Zhu He

Although He Qiran's soul is unstable, he has practiced for hundreds of years, and there are still remnants of his cultivation in his body, and this knife has completely broken his morality and completely dispersed his condensed spiritual consciousness.

Seeing the dark green getting shallower and shallower, Chang Jiaci gritted his teeth to stabilize his ups and downs, and drew a huge formation on the ground with shaking hands.This array is also what Shen Yuanxiu whispered to him when he went to Banlun Peak before. After Chang Jiaci finished painting, he took out several other porcelain bottles from his arms and placed them on the edge of the array together.

Flicking his sleeves, he took off the bottle cap, and the green light in the bottle shot out at the same time, floating in mid-air.

The half-disabled soul flickered faintly, and was in danger of drifting away at any time, so Chang Jiaci had to seize the opportunity to activate the formation as soon as possible.It's just that Dong Qinghe's cultivation base is constantly overflowing these days, while Chang Jiaci's inner breath is getting weaker and weaker, until Chang Jiaci almost loses the strength of the floating clouds, so he has to walk on foot, and this absorbing debris The magic power needed for the formation is not small, if you lose your strength halfway, I'm afraid it will fall short.

Chang Jiaci took a few breaths, and slowly stood at the corner of the eye. While concentrating, he couldn't help but look around.

In the dead silence of the night, only those few souls were left emitting a miserable green light.

From the casual cultivator captured together with Shen Yuanxiu in the Peony Pavilion, to Fang Shuihe, the elder of Chiyuan in Yanmen, He Yong, the head of the Xufeng sect, Fufeng, the water minister of Qinghemen, and the master of Jiuning Palace. Hua Jiandong, Qinghemen Fire Chief is old and not poor...and then there is He Qiran, the soul cultivator of Yanmen.

Seven souls, going round and round... The seven souls finally gathered together.

Yingying red light overflowed from the eyes of Chang Jiaci's feet. At first, it flowed very slowly over the runes on the ground, little by little, and it took a long time to cover them all. Then, the runes began to twist like living things , high and low, bright and dark, intertwined with each other, weaving a blood-red net line by line, covering those souls in it.

Under Chang Jiaci's desperate efforts, the light shone more and more, as if turning into lava, devouring and melting the covered souls one by one, but Chang Jiaci didn't care about the brilliance, he just opened his eyes wide open, from these The human faces flitted one by one, and then stopped on the last two souls.He couldn't take his eyes off, looking at those two blurred faces, watching their figures become more and more transparent and scattered in the dense net... until they disappeared, as if they had never existed before...

Chang Jiaci's pupils were sore from the dazzling red, and finally he had to close his eyes tightly.

The next moment, the shattered soul condensed again, forming a huge ball of fire that moved and rotated in mid-air, turning faster and faster, and finally went straight to the eye of the formation, which is what Chang Jiaci said. Standing place flew over.

Chang Jiaci only felt a scorching heat jumping in front of his eyes, he was too hot to open his eyes, he didn't expect that the fireball didn't stop, but hit his forehead directly, and then drilled in between his eyebrows.

"--what!!!!"

The bone-piercing pain hit violently, and Chang Jiaci only felt that his head was split open abruptly, his internal organs were pulled out from the gap and stirred, his bones were grinded, his flesh and blood were crushed, and his soul was also crushed. Pushing, the whole person is like falling into a sea of ​​​​knives and knives, and the pain is so painful.

Chang Jiaci groaned and howled in pain, and couldn't help rolling hard in the formation. The crime he suffered was even better than that day in the soul-raising formation.

At the same time, the bright red light also burst out from the boundary of Changjia Village and went straight into the sky, illuminating a bright radiance for a radius of ten miles. Accompanied by the mournful wailing, the surrounding villagers closed their doors and cowered, not daring to look around.

I don't know how long it took before the red light finally disappeared, and the jumping runes quietly fell back, and the brilliance dissipated leisurely. Everything was just as it was at the beginning, and suddenly returned to calm, leaving only the crouching figures in the formation, like It was as embarrassing as it was picked up from the water, not knowing whether it was life or death.

