When the villain picks up the script

Wang Huan's sect is a certain distance away from Luozhou, and they still live in the world chosen by their master.

Hearing that Xiao Jing and the two planned to get up and go to his sect to investigate, Wang Huan got up happily and closed the auction.

Since he wanted to help others solve the problem, Wen Qinglan was no longer polite, and asked Wang Huan for two treasures that could cultivate spiritual veins, and put them on his body. As for the replenishment of spiritual energy, he was not worried at all, after all, the little apprentice had been following him around.

After the three of them packed up, they planned to set off directly. Unexpectedly, another familiar voice came running from far to near: "Old, old, old...Master, didn't you realize that you forgot something? You forgot to bring it with you again." Ah Lu, ah ah ah."

The two master and apprentice looked at each other when they heard the voice, and the expressions on their faces were speechless for a moment.

However, before they could leave Yujian, the voice had already rushed in front of them, and Alu panted and looked at the two masters expectantly: "Master..."

He looked at Wen Qinglan. At this time, Wen Qinglan had slowly recovered his cultivation, and his own spiritual pressure was extremely terrifying to Alu. Alu didn't dare to be as unscrupulous as before. He hesitated for a while, and suddenly popped out a new name : "Master."

Wen Qinglan: "..."

How did his apprentice find this kind of mental retardation?

Apparently Xiao Jing couldn't stand Alu's character, he rubbed his temples, and forced a smile at Alu: "Come on."

Alu's original nervousness of being afraid of being abandoned suddenly changed. He showed a big smile at Xiao Jing, stood on the master's flying sword excitedly, and grabbed Xiao Jing's clothes.

Since Xiao Jing brought A Lu, then Wang Huan was naturally taken by Wen Qinglan. Although he felt strange about this person who suddenly appeared, the excitement of finding the immortal master to help him overwhelmed everything, and he stepped on the same excitedly. Arrived on Wen Qinglan's flying sword.

But in the next second, Wang Huan felt an inexplicable chill. He shivered and tightened his clothes silently, wondering.

The Taoist priest standing in front of him seemed taciturn and had no sense of presence. It was really strange why he was panicked when he stood behind him, and he didn't dare to breathe.

As for Xiao Jing on the other flying sword, he silently withdrew his gaze from staring at Wang Huan, and began to fly with the sword.

The Liuyan Sect's sect is located in a depression at the foot of the mountain. The gate is built below the horizon. Suddenly, it looks like a hole has been dug in the ground at the foot of the mountain. Living in such a place, it is inevitable to feel oppressed and cold.

After falling, Wen Qinglan frowned as he looked at Liu Yanzong.

"Master...Little Daddy, is there something wrong here?" Since you can no longer call Shizun, you must have a title. Wen Qinglan is Xiao Jing's teacher, and he can't be called the same generation, so he called Little Daddy .

Hearing this title unexpectedly, Wen Qinglan was silent for a moment, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Wang Huan, who was next to him, opened his eyes wide. He never thought that such a young and handsome monk would be Daoist Xiao's little father. He couldn't help but feel that the Xianshan sect is different. The monks are all cultivated and skilled. .

Wen Qinglan looked up at the somewhat cold and majestic Liuyan Sect gate, pondered for a while and said, "This doesn't look like a normal sect residence, but looks like a tomb guard."

"Tomb guard?" Wang Huan next to him yelled: "Impossible, we are a good sect, how could we be the tomb guard, Daoist Xiao, you little daddy is not a liar, right? "

Xiao Jing glanced at Wang Huan coldly, he didn't answer the other party, but looked directly at Wen Qinglan and said, "Did you see something?"

Wen Qinglan also turned a deaf ear to Wang Huan's bluffs, and he frowned and said, "This tomb is not an ordinary tomb, I'm afraid there will be weird things in it, that's why a sect's power is here to guard the tomb."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Wang Huan and said, "Is it because people from your sect, no matter how you go, will eventually return to the sect?"

Wang Huan couldn't believe it at first, but after thinking about it, his expression gradually changed, and he couldn't help saying with some horror: "Master Daoist, you... what you said is really true, it seems to be true."

"Oh, that's it." Wen Qinglan didn't feel scary at all, on the contrary, he walked towards the cold and terrifying bronze door.

Seeing this, Xiao Jing hurriedly followed, while Wang Huan hesitated for a while, then gritted his teeth and followed.

I don’t know if it’s because Wen Qinglan just said that this place is a big tomb. Looking at the place where he grew up, Wang Huan always feels very eerie, especially when he thinks that all his fellow disciples died here, and the death conditions are miserable. , he was even more frightened.

"Dao... Daoist, what kind of tomb do you think this is?" Wang Huan asked with chattering teeth while looking at the cold walls on both sides of the corridor.

What kind of tomb is it?

