So What If You've Been Reborn?

Shangyuan night, the day of the Lantern Festival.

Even in the mansions in the suburbs of Beijing, all kinds of lanterns were hung up one after another, making it extremely festive.

In the mansion belonging to the national teacher, it was pitch black, the smell of blood was lingering, and the oppressive atmosphere of Xiao Sha made the birds with gorgeous wings kept in the big golden cage hanging under the gallery silent like cicadas.

They are not ordinary birds, but demon cultivators.

It was a gift captured by the monks and offered to the number one master of magic.

Except that they have no freedom, they don't worry about the panacea, and they don't worry about cultivation. Many birds are about to reach the golden elixir stage.

The demon cultivator is most sensitive to flesh and blood. A handsome Haidongqing stuck its head out from the gap in the golden cage. After careful identification, it twisted its head and let out a low cry.

"The Venerable Sky Splitter wants to kill the teacher?"

Next door to Haidongqing is a mountain pheasant that has refined the crossbone in its throat. Its small eyes are almost shining: "I recognize the guy who killed just now! He is the apprentice of Venerable Huanjian!"

The birds were terrified, their feathers stood up, and a peacock almost opened its tail.

Those who could speak began to mutter, while those who could not speak twittered.

There was a scream in the wind, and all the birds shut up again, not daring to make a sound.

More than a dozen demon cultivators in the transformation stage stood silently on the houses and treetops, and the demon cultivators in the entire mansion, regardless of their realm, were bound hand and foot and taken to a side hall.

The candles were burning, and it was dark outside, with no light at all.

The low-level demon cultivators who acted as servants in the mansion were terrified, and their eyelids twitched every time they heard the slight howling sound from outside.Sometimes the sound seems to come from the walls or from the ground.

The magic cultivators who can live in this mansion are all promising rising stars of the magic way. They vaguely know that there are secret passages in the mansion to get in and out, and those are the truly trustworthy subordinates of Venerable Huanjian.

Is it a mutiny?

The insignificant people were tied up and thrown here, and the magician who was hiding underground in charge of surveillance and intelligence was slaughtered?Demon cultivators of the Transformation God Stage who did not participate in the daily hustle and bustle of the capital at all showed up together, and Venerable Huanjian was in retreat...

Everyone took a deep breath.

Still apprehensive, I suddenly heard someone among them panting heavily, struggling on the ground.

The monk who shared the room with this person called his name nervously, with a nervous expression on his face.

——These ropes, which are twisted for the sky, are constantly struggling, but if they really struggle desperately, they can completely twist and stand up again before crawling on the ground.

It is not difficult to escape from the side hall, the problem is that someone is watching them in the dark.

"Boom."

The first monk to climb out fell on the steps, and the night was accompanied by thick fog, wandering like a ghost.

Some people struggled to climb out one after another, their eyes were straightened and their expressions were distorted. No matter who shouted or stopped them, they turned a deaf ear. They rolled out of the side hall in a rather ugly way, and fell down silently in the dense fog one by one.

"Crazy, all crazy..." The remaining monks were dumbfounded, completely unable to understand why these people were going to die.

On the branch of a plum tree outside the side hall, the magic cultivator of the transformation stage with a blue-faced fangs ghost mask stood quietly. He had already killed 16 people, and the smell of blood spread in the fog.He didn't know what happened. The order given to him by Venerable Huanjian was to kill anyone who left the side hall without permission.

The same situation also happened in the underground tunnel.

It's just that it's more tragic here. The cultivators responsible for secretly delivering the news were almost half infiltrated by Ji Hong.

Venerable Huanjian sat alone in the water pavilion in the backyard without any light, his expression was so cold that a layer of frost could be scraped off.

Delicately depicted and well-maintained shadow puppets are piled on the low table next to them.

The mist floated into the house, the curtains dragged the floor, the black robe was spread on the smooth and neat wooden floor, and the pale and slender fingers protruding from the sleeves.

"Master."

The arrival of Venerable Sky Splitter broke the deathly silence.

He stood outside the pavilion through the blue curtain and reported: "There is no movement outside the mansion, and there is no special movement in the capital. Ji Hong may really have no foreign aid, and no one ordered him."

Venerable Huanjian remained silent.

This is the second day after Ji Hong was captured.

After talking with Shi Feng in the theater yesterday, they immediately returned to the mansion, knocked out Ji Hong secretly, and dragged him to the deepest secret room of the prison to lock him up.

Which Demon Lord doesn't have a dungeon?It can be vacant, but there must be a cell that can hold Mahayana monks!Otherwise, if you need it urgently, where can you find it?

Is it still a Demon Lord without this?

Can Ji Hong, a monk in the foundation building period, escape from the prison?No, when he woke up, he could only see four walls, and he didn't even know what happened.

He must have been shocked and angry. He didn't know how he was attacked and who the perpetrator was.

People controlled by Daxue Mountain's sound obfuscation technique, at a low level, will lose consciousness when they hear the sound, and at a serious level, even their souls have been branded and become slaves of the controller.No matter how far apart, they will be summoned.

All the people in the mansion were gathered together. At night, Ji Hong was probably already awake. If he was locked in the prison, if he wanted to find out what this place was, he would definitely drive his servants to approach him.

"Dabaoguo Temple and Baishan Academy..."

"We don't care about the people there. If they dare to break in, they will be killed without mercy." Venerable Huanjian's eyes were cold.

The two were silent for a while, quietly listening to the faint screams in the dark night.

Every sound symbolizes that someone died.

