The Villain's White Lotus Halo

Lianjian is the name of a large sect, and it is also a place name. It is in the easternmost part of Central China.

There is plenty of rain all year round, and there are more than a hundred large and small hanging springs and waterfalls. Before reaching the mountain, you can hear the sound of water roaring like thunder.

The splashing water mist blends with the clouds and smoke, and the green and red and yellow branches and leaves intertwine. If there are Lianjian disciples in purple shirts walking, the mountains will become more colorful.

But today, on the plank road, beside the wooden bridge, and even in the houses with white walls and gray tiles, there is no one, and no human voice can be heard.

The waterfall screams and rinses the stream, but it is dull.As dead as winter.

Lian Jian's disciples gathered in Taixu Hall.

The vast and boundless hall stood airtight, and the outside of the hall was also crowded with people.

In the middle of the main hall, a large open space was reserved tacitly.

The pale and beautiful girl stood there, confronting more than ten people.

"Junior Sister, I'm afraid you have suffered too much, your mind is haggard, and your mind is not clear..."

Chu Huan spoke lightly.

It was a big change, but his clothes and hair were in a bun, from head to toe, which made him appear as immobile and reliable as a mountain.

As Qujiang's big disciple, his temperament is exactly the same as his master's, both warm and peaceful.Even when he said words of reproach, he felt inexplicably convinced.

As soon as the words fell, someone echoed, "Yes, Martial Nephew Qu, you can't talk nonsense, you said that Nephew Chu harmed your parents, what evidence do you have?"

"We are all very sad that Qu Shengren and Sect Master Liu have passed away...but the current Lianjian Sect has to rely on Nephew Chu to make the decision."

"You talk nonsense and disturb the hearts of the people, what kind of heart do you have?!"

It was a few senior elders who were talking, their realm was much higher than Chu Huan, but they were standing behind Chu Huan at this time, which meant that he was the leader.

The rest of the disciples in the hall had different expressions. Some were convinced, while others were doubtful. No one spoke for a while.

On weekdays, Chu Huan and Chen Yi take care of the internal affairs of the sect. Compared with the sect master and saint who are rarely seen, these two have a high prestige among the disciples.Now that Chen Yi is not here, the current situation is completely at Chu Huan's discretion.

Qu Duiyan didn't understand.

I don't understand why Chu Huan became a teacher before he was born, and his parents always regarded him as his own, so why would he do such a thing.Poisoning and plotting, all kinds of insidious means, if father didn't trust him, how could he hide from Yasheng, no matter how exquisite the trap was?

I don't understand that those elders, who were kind and kind yesterday, can lie sternly today.

I don't understand why it turned upside down overnight.

Although she is extremely talented and intelligent, she is still a little girl after all.A little girl who has always been under the wing of her parents.

People's hearts are unpredictable, desires are hard to fill, and the bargaining chip of betrayal is more than kindness, how can she understand these things?

Qu Duiyan clenched the sword in his hand, his knuckles turned white.Full of grief and anger, almost desperate, but she looked straight into Chu Huan's eyes.Looking at the senior brother who was once familiar and now extremely terrifying, he did not take a step back.

"The law of heaven recurs, the sun and the moon are shining, you know what you have done!"

Chu Huan didn't argue any more, just said softly, "But who will believe it?"

No one speaks.

The hall was eerily quiet.

So when the voice sounded, it was very clear, as if the whole Lianjian could hear it.

"I believe. I believe in Senior Sister."

The crowd separated on their own, and Chen Yi approached the gate of the palace.

Wherever it passed, a strong smell of blood scattered.His sleeves were torn, his hair crown was not straight, and he looked like he was in a mess.

But his eyes were clear and firm, it can be seen that the ambushes and assassinations along the way did not weaken his spirit.

At this moment, Qu Duiyan suddenly had the urge to cry.

Chu Huan's face changed slightly. He knew the deployment from Xilu to Lianjian, but Chen Yi came back anyway.

This is a variable.

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Donglu.Boundless snowfield.

There is no cold, heat, spring and autumn here, and it is a pale scene of ice and snow all year round.On the leaden sky, heavy snow fell, which could drown people in an instant.

But today's snow field is particularly dazzling.

A group of men in black robes walked through the wind and snow, their figures were erratic, and they walked more than ten feet in an instant.

The leader suddenly stopped and glanced at Xuefeng not far away.With his realm, he can naturally see the formations and palaces and pavilions above.

