[Thunderbolt] Your sister

During the truce between the two cities, the two brothers, Jilu Kuangyu and Killing Shenshou, who had been in a panic, went out for a briefing. When they returned to the Hall of Eternal Life, they saw the natural enemy He Zhaomuzun having a meeting with the ancestor priest, with a serious face.

"You are back."

The thoughtful face of the ancestor priest looked a little gloomy under the dim light of the Hall of Eternal Life.

Wu Seng felt that the atmosphere was not right, and asked: "Everyone looks solemn, what happened in the hall?"

"The interior of the Palace of Eternal Life is all right, but the blood spider poisonous forest... Indigo Feather Wind Lotus and Blood Breaker broke in together last night."

Kuangen has always been simple-minded and didn't think too much. Hearing this, he only showed a sneering evil smile: "Hearing your dissatisfaction, how many poisonous spiders were abducted?"

Wu Seng turned his head, and easily provoked Kuangxi's temper with one sentence: "Brother, the ancestor priest meant to blame us for leaving the Palace of Longevity suddenly."

"Hmph, my feet are growing on my body, where am I going, do I need her permission?!"

Wu Seng accepted it as soon as he saw it, and stood up and explained to the ancestor priest like Killing God Shou in the past: "There is no war recently, and the elder brother feels bored. I will accompany him back to Tianlei Qiong to relax."

"Oh...is that so?" Priest Ancestor looked at Wu Seng meaningfully: "When you are fighting with integrity, I hope you can put the overall situation first."

"Humph!"

"Indigo Feather Wind Lotus entered the Blood Spider Venom Forest with a bloody machine, did you find any information that was not good for us?" asked the natural enemy to start a new topic to discuss business.

"According to what Mai Mai said, the blood breaker should have calculated the key locations in the poisonous forest, and even the arrangement of the formation."

"..." Zhao Muzun moved his lips and was about to say something, but a shadow flashed in his heart, and he silently swallowed the words he wanted to say.

The ancestor priest continued: "Now there are only two generals Lengquanshao and Lushuichao remaining in the poisonous forest, and our generals are frequently attrition, but the old city is constantly increasing reinforcements, um..."

"Don't talk about being discouraged!" Kuangxi said unexpectedly: "The blood spider poisonous forest is guarded by our brothers. If we can't hold it this time, we will kill or cut it up to you!"

"I'm very pleased that you have this heart. But the Blood Spider Poison Forest is not only the third place of Laiyang, but also the place where my hall venerable protects. Passive defense will not solve the fundamental problem."

"Hmm..." Hearing the meaning behind the words, he asked Natural Enemy and pondered, "Does the ancestor priest want to take advantage of this time to quickly attack the old city?"

"Yes. Although the Conscientious Dragon has grasped the key locations, the terrain in the poisonous forest is complex, and it is impossible to find a way to break through the forest in a short period of time. Therefore, I plan to attack tonight and catch them by surprise."

Asking the natural enemy instinct felt a little uneasy: "Will this be too aggressive?"

"Surprise raid is the way to win."

Priest Ancestor had already expressed his attitude, so he asked the natural enemy if he was inconvenient to refute, and subconsciously looked at Zhao Muzun, hoping that he could have some advice.He believed that with Zhao Muzun's wisdom, he should not fully agree with such a hasty decision.

However, Zhao Muzun remained inexplicably silent all the time, as if he had something on his mind, which seemed a bit strange compared to his previous activity.

"There will inevitably be a fierce battle in the future, everyone should stay in the palace and recharge your batteries."

As the ancestor priest spoke, his eyes slowly moved across the faces of everyone.

……

In the dark night, Killing Godshou hurried on the road, and when the two cities meet and there is no boundary, suddenly a cold murderous aura strikes ahead.

"Hmm... Tian Can cry Mai?"

In doubt, a large group of people walked out from the shadows of the dense forest, and the ancestor priest led the natural enemies Zhao Muzun and Ji Lukuang to surround Wu Seng's retreat and seal him to death.

The ancestor priest said coldly: "After crossing the boundary, you will be in the city of immortality. Ten killing gods, crossing the boundary late at night, are you going to inform the knowledgeable dragon?"

