This seat is a villain

Wei Yuqing from Wuji Hall turned his eyes away from the towering iceberg and looked straight at Lu Sikong in the crowd.

Wei Yuqing asked Lu Sikong worriedly: "Master Lu, what should we do next?"

Lu Sikong was surrounded by everyone like stars holding the moon, and he seemed to be the backbone of this place at the moment.

"Everyone be quiet first." Lu Sikong walked out from the crowd. With a "swish" sound, he put away the folding fan in his hand, and said loudly to everyone: "The road ahead is dangerous, and the current situation is unclear. Fortunately, everyone's internal strength has recovered. As long as we work together and unite with sincerity, we will be able to get out of this place safely."

Those present were all prominent figures from various sects, but anyone who faced this situation would be in chaos.Fortunately, Lu Sikong's words had the power to calm people's hearts, and a few words calmed down everyone's anxious hearts.

It's no wonder that everyone panicked. Last moment they were in the Buddhist scripture tower of Little Chang'an Temple, but in the blink of an eye they came to an ice field.

The land here is so vast that you can't see the end at a glance, surrounded by white snow-capped mountains.Among the criss-crossing snow-capped mountains, there is an ice peak that is particularly eye-catching.

This peak soars into the clouds, and there are no other peaks around it. No matter where you are in this ice sheet, you can see it clearly.The mountain seemed to be formed by freezing water in an instant, and the whole body was exquisite and clear without any impurities, except for the top of the mountain exuding a soft golden light.

After everyone finally calmed down, someone asked, "I don't know where Palace Master Ji and the others are at the moment."

Wei Yuqing said: "It should be scattered all over the ice field just like us." He looked at Lu Sikong and said, "Why don't we go out and meet with Palace Master Ji first, and then make plans."

Someone in the crowd asked anxiously: "Then... what should I do about the "Unreasonable Yujilu"?"

As soon as these words came out, the surroundings became quiet, and the atmosphere was full of weirdness. Although no one showed any careful thoughts about "Unreasonable Yujilu", they all listened to Lu Sikong's decision in private.

This "Bao Tong Yu Ji Lu" is the legendary Ascending Classics stored on the seventh floor of the Tibetan Sutra Pagoda. It is said that for thousands of years, the great powers of the Little Chang'an Temple have been born and ascended in the daytime, thanks to this book.If it is said that Guanshan jade can strengthen the elixir and shape the meridians, those who get it can easily break through the bottleneck of cultivation, and their cultivation level will grow rapidly.This "Buddhist Language Collection" points out the direction for the immortal journey, leading directly to Mahayana.

If the two get one, they are expected to be ranked among the immortals. Guan Shanyu has already appeared in the world, and this "Unreasonable Language Collection" is currently frozen at the top of that huge iceberg.

This ancient divine book that caused a bloodbath was lying quietly in the ice at this moment, and the golden light emitted from its body illuminated most of the sky.Immortal cultivators have excellent eyesight, and they can see the large characters on the cover from hundreds of miles away.

"Unreasonable Language Collection".Looking at these words, Lu Sikong couldn't help licking his chapped lips.He withdrew his gaze from the top of the mountain, and said righteously: "Lin Jinhuan of the Demon Sect must also be in this ice field at this time. If this book falls into his hands, the consequences will be disastrous." Lu Sikong paused, and continued: "Ji Brother and Master Shanren don’t know where they are, and life and death are uncertain. Why don’t we take out this book first and keep it safe together. When we meet with the abbot of Shanren, we will return it to Zhao.”

Undercurrents began to surge in the crowd, everyone echoed the words, and someone said: "What Lu Zhuangzhu said is very true, maybe the way to leave this ghost place is hidden in this "Unreasonable Language Collection"."

"That's right." Said Lu Sikong waved his hand, and took the lead in heading towards the iceberg: "Then we won't delay any longer and set off immediately!"

Lu Sikong's idea coincided with that of everyone present, and everyone praised him one after another, and happily followed Lu Sikong and walked forward.

However, when everyone was immersed in the dream of attaining Taoism and ascension, unexpected events happened!Lu Sikong, who was walking in the front, appeared behind the crowd in the blink of an eye.Before everyone came back to their senses, Lu Sikong swung his long sword, and several sword qi flew out one after another, piercing the predecessor's neck in the blink of an eye.

All of a sudden, flesh and blood flew across the ice field. Wei Yuqing from Wujitang, Xiang Tianyou from Hengdaomen, Tao Tingting from Jinshuishan...a total of 22 people, none of them survived.

