against the devil in their lifetime, when they fall into the hands of the devil, they have to endure a hundred times the pain of the former before they can be freed.

However, without such a deterrent, how can this place be regarded as the entrance to the Demon Realm?

Everyone in the world knows that after mending the sky, Kyushu no longer exists, and the earth is torn apart. After this world, the original Kyushu finally condenses into four domains.

Excluding Zhongzhou, which covers the most extensive terrain and has the longest history, and the Southern Territory, which was once a paradise for wild beasts in the fringes, the True Spirit Realm and the Demon Realm are the lands that were born after this catastrophe.

The east of the Southern Territory connects with the True Spirit Realm, and the north connects with Zhongzhou. From the west, the Demon Territory is the domain of the ten Demon Emperors. Both the Xuefei Realm and the Blood Heaven Realm belong to this. The 28 envoys of the Demonic Dao have stayed here for a long time, excluding a few dissolute and disdainful monks. Basically, the monks who have become enchanted know that running to the west is the Demon Realm, and then pass this life and death road, facing the fact that there is no way out in this life.

Originally, the path of life and death was really just like the name, and the monks who came every year were sporadic and scary, and most demon cultivators did not expect to use this method to attract outsiders. After all, if they really wanted to recruit a large number of students, why would they have such a terrifying background?

Under the dubbing of howling ghosts and howling wolves, there is a rookie seedling who can be scared away, believe it or not?

That's why Moxiu has always advocated domestication. He started fighting from the cub age, and the last few were accepted as disciples, which fully demonstrated the style of Mo Dao's excellence.

But today, on this sparsely populated road of life and death, there was a man in a black robe and cloak walking slowly.

Hong Ling stood crookedly at the intersection and waited for someone. When she saw the blurred shadow, she straightened her clothes, stood up straight, and asked from a distance where she could see the figure clearly: "Have you got the spirit of the flag?"

The figure wearing a cloak to hide his appearance nodded, and raised his hand to take off the cloak for the convenience of the other party's confirmation, revealing the face of the murderer who slaughtered his entire family a few days ago.

Hong Ling said with satisfaction: "Zhong Litai, my lord appreciates your decisiveness, and I don't force you to hand over the flag spirit, but you must guarantee that this thing will not fall into other people's hands, so my lord will protect you. Lost dog."

When the word "dog" was mentioned, Zhong Litai's expression changed, but within a few days, a three-pointed sneer appeared on his pale and sinister face.

"That's not what you said before you lied to me."

Hong Ling said indifferently, "Tsk, don't you still understand? No wonder I was enslaved by my family for so many years."

Zhong Litai stared at him quietly for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"No, I understand. It is because I understand that I want to know the purpose of the Cherishing Messenger. Is it just because I don't want to get my hands dirty?"

Hong Ling sneered: "Of course not. In front of my lord, the survivors of Jiuli are no more than chickens and dogs, but... not doing anything is prudent in many ways."

Zhong Litai: "Oh? If that's the case, I also understand." His meaningful appearance changed some of Hongling's views on him.

Hong Ling stared at him coldly, but Zhong Litai funnyly saw the question "what do you understand" in his eyes.

Zhong Litai shook his head, Shi Shiran changed the subject.

"How are you going to arrange me?"

Hong Ling raised her sharp eyebrows, and gave him a dissatisfied glance, but since it was the order of the Cherishing Messenger, he would not rely on his own likes and dislikes to obey others.

"Next, I will take you to the Withered Demon Sect, where you don't have to worry about your identity. Just do everything well and kill someone before he tries to kill you. My lord still cares about your life."

"Thank you so much for that."

But even if Hong Ling specifically emphasized that after experiencing the incident of killing all relatives with his own hands, Zhong Litai's always energetic voice still revealed a sense of boredom and weakness.

Hongling grew up as a demon cultivator when she was young, and she had done all kinds of evil things before the Three Views were established, so she didn't feel the seriousness of Zhonglitai's family destruction at all, so she didn't like his appearance. A lifeless look.

"Also, you have to quickly transform your body into a demon, and don't smell like a fairy if you are a good demon."

"stinky!"

After finishing speaking, he walked away. Zhong Litai, who was left behind by him, blinked his eyes and sniffed his nose. He didn't smell anything. Chasing after him, he just paused before taking a step, and his eyes fell on the wide-eyed monk under Sansheng Road, whose sanity was obviously close to the limit.

These monks endured terrible punishments, but their spirits were imprisoned by skilled means, and they could not collapse no matter how horrific they were tortured. They were forced to experience how their bodies would turn into dreams before they died...

Is this the method of magic?

Zhong Litai was thinking quietly, and at the same time, the light in his heart was completely extinguished, and then he lifted his footsteps, stepping into the darkness without hesitation.