Heaven is fearless

"Did he really say that?"

Early the next morning, the head of the Quan family, who was startled by the son guarding the door, finished listening to his son's description of the Da Neng he had brought back, and listened to what the other party said again. They didn't ask anything else. He interrupted him when he was talking about the demons.

"Uh... He did ask that question, but he didn't say anything else after that..." Quan San frowned and searched his memory, but found nothing useful, and answered his father honestly.

"Human puppet..." The head of the Quan family murmured and repeated the word, with solemn expressions.

Ever since the seal set by Sword Master Ming Xiao for the Demon Realm was broken, the Demon Race reappeared in the realm of comprehension. After the wave of monsters changed drastically, immortals and demons went hand in hand. It was chaotic for a few years at the beginning, but the young lord of the Taisu Sword Sect The management and control of the Moyu Demon Lord has become more stringent, and the demons have seldom hurt people. There is a faint trend of peaceful coexistence between the immortals and the demons.

But speaking of puppets...

Even the demons are afraid of this kind of thing that is extremely sinister at first sight. It is a specialty of the ghosts. It is a forbidden technique to refine the dead or new corpses into puppets for people to drive. The powerful ghosts can even dig The body of the powerful person who has been transformed for many years to refine human puppets, but this kind of unreasonable technique has been gradually unknown since thousands of years ago when the ghost clan stayed behind closed doors. Old, there are some classics in the family collection, and it is impossible to know about it.

But now his son rushed to say that a powerful and powerful person had come to the family, who seemed to be in control of a human puppet, which made him not surprised.

Could it be that the ghost clan is about to be born again?

Different from the demons who only practice skills differently from the monks, the danger of the ghosts cannot be ignored. To be more precise, the ghosts are not human at all—they are all evil ghosts who have really died once , suffered a lot of suffering during his lifetime, and was born with malice towards human beings. Most of the ghost clan's cultivation methods are always closely related to the slaughter of mortals...

Cold-blooded, paranoid, cruel, ferocious, vicious, not of my own kind, you can't believe a word that comes out of the mouth of a ghost, otherwise it will be full of nonsense.

Many years ago, the demons were suppressed under the sea, and the ghosts also restrained their whereabouts for some reason. successively born...

The man with a crease between his brows frowned again sadly, as if he had sensed the signal that the world was about to go into chaos.

"Let's ignore him, just eat and drink as offerings, tell the servants to stay away from his yard, don't go there if you have nothing to do."

Quan San nodded obediently, thought for a while and then mentioned another matter: "Then Taisu Sword Sect is here..."

The man picked up the steaming tea cup and took a sip: "The people who came to Kunlun Mountain this time probably have a lot of background. When the time comes, you should pay attention to that Mr. Yuanhua, and try not to let them run into each other. If there is an accident, the president who will lose money." It's us."

Anyway, it is a central idea: mix.

It's good to be able to pass by. Although the Quan family has some influence in Tianguan City, they are nothing outside of Tianguan City.

Quan San nodded understandingly: "Come on, dad, I'll find a way to send him away today!"

The man's face became even more bitter: "Come back! What kind of monster are you! Do you think your life is too long!"

If that person is really a ghost, wouldn't his son just fall into the jaws of a sheep?

But speaking of it, it doesn't seem good if you really do nothing. At least you should show a little ability, not to mention deterrence, and you can't let the other party think that you are easy to bully and use some crooked brains.

He paused for a while, then suddenly said: "The priest I invited a few days ago, I haven't seen him make a move yet, I will let him test it out-you just go back to the meditation room for me!"

Quan San subconsciously pulled his face to complain, but was glared at by his father, swallowed the words back in his mouth, complained and went out.

The head of the Quan family sat down and drank a cup of hot tea, sighed for a while, waved to the servants, gave a few orders, got up and walked out.

The courtyard where Yuan Hua lived was extremely clean, and the servants who came and went did not dare to approach this small courtyard under the orders of the master. For a while, even the singing of birds could not be heard in the courtyard. The small animals had already started long-distance migration the moment Yuan Hua stepped into the yard, and only the plants without long legs stood in place and could not move.

Yuan Hua didn't care about the excessive silence around him, he placed the puppet at the gate of the yard like a statue facing the gate, if it was night, the person who opened the door without saying hello would probably be frightened by a pale dead face Incontinence.

The young man in red curled up on the chair in the corridor like a child, with his eyes closed and drowsy.

He dozed off like this every day except for cultivation in Ghost Wraith. The King of Ghosts never cared what level he had cultivated to. Years without ghosts.

