Your Ninth Royal Highness, Please Change Your Clothes

"what--!"

When the blade sank into the woman's body, a miserable cry came from her mouth, and then she seemed to be seriously injured, vomited a mouthful of blood, and suddenly opened her red eyes, the canthus of which were completely cracked.

A cloud of black air floated out from her body, and blood flowed down her snow-white neck, instantly staining her clothes with a layer of darkness. She raised her palm and turned it into a claw, and grabbed Wen Chan's heart.

Perhaps because of the injury, the woman's movements were a little slow, but Wen Chan lifted her foot and kicked her over.

The woman was stabbed with a sword, and the practice was forcibly interrupted, and the black mist that was originally shrouded in the sky was about to disperse.

Lu Shaoqing cursed in a low voice, stepped back a few feet with his toes, cut his palm with the blade, blood gushed out instantly, he smeared the blood on the sword, and thrust his backhand into the ground fiercely.

A red light erupted from the blade, and the black air in the air was stronger than before.

The woman lying on the ground was so weak that she couldn't even pull out the sword on her chest. Half of her face was stained with blood, and her raised hands were trembling.

Wen Chan showed no mercy, his beautiful eyes were full of indifference, and he slowly approached her. He walked up to the woman who kept retreating, stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and pulled out the sword mercilessly.

The woman screamed again, with both fear and begging in her expression.

This reminded Wen Chan of his previous life, those innocent people who were massacred by the gods, did they beg before they died?

It's a pity that these monsters are cruel and cold-blooded, and they don't care about those at all.

He raised his sword again and pointed it at the woman's neck. He was about to cut it off when someone grabbed her wrist.

Wen Chan was so frightened that he looked back, only to see that it was Liang Yanbei.

Liang Yanbei could see that his mood was very unstable, and he could even feel the tremor in his hand holding the sword, so he slowed down and said, "She is going to die."

"One sword can't solve the hatred in my heart." Wen Chan said this, but he didn't struggle.

Liang Yanbei took his sword down and squeezed his hand to comfort him, "Let her fend for herself."

He didn't know what enmity Wen Chan had with this banshee, but he still followed his words.

Liang Yanbei had an inexplicable feeling—Wen Chan seemed a little fragile at this time.

While the two were talking, a roar came from behind them. They looked at the same time, and saw the monsters that had been fighting with those cultivators rushing towards this side, with their mouths wide open, their sharp fangs fully displayed, and they were coming fiercely.

Liang Yanbei reacted very quickly, bent down and picked up Wen Chan, leaped a few feet away from the square stone platform.

I saw the monster jumping on the stone platform, and suddenly transformed into a girl in black dress, glaring at Wen Chan in the distance with hatred, squatting down and hugging the fallen woman in her arms, the woman was standing next to her She lost her breath and turned into a big bird with double feather crowns.

Wen Chan was surprised when he saw it, "That's..."

He could see clearly that the girl transformed into a monster had the same appearance as Tang Qin, or in other words, she was Tang Qin.

If Tang Qin is a monster, what about Tang Yixiao?

"It was well planned, but you have to join in." There was a slight sigh in the air, and Wen Chan was shocked when he heard it—it was Tang Yixiao's voice.

Liang Yanbei grabbed Wen Chan's wrist indiscriminately, "I've said everything, why haven't you come out yet?"

As soon as the words fell, under the black air, a person walked slowly in front of the two of them like this, and smiled brightly, "It's only you who have the ability to force me out."

This person was Tang Yixiao, he was still wearing a black robe and gold trim, no different from when we met in the daytime.

Wen Chan subconsciously glanced at Liang Yanbei, wondering if he knew that his childhood playmate was a monster.

Apparently Liang Yanbei didn't know, and said with a complicated expression, "I thought at least there were no monsters around me."

"If you haven't come here, you can always think so." Tang Yixiao said leisurely.

"What are you going to do?" Liang Yanbei asked.

"Sacrifice, don't you see it?" Tang Yi replied with a smile, "I give you permission to participate, but please don't make any more trouble."

"Do you think we came here to participate in this sacrifice?" Wen Chan was puzzled, if Tang Yixiao was with those monsters, it would be normal for him to attack them at this time, why is he still so amiable Granted a license.