Someone silently knelt at his feet,

"Palace Master, shall we go to Tongtian Xuefeng?"

The leader shook his head, "No."

He really likes the throne of the Golden Palace.It was left by the Demon Lord millions of years ago, how could Yu Zhanmei match it?

But he was also really in a hurry.

So much so that there is no time to take care of the longing that is close at hand.

He is going to the Meteor Abyss.Sign a contract with the monster under the abyss first.

If great things can be accomplished, not only the revival of the Demon Palace, but also the world can be achieved at your fingertips.

But he didn't expect that when he crossed the Minjiang River and came to the side of the abyss, there were already people waiting there for a long time.

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"Yu Zhanmei has arrived in the west land."

"Lian Jian split into two factions, the North and the South."

"The two palaces of 'Han Tian' and 'Xishui', upon receiving the news from us, went to Meteor Abyss and died in the abyss."

"Hokulu will have an incident on the third day of next month, and arrangements have been made."

"..."

On the Hengduan Mountain Cliff, the black-robed man who was sitting leaning on the pine tree on the cliff received news from everywhere one after another.Some he would tell Yu Shi, some he would not.

Lian Jianzong Chu Huan's betrayal and Beilu Xianwang's rebellion were behind his back, he was the one who led Yu Zhanmei to the Westland, and he fabricated the monster contract of Meteor Star Abyss.The common people are children, all in the game.

Although there are many things that are not what he expected.

For example, Mr. Zhang did not follow his plan to go to Beilu, nor did he go to Lianjian.

For example, those juniors of Qinglu Sword Sect were more promising than he imagined, and another disciple of Qujiang did not die.

Another example is those two stars.

But these are minutiae.Those who achieve great things do not stick to small details.

Whether it is Demon Lord or True Immortal, it all happened millions of years ago. In this age of stars, it is not their turn to appear.

Sitting on a pine branch and looking at the clouds, he has never felt that the world is so vast and beautiful.

Suddenly I heard Yu Shi asked,

"What are you waiting for?"

Can't help but smile lightly.He didn't wait, he was just enjoying the process of gradually climbing to the top.That's enough for now.

He got up, and the pine branches under his feet remained motionless.

There was no overwhelming demonic aura, only a faint red smoke, which overflowed from the pale to almost transparent fingers, and flew lightly towards the sea of ​​clouds.

Countless sword qi shot out from the middle-aged Taoist's body, breaking through the clouds and mist.

If people walking down the mountain raise their heads, they will have the terrifying illusion that the sky is being torn apart by life.

He struggled to hold on, and was close to running out of fuel, but the moment he saw the black-robed man make a move, his eyes lit up, his chest heaved violently, and he was even more angry than he had just confirmed Yu Shi's bewitching, "Rong Zhuo! You devil!" ! Didn’t die in Xiling Mountain!”

The battle of 'Xiling Mountain' was the only war that broke out a hundred years ago after the Dao Demon War.

At that time, Yu Zhanmei was fledgling, and the goal of eliminating demons was naturally not her, but Rong Zhuo and his Qionggong.Rong Zhuo has already entered the Heavenly Demon Realm, which is equivalent to the sub-sage realm of Taoist practitioners, and wants to unify the Demon Palace and cross the sea to expedition to the other four continents.

In the millions of years since the split of the Demon Palace and the separation of powers, there has only been one character like this, whose cultivation and ambition are enough to threaten the general situation of the world.

So Cang Ya formed an alliance with Qing Lu and Lian Jian to kill Xiling Mountain.Liu Jishuang was traveling down the mountain, so she went too.

After the war, everyone thought Rong Zhuo was dead.Zhou Yuandao was even more heartbroken seeing him with his own eyes.

Qionggong fell into decline and was taken over by Rongzhuo's disciples. It has not been successful for many years.In contrast, the heyday of the Golden Palace is obviously more eye-catching.

As time passed, people only remembered the tragic battle of Xiling Mountain, and gradually forgot why this battle was fought.

But there are always people who will never forget.

When the wisp of smoke that was as thin as a thread floated in front of his eyes, Zhou Yuandao had an illusion at a certain moment, as if he had returned to Xiling Mountain, the corpse mountain and the sea of ​​blood.

Back to when I was still young.

At this time, he has a way to save real energy to deal with it, just like dealing with Yu Shi's sea of ​​clouds formation.Support hard, fight for every minute and every second.Instead of waiting for the other sub-sages to wake up and come to rescue him, but waiting for someone to kill Yu Shi.

