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With just one glance, Du Zhilan felt that his three spirits were all separated from his body in an instant.

The uproar, apprehension, and joy filled his heart at the same time, and he couldn't react for a moment.

Seeing him standing there in a daze, Jian Qing was slightly surprised: "What's the matter with you? But... don't you like it?" Speaking of the last three words, her voice sank a little.

"No!" Du Zhilan only felt that he had something to say, but after holding it back for a long time, he could only choke out these two words.

Jian Qing nodded and didn't care.

He caught a glimpse of a few grasses on the opponent's hair, so he reached out to brush them off for him, but Du Zhilan took a step back nervously, leaving Jianqing's sleeves in the air in embarrassment.

"...Jianqing, I'm not..." Du Zhilan wanted to beat himself to death, what's the matter with this strange conditioned reflex?

"Forget it. Now that you've rested, let's move on, this illusion is full of weirdness." Jian Qing calmly withdrew his hand, shook his head, turned around and ignored him.

"Jianqing wait for me, that, listen to my explanation." Du Zhilan grimaced, and quickly followed the other party.

But when the back figure really stopped and turned his face to look at him, Du Zhilan felt extremely nervous again, his heart was beating wildly, his palms were sweating, he stuttered and couldn't speak.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Jian Qing asked helplessly, "Why are you blushing like this? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Uh, it's not...you read it wrong." Du Zhilan touched his cheek, his eyes fluttered around in guilt, but he just didn't look at the other person's eyes.

Jian Qing said softly: "Then let's go."

Du Zhilan followed silently with his head down. He was thinking about his strange symptoms. Could it be... bewitched?

After a while, he didn't think about it, but when he looked up, he found that Jian Qing was walking farther and farther, so he quickly trotted to catch up.

"Jianqing, what about that plum tree? Just stay here?"

"Well... the rules here are different from those of the outside world. If you leave the illusion, you may die immediately."

"But, won't you be invisible after that?"

Jian Qing walked slowly, and said in a warm voice: "As long as you know that it will always bloom here, what does it matter if you can't see it?"

Du Zhilan was silent for a moment, then turned his head and took a deep look at the blooming plum tree, and said silently: "...but I just want it to bloom by my side forever."

The voice was as thin as a mosquito's, Jian Qing didn't hear it.

Feeling unacceptable, going deeper.

The figures of the two gradually drifted away in the vast and endless field, only the plum blossom tree was still blooming brilliantly, and its aura was rising.

"Finally came out, my son's leg is almost broken!" Du Zhilan sat down on a big rock by the roadside, fanned the wind with his sleeves constantly, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and he was weak when speaking.

"...don't be too happy." Jian Qing mercilessly poured cold water on his head, raised his chin at the towering city not far away, "Look at that city."

Du Zhilan took a few breaths, turned his head to look, and almost jumped up in shock: "Zangfeng City?! What's going on... Why did we walk back again?"

"Go ahead and have a look." Jian Qing frowned and walked ahead first.

Everything is so familiar.

The bustling streets, bustling crowds, and lively shouts are all clearly audible and within reach.

With the bluestone slabs under his feet and the scorching sun ahead, Du Zhilan led Jian Qing to scurry around the familiar streets and alleys.

If it wasn't for a big living person following behind him, he would have thought that these days were just a big dream. After waking up, he was still the young master of Cangfeng City and the young master of the Du family.

"Do you miss it?"

They finally stopped in front of a majestic mansion. Jian Qing stood beside him, looking at the words "City Lord's Mansion" on the plaque, and asked softly.

"...Well." Du Zhilan smiled wryly, "No matter how bad this place is, after all, it's my home."

"Do you want to go in and have a look?" Jian Qing looked around, especially carefully looking at a yellow talisman hanging crookedly on the plaque of the Du Mansion for a while.

"Alright." Du Zhilan raised his eyebrows and sneered, "I'd like to see if those dog slaves still know me as the young master."

After finishing speaking, he lifted the hem of his clothes and walked towards the mansion arrogantly.

Jian Qing originally wanted to follow him, but when he was about to enter the gate, he always felt an unusual wave coming from another direction. He wanted to call Du Zhilan to stop him, but the other party disappeared in a blink of an eye.

In late winter and early spring, the cold is even heavier.

A thick layer of frost formed on the grass in the courtyard of the mansion, and the cold wind was blowing. The servants huddled their necks with their sleeves wrapped, and walked in a hurry.