Furious, he gritted his teeth and rushed forward: "Killing God Shou, you really betrayed big brother?!"

Seeing this, Wu Monk knew that his identity had been exposed, but he was calm, put his hands together, and recited the Buddha's name: "If you don't wake up for a hundred years, Wu Monk is obsessed."

"Damn it—!" The pain of being betrayed, the anger of being deceived, the madness made his eyes red with anger, and the dust was flying around him with anger, and finally suppressed the boiling killing intent, and walked away: "Brothers, let's go!" My hands do not want to be stained with your blood!"

Asking the natural enemy sighed in his heart, and solemnly said in the attitude of the leader of the alliance other than Yihuang: "Everyone back away!"

Everyone in the Hall of Eternal Life retreated as they said, and asked the natural enemy who was approaching Wuseng step by step: "Do you regret it when you have come to this point?"

"Killing God Shou has long since died. The survival of the enlightened monk is the karma of repaying Slaughtering God Shou. What regrets? What persistence?"

The seemingly threatening words imply a well-known inquiry and answer.

"Are you still counting on a page to save you?"

"There is no one-page book in the world, and there is no enlightened monk. A page of book is not saved for saving the enlightened monk, but for saving all living beings in the world."

"Where is the page?"

"In my heart, even more in the hearts of those who fear him!"

Asking the natural enemy's eyes darkened, but he laughed wildly: "Hahahaha... tonight I will kill life and karma, and you will be happy!"

There is no way out before and after, Wu Seng fights with great power and majestic momentum, everyone in the room is amazed, and when asked the natural enemy, they also praised it as "not bad".

The fierce battle is in full swing, and a bright red figure rushes forward carrying the flames of karma. The crying sackcloth responds quickly, and immediately retreats from the battle encirclement, blocking the way for those who come. The hoarse voice is full of murderous intent: "... It is difficult to save people a second time."

The rescue was blocked, and Wu Seng fell into a hard fight. King Kong Ding was unable to defeat Ye Wu's move. The moment his palms were handed over, he exchanged a difficult look with Wen Natural Enemy.

From an angle that was difficult for everyone to notice, a look of pain flashed in the eyes of the natural enemy!

"Tianguan Shuanglian. The sky falls into the setting sun!"

Unprepared for the double refining of ice and fire, monk Wu stopped his staggering steps and closed his eyes to receive the attack, blood scattered everywhere!

"For the sake of the alliance, leave your whole body!"

Monk Wu sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, with a joyful expression on his face, and left his last words: "May with this merit, those who dedicate themselves to evil will have the opportunity to be reborn."

"A rebel should have his body shredded into thousands of pieces, Gu Nian Kuangen, let him expose his body to the wilderness!"

The ancestor priest turned away and left, Zhao Muzun took a thoughtful look at Wu Monk's corpse, and then left; Wen Tianenemy clenched his fist quietly, and left together.

After receiving the signal, the weeping linen who was confronting Yehuo Honglian turned back, cut off the monk Tianling with a sharp knife, cut off the skull, and looked at Honglian with no emotion: "The person is dead, should we continue? "

There is no room for redemption, and there is no need to fight again, Honglian leaves with Wuseng's body.

After returning to the Hall of Eternal Life, Kuangen drank alone, was as drunk as mud, and laughed wildly like weeping.

Zhao Muzun seemed to have a feeling: "Kuangen, please mourn."

"Uh...hahaha, the person who betrayed me is dead, what is there to be sad about!" Kuangen broke the wine glass and staggered back to his room.

He kept silent and asked the natural enemy, "Priest Ancestor, what are your plans next?"

"With the loss of Jia Zifang and Wu Seng, the strength of the Hall of Eternal Life has been weakened a lot, so we can only temporarily cease fighting."

"But it is hard to guarantee that the old city will not take advantage of the opportunity to enter."

"After repeated battles, the old city needs time to recuperate and integrate. The matter has come to this point, the Conscientious Dragon will not be so unwise, and we don't need to be impatient."

"I understand."

Watching the ancestor priest leave, Zhao Muzun also started to leave.

