Huamo

All of a sudden, the group of black-clothed killers seemed to have received some order, and they all got out of the battle and flew away, coming and going in a hurry, an assassination operation that was puzzling.

"My lord, Mr. An, are you all right?" Chu Piao put away his sword and walked over and said worriedly.

"It's okay, did you find any clues?" An Xuansu asked.

"There's no need to check, it must be Gongsun Jing." Gongsun Yu snorted coldly, with hatred in his eyes, "It must be him, and he wants the king to go and never return!"

"There is no evidence for this matter, the prince should not rush to infer." An Xuansu said in a deep voice.

"The deck is dangerous. Your lord and lord, please go back to the house. I will send more guards." Chu Piao said seriously.

With a dark face, Gongsun Yu walked away angrily.

An Xuansu also turned around and left, hiding the treacherous waves in his black eyes, he faintly evoked a smile that didn't mean anything, and walked into the room with steady steps.

The moonlight was still quiet and bright, and the frosty moonlight covered the dozens of official ships, like a layer of hazy veil bestowed by heaven, covering how many bloody storms.

I don't know, don't speak, don't speak.

child time.

The Xilin Pagoda is the relic pagoda of the Xilin Temple in the city of Wuwu. The combination of the Dongwu Pagoda and the South Pagoda forms a three-legged power. It is said that these three pagodas are the spirits of the earth, protect the veins of the earth, and are the places of the sun at noon. In the middle of the dark night, it is the place of the most yin, connecting the yin and yang world.

Right now, a hundred martial arts experts, led by Jin Ting, have completely protected the outside of the Xilin Pagoda, leaving only a ten-foot radius around the three pagodas.The moonlight in Zishi became more and more hazy and treacherous, the soft smoke cloud passed by, and the shadow of the moon was in a trance, either bright or dark, and the three pagodas cast three huge shadows under the moonlight, which was hideous and terrifying.

The new wind whistled, like the wailing of wild ghosts.

And on the highest floor of Xilin Pagoda, under the shadow of the moonlight, Lian Heng was dressed in a black suit, tall and straight, and the wind blew his sleeves rattling. global.

"Uncle Mo, isn't it time yet?" Lian Heng straightened his sleeves and said leisurely.

"Ready." Mo Qiaozhi replied.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind, and the dead grass was bent down. The martial arts people hiding nearby cheered up and watched all the changes near the Xilin Pagoda with all their attention.

A few wisps of white smoke swam out of nowhere around the Xilin Pagoda, like ghosts left behind. The wisps of white smoke gradually entangled and condensed, and an unimaginable scene was staged in front of hundreds of pairs of eyes. Wandering aimlessly around the three pagodas, he seems to be transparent, and there is no shadow that should appear on the ground.

This scene of astonishment made everyone tremble, and a cold touch came from their backs. Bi Meng, who was a little timid, covered his mouth and widened his eyes in horror, and passed out after a while.

"Leader, what should we do now?" Lang Jie frowned.

"Amitabha, the six senses of Buddhism are pure, so let the poor monk go and find out the truth." After Mingyu paid his respects, he walked to Naxilin Pagoda alone without fear.

Like the Buddha who saved all sentient beings, he calmly walked to the "lonely soul" and took a closer look. Judging from his figure, he was indeed in line with Nangong Yi. The exposed half of his face was a bit vague, but there were also some Seventy percent are similar.

"Amitabha, the poor monk Mingyu, the benefactor is the leader of Nangong?" Mingyu said gently, he raised his hand to touch the other person, but it was as if he was missing, the whole hand penetrated the person's body like air, which made the eminent monk He was also a little dazed

And "Lonely Soul" stopped quietly one step away from Mingyu, motionless like a puppet, half of his exposed face was facing Mingyu, his eyes were extremely sad, as if he wanted to convey such a sad message.

In silence, other martial arts figures hiding in the dark approached lightly, not daring to show their atmosphere, but after Jin Ting saw half of the "lonely soul"'s face clearly, a contemptuous smile flashed in his eyes.

"Amitabha, let the poor monk recite the <Rebirth Mantra> to save the soul of the Nangong leader." Ming Yu said compassionately, and led the other disciples of Puhua Temple to sit cross-legged around the "lonely soul", reciting scriptures seriously.The other martial arts practitioners looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to move at will, so they could only watch the disciples of Puhua Temple chant sutras.

Lian Heng, who was standing on the upper floor of the Xilin Pagoda, looked at the group of martial arts professionals below boredly, shook his head and sighed: "A single formation will make these people believe it is true."

"Master, can you tell it's a formation?" Mo Qiaozhi asked doubtfully.

"This is similar to the dark formation in Yin Yang, but it is a little different." Lian Heng said seriously, "The undead spawned in the dark formation must not appear again."

"Young master, I think of Xianyangzi, an expert hermit on Shouye Mountain in the south of Lingnan, who is good at the witchcraft technique of spawning undead." I don't want to accept disciples, now that I think about it, this formation is almost the same as Xianyangzi's."

child time.

