Song Minhuan had difficulty resisting the coercion now, but after hearing the other party's request, he tightly grasped the hilt of the sword to stabilize his figure, and the aura burst out from the sword tip.

Make him a slave?

He looked at Shi Jun opposite, Shi Jun didn't show his face, but Yue Mo could feel that the other party looked at him as a futile struggling ant.

No, he doesn't want to.

Song Minhuan closed his eyes, he is very sensitive to things with eye patterns now.

He had a premonition that if the other party could transform into illusion and nightmare, it would definitely be much better than that sprite just now. If he got in, it might be difficult to come out again.

Than consciousness?Although he has awakened the way of the sword, the opponent's spiritual consciousness is definitely broader and deeper than his awakening. If he uses his spiritual consciousness to spy on the opponent, 100% will be backlashed.

Since he couldn't compare to anything, he didn't have to worry so much.

Song Minhuan condensed the spiritual power in his palm, and the long sword moved forward suddenly with the spiritual power curled up, and the blade pointed directly at the servant's throat.

All over the sky erupted in place, and the white silver light gathered in the air to form a twisting sword aura. The sword aura twisted and twisted, and finally all gathered at the tip of the sword.

Song Minhuan hadn't arrived in front of Shijun, but Shijun's figure disappeared on the spot. He turned around quickly, and felt a creepy sense of crisis from the back of his neck, and subconsciously blocked it with his long sword.

After such a block, a cold white hand held his long sword, and he felt the long sword humming, and the whole person was shocked by the coercion and flew back.

His back hit the vermilion fence, and there was a sharp pain, and hot sticky liquid flowed out.His eyes turned black for a while, his internal organs were churning, and a fishy sweetness welled up in his throat.

Song Minhuan propped his palms on the ground, there was no pain in his body, the long sword fell to the side, he suppressed the fishy sweetness in his throat, and reached for the sword on the other side again.

Usually when he was fighting, Shishi never paid him any attention, but this time, Shishi seemed a little uncomfortable being thrown, and the tip of the sword moved invisibly.

Before Song Minhuan could react, a line of words appeared in his mind, which looked crooked, like it was written by a child.He has seen this word before, and it looks like it came from the hands of stone.

: Stand up and hit him.

Song Minhuan: "..."

With such an attitude of trying one or two points, maybe the stone can really surprise him?Holding the sword with difficulty, he stood up from the ground.

As soon as he stood up, a gust of wind generated by spiritual power came towards him, the pressure was soaked with coldness and evil, and he seemed to see blood in a trance, and a strong sense of despair and hostility swept his whole body along his ankles.

He froze in place and didn't move, he couldn't move at all, he watched Gang Feng approaching him, if he was touched, his whole body would be torn to pieces.

At a critical moment, the sword in his hand suddenly moved by itself, abruptly leading him to avoid the strong wind.Song Minhuan was pulled by a force, struggling to maintain her balance.

A sword pattern spread out from the whole body of the stone, which was a pattern like six cirrus clouds, and the whole body was crimson, as if flowing from hot blood, and the coercion that came out also turned red.

Song Minhuan clenched the stone tightly, Shijun seemed to pause for a moment, and his eyes fell on the sword in his hand.

"It's actually you." Shijun murmured softly, then smiled.

Next, the endless coercion spread from behind Shijun, and Song Minhuan felt that there was no place on the exposed skin that was not painful.The stone led him to avoid those attacks, and several long marks were cracked on Zhulan where the red sword light fell.

Several scars were scratched on Song Minhuan's face. His current cultivation could not support such a consumption of spiritual power and change of speed. After a while, all the muscles and veins of his body began to ache, and his movements became slow.

He held out three moves in Shijun's hands, and at the third move, Shijun stretched out his hand and grabbed his neck.

The arm was completely taken off, and with a "click", the sword fell to the ground, and the sword pattern on the stone faded, and it turned back into the dusty sword.

Shijun held the young man's fragile neck in his hands, and the moment he was about to make a move, the surroundings changed instantly.

White light overflowed from all directions, and the ground was covered with a layer of frost, as if the unmelted ice and snow of a thousand mountains had melted on it.The clouds and mist are misty and vast, and the endless coercion sweeps over like a wave.