A little bit puzzled by Zhao Muzun's recent behavior, he asked the natural enemy, "Huh? Zhao Muzun, where are you going?"

"Walking around."

Zhao Muzun didn't want to talk too much, and walked into the winding path expressionlessly, seemingly aimlessly, and gradually lost his figure.

The Hall of Eternal Life is full of eyeliner of ancestor priests.

Zhao Muzun walked slowly along the route Priest Fangcaizu left, and stood under a huge tree.

The strange and luxuriant branches and leaves overlapped one after another. With the help of the dark tree shadow, Taoist profound energy slowly flowed out of the palm of the hand, the wrist was turned, and the two golden seeking beads were forcibly led out of the hiding place.

He is no stranger to looking for pearls.When I was with Saloman in the past, I have seen its usage, and I know how to operate and destroy it, so I can easily intercept the Xunling Pearl that Saloman sent the mantle to report to Yin Qiujun that day.

The ancestral priest and Saloman are both grandparents and grandchildren, and some methods are quite similar. For example, they are both accustomed to using seeking beads for monitoring and sending messages.

These two Xunlingzhu should be the eyeliner laid by the ancestor priest to monitor him.

Regarding this, the previous Zhao Muzun had no objection, and only regarded it as a layer of guarantee for the cooperative relationship.

But at this moment, his eyes were somewhat gloomy, and he drew two seeking beads in his palm, temporarily sealing their effectiveness, and then took a light step, and continued to follow the ancestor priest.

The strong fishy smell is getting closer and closer, irritating the nose, Zhao Muzun did not dare to get too close, the power converged on the forehead, the white hair between the brows opened the channel and the eyes were able to see, but he didn't notice the ghost needle in the thick shadow not far away. The old man smiled slyly, and silently shot several silver needles in his hand towards the two surveillance points, which actually opened half a door of convenience for Zhao Muzun's prying eyes.

The bloody pool, the most secret place in the Palace of Eternal Life, is eerie and terrifying. In the scarlet pool, a human body that has just taken shape floats and sinks, exuding strange evil energy.

The weeping sackcloth offered the recovered monk's skull, and the ancestor priest appraised it with satisfaction, and said: "The Ten Slaughtering Gods have a superior Vajra Dome, and its skull is a rare treasure in a hundred years! Hehehe...ha Ha ha……"

With a wave of the bone crusade, the mysterious spell of the Hall of Eternal Life was activated, and the evil light suddenly shrouded it, and the skull gradually joined with the human body in the blood pool and merged into one.

"It's a pity that we lost Jia Zifang..." After all this was done, the ancestor priest sighed with half regret and half pride: "This is the most perfect weapon in the Hall of Eternal Life."

Zhao Muzun suddenly opened his eyes, the gloomy light in them was terrifying.

After standing still for a few breaths, he turned around and left as quietly as when he came, with no expression on his face, as if all his emotions had sunk into the abyss.

Facing the empty small courtyard of the farmhouse, Feng Qianxue felt a gust of cold air rushing along her back.

... Yin Qiujun is gone.

Perhaps Yin Qiujun's behavior has been very peaceful recently, or perhaps she has neglected important facts.As one of the four wonders of Xuanzong, he once communicated with his fellow practitioners to cooperate in combat, so how could he be trapped by Xuanzong's thaumaturgy for a long time.Even if the injury has not fully recovered, a period of recuperation is enough for him to break the blockade and unlock the body.

She suddenly felt very difficult.

It was because she was not sure about Yin Qiujun's thoughts about Xuanzong and his future plans that she tried every means to hold him back. Recently, she was so busy that she was taken advantage of, and now that people are running away without a trace, it is inevitable that she is nervous.

Yin Qiujun is different from Zhao Muzun, he is eccentric and full of ideas, if he continues to stand against Xuanzong, everything he has done will come to naught; besides, Feng Qianxue is still secretly thinking about persuading him to think about it. There is a way to bring Zhao Muzun back—even if the two of them kept quiet about it during this time.

Now that Zhao Muzun is wholeheartedly serving as an accomplice to the Palace of Eternal Life, if no one comes to help him, he will really be in the dark all the way.