Are you really that good-tempered?

"If it's not, it has to be, because..." Tang Yi half joked.

"Because of what?" Wen Chan asked.

Tang Yixiao raised his head and said softly, "Because, the time has come."

Midnight full moon.

Suddenly a gust of evil wind erupted from the stone platform, forming a powerful tornado, spreading to the surroundings. Those who were blocked from the barrier were blown back again and again by the strong wind, resisting with their sleeves.

The thunderclouds in the sky turned rapidly, the thunder snake flickered, and a huge thunder struck down, completely opening the curtain of sacrifice.

The red pattern spread from the stone platform very quickly, forming a picture of the formation, covering everyone in it, and a strange sound sounded, as if someone was singing, but also as if someone was chanting a spell, sobbing.

Thousands of voices overlapped together, making it very noisy.

Seeing this situation, those cultivators quickly responded, "Put the formation!"

However, the howling wind didn't give them a chance to form a formation at all, and swept them away in a few blows. Only by lying on the ground could they barely avoid being swept away.

Wen Chan and Liang Yanbei, who were in the eye of the wind, did not bear such a strong wind, and could see the surrounding scene clearly.

The robe was blown rattlingly, Wen Chan slightly blocked the wind in front of him with his hands, and managed to open his eyes at least.

Tang Qin was standing in the center of the eye of the wind, and the overwhelming black energy flowed out from her body, converging into a Tai Chi Bagua diagram in the sky above her head.

Wen Chan was startled when he saw it, and blurted out, "Vientiane Tai Chi?!"

Tang Yixiao cast a surprised look, "How do you know?"

He gasped, this is really Vientiane Tai Chi!

Vientiane Tai Chi is a formation handed down from ancient times, which can change fate against the sky and recall dead souls.

If this formation is to be implemented, there must be sacrifices for the town.

The reason why Wen Chan is so familiar is because he drove this formation in his previous life, and died of this formation.

His own son rebelled against him and killed Liang Yanbei's only son. To make up for it, he learned the Wanxiang Tai Chi formation and exchanged Liang Shaojing's soul. But because he was not familiar with the formation, he didn't know what went wrong. , Liang Shaojing could only be reborn as a daughter.

And after Liang Shaojing was reborn, all his vitality passed away very quickly.

Wen Chan thought of the corpses nailed to the trees, and a terrifying thought came to his mind, "Those corpses are all sacrifices?"

"Thousands of evil hearts are sacrifices. This sacrifice has been prepared for a long time." Tang Yixiao's voice was obviously very weak, but it could still clearly reach Wen Chan's ears.

Ten thousand? !With such a huge sacrifice, who exactly are they going to recall?

As if guessing Wen Chan's thoughts, Tang Yixiao gave the answer the next moment, "Just to recall a heinous demon."

These words fell into Wen Chai's ears like a thunderbolt, but before he had time to think about it, the real thunderstorm came, and the huge thunder exploded in the sky above his head. The sound stretched for thousands of miles, like the roar of a dragon, which made people listen fear.

Only then did the small voices get louder, and it was only then that he could clearly hear that they were neither chanting mantras nor singing, but crying, tens of thousands of people crying together, the ups and downs intertwined, miserable and melodious.

Thousands of ghosts cry together, summoning the soul back.

Tang Qin bent his knees and knelt on the ground piously, with two lines of tears streaming from his eyes, he roared with all his strength and called out a name.

"Lou Muge——!!"

In an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the crying sounded suddenly, and the overwhelming strong wind tore everything on the earth, roaring and exploding in the ears, and everything lost its color.

The three-step stone platform rose from the ground, was pushed up by a huge force, and stopped at nine feet.

Wen Chan felt his scalp go numb, and all his fine hairs trembled together. He subconsciously grasped Liang Yanbei's hand, and instinctively cuddled up to him.

Liang Yanbei clenched his hand tightly, and embraced him with the other arm, protecting him in his arms. His bright eyes lifted up until they stopped in Yunyan.

Lightning struck without warning, as if it was about to split the sky. The entire night sky was as bright as day, stretching to the end of the sky.

