Mr. Jiang is not driving today

These names are like treasures that Jiang Xun has cherished for a long time. After counting these names, Jiang Xun's spirit seems to be a lot excited, and he simply walked all the way to count these names.

The north wind cut his lips like a knife, and hung a funny layer of hoarfrost on his face.But these names seemed to give him the impetus to move forward. In the end, he didn't know who he was talking to. He just mechanically counted the names of the people he knew, and said some stupid things without beginning and ending.

"Meimei, he's a fool. His dog does whatever he wants. It's not cute at all. Last time I saw me, he still bit me..."

"Yin Wutang... I will introduce a good person to him tomorrow, and I must make him stop thinking about it, so that Yujiu won't always worry about it. And... yes, there is also Qiumei. I have been shopping outside for so long. I bought a lot of jewelry and dowry, she must like it..."

"I want to go back to Le Li's painting, to the New Year's Eve when we went to make dumplings together, I must go back..."

"With brother Jiu, with sister Qiu, with you, let's go back together. At that time, no one will bully us..."

"I can't rely on others. The power must be held in my own hands in order to protect the people I want to protect... What's the 'Swallowing Elephant', what is the magic world..."

"But it's so dark, I'm still afraid of the dark... Hehe, but I don't have to be afraid if I have Brother Nine."

"...Also, when the time comes, Amu, I will give you a body."

"The most handsome face, the most fit body, but you must be shorter, at least shorter than me, so that I can be more like a brother..."

A feverish man was running in the snow, dreaming, muttering, and making countless wishes.

And the soul in his arm didn't say anything more, just silently used his insignificant power to repair the huge damage Jiang Xun suffered in his body, like a humble ant, trying to fill the gap without saying a word Huge black hole.

...Whether it's worth using a mantis' arm as a car, or a fly shaking a tree, as long as it can make Jiang Xun feel better, Qin Mu is willing to do it.

I don't know how long he has been running in the snow, Jiang Xun stood up and down, ups and downs, never stopped, and the words in his mouth never stopped, Qin Mu also kept absolute silence, meticulously mending the wounds in his body .

Suddenly, a strong palpitation hit Qin Mu's heart.

He hadn't realized where this feeling came from when he heard a blunt sound of mutilated blood.

A stream of heat slid over the fingers of the right hand, and dripped down from the tiger's mouth impatiently, making small honeycomb-shaped pits in the thick snowdrift, scarlet splashed everywhere, leaving patterns on the snow like extremely The freehand red plum on the ink painting.

Jiang Xun recovered later than Qin Mu.

He raised his arms in a daze, and only turned his head sideways after realizing that his actions were too sluggish.

He saw that the point of a long spear was pierced through the hollow of his right shoulder. The silver point of the spear was even more dazzling under the reflection of the snow, causing Jiang Xun to narrow his eyes slightly.

The sound of shouting and killing exploded from the deserted fields, and the sound of arrows and feathers criss-crossed. With several puffs, several feathered arrows were wedged on Jiang Xun's thighs, knees and arms.

The severe pain was accompanied by the devilish energy boiling around, which quickly stirred up the restlessness and hostility that had been dormant in Jiang Xun's body for a long time.

Ignoring the silver gun that weighed more than a hundred catties on his right shoulder, he quickly pulled out a poisonous arrow that was stuck in his thigh with his left hand and the end was still shaking slightly. The throat of the monster struck behind.

Who would have thought that another monster flashed out from behind, grabbed the handle of the silver gun that was dragging on the ground, and stabbed Jiang Xun fiercely. It gushes out like a rainbow.

He gritted his teeth, raised his hand and clenched the tip of the gun, and violently pushed back all the sharp blades that had been submerged in his body with one palm. The monster thought he had succeeded in one fell swoop, but unexpectedly, the handle of the silver gun slipped off with Jiang Xun's blow. Hand, the blunt end stabbed the monster's chest heavily, the gun handle passed through the chest, and the monster died suddenly on the spot.

In front of Jiang Xun's eyes, countless black-spotted leeches appeared, scrambling to jump on him, so disgusting that he wanted to gag.

These demon monks obviously noticed Jiang Xun's traces early on, so they set up an ambush here, waiting for him to enter the urn.

If he hadn't been seriously injured and his senses were dull, how could he not be aware of the devilish energy lurking around the wilderness?