Feng Qianxue can risk her identity being exposed to save Yin Qiujun, she can refer to the thick-skinned example of Jianzi Xianji dragging the dragon's head into the water with Yin Qiujun, playing rogue and doing small tricks, and even squeezing Yin Qiujun's brain power to help herself analyze the problem , but for Zhao Muzun...she really has nothing to do.

Zhao Muzun hated Xianshou so much, Zhe Shanjun and Mo Chenyin couldn't leave Qinggeng Lengfeng, and she didn't have much friendship with Zhao Muzun, far from knowing each other, she could only count on Yin Qiujun.

Now that Yin Qiujun ran like this...

When Zhu Wencangri was passing by outside the bamboo fence, shaking a fan with his left hand and carrying wine with his right hand, he saw Feng Qianxue's worried expression on his face, and couldn't help thinking about it for a moment.

No wonder there are rumors in the world that Yuren Feixie has a very melancholy and depressing personality. Looking at the way his sister is frowning and thinking about her thoughts, one can roughly imagine what the Demon Surveying Knife should be like on weekdays.

"Cough...Miss Feng, what kind of problem are you encountering? Do you need help?"

Feng Qianxue looked at him coldly after hearing the words: "Are you still here?"

"The soul body is not yet stable, so of course I have to stay here and slowly recover. Does it mean that I am so disliked by others? Are you so disapproving of my friendly signal? Go out and rely on friends. If you have any troubles, please tell me and help me." You refer to it."

Feng Qianxue pursed her lips.Why did she feel that Zhu Wencangri was faintly exuding the signal of a second-hander?

Although she had no hope, she still asked, "Have you seen the people living in this yard?"

"You mean the man in blue?" Zhu Wencangri recalled the man in blue who occasionally went out to bask in the sun and seemed familiar: "Speaking of... I haven't seen it for a few days. What, he's not here?"

"Hmm..." Feng Qianxue pondered, it seems that Yin Qiujun has been away for a few days, where will he go?

She was racking her brains to speculate on Yin Qiujun's whereabouts, when Zhu Wencangri's gossiping tone sounded in her ears: "Miss Feng, I've actually been curious about the relationship between you and the man in blue... You are, cough, Jinwuzang Jiao?"

Immediately, Feng Qianxue rolled her eyes viciously: "You are the only one in the golden house, and your whole family is the golden house!"

"Ha, it's just a joke, don't be so fierce."

"Are you joking like that, running the train with your mouth full!" Feng Qianxue didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore, she put her sword on her back and turned to leave, ready to go to Huawaitian to have a look.

The more Zhu Wencang thought about it, the more he felt that the man in blue was inexplicably familiar, and he called out behind her: "Speaking seriously, who is he?"

Was it because she was concerned about the powerful and suspicious devilish energy hidden in Zhu Wencangri's body, Feng Qianxue paused, and answered decisively: "My second uncle!"

"..."

Zhao Muzun walked in the forest with a sullen face.Going forward is Huawaitian.

Before leaving the Hall of Eternal Life, he asked the natural enemy and reminded him that without the protection of incomprehension, the Liuji Sky Bridge might not be safe, but he was not in the mood to think about these issues.

He just wants to be alone now.

Cooperation.

Since Liuji Tianqiao entered the world, this word has been repeatedly mentioned by himself.

Cooperate with the Demon Realm, cooperate with Ye Rebirth, cooperate with Yin Qiujun, cooperate with the Palace of Eternal Life...

There is nothing to say about the first two, the exchange of interests is simple and clear.

When it became an exchange of interests with Yin Qiujun, it may be hard to say, but I still remember that in the end, the sword and the sword fell apart in a daze, and I don't want to think about it.

Or, it was actually the most peaceful moment for him since entering the Hall of Eternal Life.

There are common goals and strong alliances.

There is no way to retreat, but there is no distraction.

Now I know that I am nothing more than a piece of fat in the eyes of others, and I am just storing food.In life, before and after death, the ending after death is roughly the same as that of the Wu monk, throwing the corpse into the pool of blood, exhausting the last bit of use value, in order to achieve the long-awaited killing weapon that the Palace of Longevity has planned for a long time.