It came and went quickly, and once the lightning went out, the field of vision returned to darkness, the wind quickly weakened, the crying disappeared, and the falling branches slowly stopped and swayed.

When the earth returned to calm, all the black air dispersed in the air, as if it had never existed before, and the wind stopped and the trees died down.

The thunderclouds dissipated, and the bright full moon appeared again, and the moonlight shone on the earth, brightly, Wen Chan raised his head, and saw a person standing on a high stone platform, against the light, he couldn't see clearly the front.

Immortal cultivators who had quickly recuperated raised their hands together and performed a formula, and white light gathered in the air, illuminating the scene again, and everyone could see clearly who was standing there.

He is a man as handsome as a god.

He was dressed in white clothes like snow, with fluttering black hair, holding a motionless black cat in his arms, smiling slightly, but his eyes were full of sarcasm when he looked down, "So many people are waiting for my return?"

However, this person is completely different from the Lou Muge holding the fan.

Lu Shaoqing breathed a sigh of relief and laughed, "You are finally back."

Tang Yixiao also nodded, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

In the sect of cultivating immortals, an older man said angrily, "Lou Muge! How dare you come back!"

The man named Lou Muge sneered, glanced around, skipping Tang Yixiao, Wen Chan, Liang Yanbei, Lu Shaoqing and the others slowly said, "He didn't come?"

Without waiting for anyone to answer, he laughed at himself, "That's right, how dare he come..."

The man cultivating immortals said to his companion, "His soul has just returned, he has no body, and it is at the time of weakness. We will work together to beat him to pieces again."

Lou Muge found it funny, "Zechen is not here, and Ning Shaosi is not here, so it depends on you?"

He turned his eyes slightly, and stopped on Liang Yanbei, "Or is it because of this mortal God of War?"

At this moment, all the memories were intertwined, which made Wen Chan startled.

Be it Tang Yixiao, Lu Shaoqing, or that banshee, these people behaved as if they knew Liang Yanbei, not the son of the Liang family who was eating the bell, but another Liang Yanbei.

A Liang Yanbei that even Wen Chan didn't know about.

He turned his head to look at the people around him, but saw a clean chin, and then realized that he was too close, and hurriedly broke free from Liang Yanbei's arms.

Liang Yanbei also let him go, staring at Lou Muge, motionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

The disciples of Xiuxian didn't talk nonsense, and immediately sacrificed their own swords and joined forces.

Lou Muge smiled brightly, and the bright moon lost all color.

He stepped up to the edge of the stone platform, stepped out with half of his boots, and said to the people below, "See you by fate."

After speaking, he took a step forward, but instead of falling or flying away, he disappeared out of thin air under the eyes of everyone. The black cat in his arms fell down and was caught by Lu Shaoqing.

It disappeared so quickly that everyone didn't even have time to react.

Tang Yixiao showed a smile to Wen Chan and Liang Yanbei, as if saying goodbye before leaving, and then, just like when he appeared just now, his figure was hidden in the black mist, and Lu Shaoqing was taken away with him.

All that was left was the mess after the strong wind raged just now, and the people lying on the ground.

Seeing that all of them had disappeared, Wen Chan came back to look at the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

All three of them fainted, Qinqi and Liang Shuhong woke up as soon as they shouted, but Shuhua was injured in order to protect Liang Shuhong, was hit by a blown tree trunk, half of his body could not move, and passed out.

Seeing that the calligraphy and painting were injured, Wen Chan became anxious, "Calligraphy and painting! Calligraphy and painting!"

"Don't worry." Liang Yanbei hurriedly comforted him, pulled up the painting and calligraphy and carried it on his back, and said to him, "Let's go out first."

Knowing that he was injured to protect himself, Liang Shuhong followed closely behind Liang Yanbei and said, "Yes, get out quickly, and don't delay the treatment."

Liang Yanbei was in the front, Liang Shuhong followed, Wen Chan was in the middle, behind the piano and chess mat, they went back in the direction they came.

When they left, those sects of cultivating immortals were still in good spirits, discussing how to go deeper and destroy the demon sect in one fell swoop.

So the two parties are divided into two groups, one goes out and the other goes in.