wait until the fireworks cool off

Power.The only thing that can be relied on is the agreement that Ying Yun mentioned on a whim, which may not be half credible.

"As long as you promise to belong to me forever and never leave my side, I promise not to hurt him."

Ever since he was imprisoned by Ying Yun, he knew that there was no possibility between himself and Sheng Xiaomo. Now that his immortal body was about to expire, time would eventually dry up his flesh and bury his bones. Give that person the last piece of forgotten tranquility before being turned into ashes.

"I promise you," Ying Yun pulled his thoughts back, and his tone was surprisingly submissive, "but if he attacks me, I will defend myself... Also, master, don't forget, you promised me... ..."

"Okay..." His throat quivered slightly.

The world was spinning for a while, and in the next second, he had been pushed down on the couch by him.The affair was still going on, and the towering zenith in front of him was like a dark abyss, slowly pressing down on him.

If all these are the results of unethical love, then it should be all on him.

The Medical Pavilion soon came to the conclusion that Elder Zhengde lost his resistance because his meridians were smashed with a blow, and he was made into his current appearance by magic, and he died after suffering from freezing and burning.The whole process was probably an hour or two before dawn.

After hearing the results of the Medical Pavilion, everyone was shocked.If the power of the opponent method is enough to instantly suppress Elder Zhengde, what kind of deep hatred is there to let the murderer kill him in such a cruel and special way?

"What do you guys think?" After a while, Sheng Xiaomo spoke slowly.

The head of the Medicine Pavilion took a step forward, bowed and said: "Master, I have something to say, I don't know if I should say it or not."

"It's okay to be the first seat."

"The old man thought that with the opponent's cultivation base, if he just wanted to take the life of the head of Zhengde, it would be easy, and he could even kill him with one move. But the murderer just made him lose the power of resistance, killed him with ice and fire, and made the traces of ice and fire so clear Neatness, this is by no means an easy task. The other party has spent so much trouble, I am afraid that it is not just for his life."

"The meaning of the first seat..."

"When the old man and his disciples experienced the world, they often heard people talking about the world. There are many masters in the world. Not only do they not hide their identities when they take people's lives, but they use special techniques or leave special marks on the scene. It is an extremely recognizable way to let people know that they did it, and their purpose is often not to kill, or not only to kill, but to create some kind of panic or provocation."

"The chief is saying that the murderer used this special method to deliberately provoke?" Sheng Xiaomo frowned.

The chief of the Medicine Pavilion said cautiously: "It may also be a reminder."

"If it's provocative, what's the matter? We don't understand what he wants to kill with this strange method." The chief seat of the Liyi Pavilion said in a disdainful tone.

"Since he did this, it should be a hint that we can understand, maybe it's just that everyone didn't think of it..."

What does it mean to freeze half of Elder Zhengde's body with ice and burn the other half with fire?Some kind of spell?a certain name?still……

"Could it be... the punishment of ice and fire?" the elder of Zangshuge asked hesitantly.

Everyone was shocked.

The Changliu Mountain Prison is located between the volcano and the ice cave. It is scorching during the day and frozen to the bone in the middle of the night. Although it will not kill you for a while, the taste of the frozen fire is more like a war that has lasted for several years. torture.

"There are only a few dozen disciples sentenced to Heavenly Prison in Changliu Mountain. There are life-testing stones in Xianji Pavilion, so it should be easy to check." The head of Xianji Pavilion hurriedly said.

After gaining a little direction, Xianji Pavilion quickly presented the results. Since the establishment of the Changliu Mountain sect, a total of 170 people have been sentenced to heaven prison, with terms ranging from three months to 50 years.Half of the disciples have passed away, some of the remaining disciples lost their immortal bodies and were expelled from Changliu, and some are still in Changliu.After some inquiries, the disciples who were in Changliu had evidence of their alibi that night, and the disciples who left Changliu were generally thousands of miles away, so the possibility of committing the crime was not high.

Except for Qing Yu alone.

His birth stone is still on, but as Sheng Xiaomo learned a hundred years ago, Xianji Pavilion can neither find his trace nor observe him.

This Immortal Venerable was once sentenced to ten years of imprisonment for his traitor. Although he has left Changliu Mountain for hundreds of years and has not heard from him, it is hard to say how advanced his cultivation is. In terms of motivation and ability, he seems to meet the requirements. "murderer".

Sheng Xiaomo was distraught, and hastily dealt with the crowd, then went back to the scene where Elder Zhengde was killed, to see if there were any clues that he missed.

While examining carefully, Sheng Xiaomo suddenly felt a strange force approaching him from behind.He jumped up with a jerk, and pushed a palm force behind him with his backhand.

puff!

A palm seemed to hit the skin, and there was a soft muffled sound, and a black translucent phantom gradually appeared.