Do you hate it?

Can't tell.

At this point in the situation, the feeling lingering in my heart is actually numbness and emptiness.

Looking back on some past events that I didn't want to mention before, I found that Zhao Muzun during these days is not dissimilar to Jin Liuying who was a teenager in the past.

All so focused.

But things are different.

Zhao Muzun walked slowly, surrounded by a piece of spring | birds singing and flowers scenting, and the only feeling he could find in his heart was probably only hatred for Cang.

There was a sound of wind and thunder in the sky. Looking up, he saw that the hanging bridge broke through the clouds, so he habitually stopped and stood where he was.

A gray figure was running fast, but stopped abruptly not far from him, and then cast a guarded look.

Leng Wushuang subconsciously held down his saber, ready to fight at any time, but Zhao Muzun seemed to have no intention of fighting.The atmosphere of stalemate, confrontation, and silence seemed extremely strange.

Leng Wushuang felt uncomfortable, wanted to say something, but felt that she had nothing to say.

For a long time, Zhao Muzun stared at the tumbling clouds, and asked without thinking: "Has Yin Qiujun returned to the suspension bridge?"

Leng Wushuang was taken aback.

Yin Qiujun would be fine if he was on the hanging bridge... Unfortunately, there is not even a ghost on the hanging bridge.

But she didn't expect that Zhao Muzun would take the initiative to ask, with a calm and casual tone as if the neighbor next door was asking "Is your dad home?"

If she hadn't understood Yin Qiujun's personality, she might have thought that the two cheap seniors had reconciled as before.

After thinking about it, she cautiously responded with vigilance and temptation: "Whether he returns or not, what does it have to do with you today?"

There was a three-point thorn in the words, which was quite Yin Qiujun's style. Unexpectedly, Zhao Muzun glanced at her indifferently, stared at her thoughtfully, and then spoke suddenly with an affirmative sentence that almost choked her to death: "Your cloud Extreme swordsmanship was not taught by Yin Qiujun."

The corners of Leng Wushuang's eyes twitched.

I said that you are here to observe and analyze whether the fellow practitioner and accomplice who was almost stabbed to death by you is my master... What kind of mentality is it?Dare to be more heartless!

Holding back his refrain from complaining, he looked into Zhao Muzun's eyes, but was suddenly taken aback.

Zhao Muzun's state is very strange.

It doesn't look like there is any conspiracy... On the contrary, it looks like... in a daze, distracted.

It is not as stable as when it was the head of the public court in the past, and it is also far from the image of foreign employees who are model workers in the Hall of Eternal Life.

What's the matter with him?

The eerie silence continued.

Zhao Muzun pondered alone, as if she didn't exist, and said: "It wasn't taught by Yin Qiujun, it was Mo Chenyin...or Zheshan Army?"

Hearing these two names came out of his mouth, Leng Wushuang couldn't hold back: "So you still remember them? What do you think now?"

Zhao Muzun glanced at her silently, then turned around and walked towards the entrance of the bridge.

Bewildered by his paradoxical words and deeds, Leng Wushuang finally yelled behind him, "Are you really going to die for the Palace of Eternal Life? Do you hate Xuanzong so much?"

"……so what?"

Zhao Muzun looked back at her.

There was no expression in his dark eyes.

Leng Wushuang was finally startled.

Why did she feel that Zhao Muzun seemed to be empty at this moment?

Slightly loosening the hilt of the sword, she gritted her teeth and pondered for a moment, then made up her mind and said, "The Palace of Eternal Life may not have good intentions towards you, so why do you need to make wedding dresses for others?"

"..." Zhao Muzun remained silent.

Seeing his reaction like this, Leng Wushuang had an intuition that he might know something, dimly felt that the opportunity he was waiting for was approaching, so he cautiously probed: "You hate Xianshou, but Xianshou may not have the intention to kill you. Just Can't you stop?"

A cold light flashed in Zhao Muzun's eyes, he turned his head and walked away, with a little emotional fluctuation in his tone: "The last thing I need is the fake kindness at the head of the six strings, pretending to be noble."