On a cliff in the distance, Gong Yichong stood shoulder to shoulder with a young demon master, overlooking the entire battlefield.Gong Yichong still respected and respected the latter, and his attitude towards the old Patriarch was no less than that of the old Patriarch: "Young Patriarch is really a thunderbolt. As soon as the outpost finds a cicada slave, you can immediately order the encirclement and capture. Compared with the old Patriarch, I'm afraid it's not much better."

The young man couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard this, "This is a rare opportunity. Wouldn't it be nice to take this opportunity to take down the cicada slave in one fell swoop, kill him, and seize his strength!"

Gong Yichong laughed: "Young Patriarch has such ambition at such a young age, he is truly a young hero."

The young man waved his hands and said cheerfully: "Patriarch Gong, I am very happy that you are so loyal to the Demon Dao. I will never forget any of the benefits that my father promised you in the past. When the great event is accomplished, I will definitely promise you a bright and unlimited future. "

Mo Dao has always been the dominant family of the Qiu family. The previous head of the family died suddenly. His only son took over the job and vowed to avenge his father's grievances.

Looking at Jiang Xun who was surrounded in the snow, the young man grimaced and said with a sinister smile, "This man spoiled my father's affairs. He actually pretended to be the blood of Qin's children when he was in Xiyan Mountain, so that he was dedicated to the old man on the sacrificial altar." The ancestor's blood was impure, which ruined my father's years of planning, and ruined my father's formation in Shanyin Village, causing my father to die in Huzejian, it's not abominable!"

Jiang Xun was surrounded by groups at this time, and logically speaking, it was difficult to fly without wings. The young man was naturally excited when he saw his revenge, but Gong Yichong was much calmer. He gave Zhengxin a look in private, and Lin Zhengxin understood. Lending Gong Yichong a chance to put on his cloak, he pulled Master back a step.

... With such a lineup alone, it is impossible to kill the Channu.

Probably only Gong Yichong knows how terrifying the so-called cicada slave is.

Back then, the "Gong Zheng" sect was wiped out overnight, and the whole world was shocked. Ying Yisheng said that he asked Gong Yichong to hand over Lin Zhengxin to the gate and let him deal with it. Otherwise, he would "kill all Gong's people with Gong's Sheng" .

Ying Yisheng is the master of the "Gong Zheng" sect, and he was originally a qin master, while Ying Yige was a disciple of the "Gong Jiao" sect during his lifetime, and he was good at playing the sheng.He said that he would use Gong's sheng for revenge, and the reason for it is obvious.

How could Gong Yichong listen to the raving words of a traitor, his daughter Ah Wan was killed innocently, he felt uncontrollable grief and indignation, and immediately set the death rules for Gong's disciples, and there was no mercy for killing them.

However, the disciples who were sent out disappeared one after another, and corpses with different shapes of death appeared frequently in various places. Those who came back by luck also begged to die because they couldn't stand the torture of the sound Gu.

The factions have become outsiders, and no one wants to intervene, nor can they intervene.

... Who told Ying Yisheng to only kill the palace family members.

Gong Yichong had never had the heart to compromise, until one day when he went on a private visit and was stopped by Ying Yisheng on the spot, he still thought that this was a good opportunity given to him by heaven to clean up his family.

The arrogant Gong Yichong at that time was just like the young patriarch who thought he could easily take down the slave of the cicada now.

As it turned out, he was wrong, completely wrong.

Back then, with his cultivation in the Kong Ming period, he was defeated by Ying Yisheng.When the attendants hurriedly carried him up Wuxian Mountain, most of his life cultivation had been abolished, and he was suffering from sound Gu, which was serious.

If it wasn't for the great mercy of the person who cast the Gu, this Gu will never be eradicated.

From then on, Gong Yichong really became afraid of Yisheng.

This person doesn't know what kind of Taoism he has acquired. He was only one step away from being able to ascend to immortality, but he was suddenly sent back to hell by him.

He thought about handing over Zhengxin to make things easier, but after hesitating for a while, he decided that Ying Yisheng had rebelled against him, and it was impossible to just hand over Lin Zhengxin and everything would be fine.

——Wouldn't he want to take revenge on himself, the master who protected his apprentice?

——Will he die easily after he himself surrendered his righteousness?

The gloomy emotions ebbed and flowed like fungi in the damp corner, until one day, he received a letter from Mo Dao Qiu's family.

The Qiu family has been observing the Gong family in private for a long time, and knowing that Gong Yichong is in a difficult situation, they offered him an olive branch.

——The Gong family can surrender to the Demonic Way for 18 years.