"Master Changliu, are you all right?" Kongluo's voice seemed to come from a distant hole, and the reverberation echoed endlessly.

Sheng Xiao was startled, the other party was able to easily break through the Changliu barrier and approach him, so he must be someone who is not waiting for nothing.

"Who are you?" He pointed at the other party with his silver flute.

"Master, please be safe and don't be impatient. My master has something to bring to the master. The master will know when he sees it." The phantom waved a long and thin box in front of Sheng Xiaomo in a calm manner.

Sheng Xiaomo half-believingly opened the box, but took a step back in shock the moment she saw it.

A green bamboo flute that was translucent and full of emerald green was quietly lying in the box, shining with a faint light, piercing his eyes like a long needle.

No matter how dazed he is, he will not misread it, this is Qing Yu's close weapon, but how could it be in this person's hands?

Could it be... uncle!

"My uncle is in your hands?" Sheng Xiaomo's eyes were as bright as a sword.

The phantom seemed very satisfied with his reaction, but did not answer his question, but still said in that distant echo-like voice: "Three days later, the bamboo forest outside Yaoge City, my lord is waiting for the master."

"Who is your master?" Sheng Xiao asked sharply.

"The master can only come alone, please don't break the appointment, otherwise...you should understand..." The voice said to itself, but it got farther and farther away, like a beam of light that was about to disappear.

Sheng Xiaomo felt the blood all over his body rushing to the top of his head. He hit the phantom with his celestial power time and time again, but passed through the shadow time and time again. In the end, he could only watch the phantom slowly dissipate.

Uncle...

He collapsed on the ground like a collapse, and pressed the green bamboo flute tightly to his chest, wanting to cry without tears.

After hundreds of years, he finally had some information about him, but he never thought it would be in this situation.The close-fitting Xiao was snatched by someone, he himself didn't know how badly he was injured, and how he was restrained by others.Sheng Xiaomo only felt that his heart was being pulled hard, and the unbearable pain was all stuck in his throat, but there was nowhere to vent it.

No, no, he is going to save him!

Sheng Xiaomo forced herself to calm down.Since the other party took the initiative to ask him to meet, and specially sent Qing Yu's personal belongings, it must be a coercion to exchange something with him.No matter what they want to exchange, as long as they can meet, he must find a way to rescue Qing Yu.

Sheng Xiao silently stroked the cold bamboo flute in his hand, gradually revealing a determined fighting spirit in his eyes.

Master, you must wait for me, you must wait for me!

You buried the spring and sold the bones

The last twilight of the sunset in the sky will not fade away, and the distant Changliu Mountain will gradually disappear into the night.Sheng Xiao Mo Yufeng flew in mid-air, and suddenly felt as if he had passed away.

When he left Changliu, he never told anyone.But he knew in his heart that he might not be able to escape unscathed this time.Before he left, he had set up a formation. Once his life-testing stone was extinguished, the head of the Nine Pavilions and a few close disciples would receive the voice transmission left by him. bit.Although he is not sure whether his arrangement can avoid a catastrophe, but for Changliu, he feels that he is benevolent and righteous.

I met Qing Yu for the first time when I was nine years old, and my love was deeply rooted at the age of fourteen or fifteen, and my wish finally came true, but at the age of 21, I was forced to separate.Over the past few hundred years, there have been too many things that have weighed on him, and he has endured, endured, and let time run over him.He watched Zhuran and Liu Xiasheng parting ways, Bai Zihua and Hua Qiangu drifting away, one old friend after another passed by his side, dead and scattered, subverting what he once believed in and destroying what he had expected , In the end, he finally understood that life is one failure after another and self-denial.The unscrupulous dedication and frankness in his teens are more like a distant past life.

Night had fallen, and the bamboo forest outside the city was as dark and silent as a deep well.Clusters of tall bamboos rush straight into the sky, like countless icy barriers, enclosing the world airtightly.

Sheng Xiaomo stood quietly in the forest, surrounded by bamboo leaves blown by the wind and rustling, as if many-legged insects crawled across the mountains and plains in groups.However, in the rustling voice, a flute suddenly floated out faintly.This flute is very light, as light as a gossamer, which will break in the rustling sound at any time.The tone of the sound gradually became clear from far to near, as if the filaments were slowly twisted into threads, and the threads were twisted into ropes one after another, and the ropes criss-crossed and gradually woven into a net.The sound of the flute was like weeping and complaining, with a low tone of sadness, and the sadness flowed slowly along the net, and finally turned into a barrier that covered the sky and the sun.The barrier was like a whirlpool, gradually distorting the invisible space and everything in the space, as if it wanted to tear, smash, and strangle everything.

Sheng Xiaomo frowned slightly, holding a silver flute in his hand, he opened his lips and teeth lightly, and the melodious and unrestrained flute sound flowed out slowly, like a golden sword dancing with fire, invincible against the inseparable sound barrier