From the moment Du Zhilan appeared, the Du mansion exploded in an instant!

The guards at the door were stunned as if they had seen a ghost, their facial features were all distorted in horror, and they ran towards the mansion screaming.

Du Zhilan was still in that apricot-colored brocade robe, which looked very thin. Maybe it was the anger and anger in his heart that overwhelmed the severe winter cold, but he didn't feel the cold. .

"Elder...Eldest Young Master? You—" The old butler came out of the back room slightly trembling, with a terrified expression, and guards with knives and guns kept running out from behind him, looking at each other in a very strange manner.

"Hey, what's the matter, my young master finally returned to the mansion, why don't you slaves kneel down to welcome me? Could it be that you don't know the rules after I've been away for a while?"

Du Zhilan snorted heavily from the end of his nose, squinted his eyes, and looked down coldly at a group of pale-faced guards in front of him.

He still remembered a few familiar faces among them, the ones who scolded the most, ran the fastest, and injured him severely that day outside the ruined temple.

"Are you... are you a human or a ghost?!" The old housekeeper trembled, "Young master, this old slave knows that you died unjustly, and we will definitely capture that beast to avenge you. You, hurry up and reincarnate !"

Du Zhilan was furious: "You old bastard, I have treated you well, yet you actually cursed me to be reincarnated? Come on, give him a good spanking!"

Unexpectedly, none of the usually obedient guards dared to move, they only looked at him vigilantly, and even pointed their weapons at him faintly, fearing that if there was a slight flaw, they would rush forward and hack him to death.

"You——!" Du Zhilan's eyes twitched heavily, and he gritted his teeth to suppress his anger, "Why do you say that I'm dead? Where's my father? Where's Du Zhiteng? Tell them to come out!"

The old housekeeper hid behind a group of tall and burly guards, and said with a bitter face: "Young master, please rest in peace. The second young master personally brought back your body and built a mourning hall to save you. Don't linger here Nostalgic for the world, go to reincarnation early."

"The mourning hall?!"

Du Zhilan was so angry that the veins in his temples were throbbing. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He said silently in his heart, this is just an illusion, it must be an illusion. I am clearly alive and well, where did the corpse come from?

When he opened his eyes again, there seemed to be a strange red light flashing from his black pupils, everyone was startled and their fear deepened.

Du Zhilan didn't notice this at all, and said impatiently: "Where is that bastard Du Zhiteng? Ask him to come out to see me, hmph, I'm not dead yet, so remember to send me to my funeral! The seat of the young city lord, if you want to break your head It's not his turn!"

"Second Young Master...he's not at the house." A guard boldly said.

"Shaoyan Laozi!" Du Zhilan walked towards the inner courtyard without saying a word.

"Eldest, young master! You can't go there! Quick, come and stop me."

Du Zhilan rushed in quickly with a sullen face.

Those heavy-backed guards fell to the ground one by one after being lightly pushed by him. It was unbelievable in the past, but now Du Zhilan didn't pay attention to these details at all.

His attention has been attracted by the big word mourning hall in front of him.

When he pushed the door open and saw the two tall wooden stakes and the things tied to them, Du Zhilan's mind almost exploded with a "bang"!

——On one of the stakes was a dead body that was exactly the same as his own, and the other one was actually his mother's spirit card!

There were a few Taoist-looking guys who were muttering something, cinnabar pens drew ghostly symbols on the yellow talisman paper, and some even lit firewood under the wooden stake, which was covered with weird spells. What kind of "overthrow" is clearly a curse!

They heard the sound, and in the blink of an eye, they saw Du Zhilan's furious figure appearing in front of them, they were so frightened that they almost fainted.

Especially Du Zhiteng standing in the middle, his face was as white as paper, dripping with cold sweat, he took a few steps back and leaned on the altar to stand.

"What are you doing? My second brother?" Du Zhilan's eyes were filled with flowing dark red, and he sneered coldly, approaching his only brother step by step.

The mourning hall was as dead as a cemetery, only the faint sound of crackling flames.

"You...you don't want to come here!" Du Zhiteng was terrified, his legs were shaking like chaff, and he shouted, "Hurry up! Burn him! Burn this monster! And that bitch who gave birth to a monster! "

The word "monster" pierced his cheek hard, and Du Zhilan's face suddenly changed, and the word "King" faintly appeared on his forehead, which was as red as blood.