The dark clouds on the night came and went, and the stars dimly lit up, staring at the people on the ground curiously.

After a while, the man moved and slowly sat up.

He looked down at his hands, clenched his fists, loosened them, clenched them again, repeated this several times, and finally stood up unsteadily.

A ray of red light lingered around him, he brushed off the dust on his body, turned around and headed south, leaving a vast expanse of land behind.

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Although the head of the sect has not returned and the elder is seriously injured, the Qinghe Gate is still the same Qinghe Gate, and it has not been withered because of the lack of a few people in charge. There are still disciples of the Ministry of Finance conscientiously guarding the several crossings. Outside the door, the barrier that Dong Qinghe once set up is still as solid as gold to block ordinary uninvited guests, at least from the outside, there is nothing unusual about this place.

How nice it would be if that were the case.

Chang Jiaci stood on a high place and watched silently for a while, then stepped a little, and landed lightly on the back mountain.He was about to go to the gate of the stone room, but stopped halfway.

Chang Jiaci looked at the darkness ahead.

The next moment, a tall figure slowly walked out of the room, dressed in moon white, holding a paper fan of the same color, it was Po Ge.

The two looked at each other, and Chang Jiaci spoke first: "Do you know someone will come here?"

Po Ge said: "I only know about this matter...it's not over yet."

"So, I'm here to finish it." Chang Jiaci said.

Po Ge looked at him and stood still.

Chang Jiaci said: "You are not my opponent. Even if you summon Zhelong, it is the same with other disciples..."

Po Ge inspected the person in front of him carefully, and found that the other person's eyes were bright, his breathing was peaceful, and the breath around him was like a light breeze, but the depth was almost hard to detect.

I haven't seen you for a few days, but Chang Jiaci, who was clearly chased and injured by the Yangshan faction, has become bottomless?

Po Ge was naturally surprised in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, he just asked: "If I really get someone to stop me, are you going to kill me here?"

Chang Jiaci didn't answer, but lightly clenched the hands in his sleeves.

Just when the two were in a stalemate that was on the verge of breaking out, there was a "shua", and the folding fan in Po Ge's hand unfolded. With one hand on his back and the other on his chest, he shook the folding fan one after another, and walked forward.

When passing by Chang Jiaci, Po Ge said: "The owner of the door... has been thinking about others all his life, so he should change someone else and think about him..." He may not understand what Chang Jiaci is doing. What, but at this juncture, Po Ge was still willing to favor Dong Qinghe's preference.

After the words fell, Po Ge's figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.

After Chang Jiaci confirmed that the other party had indeed left, he walked towards the stone room.

The last time I came back here, Shen Yuanxiu was temporarily living here, who was free to come and go, but this time the person was detained as it is, his hands were tied up with iron chains, and several confinement charms were placed outside the prison door. The feet are covered with silk threads, which can be regarded as a lot of effort.

The man in the prison had his head drooping, as if he had sensed some familiar aura, the long eyelashes on his blood-stained face moved slightly, and then opened his eyes in confusion.When that gaze fell here, Chang Jiaci clearly saw the flash of brilliance in the other party's eyes, which was so bright that it seemed to be filled with boundless joy, but that joy was soon destroyed again, replaced by It was an accident, and then the accident dissipated, leaving only darkness.

Chang Jiaci smiled.

He took a step forward and said, "It's not him, it's me."

Youzhen blinked: "You're not dead..." I don't know whether it was weakness or surprise, these words were said very softly, like a whisper.

"Yeah, did it disappoint you?" Chang Jiaci opened his hand, and the entangled barrier of imprisonment on the door easily disappeared in his palm.

You Zhen watched the other party come at a leisurely pace, and with every step down, the fluorescent silk thread snapped, vulnerable to a single blow.

There was an expression of disbelief in Youzhen's eyes: "How could you..."

"How did it become so high?" Chang Jiaci sneered, and came to him, "What do you think?"

You Zhen looked directly into the other party's eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "Where's Qi Ran?"

Chang Jiaci was silent.

"Where's Qi Ran!!?" You Zhen shouted suddenly.