... The first string is not pretending to be noble, hey.

It's obviously really high...

In the sea of ​​golden clouds, the Liuji overpass slowly appeared. Seeing that this strange encounter was about to end without thinking, Leng Wushuang added the last sentence with a feeling of not saying anything: "If you don't want to turn back, you can't change one." Do you want to go? No matter how bad it is, there will always be one or two people who worry about it, think about it, Uncle Jin."

Zhao Muzun stepped onto the bridge, curling the corners of his lips mockingly.

A yellow-haired girl also taught him a lesson.

Whether it is caring or fetters, it is meaningless.

But no matter Jin Liuying or Zhao Muzun, they still have a good habit.

There is a beginning and an end.

Good and evil, right and wrong, black and white...now they are like a feather to him.The past cannot be remonstrated, and the overturned water is hard to recover, and it will be nothing but a passing cloud in the near future.

He just needs to appease the unwillingness that has been tormented for many years.

Huanyu Qicang put the slightly illegible Feishu into the incense burner.

The elegant incense is accompanied by the burning air, and the plain paper gradually curls and turns black, turning into ashes.

"Feng Qianxue asked me to help find the whereabouts of the owner of Duanji Hanging Bridge."

The man in blue on the opposite side didn't respond when he heard the words, he just put down the purple sand teacup gently.

"It seems that she is not completely at ease with the Master of the Hanging Bridge, and she is so nervous and worried." Huanyu Qizang added some boiling spring water to the purple sand teapot: "If you don't tell me in advance, she will be caught blind."

"Even if she knew, what did she do?"

"Does your Excellency really think what Xue Duanji said is true?"

"Lonely Que, Mu Shaoai, Lord of the Remnant Forest, Bo Hanbo, Duanyan Xifeng... and you and me, sitting here is the most powerful proof."

"The dragon of misfortune is born, and it is unstoppable. I am surprised that your excellency, who was born in Xuanzong, would do such a reluctant thing."

"The destiny is also in the heart. I never blindly follow Xuan Miaomiao without knowing the so-called will of God. In terms of your series of actions, isn't it also reluctant?"

"Ha," Huanyu Qizang held up his feather fan, and the color of evaluation in his eyes faded a little: "As expected of Liu Piaoxu. Yin Qiujun."

"The same thing, give it back to Military Division Yiliu."

"Has the bridge owner heard about the recent events that have attracted much attention?"

"The plan to create the sky... a clever name, who knows if there is another Prajna Sea Brothers Alliance."

"Judging from the current situation, the sky-building plan is by no means monolithic. Otherwise, there will be no situation where the blue river floats, let alone the ancestors of the sect who will not let go and press on."

"People have relatives, and things have priorities. Zigong Taiyi has visited Xinxin to build a love nest, and it will be sooner or later for Mo Zhaonu to enter the world. There are people on the stage who are running around and making troubles, and it is also convenient to act off the stage."

"The bridge master has a target?"

"You have your way, of course I have my way."

"I heard that one of the former members of the Heaven-Building Project was imprisoned in the Famen. Although the March Havoc was a headless case, the Famen achieved this level many years ago. Yin Moxiao's ability can be seen."

"I've been imprisoned for so many years and I haven't revealed anything. This shows how stubborn this person is. Hmm... It's worth wondering."

"You don't plan to let Feng Qianxue participate?"

"It's useless to pull her before the time."

"So in the battle between the two cities, the bridge is mainly left to its own devices?"

"Even if the bloody battle between the two cities pierces the sky, it will be difficult to prevent the birth of a dragon, so it is better to save energy."

"Then, I look forward to cooperating with the bridge master."

"To each other." Yin Qiujun shook his feather fan and sighed meaningfully: "Ha... Feng Qianxue, you are really a big face."

"I still need the divination ability of Blood Breaker, I'm afraid I can't let him leave with the bridge owner."

"His great use will be in the future, so it doesn't matter if he stays."

Yin Qiujun stood up after saying that.

"The bridge master is in action?"

"Time to move too. Please."

"Please."

... In that room, Feng Qianxue couldn't find Yin Qiujun and went to report to Xianshou dejectedly;