There is a figure in it, that person is holding a broken sword with a red lotus pattern on it, the moonlight white robe is clean and spotless, when he raised his eyes, his eyes seemed to have melted frost and snow. chill.

With a "bang", Shijun was wrapped in endless pressure and turned into hundreds of fragments. At that moment, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and the last fragment disappeared.

A small wooden figure fell from the ground.

Song Minhuan was suddenly released, his face flushed red, he coughed a few times, and there were still a few crimson finger marks on his neck.

The tense body relaxed, and after such a relaxation, there was a pain in the depths of the tendons.He moved his fingertips and exhausted all the remaining strength in his body with a single movement, the fishy sweetness rose from his throat, and a little bit of blood splashed on the front of his clothes.

Just before he closed his eyes, he saw a small wooden figure carved on the ground, which looked like he had just served the king.He just took another look, a sudden pain came from his eyes, and then he lost consciousness.

The figures of Song Minhuan and Shijun disappeared on the stage at the same time, Shen Yingxue took Song Minhuan away, and before leaving, he did not forget to bring another disciple with him, a total of two disciples took them away together.

At the same time, the ranking on the Conferred God Order changed again.

: 001 Song Minhuan Xu Wanqin

002 Meng Qihua's heavy brocade Huo Cheng and

003 Water Mirror Sparrow Gu Yuanyi

Current member on the personal list: 01 Xu Wanqin 10 o'clock

02 Meng Qi 5 o'clock

03 Song Minhuan 3 o'clock water mirror sparrow 3 o'clock

04 Hua Chongjin 2 points

Shen Yingxue led people into a courtyard, and he settled the two disciples into a room on the side, sealed up several tendons of the eldest disciple, and calmed down the disordered breath.

A elixir melted into Song Minhuan's mouth, Shen Yingxue's fingertips touched the boy's forehead, and a white spiritual power flew into the boy's forehead, smoothing the boy's exhausted sea of ​​consciousness.

After a while, the boy's pale face gradually returned to normal. He withdrew his hand and touched the corner of the boy's lips with his fingertips.

A small wooden figure emerged from Shen Yingxue's palm, which was the one that fell onto the stage.The woodcarving villain is one of the avatars of the servant.

He lowered his eyes for a while, crushed the wooden figurine, set up a barrier in the room, and disappeared in place.

……

Song Minhuan didn't know where he was now, he remembered that he had lost consciousness, and now... he must be dreaming?

The sky seemed to be covered with a cloth, gray and gloomy.In front of him was a bronze door with an old sunburst pattern, and inside was an open eye.

The iron ring "Dingling Dingling" on the bronze door made a sound, and he could only see this pattern, but he couldn't see the other places clearly.

He stood where he was, looking very close to the door, yet seemed far away.

There was the sound of heavy shackles colliding together, the ground seemed to be shaking accordingly, scorching waves came out from the gap in hell, and the mighty breath made people tremble.

Several figures suddenly appeared in front of him, Song Minhuan counted subconsciously, a total of twelve.

The twelve figures were all pitch-black, their faces could not be seen clearly, only their figures could be vaguely discerned.When he looked over, the leading man in the middle suddenly appeared.

The man had long silver-white hair, and a scepter was held at his cold white fingertips. On the cuff of the man was a tattoo of witchcraft, with patterns of sun eyes, thick black and scorching red intertwined. .

"From now on, you will be Thirteen."

The man's voice seemed to come from far away, Qingqing Lingling was very pleasant to hear, and the listener couldn't help falling into it, feeling a little dizzy.

A hand was placed on his forehead, and Song Minhuan felt a sharp pain on his forehead, and his eyes also hurt. He took a deep breath, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Opening her eyes and facing Zhu Liang on the top, Shen Yingxue was guarding beside his bed, she withdrew her hand on his forehead, "What did you dream about? Is there any discomfort in your body?"

Song Minhuan sat up, his heart was beating extremely fast, and it took him a while to calm down.I moved my wrist and tried to run my spiritual power, everything was as usual, and there was no discomfort at all.

He wanted to know that Shen Yingxue brought him back, and healed his injuries along the way.

"There is no discomfort. I dreamed of that man with silver-white hair... that is the servant of the ghost world. He said a word to me."

Song Minhuan pressed her temple, and found that she couldn't recall what the other party said.