"You, say, me, and, mother, what is—what?!" He said coldly, with a flick of his long sleeves, the little Taoist priests on both sides were instantly thrown out by a strong force, and fell heavily to the wall superior.

The flames of the wooden pile were burned even more by the strong wind, Du Zhiteng was forced to stagger forward by the heat wave, and suddenly the hateful Du Zhilan grabbed his neck tightly with one hand!

"You—uh—let, let go—"

Du Zhilan's eyes were sharp and indifferent, nailed to the opponent's body like a sharp sword out of its sheath, the dark red and coquettish eyes were so inhuman, the veins in his five fingers were exposed, and gradually closed, Du Zhiteng could not breathe more and more, his face flushed red.

"Tell me, did you tamper with me? Did you get me caught by a tiger demon?! Turned me into a monster, and everyone yelled at me to beat me up and kill me? Good second brother...huh?"

"Uh...uh..."

"Go to hell with me—!!"

The red light on Du Zhilan's forehead flashed instantly, his eyes were dark red and thick as black, and the fingers on the opponent's throat were violently pressed!

"Du Zhilan, stop!"

Between the lightning and the flint, a piercing silver sword light came, mixed with a roar of anger.

Unexpectedly, this powerful sword move was half a step slower after all.

Du Zhilan's fingernails were bloody, and the demon's long nails were sharp, piercing Du Zhiteng's fragile neck mercilessly. With a "poof", it seemed as if he could hear the sound of piercing the skin and bursting blood vessels.

The blood was scorching hot, splashed all over his face in an instant, and even his throat was smashed to pieces!

Du Zhiteng's white eyes protruded, and he was dying. Although Jian Qing's face was not livid, it was still very ugly. The silver sword light couldn't find the target, and it drew an arc in the air, causing an afterimage, and reappeared. Withdraw the scabbard.

"Du Zhilan, wake up!"

He yelled loudly, his mellow voice contained a trace of the righteous and peaceful refreshing power of the Qingxin Mantra, and it was like a giant bell being struck like a stake, ringing endlessly in Du Zhilan's ears, and his mind became clear in an instant.

Young Master Du, who had never even killed a chicken and never seen any blood, stood there blankly, his fingers were even inserted into his younger brother's neck, and the warm blood dripped down from his cheeks little by little. , hiding his clean apricot-colored brocade robe.

"I——I killed my second brother?!" Du Zhilan's mind went blank with a "boom", and he looked at his hands with wide eyes in disbelief—the bloody hands, and the scarlet long and narrow hands. The nails are hardly like human fingers.

He trembled slightly, and the body suddenly fell to the ground, splashing blood and water everywhere.

"I'm a monster? Did I kill someone? I killed my second brother...killed...ahh—"

Du Zhilan was stunned by this terrible scene for a moment, as if his mind had been severely injured, he kept repeating the same sentence over and over again, as if he was insane, with a ferocious expression and bruised veins, especially the blood on his face, which seemed even more serious. terrible.

"Du Zhilan, just be quiet and listen to me——Du Zhilan! Stop!"

Jian Qing was secretly worried when he saw his demon-ridden appearance, but before he finished speaking, he saw Du Zhilan ran out like crazy.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the entire City Lord's Mansion, and even the entire Zangfeng City, have changed drastically. The streets are full of dead bodies, and the streets are full of wronged souls. Slow flow.

All those corpses had their necks pierced by sharp nails, and their throats were crushed. They stared at the two people who ran out one after the other with their eyes wide open, even rolling.

They stuck out their long tongues, and from nowhere, they let out sharp and piercing wailing, which made people's scalps go numb and their teeth ache.

"Kill you...kill you..."

"Kill...kill..."

Du Zhilan was almost stunned by the tragedy in front of him, he didn't have time to think about anything, he just kept running towards the outside of the city, as if there was something more terrifying behind him chasing him, if he slowed down, he would turn into this pile of dead bodies one of the.

The all-pervasive hoarse cry of killing was even more palpitating, constantly urging his inner demons, trying to turn him into a puppet controlled by killing.

"Run... run..."

Du Zhilan's eyes were almost full of blood red, and he couldn't listen to anything.

Jian Qing walked all the way through the air, but when the rotting corpses on the ground saw this Taoist priest full of aura, they rushed towards him one after another as if they had been injected with chicken blood. Like the stars.

Although it didn't threaten him, but he was dragged all the time, and he could only watch Du Zhilan run farther and farther, turning into a small black spot and disappearing from sight.