On the endless ice field, only Lu Sikong stood alone, and the piercing red blood flowed slowly along the ice surface to his feet.

Lu Sikong sneered, put the sharp blade into its sheath, and stepped on the bloody water to swipe towards the iceberg at a high speed.

Lu Sikong had long thought that this place should be the treasure house inside the seventh floor of the Buddhist scriptures tower. Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe it was the trick of the devil. layer.

But so what, the "Unreasonable Language Collection" that everyone dreams of is just a short distance away, how can Lu Sikong allow others to get their hands on it.

Lu Sikong couldn't help showing a smile on his face. He was so happy that he didn't realize that there were 22 more cracks on the ice peak out of thin air.

It was a deep scar.

**

Xue Yao's movements were so fast that only an afterimage remained.

With the sound of the long sword being unsheathed, people fell to the ground where the afterimages went, and Xue Yao tore a hole in the airtight encirclement.

Lin Jinhuan's palm was full of purple light, and there were already corpses lying on the ground at his feet.He coldly looked around at the heroes around him, and asked calmly, "Is there anyone else who wants to continue?"

Everyone on the field looked at each other in blank dismay, and no one dared to step forward.I don't know who started it first, a large group of people quickly scattered like birds and beasts and fled in all directions.

The sword in Xue Yao's hand turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared without a trace in an instant.He came to Lin Jinhuan and teased: "This time, I have been troubled by you, sect master again. I just want to advise you, it is better to be less violent and evil in life."

Lin Jinhuan and Xue Yao encountered their first large-scale ambush not long after they came to the ice field.Two demon heretics and thousands of decent sects are trapped in a ghost place together, and no one is more suitable as a target than them.

The devilish energy in Lin Jinhuan's palm was also extinguished, and he said to Xue Yao calmly, "Don't try to pick yourself off in a few words, didn't you hear that they called 'two devils'?" ?”

Just as Xue Yao was about to refute Lin Jinhuan, his eyes were attracted by a figure.He looked up in the direction of Bingfeng, and said to Lin Jinhuan, "Look, there's another one."

Lin Jinhuan followed Xue Yao's gaze, and saw a figure flying towards the golden mountain top, like a moth to a flame.Since Lu Sikong, these are the No.70 seven people who tried to break the ice and take away "Unreasonable Yujilu".

Same as the fate of the previous 76 people, this figure turned into a wisp of smoke the moment the ice broke, leaving only a set of clothes slowly falling from the top of the iceberg.

As the figure in front of him vanished into ashes, a new crack coiled on the ice surface.As long as there is one less person in this ice field, there will be another crack on this ice peak.

This ice peak full of cracks is a fool's dream and a tomb of heroes.Everyone knows what will happen if they directly read "Brantong Yujilu", but year-round wishful thinking is about to come true, and some people always lose their minds and take chances.

A crossbow fell from the top of the mountain with the death of its owner, and it seemed to be someone from Sheri Pavilion.Lin Jinhuan turned around and asked Xue Yao, "Guess when will I get the "Unreasonable Language Collection"."

Xue Yao stared at the mountain peak expressionlessly and said, "Of course it's when only the last person is left."

Lin Jinhuan asked: "If you and I are lucky enough to live to the end, what should we do?"

Xue Yao thought to himself, what else can I do, naturally I will help you.When the words came to his lips, he frowned, and said with a fake smile: "Then it must be your life and death. It just so happens that there is still a Siheyin account to settle between you and me."

The climate on the ice sheet changed rapidly, and a strong wind suddenly blew up while the two were talking.The cold wind was blowing with ice and snow, making it almost impossible to breathe.The corpses on the ground were submerged in white snow in the blink of an eye, without leaving any traces, as if nothing had happened.

Lin Jinhuan and Xue Yao did not stay in place for too long. After the wind and snow subsided for a while, the two continued to move towards Bingfeng according to their original plan.The place is surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness, and whether you want to leave or get the "Unreasonable Language Collection", the shining golden ice peak is the only clue right now.

As Xue Yao walked forward, he looked around distractedly.This place is extremely dangerous and full of treachery, but the spiritual power in the world is pure, not like a place of great viciousness.

Xue Yao asked Lin Jinhuan, "What kind of place do you think this is?"

"I'm afraid this place is not a real place." Lin Jinhuan said: "It's freezing cold here, so it must be located in a bitterly cold place in the northern border. It's really impossible to instantly move so many people thousands of miles away at the same time."

Xue Yao agreed with Lin Jinhuan's analysis: "This place is completely isolated from the outside world. We may be in an illusion or a formation."