But it's different now, since the man in black robe is Rong Zhuo, it may be useless for anyone to come, why not fight?

The middle-aged Taoist raised his right hand slightly and held it empty, like holding a sword.

Thousands of strands of sword energy gathered around him, and the sound of breaking the wind was like screaming blood.

Although his Qinglu Zhenshan sword was damaged, he was still alive and the heart of the sword was still there.

Zhou Yuandao looked solemn, holding an invisible sword in his hand, and slashed at the wisp of scarlet smoke!

The other party just raised his fingertips slightly, but he wanted to treat him like a respected guest.

Because in the light smoke, there is a terrifying supreme coercion, which is almost close to the threshold of a saint.Not only did Rong Zhuo not die, but his realm was even better than before.

Under the edge of the sword, the light smoke dissipated.

A touch of scarlet floats among the sea of ​​clouds.It's like a drop of ink falling into clear water, light and silent, but quickly blurs and expands, dyeing the sky red in an instant.

The corner of Zhou Yuandao's mouth overflowed with blood, and the sea of ​​clouds under his feet turned into waves of blood.

The disciples of Baopuzong only felt that the sky was getting dark, and when they looked up, they saw a glaring red cloud covering the sky.

It is not as magnificent as the sunset, but pure scarlet, as if thick blood is about to drip down.

Those with lower realms could feel the pain in their eyes just by looking at it, and couldn't help but exclaim.

He Lai scolded, "The master is fighting with the demon cultivator on the top of the mountain, why are you making such a fuss?!"

All the disciples responded again and again, and dispersed separately, not daring to ask more questions.

He Lai turned to the young man beside him, with a respectful expression on his face, "Brother, there is a big event on the top of the mountain today, and the elders have explained that you can't go up."

The young man frowned slightly, but did not agree.

He Lai's face froze slightly, but he dared not speak.

Suddenly the wind picked up, and there was a ray of light above the nine heavens, piercing the dazzling red clouds, and falling lightly.Like a candle that shines brightly in the long night, it is eye-catching.

The young man stretched out his hand, and this ray of light fell right between his fingers, like a feather.Flawless.

The next moment, the red cloud was split into layers, and amidst successive exclamations, thousands of feathers fluttered down.

Bao Puzong's nine palaces and eighteen temples are all caged in the flying feathers all over the sky.

The young man finally confirmed the guess in his heart, and set foot on the mountain road, leaving the voices of restraint and persuasion behind him.

Zhou Yuandao stood in the sea of ​​blood, and the sea of ​​consciousness was also infested with blood, and the disgusting thick and fishy smell surrounded him.

His cheeks were sunken and his complexion was pale.

The sword just now was not intended to cut Qingyan.But to draw a sword.

Thousands of sword lights flowed, continuously breaking through the sea of ​​blood, like bright and scorching feathers, falling on the pine branches on the edge of the cliff.

The same sword, which Cheng Tianyu used at the Flower Folding Festival, was already astonishing, so how could it be a ten-thousandth of what it is now?

This is the swordsmanship of Yasheng when he was young.Condensing a lifetime of cultivation and glory.

Hua Ge's flying feathers fell to the sky for nine days, extremely beautiful and extremely chilling.

Faced with the sword, Rong Zhuo's pine branches broke under his feet, and pieces of his airtight black robe were shattered, finally revealing his true colors.

He appeared above the sea of ​​blood with a shaky figure, his black hair dancing wildly, and his red clothes were three points thicker than blood.

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In the early winter, Shiwanda Mountain was already extremely cold, the wind was like a knife, the sky was frosty, and the fallen leaves had accumulated a thick layer.Many beasts returned to their caves, ready to begin their long hibernation.

But the scariest thing is never the beast.

Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan did not stop for a moment along the way, and they had to deal with the endless crises in the mountains. When they walked out of the mountains, they were slightly exhausted.

As far as the eyes can see, the red clouds in the sky are like blood, and the clear light is like feathers.

Eighty miles away from Baopuzong, someone happened to stop in the middle of the road.

Tsing Yi tied up her hair, her expression was indifferent, she didn't know how long she had waited, and the sword in her hand was covered with a little frost.

Such foresight and patience are naturally not welcome.

Over the hill, someone is waiting.It's not a good thing, especially at this moment when every second is about to be raced.

Yin Biyue frowned.