"You bastard!" Jian Qing's eyes were full of anger, and he suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, spewing out a drop of blood that coagulated on the ancient sword.

"Zihong Lingtian!"

A shocking scene suddenly appeared——I saw that simple and simple long sword instantly turned into a blue-purple sword light, soaring into the sky, flying like a rainbow. It was the dirty blood of the house, all of which turned into ashes, and the stale air was gone along with it.

Most of the city seemed to be cut into a bare square, only Jian Qing stood alone in it, with his snow sleeves bulging and his black hair flying.

The move of "Zihong Lingtian" is too domineering. Even with the cultivation base of Jian Qing and half-immortal, it takes a lot of strength to perform this move. Fortunately, this place is an illusion, otherwise if it is in the human world, this sword will be destroyed. If you want to destroy half of the city, there will be no survivors within a hundred miles.

Jian Qing looked around, after such a long time delay, Du Zhilan really ran away without a trace.

"Du Zhilan..."

He murmured the other party's name softly, then stopped, his brows were tightly frowned, if the brothers of Shenxu Sect were here, they would be shocked to see the gloomy and stern expression of the usually gentle and indifferent elder, and they would still I have never seen Elder Jianqing showing such a worried look.

It was pitch black all around, like a mass of cold and thick fog that engulfed the place heavily.

Du Zhilan crashed headfirst into this place, and couldn't run anymore, his legs went limp, and he collapsed heavily on the cold ground, out of breath.The panic at the beginning subsided a little, he took a few deep breaths, and then he regained his strength, his mind was muddled, he was frightened for a while, and ruthless for a while.

"Aren't you going to run? Watch out for that half-immortal chasing you, and I'll kill you!"

Suddenly, a deep male voice seemed to pour into Du Zhilan's ears from all directions. He felt that the voice was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Du Zhilan frowned, and said in a trembling voice, "Who are you?!"

"Follow me, and you will know."

Du Zhilan straightened his back a little, and shouted: "I'm so frightened! Hide your head and show your tail, come out quickly, and when Jian Qing arrives, let him peel off your skin!"

By the way, where is Jianqing?

He froze for a moment, how could he run away and throw Jian Qing away.

"That half-immortal? Don't be wishful thinking. He is a high-ranking immortal cultivator. A half-immortal who is about to cross the catastrophe is incompatible with demons and ghosts like us. If you see one, kill the other. You are a half-hearted tiger demon. You have pure skills but you don't know it. How to control it, to actually want to be with the sword cultivator? It's ridiculous! Ridiculous!" The voice was full of sarcasm.

Du Zhilan opened his mouth and retorted: "I am a human being, a bullshit monster!"

"Hmph, isn't it a monster? Look at your nails, then at the tail behind you, and what's that on your forehead?"

As he said that, the black mist in front of Du Zhilan suddenly turned into a water mirror, and he clearly saw his bloody face and the evil character "King" on his forehead.

Against the backdrop of the bloody light, there is a demonic aura.

"The tiger is a natural overlord, especially the white tiger, one of the four gods and beasts. When it roars, the earth shakes and the mountains shake, even the world changes color. You have just awakened the 'king' seal on your forehead. You have such a powerful talent, but you don't know it. Make good use of it, it's stupid!"

Du Zhilan turned a deaf ear to these words, he just stared blankly at himself in the water mirror, who had become so coquettish and terrifying.

Monster, he actually turned into a monster!

"Jianqing...Jianqing said that he would help me use the soul shell to take away the spirit of the tiger goblin! I will still turn back into a human...you don't want to seduce me!" Du Zhilan yelled coldly, as if grasping at the last straw, The last hope in a desperate situation.

"Hey? Soul shell? Do you know that the soul shell is the pearl inlaid on the dragon crown of the Dragon King of the Middle East according to legend. It is the only one in the world. In the terms of the human world, you say that the emperor who is high above you will put the pearl on the dragon crown for a commoner. Take off your crown and give it to him?"

"Although that half-immortal is powerful, he is by no means in a position to compete with the Dragon Emperor. He said this, and he is lying to you in all likelihood!"

"As for the purpose, hmph, I must have taken a fancy to the powerful soul in your body. When he survives the catastrophe in the future, he may coax you to willingly dedicate all your strength to him!"

Du Zhilan was struck by lightning: "You...you're lying...Jian Qing won't lie to me...no..."

The voice was silent for a moment, and suddenly laughed loudly: "I won't lie to you? Look at this!"