In the first ten years or so, he was moody, and even the ghost girls who served him didn't dare to approach him. Later, he was sleepy and lazy every day, and the number of murders decreased, and the ghost girls gradually laughed around him.

If he hadn't heard about the witch clan in the conversation of the ghost girls, and learned that the witch master has the ability to see the past and the future, he would not have come out of the ghosts and traveled thousands of miles to the extreme east.

Mr. Yuan Hua was lying on his side, his eyes half closed, as if he was sleeping but not sleeping. He searched for Shao Tianheng's soul for many years when he was a ghost, but he couldn't find it. But he said that such a ghost had never appeared in the ghosts, and he thought he had too many problems and beat him up again.

Ghosts are the places that all mortals must pass through after death, but Shao Tianheng did not leave a trace in ghosts.

Was the ghost king deceiving him, or did Shao Tianheng really not enter the ghost?

He would rather be the former possibility.

The chaotic thoughts sank in the dark red Styx, and in the silent courtyard, a gloomy knife light cut down from the sky without a sound, crossed a distance of several feet, and instantly approached Yuan Hua's face.

The wind of the knife curled up a strand of long hair that was hanging down, and the ghost with eyes closed suddenly stretched out his hand, a pale hand protruded out of the steaming blue-gray mist, five fingers clasped the silent blade with claws, It was pinched in the palm, and when the flesh and blood collided with the iron, there was a crisp sound of gold and iron.

The puppet standing motionless at the door rose from the ground, his fingers and nails swelled, his mouth grew and his mouth screamed, and he rushed towards the roof. A person hidden on the top turned back in the air to avoid the green man with a cold light With his fingers and claws, he drew out the long knife on his back to withstand the opponent's attack, and laughed loudly: "Oh, the distinguished guest comes to the door, there are some who are far away to welcome, and some who are far away to welcome!"

Yuan Hua opened his eyes.

The original black and white eyes seemed to melt, and the black pupils glowed with an inorganic luster and spread outwards. But in an instant, his eyes became completely black holes, and the inhuman coldness was unprecedented in him. revealed on the body.

devil.

Anyone who sees these ghostly eyes can only have this one reaction.

"The maggots in the mud, crawled in front of me to seek death." He said coldly, his voice was erratic, as if it came from the Nine Nether Ghosts.

The young man who was still fighting with the puppets on the roof was all smiles, and let out a knife mercilessly from his mouth: "Maggots in the mud? Are you talking about yourself? It is indeed something that has been hiding in ghosts for thousands of years. Only you ghost clan are worthy of the name maggot."

Yuan Hua raised his head, and a pair of cold ghostly eyes under his jet-black hair fixedly stared at the people who were tossing and turning on the roof. With a wave of his sleeves, his figure spread out on the spot, and then gathered in front of the young man.

The young man who swung a knife and fought back and forth with the puppet was startled by the suddenly enlarged pale face and dark ghostly eyes in front of him, and subconsciously wanted to back away, but the person who came was faster than him. The moment he gathered together, he stretched out his hand——

The bluish-white sharp ghost claws pierced through the young man's chest, and he clasped his fingers inward, grabbing viciously, intending to grab the young man's heart out.

But he was stunned for some reason, the young man spat out a mouthful of blood, twisted back, and smiled while retreating, his face was full of complacency: "Hahahahaha my heart has already been given to the lord, how can the maggot worthy of touching my heart!"

As he said that, he turned around and kicked away the puppets who came up again, and raised his knife to slash at Yuan Hua.

This knife is not difficult to dodge, but Yuan Hua was stunned for a moment, and when he realized that the light of the knife was close in front of him, he could only dodge the vital point in haste, the blade deeply cut into his arm, and the remaining force tore his wide body A scroll fell from his sleeve, fluttering and rolling down the roof.

Seeing this, Yuan Hua's face suddenly changed, he didn't even care about the young man who was behind him, and he seemed to have forgotten that he had a spell, and flew down to the roof to meet him like a mortal.

The swordsman who kills you while you are sick doesn't care about the fairness of the competition. He smiles and twists his body to raise his sword.

Yuan Hua ignored the murderous intent behind him, and stretched his arms to catch the scroll. The snow-white scroll fell against his fingers, and the ribbon on it was scratched by the blade wrapped in the wind, and it broke silently. , suddenly unfolded in the air.