The Xilin Pagoda is the relic pagoda of the Xilin Temple in the city of Wuwu. The combination of the Dongwu Pagoda and the South Pagoda forms a three-legged power. It is said that these three pagodas are the spirits of the earth, protect the veins of the earth, and are the places of the sun at noon. In the middle of the dark night, it is the place of the most yin, connecting the yin and yang world.

Right now, a hundred martial arts experts, led by Jin Ting, have completely protected the outside of the Xilin Pagoda, leaving only a ten-foot radius around the three pagodas.The moonlight in Zishi became more and more hazy and treacherous, the soft smoke cloud passed by, and the shadow of the moon was in a trance, either bright or dark, and the three pagodas cast three huge shadows under the moonlight, which was hideous and terrifying.

The new wind whistled, like the wailing of wild ghosts.

And on the highest floor of Xilin Pagoda, under the shadow of the moonlight, Lian Heng was dressed in a black suit, tall and straight, and the wind blew his sleeves rattling. global.

"Uncle Mo, isn't it time yet?" Lian Heng straightened his sleeves and said leisurely.

"Ready." Mo Qiaozhi replied.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind, and the dead grass was bent down. The martial arts people hiding nearby cheered up and watched all the changes near the Xilin Pagoda with all their attention.

A few wisps of white smoke swam out of nowhere around the Xilin Pagoda, like ghosts left behind. The wisps of white smoke gradually entangled and condensed, and an unimaginable scene was staged in front of hundreds of pairs of eyes. Wandering aimlessly around the three pagodas, he seems to be transparent, and there is no shadow that should appear on the ground.

This scene of astonishment made everyone tremble, and a cold touch came from their backs. Bi Meng, who was a little timid, covered his mouth and widened his eyes in horror, and passed out after a while.

"Leader, what should we do now?" Lang Jie frowned.

"Amitabha, the six senses of Buddhism are pure, so let the poor monk go and find out the truth." After Mingyu paid his respects, he walked to Naxilin Pagoda alone without fear.

Like the Buddha who saved all sentient beings, he calmly walked to the "lonely soul" and took a closer look. Judging from his figure, he was indeed in line with Nangong Yi. The exposed half of his face was a bit vague, but there were also some Seventy percent are similar.

"Amitabha, the poor monk Mingyu, the benefactor is the leader of Nangong?" Mingyu said gently, he raised his hand to touch the other person, but it was as if he was missing, the whole hand penetrated the person's body like air, which made the eminent monk He was also a little dazed

And "Lonely Soul" stopped quietly one step away from Mingyu, motionless like a puppet, half of his exposed face was facing Mingyu, his eyes were extremely sad, as if he wanted to convey such a sad message.

In silence, other martial arts figures hiding in the dark approached lightly, not daring to show their atmosphere, but after Jin Ting saw half of the "lonely soul"'s face clearly, a contemptuous smile flashed in his eyes.

"Amitabha, let the poor monk recite the <Rebirth Mantra> to save the soul of the Nangong leader." Ming Yu said compassionately, and led the other disciples of Puhua Temple to sit cross-legged around the "lonely soul", reciting scriptures seriously.The other martial arts practitioners looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to move at will, so they could only watch the disciples of Puhua Temple chant sutras.

Lian Heng, who was standing on the upper floor of the Xilin Pagoda, looked at the group of martial arts professionals below boredly, shook his head and sighed: "A single formation will make these people believe it is true."

"Master, can you tell it's a formation?" Mo Qiaozhi asked doubtfully.

"This is similar to the dark formation in Yin Yang, but it is a little different." Lian Heng said seriously, "The undead spawned in the dark formation must not appear again."

"Young master, I think of Xianyangzi, an expert hermit on Shouye Mountain in the south of Lingnan, who is good at the witchcraft technique of spawning undead." I don't want to accept disciples, now that I think about it, this formation is almost the same as Xianyangzi's."

"Where is Xianyangzi now?" Lian Heng asked with a frown.

"Unfortunately, when Xianyangzi passed away a few years ago, his subordinates sent him to die." Mo Qiaozhi said regretfully.

"Dead? Then why does this formation still appear?" Lian Heng was full of doubts.

"By the way, when my subordinate was on his deathbed, he found that Xianyangzi had lost all his strength." Mo Qiaozhi said, "This subordinate also asked, but he passed away before answering."

"So strange?" Lian Heng thought deeply, "Then Xianyangzi's body has been turned into ashes now?"

"No, my subordinates kept Xianyangzi's body intact with ice tracing techniques, and buried it in a cave on a cliff halfway up Shouye Mountain."

"Then wait for Master to join us, then go to Shouye Mountain to see Xianyangzi's body." Lian Heng decided.

"Yes." Mo Qiaozhi nodded, and suddenly he pointed to the bottom of the tower in astonishment, "Look, young master."

Lian Heng looked in the direction Mo Qiaozhi pointed, and saw that the "lonely soul" surrounded by the monks of Puhua Temple inexplicably ignited a purple ghostly fire, starting from the feet and gradually reaching the waist...

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