Lin Jinhuan nodded and said, "Exactly, and this matter has nothing to do with that old bald donkey Jingming."

***

The people on the ice field are all elites of various sects. After being at a loss at the beginning, everyone quickly figured out the mystery, and gradually began to fight on their own.

Zhou Chuchu had been relying on the breath of Ji Ning and others before, but now Baili Wuyou had already died at the hands of Lin Jinhuan, and Lu Sikong had also turned into a wisp of smoke on the ice peak.As long as the sick Ji Ning is dealt with, the overall situation will fall into Zhou Chuchu's hands.

Besides, in this wilderness, the only rule is that the weak will eat the strong and the victor is king. Even if everyone leaves this place safely in the end, no one will dare to speak up.

Just when the two groups headed by Ji Ning and Zhou Chuchu were fighting fiercely, a little old man in ocher-colored monk clothes came out from the snow.

The little old man couldn't tell his exact age, his face was wrinkled like an old bitter melon rind.His eyebrows and beard are all white, and his back is hunched, seeing that a gust of wind can knock him back into the loess.

The two groups who were fighting inseparable stopped involuntarily when they saw the appearance of the little old man.Ji Ning held his breath and watched the little old man staggering past in front of him.

"He...he appeared again." Zhou Chuchu staggered a step back and almost fell to the ground.

The little old man turned a blind eye to the terrified eyes around him, and stopped when he walked into the crowd.He slowly untied a small bundle on his back, rummaged through it for a long time, and finally took out a stick from the bundle.

This lottery holder is made of yellow bamboo, the material is ordinary and the workmanship is poor, it looks no different from the ones placed in the market to bluff.

However, as soon as such a lottery was released, some people in the field could no longer calm down.A burly man carrying a golden ring knife finally couldn't bear it any longer, he roared angrily and swung his knife at the little old man.

The little old man was unarmed and weak, but the menacing sword could not hurt him at all.With the sound of the breaking of the big knife, the little old man shook his head and shook the stick for himself.

After a while, a bamboo stick fell out of the tube and landed on the ground with a bang.

The sound of the bamboo stick falling to the ground sounded like a death knell, and everyone's eyes fell on the bamboo stick.Everyone held their breath, for fear of leaking a trace of vitality.

The little old man leaned over and picked up the bamboo stick, holding it up to his eyes for careful identification.He squinted his eyes, and his cloudy eyeballs turned imperceptibly, and finally he came to a man dressed as a scholar with a bamboo stick.

The man was Huang Deqin from Anyang Bizhuang. The moment he saw his name clearly on the bamboo stick, he could no longer control himself, his legs went limp and he collapsed to the ground.Huang Deqin knelt down on the snow and begged bitterly: "Senior, old man, I have no grievances with you, please spare my life..."

Facing Huang Deqin's crying, the little old man was indifferent, he held up the bamboo stick in front of his eyes again, and carefully compared Huang Deqin's face.After confirming that it was correct, he lit the bamboo stick in his hand.

As the bamboo sticks burned, Huang Deqin's complexion gradually faded.No one in the surroundings dared to speak out, let alone stop it.After the flames were extinguished, Huang Deqin fell to the ground, lifeless.

The little old man bent down and looked at Huang Deqin carefully. Seeing that the person on the bamboo stick was dead, he put the bamboo stick back into the small bag on his back, and walked slowly back into the ice with small steps like walking down stairs. until it disappears.

After the old man left, no one spoke for a long time, and the surroundings fell into a death-like silence.In the end, Ji Ning was the first to break the suffocating silence.

Ji Ning said: "See, this old man is not human."

Zhou Chuchu didn't recover from the fright just now, he looked at Ji Ning in horror and said, "That is to say, even if we don't do anything, this old man will appear every half an hour, and then kill one randomly. people?"

"Exactly, now is not the time for us to fight among ourselves. We will only consume our own strength by killing each other. Only Lin Jinhuan will benefit." Ji Ning nodded and continued: "The hundred families of Xianmen are one family. Now everyone They're all trapped here, if Lin Jinhuan's methods are so powerful, he won't be a match for so many of us."

Zhou Chuchu didn't speak when he heard the words, so he had to say that what Ji Ning said was reasonable.Now that they have a large number of people, they still have a good chance of winning against Lin Jinhuan.

Seeing that Zhou Chuchu was wavering, Ji Ning quickly added: "After Lin Jinhuan is resolved, we have a lot of people and strength, so we will definitely find a way out."