"I can't remember what he said, I don't know why, I feel dizzy listening to him, and I can't help but want to do what he asks."

Song Minhuan felt creepy with some belated awareness, and asked, "Master, why is this?"

"His cultivation level is extremely high, not inferior to mine," Shen Yingxue, "Just now he bewitched you in a dream, it seems that you were indeed bewitched by him."

Shen Yingxue: "If you are not firm enough, you will be bewitched. For monks who have cultivated to become a god, their words have the power to bewitch. The stronger the consciousness, the stronger the bewitching ability."

"Like this."

Song Minhuan was still sitting by the bed, when suddenly Shen Yingxue got closer to him, before he could react, he heard a deep "Shan Shan".

With such a sound, it was magnetic and pleasant, and that dizzy feeling surged up again, Song Minhuan was a little dazed, he felt his ears itching, and Shen Yingxue's magnified face was in front of him.

The distance between the two was too close, he used his eyes to paint Shen Yingxue's eyebrows, and couldn't help but wonder how there could be such a good-looking person in the world.

Warm breaths were intertwined, he met Shen Yingxue's gaze, and there was a softness in the eyes of the other party, as if all kinds of unspeakable affection were hidden in it.

Song Minhuan's face turned red little by little. He leaned on the side of the bed, grasping the quilt weakly with one hand, his mind was in a daze, and he had a preposterous cold.

I always feel that in the next second, Shen Yingxue will lean over and kiss him.

Those two thin lips must be warm when touched, the other party will pry open his lips and teeth, hold his fingertips to make it difficult for him to breathe, leave marks on his lips, and then gently grind his earlobe .

"Shanshan?"

Song Minhuan was awakened by such a call, he was indeed still clutching the quilt in his hand, but Shen Yingxue was still quite a distance away from him, just now... what was he thinking?

He was actually thinking, did Shen Yingxue do that kind of thing to him?

Song Minhuan couldn't help pinching the corner of the quilt tightly. He was completely nestled in the warm quilt, as if he had experienced something incredible, his face was still red, and he stared blankly at the pattern on the quilt.

There was buzzing in his ears, he couldn't hear what Shen Yingxue was saying, and the scene just now kept echoing in his mind.

Why did he have such hallucinations, hallucinations usually hint at what he thinks in his heart... Could it be possible...

Could it be that he has unreasonable thoughts about Shen Yingxue?

When this thought came up, Song Minhuan quickly denied it, and when she raised her head to look at Shen Yingxue, she subconsciously avoided Shen Yingxue's gaze.

"What did you see just now?" Shen Yingxue asked warmly.

Song Minhuan looked away guiltily, moved her fingertips, and replied: "It's nothing, I will practice more frequently in the future, improve my xinxing, and try not to be deceived next time."

At this time, he never thought that the hallucinations produced by the bewitched person were actually what the bewitched person wanted him to see.

In other words, it wasn't what he wanted to do to the man, but what the man wanted to do to him, and told him through hallucinations.

Shen Yingxue looked at the young man in front of her, concealing the emotion deep in her eyes a little, and said to the young man, "That's right, come to me in the future, I'll practice with you."

Song Minhuan opened his mouth, hesitating for a while, but after thinking about it, he agreed and nodded to Shen Yingxue.

Only Shen Yingxue beside him had a very high level of cultivation, and it might have been a coincidence, he didn't want to believe it, and wanted to try again next time.

Song Minhuan asked again: "Master, how long have I been unconscious?"

"Two hours," Shen Yingxue said, "I changed your clothes for you, and those two disciples are now next door."

Song Minhuan lowered his head to look at his clothes again, they were indeed clean, the original ones were splashed with blood, but the clothes he was wearing now were clean and spotless.

"The servant...why did he become a small wooden figure?"

Shen Yingxue: "The woodcarving villain is his clone. I killed his clone, so the puppet body will appear."

"Second body?" Song Minhuan clenched the quilt slightly, but the puppet body is so powerful, if it is the real body, and what Shen Yingxue said, then this person's strength is indeed somewhat terrifying.

"I failed to crush the order to seal the gods, but Master saved me once, so we are cheating."

Song Minhuan felt a little pity, but soon felt relieved, "But it was worth saving that disciple."