Chang Jiaci rolled his eyes: "Didn't you guess it?"

As soon as these words came out, the sharp light in Youzhen's eyes exploded instantly, and the icy air surged up and down, and finally turned into blood red!

"Qi Ran...Shen Yuanxiu...you asked him...to do that, Qi Ran...Qi Ran..."

When the daily blessings first came to Deyanmen, they were together with Shen Yuanxiu. The two of them had a plan and you Zhen knew it clearly. It is not difficult for him to imagine Shen Yuanxiu's arrest of He Qiran in the current situation. The soul must have something to do with Chang Jiaci.

Chang Jiaci looked at You Zhen, who suddenly burst into anger. Because of such a great stimulation, his skin began to burst like Dong Qinghe's. After a while, his face was covered with blood, which set off the cruelty. His eyes are like Rakshasa.

Chang Jiaci said quietly: "I want He Qiran's life to understand the Three Souls Curse. Only by killing him can this dead situation be broken."

With a sound of "Boom", the iron chains that locked You Zhen's hands were severely strangled by You Zhen's breath, and with a long howl that pierced the heart, a strong wind rose from the ground, blowing the stone room down with a rumble. Even the vegetation on the back mountain was uprooted.

"...Chang, Jia, Ci!!!"

This kind of explanation was only ironic to Youzhen, he was gnashing his teeth every word, his hair fluttering in the wind, his face was like a ghost.

Facing such Youzhen, Chang Jiaci was not afraid at all. He stood firmly in the wind, and took another step closer, but the next moment, he was thrown heavily to the ground by the suddenly violent Youzhen, and his neck was shattered. Was strangled tightly.

"Why didn't you die...why..." You Zhen's eyes were red and her body was covered in blood.

Chang Jiaci didn't even struggle, he just looked back at the other party, and said with difficulty: "Because... I'm dead, your gift is... really dead..."

As he spoke, Chang Jiaci touched the other party's face immersed in bright red with shaking hands.

"Don't you...don't want to be with me? Back then...in the Underworld, if I had known...you have been waiting for me, I would definitely have left with you...I regret it so much, so regret it..."

Youzhen froze, and stayed there.

"If you can give... me another chance, I won't lose sight of you... I'm sorry..."

Youzhen's grip on Chang Jiaci's neck slowly loosened.

Chang Jiaci slid his hand from his face to the back of his shoulder, and hugged him tightly.

"It's just a pity that there is no such opportunity..."

A trace of horror flashed in Youzhen's eyes, and then she fell on Chang Jiaci's body with a loss of strength.

Chang Jiaci's other hand holding the Tianluo knife was withdrawn from Youzhen's dantian bit by bit, and the blood gushed out one after another, wet the place where the two of them touched.

Youzhen didn't move, just laying on Chang Jiaci's body like this, his quick breath brushed his side face one after another, and a lot of blood flowed from his mouth and nose.

"Excellence..." Youzhen suddenly called him in a low voice.

"Huh?" Chang Jiaci responded in a low voice.

Youzhen asked: "Is what you said true? If you will find me then..."

Chang Jiaci turned his eyes and looked at the other party, and after a while, he raised his lips and showed a sneer.

"Lian Tang, you actually believe it?"

Chang Jiaci said, with a smile mixed in his voice, he raised his blood-stained hand to the opponent's eyes.

"Look, compared to Chang Jiaci's evil thoughts, your evil thoughts are better than Chang Jiaci's, right? If it's evil, Lian Tang, you still lose in the end."

After the words fell, Chang Jiaci really watched the faint light in the other party's eyes dissipate and go away, and finally condensed deep anger and hatred, and he could not rest in peace...

Noticing that the head of the person on his body was slowly falling down, Chang Jiaci's smile was still on his lips, but his hand holding You Zhen did not let go, but became tighter and tighter bit by bit.With the other hand, he dropped the Tianluo Saber, quietly took out a talisman and pasted it on the back of You Zhen's neck, temporarily suppressing Mo Xiu's soul that was about to disperse.

"Lian Tang, you and I should have let go of the evil fate of that life..."