——Give Mo Dao 18 years, and they will revive the ancestor "Swallowing Elephant" and rebuild the former glory of Mo Dao.

——At that time, the righteous way will be destroyed, and the palace family who surrendered to the ancestors early will receive preferential treatment, unify the immortal way, and avenge their hatred.

...Gong Yichong thought about it, and found that he seemed to have no other choice.

So, at the New Year's Eve ceremony when Gong Yi was six years old, in Bozixu, Gong Yichong directed and performed a good show of "all members perish" by himself.

He took away all his cronies and disciples, and disguised his own corpse. In order to appear realistic, he also gritted his teeth and discarded his spirit beast bone dragon, fairy artifact "Tianxian", and the fragments of the key to open Zhuxu.

As for those insignificant ordinary disciples, they perished along with the "Gong Family".

Gong Yi is an exception.

The reason why Gong Yichong didn't take Gong Yi away was not only to preserve the righteous blood, but also to drive an invisible thorn into the righteous flesh and blood.

Gong Yi is the youngest child of Gong Yichong. He is immature, innocent and harmless, and will not be suspected by others. No matter which sect adopts him, if he makes good use of it in the future, he will become the backbone weapon to destroy this sect.

One day, he will return with his family and let the Gong family be the only leader in the fairy world.

But the irony is that the living environment of the Demonic Dao is far more dangerous than that of the Immortal Dao.After only three or four years since he came to live in the Demon Dao, all the dozen or so flesh and blood he brought with him were buried in various battles. Not a single one was left, dying like bedbugs, light, worthless, and unable to stand upright. The stele cannot be written with a name, so only a piece of loess, an empty stele, was hastily buried.

Gong Yichong destroyed his sect with his own hands, and buried his sons one by one. From the very beginning, he was distraught and heartbroken, and gradually became numb and indifferent.

...he became a real loner.

All of this is because Ying Yisheng got that damn soul.

Ying Yisheng only has a soul, and he can force himself to turn to the devil, ruining his reputation, so what about this real slave in front of him?

... Soon, he had the answer.

The locusts who had rushed forward and tried to surround Jiang Xun suddenly stopped.

The young Patriarch in charge was naturally dissatisfied with their retreat on the spot, and was about to order them to advance, when the vision suddenly appeared.

Those magic monks who were like clay puppets suddenly collapsed one by one.

Yes, it's like the carefully crafted ice sculptures were once smashed, cracked, and scattered, becoming frozen flesh, heads, and bones all over the place.

Jiang Xun's fingertips still had the faint light after casting the spell. He stumbled and shuttled among the group of dead centipedes. The monks will fall to the ground, knocked to pieces.

The young Patriarch froze in place, he was insane for a while, since Gong Yichong lost most of his strength by Ying Yisheng, his life was almost entirely due to his dexterity. Obediently, the three of them lay down on the cliff together, blocking their figures with abrupt rocks.

In the next second, Jiang Xun's eyes moved to the empty cliff.

The wind whipped up a ray of residual snow, and it blew across the sharp protrusion of the cliff, making a mournful cry.

...Obviously I saw three people just now...

... probably misunderstood again.

Jiang Xun's vision is sometimes blurred and sometimes clear, and there are often strange afterimages flashing, so he no longer pursues the three figures that appeared on the cliff just now in his peripheral vision.

The wounds on his body that were injured by Ying Yisheng were still the same, but large swaths of black blood had gushed out from the places where he was shot by the poisonous arrows, and the wounds on his shoulders and body closed and healed at the speed of light.

When the pain in his body subsided, Jiang Xun stretched out his hand and pushed a frightened and immobile demon monk nearby, and said coldly, "...Only Yujiu can bully me, what are you guys?"

...followed by another crackling sound.

The wind conveyed Jiang Xun's words to the ears of the three people on the cliff. The young Patriarch had never seen such a battle before, and the two were so frightened that they fought, wishing to transform into an ostrich.

Gong Yichong beside him prostrated himself on the ground with a muffled sound, and carefully picked up the two lumps of snow beside him, while hiding his voice, while secretly thinking.

The action was not entirely meaningless.

Jiang Xun was seriously injured, and mobilizing his spiritual power this time would definitely hurt his vitality. After this battle, he couldn't go very far, so he could only find a place to hide nearby.

When the time comes, they will just have to wait and see.

... After all, neither Xiandao nor Ying Yisheng knew the secret.

... 300 years ago, the real secret of why the slave of the cicada died.