At this time, in Chongguang City, a group of elders stared at the teleportation mirror and looked at each other.

They just saw Shen Yingxue take away their apprentice and two other disciples. After arriving in the room, Shen Yingxue went out halfway, and stayed by the apprentice's bedside after returning.

After his apprentice woke up, Shen Yingxue in the mirror glanced in their direction from the air, and then the entire teleportation mirror made a "la" sound, and countless cracks appeared.Broken down the middle.

They couldn't see what Shen Yingxue did next.

Now they also understood that from the moment they entered, what Shen Yingxue showed them was indifferent, now that they didn't know what happened, Shen Yingxue didn't want them to see it.

A group of elders were a little curious.

"Why did Xianjun break the teleportation mirror? But there is something shameful."

"I just saw his disciple wake up."

"Is there a way to restore the teleportation mirror?"

One of the elders flew out with spiritual power from his fingertips, and the teleportation mirror returned to its original state. Unfortunately, the mirror could show the figures of the other disciples, but Shen Yingxue's side couldn't be shown.

"If Xianjun doesn't want us to see it, we won't have the chance to see it."

"Do you have any impression of the silver-haired man who just fought against Xianjun's apprentice?"

"It's the servant king who has been famous in the ghost world for the past two years. The ghost king has not asked about the affairs of the three realms for many years. It is said that everything is handled by this servant king now."

Gu Wujiu looked at the teleportation mirror opposite, his eyes thoughtful.He raised his eyes and glanced at the man on the main seat again, his eyes fell on the lacquer ring on the man's hand, and he slowly looked away again.

Just now, when everyone didn't notice, he saw Shen Yingxue's hand gesture, which was a very ordinary-looking French seal gesture, and it was also a secret signal.

……

Song Minhuan had already recovered. He got up and went to the next room. The iron chains on the two disciples in the next room had been cut off, and the wounds on their bodies seemed to be almost healed.

After he entered, the two disciples were a little wary of him and looked at him warily.

Song Minhuan suppressed the evil aura on her body, and took out the token of Tianxuezong.

"Don't be afraid, I am a disciple of the Tianxue Sect who came to participate in the sword meeting. This time the sword meeting will be held in the underground Chongguang City, and our task is to rescue you."

"Before I competed with those evil spirits, it was also to take you away from the dark pavilion."

Song Minhuan said again: "Not far from here is the teleportation array we set up, I can take you back anytime."

The two disciples glanced at each other, they were silent for a while, then looked Song Minhuan up and down, one of the disciples said: "No need, the two of us will leave in a few days."

"Leave?" Song Minhuan asked, "Aren't you planning to go back to the sect?"

The two disciples remained silent and did not answer Song Minhuan's question.No matter what he asked next, the two disciples did not speak again.

It seemed that they didn't trust him, and the two disciples knew each other. They had their own plans, and there must be a reason for their reluctance to leave.

Song Minhuan left some wound medicine and spiritual fruit in the room, and before leaving, he quietly cast a formation, and then went back.

I don't know what's going on with Zhuang Li and Meng Qi.

"Master used to live in this courtyard?" Song Minhuan only had time to look around now, and asked.

"That's right," Shen Yingxue said again, "Your sword, I put a plate of snacks on your bedside just now, and it ate up the snacks."

Song Minhuan: "..."

He remembered that Shi Shi had always been afraid of Shen Yingxue, how dare he eat in front of Shen Yingxue now?

Shen Yingxue seemed to see his doubts, and smiled lightly, "I also ran into it by accident."

It is unusual for a sword to eat, and it is usually because the sword spirit has been awakened.Song Minhuan felt that when he was competing with Shijun, Shen Yingxue should have noticed the difference in the stone at that time.

Song Minhuan said honestly: "I picked the stone at random in the sword pavilion, and I found out later that he is psychic. In the past, it ignored me when I was fighting, and occasionally responded when I was eating. Usually, it is in the scabbard. sleep."

"This is the first time I've seen it willing to help me, I think..." Song Minhuan paused, "When Shi Jun threw him, he woke up, it was very upset, and asked me to stand up and fight with Shi Jun .”

"It has a six-volume cloud pattern on its body. This pattern came from a foreign race 3000 years ago." Shen Yingxue didn't say much, but said, "I don't know if it's good or bad for you."