Those were the subordinates of Venerable Huanjian. The young monks of the Demon Dao who might be promoted to the Nascent Soul Stage and Transformation Stage in the future were beheaded mercilessly because of the order of Venerable Huanjian.

"Master, don't think about it. They have already—" Venerable Li Tian tried to persuade him, but found that he was not the material.

"They have no way out." Venerable Huanjian answered indifferently.

The cultivator deeply controlled by the Great Snow Mountain's sound obfuscation technique is not a person, but a puppet.

Once Ji Hong died, their minds and minds would also become abnormal, and they would die insane. Those who were slightly controlled could hardly make progress in their cultivation, and had frequent appearances of inner demons and illusions.

Ji Hong almost destroyed hundreds of low-level demon cultivators under Huanjian Venerable, more than they had expected.

This kind of loss, no matter which Demon Venerable, couldn't help being furious.

"Crack the sky..."

"Master?"

Venerable Huanjian always turned his back to the outside of the pavilion, which made Lietian only see one back.

After a long while, Venerable Huanjian sighed: "Ji Hong, who has not yet reached his thirties, tried his best to lurk under my command for only ten years. First, he came to this mansion and quietly controlled everything he could touch. people, densely laying a big net, and given time, until the formation of alchemy is successful, even if I confiscate him as a disciple, as his step by step expands and improves his cultivation level--the Nascent Soul Stage, the Transformation Stage, today I commanded Everyone has the potential to become his puppet."

"Master, you are thinking too much." Venerable Lietian didn't even frown, "He never shows his flaws and doesn't arouse people's doubts. How can he have such abilities?"

"Who will pay attention to a low-level monk?"

"Uh?"

"When he reaches the Nascent Soul stage and barely enters our eyes, imagine how powerful he will be?" Venerable Huanjian snorted coldly.

Bad habits in the realm of comprehension, the circle of high-level monks, people below the Nascent Soul stage can't touch them at all.Similarly, high-ranking monks are dismissive of what happens around others.

Venerable Huanjian slapped the table: "Including you!"

Venerable Sky Splitter trembled along with the tabletop.

Sure enough, Huanjian's next sentence was——

"You're too stupid. Ji Hong can deceive you with just a few words at the Foundation Establishment Stage. For a long time, you have appreciated him a lot and given him your trust. When Ji Hong reaches the God Transformation Stage or even the Mahayana Stage, you will be his next puppet!"

Venerable Lie Tian rubbed his nose and retorted weakly: "It didn't happen."

Let me flatter you, by the way.

"Master's eyes are like a torch! Ji Hong's villainous heart, isn't it exposed?"

When the atmosphere is not right, he always calls Master, at least it sounds serious.

Venerable Huanjian said angrily: "The matter is not over yet! Ji Hong's ability to predict the prophet is considered his talent, and the Daxue Mountain Confusion Technique is not a natural ability!"

"I'm going to torture him right now!" Venerable Lie Tian wanted to leave.

"Get back!" Venerable Huanjian was full of black air, and sternly said, "You are not allowed to go anywhere, sit down for me!"

"..."

"With your little eyes, can you be Ji Hong's opponent?"

Hearing this reprimand, Venerable Lietian wished to tear all the bones of the culprit apart. Given the status quo, he could only honestly discuss the situation with his master: "Those guys from Daxueshan Qiankunguan, although despicable, but they Things are more important than anything else. This spell of obfuscation is not the basic skill that was taken away by the Beixuan School. In the view, there are very few people who can learn this excellent enchantment."

"That's right, I still have some brains, so I didn't leak all the light."

"..." This compliment is better than nothing!

Through the hanging curtain, Venerable Lietian vaguely saw that his master had taken something round and stuffed it into his mouth, and he immediately felt a little more relaxed.

——I was still in the mood to eat, and obviously my anger subsided a little.

Venerable Huanjian said slowly: "Ji Hong has too many secrets. We locked him up. On the one hand, we wanted to ask him about the secrets of the prophet, and on the other hand, we wanted to know what would happen in 200 years."

"If I want to trick him into speaking out, I'm afraid..." Venerable Lie Tian was in a dilemma.

"He is already in the palm of your hand, the chopping board fish, let me live or die, why bother to cheat?"

Glancing at his apprentice with contempt, Venerable Huanjian sneered and said, "Bring the gourd heart-piercing Gu that Miaojiang Gu King sent as his teacher in my treasury. A mere foundation-building demon cultivator can withstand this kind of torture." ?”

Venerable Sky Splitter's eyes lit up.

Venerable Huanjian frowned and continued to instruct: "Don't relax to the outside, lest Ji Hong set up his back, or there is really some mastermind behind the scenes. Li Tian, ​​do you know what to do?"

"Strictly investigate the capital?"

"Humph!"

Venerable Huanjian suddenly turned around, and the curtain rose without wind, revealing his completely different face.

"...Master, Master, why are you eating Zhuyan Pill?"

The venerable Huanjian is 400 years old. He has practiced swords in the South China Sea for 300 years. It is said that he has traveled around the world for several years.

Few people have seen the true face of Venerable Huanjian.

After a monk turns [-] years old, his appearance begins to age. Without Zhuyan Pill, he cannot maintain his youthful appearance.

"Who is your master, I am Xiang Wanchun."

"Xiang, heck, it's just..."

"On the [-]th night of the first lunar month, the rebels who joined forces with the Venerable Demonic Dao Crack the Sky and killed Xiang Wanchun who killed the Venerable Huanjian." Someone had threatening eyes.

"..."

I knew that Master never mentioned his name, and he didn't show his true face before the age of [-], so he was holding back!There is a conspiracy!

It's time to play!