The icy sword light brushed Yuan Hua's hair and back and collided with the sword light in the air. Yuan Hua didn't blink his eyes as if he didn't care at all. He only had the falling scroll in his eyes. The cold sword intent and murderous intent collided. , pushed Yuan Hua down to fall faster, wrapped the scroll in his arms head-on, and fell to the ground with his whole body.

After the swords and swords collided, they separated suddenly, and halfway into the battle, the young man in white clothes and high crown had a scarlet sword pattern between his brows, and his handsome face showed no trace of emotion, cold and fierce. .

He put away his sword, and said calmly to the plain-looking swordsman: "It's the behavior of a villain to attack behind the scenes."

The young man holding the knife looked at him, with unpredictable emotions in his eyes. After turning his thoughts around for a few times, he put away the knife with a smile: "It's just a joke. Don't take it to heart, I'm going to leave first. Destiny Goodbye hahahaha."

As he spoke, his figure flashed like a rabbit rising and falling, and he disappeared in an instant.

The young man who stayed there was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the man in red on the ground, and was about to say something when his eyes were attracted by the person on the picture scroll in his arms.

There are only a few pens and inks on the painting scroll, outlining a handsome face, the painter hides all the details, only focuses on the narrow and long eyes, and draws the divine light vividly, as if seeing these eyes , Then I saw a handsome and beautiful man.

However, his focus is not on other things, but... It seems that he has seen this person somewhere in the painting.

Yuan Hua carefully rolled up the scroll, patted the dust on it, and stuffed it back into his sleeves. The dripping blood from his hands wiped the scroll, and he seemed to lose sight again.

"You..." The visitor hesitated for a moment, not sure whether the other party cherished the painting or didn't care about it.

Yuan Hua raised his head, with a gloomy and nervous look on his face: "If you don't chase after the runaway demons, what are you standing here looking at?"

Only now did several sword lights catch up from behind, and uniformly dressed young men and women jumped off their spirit swords and hurriedly surrounded the young man.

"Young Sect Master!"

"Young Sect Master, don't run so fast next time..."

"Almost missed... If something happens to you, Master Ming Yi will punish us to run to Kunlun Mountain again."

After talking about the young suzerain who was nowhere to be seen, they noticed another person present, and after just a glance, they involuntarily raised their long swords and made a defensive posture: "Who are you? "

The man in red who fell on the ground in front of him was lazy and tired, he could be described as slovenly, his whole body was empty, but the disciples of Taisu Sword Sect looked at him, and they frantically sounded the alarm in their hearts, standing on their heads covered in hairs, It was as if he had seen some living ghost.

Yuan Hua looked at them, and just now the pair of ghost eyes had returned to normal, and he repeated without emotion: "Young master?"

Tu Zhao put his sword back into its sheath, and introduced himself coldly: "Taisu Sword Sect, Tu Zhao."

Originally, it was planned to send a letter to Weilou to invite the witch master to come to Kunlun. Unexpectedly, he heard that the witch master was ill. In order to show his sincerity, Tu Zhao had no choice but to go to the extreme east to meet the witch master himself—after all, he was also his elder. At the moment when he has not yet taken over the Taisu Sword Sect, there is nothing wrong with carrying the junior ceremony to the dangerous building.

Who knew that when he first arrived in Tianguan City, he sensed an extremely gloomy ghostly aura intertwined with chilling demonic aura in the city, and the place where the aura erupted was still in the densely populated city center, fearing that it would affect the public and leave the disciples behind Yu Jian rushed over and happened to save a young man in red who was about to be stabbed in the back.

In connection with the runaway demons that this person mentioned just now and the ghostly and devilish energy he sensed, Tu Zhao had a rough idea of ​​the identity of the other party, but maybe it was just this person who desperately tried to snatch the pair. The appearance of the picture scroll made him hesitate for a while, he didn't make a move directly, and he didn't say anything in front of his disciples, he pondered for a while before asking: "Why are you doing this?"

Yuan Hua squinted at him, as if he could read his thoughts, and sneered, his voice was low and slow, as if he was just muttering to himself: "Taisu Sword Sect protects the world, and it really deserves its reputation."

This is ironic that Tu Zhao is too lenient.

The disciples on the side looked a bit ugly, but Tu Zhao was not angry, still staring at Yuan Hua.

The evil ghost in red looked back at him slowly, and it took a long time before he said, "Dangerous building."

Tu Zhao then nodded, and said neatly: "On the same road, together."

The author has something to say: The big cub and the two cubs join forces in victory!

Witch Master: I don't know what happened, but I suddenly have a bad feeling.