Shen Yingxue was very happy that the young man was willing to talk to him about this, and his tone lightened a little, "But it chose you, it was your chance."

The rest of Shen Yingxue didn't say anything, if it was good, he would keep it, if it was harmful to the young man, he would protect the young man at that time.

Song Minhuan's heart moved slightly, now that Shishi was also known by Shen Yingxue, it seemed that he gradually lost his secrets in front of Shen Yingxue.

"Master is very different from what I thought."

Song Minhuan couldn't say it well either, and said to Shen Yingxue, "I didn't tell Master before, because I was worried that Master would think the stone is an evil thing."

Shen Yingxue looked at the boy's eyelashes when he raised his eyes, and looked at him with a pair of autumn water eyes with a little nervousness, his red lips were slightly pursed, and at the same time, he still had some expectations.

He thought in his heart that it was indeed an evil thing, but he said to the young man, "No, if you want to keep it, you can keep it. It's just a slightly psychic sword, no problem."

The tone was very gentle, and the boy really laughed when he heard it.

"Thank you, Shizun. The stone is a bit greedy and sleepy. It's the first time I've seen the cloud pattern on the sword, but it has never hurt anyone, and it hasn't hurt me."

"Master, don't worry, I will also find out its identity."

Shen Yingxue nodded slightly, looked at the boy's smile, and listened carefully to the boy's story about his sword.

Normally, he would definitely seal this kind of psychic sword from 3000 years ago, and he would not have any interest in this sword.Now he didn't seal the sword, let the sword stay with the young man, and was very willing to listen to the young man tell him about ordinary trivial matters.

He is willing to tolerate young people and give them pampering.

……

Song Minhuan adjusted his breathing in the yard for an hour, and the moon was shining outside. He heard slight movements from the next room, and immediately lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

He paid attention to the movement around him, the formation in the next room changed, and the two disciples came out of the room.

The window sill was gently opened from the outside, and a sleeping spell entered between his brows, and he frowned, pretending to have fallen asleep.

The two disciples observed for a while, and after confirming that he was asleep, they closed the window and gradually moved away from the yard.

Song Minhuan got up from the bed before losing track of the two of them. He squeezed the sleeping curse away, lifted the stone beside the bed that was stealing fruit again, and quickly melted into the night.

He followed behind the two disciples at a distance of not too far.The street was still lively at night. Two disciples were wearing black cloaks, which covered most of their figures. They walked through the streets and alleys, and the semicircular crescent pattern on the long sword refracted light.

The star-moon pattern is Haoyue Peak.

They stopped at a nine-storey square pavilion, Song Minhuan looked up and saw that it was the dark pavilion during the day.

What do they come back for?

Song Minhuan was a little puzzled, he watched the two disciples arrive at the back door of the dark pavilion, they knocked out the guards, and went in quietly.

He also followed, this is the backyard of the dark pavilion, there are dark brown blood stains on the rockery, and the pool water looks like a pool of thick and dark ink.

"Here, boo."

One of the disciples took out a token and was about to put it on a certain position on the rockery. Suddenly, a piercing cold light pierced the air, and a dagger plunged into the rockery in front of them.

A long crack split open on the rockery instantly, and with a bang, half of the mountain was cut open, and stones were scattered everywhere on the ground.

The two disciples quickly took a few steps back. They raised their heads and saw a few black-robed men on the opposite side.

The figure in the black robe was hidden in the dark, most of his face was covered by the robe, and one of them made a gesture. Their figures were like ghosts, and they all walked towards the two disciples.

Song Minhuan counted, there were about five people in total.He quickly analyzed the positions and coping abilities of the two disciples, and greeted them with his long sword.

The moonlight fell on the ground, like a layer of frost.The young man was dressed in a moonlight white robe, with red lotuses flying around his cuffs, and the black hair from his temples was flying behind him, and his thin white fingertips clasped the long sword tightly, emitting an awe-inspiring cold light.

Countless sword lights burst out through the wind, and the moment the young man stopped, the long sword retracted into its scabbard, and the men in black robes behind them all fell down.

"Do you know who this person is?"

"Song Minhuan of Tianxuezong, the first disciple of Immortal Lord Linhua."

The two voices melted into the wind and disappeared into the night together.

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