Of course it was the tomb of a great demon, and it was related to the Qianji God Face he wanted.

In "The Legend of the Supreme God", the reason why Wen Qinglan was able to completely change his body, description and appearance, and even cover up the aura of his exercises, was because he had obtained the face of Qianji God.

And to be able to have such psychic magic, the big monster who died here is naturally of extraordinary status.

But he didn't need to say these things, he just said lightly: "No matter what kind of tomb, there are already dead people, and the ones who can make trouble here can only be living things."

"You mean someone murdered someone in my sect?"

Hearing Wen Qinglan's words, Wang Huan was extremely angry. He gritted his teeth and said, "If you let me know who it is, I will tell him to tear his body into pieces."

Wen Qinglan glanced at Wang Huan indifferently, thinking, with your cultivation level, I'm afraid it's wishful thinking.

"Do you still remember someone asking your senior brother what he wanted?"

Wang Huan hesitated for a moment, then hesitantly said: "This..."

"Little Daddy, there's someone!" Just when Wang Huan was hesitating whether to speak out, Xiao Jing, who had been silently by the side, suddenly called out.

Alu also hesitantly said: "Master, Mr., did someone walk past there just now?"

As soon as these words came out, the four of them were silent at the same time. Three of the four people present were monks, and one of them was a great power in the distraction stage. Nothing unusual.

At this time, I raised my eyes to look at the empty corridor, and there was no trace of a person.

Wen Qinglan said decisively: "Go and have a look."

Both Wang Huan and A Lu were a little timid, but the two with the highest cultivation had already run towards the corridor, so they could only grit their teeth and keep up.

The setup of the Liuyan Sect's sect is indeed very strange. The more you walk, the more it looks like a tomb passage. There are long and deep passages everywhere, and some of them don't know where they will lead.

A Lu couldn't help but asked in wonder, "Don't you find it strange to live in such a place?"

Wang Huan shook his head: "I grew up here since I was a child, and so did my seniors. What's so strange, I ran around in this corridor a lot when I was a child. If the Taoist priest said so just now, I would never have thought that this place would be Graveway."

While talking, another figure ran past in front of him, which surprised the four of them. Wang Huan took a closer look, and his face was filled with joy. He suddenly shouted: "Senior Brother Fang, Senior Brother Liu, it's me! I'm Ah Huan, you're not dead, are you all right?"

It turned out that a young green-robed monk hurried past in front of their eyes. The monk was talking to the person next to him while walking.

But the strange thing is that no matter how much Wang Huan yelled, the two of them turned a deaf ear and walked straight in front of him.

"Don't shout, they are just the remaining fragments of the soul, acting according to the memory of their lives, it seems that the figures just now are also these fragments."

Wen Qinglan took a look and then looked away, but he didn't relax his vigilance. After thinking about it, he knew that there must be more than these methods in a big monster's cemetery.

Hearing Wen Qinglan's words, Wang Huan immediately lowered his head sadly, and murmured: "Is it just a fragment of memory? I thought everyone was still alive."

"The dead are already dead, and the living have to continue. Otherwise, what are you doing standing here? If you want to avenge your master, don't dawdle." Patient and authentic.

Wang Huan choked at what was said, blinked, Xiao Jing smiled next to him, thinking, Master really hasn't changed all this time.

"Little Daddy, is this corridor too long, or is there any other exit here?" Xiao Jing asked while looking around.

He also knew that Master would have a secret treasure that could transform into others freely, but Xiao Jing didn't know what that secret treasure was and where it came from.

Now it seems that it was obtained from the tomb of the great demon guarded by the Liuyan sect. I don't know what kind of adventure the master experienced here.

Thinking of this, Xiao Jing started to size up curiously.

Wen Qinglan didn't answer, but asked Wang Huan instead: "Your sect must not only be active in this tomb, is there other places?"

Wang Huan thought for a while and said: "Although there are few people in our Liuyan Sect, we still have a place to practice martial arts and rest, and the sect also has a place to discuss matters. I heard from my brother that there are many interesting dark rooms hidden here. Head Bo and the others may not be able to discover all of them."

The young disciples are lively and playful, and it is possible to touch this place, but Wen Qinglan and the others did not come here to appreciate the appearance of the tomb of the great demon, but for the secret place in the tomb of the great demon .

But where is that thousand-faced secret realm hidden?

"Do you still remember where your senior brother had an accident?"

Wang Huan nodded. It's strange to say that before Wen Qinglan couldn't get out of the tomb passage, Wang Huan led the two of them to turn left and right. After turning twice, they turned to a room. Wen Qinglan was thoughtful. He gave Wang Huan a serious look.

The door of that room was marked with the words "disciple room". Wang Huan pushed the door open, and a man with black hair hanging down his waist and wearing a white robe sat with his back to the door.