The fate of opposing the heroine's halo

Three days ago, the crane returned to the sect, Cyanwood Peak.

Outside a certain central tree house of the holy king tree that covers the sky, Jun Yiqing was wearing a plain robe and was waiting anxiously. It was dusk, and the red sunset was sprinkled on his body through the luxuriant branches and leaves. He stared intently at these brightly colored light spots, dazed in a daze.

"Squeak-"

Suddenly the door of the tree house opened, and Jun Yiqing's heart suddenly lifted. He turned around and saw a man with a haggard face and a handsome appearance coming out from behind the door of the wooden house.

Jun Yiqing stepped forward without even thinking about it, and immediately stated the purpose of his visit: "Master, Junior Sister Bai has been imprisoned on the Tianxingtai for three days, and she has been pierced by thousands of swords every day. Heart is suffering, this disciple here begs Master to save her life."

Feng Zhu had just left the seclusion, looking a little tired, since Liu Sanye rebelled against He Guizong that day, but only a few days later, he has been in seclusion here to refine the Zhaoyin flag day and night.

As soon as he left the customs, Jun Yiqing yelled in his ears, and he couldn't help being a little annoyed: "Do you know what crime Baitong committed?"

Jun Yiqing's face was flushed red: "This... There must be something hidden in it. I know Junior Sister Bai's character, and she will never harm Senior Sister."

"Even if there is something else hidden, if she doesn't tell it herself, others will be helpless."

Fengzhu flicked his sleeves, an invisible force rolled up from the ground, Fengzhu's robe flew up and flew away from the tree house, Jun Yiqing saw this and hurriedly followed with his sword: "Master, it is precisely because of this that this disciple wants to ask for help. You come forward to vouch for it."

Feng Zhu's voice was cold: "What does the matter of Bai Tong have to do with you?"

Jun Yiqing frowned, and said anxiously: "Master, that day Sanye rebelled against He Guizong to save Baitong, so it can be seen that Baitong has a very high status in Sanye's heart. Master, you love Sanye the most, don't you just have the heart to see him?" Does Sanye know that Baitong is devastated after his death?"

After Jun Yiqing said this, he suddenly froze, and he flew towards the practice field without saying a word, Jun Yiqing followed closely, still persuading him non-stop.

After bypassing the dense forest and gravel path all the way, Fengzhu finally stopped when he came to a high ground next to the practice field.

He put away the strong wind and walked up to the high ground slowly. In front of him was a peach tree with luxuriant branches. The peach tree was facing the training ground. This place had a wide view and was shaded by greenery. It should have been a pleasant resting place. But under the tree, there was an extra high bump of dirt at some point.

There was a flat piece of wood standing in front of the soil bag. After seeing it, Jun Yiqing couldn't help asking: "Master, when did a raised soil bag appear here? Why is there still a piece of wood standing in front of it?"

Feng Zhu looked back at Jun Yiqing, with a little pity in his eyes: "This is Jun Yining's grave."

Jun Yiqing felt struck by lightning when he heard the words, he took a few steps back and looked at Feng Zhu in disbelief: "Master, are you joking with your disciple?"

"As a teacher, I never joke."

Jun Yiqing still didn't want to believe it: "This is impossible, how could Yining die!"

"This is impossible!" Jun Yiqing picked up the Horcrux and started calling Jun Yining, but the Horcrux in his hand did not light up anyway, "This is impossible..."

Jun Yiqing squatted on the ground in pain. He had heard about Jun Yining's death for a long time. As early as that day when he returned to the Dragon King Palace, someone told him that Jun Yining had died, but he didn't see Jun Yining at that time. No one from the sect notified him of the dead body, so he felt that those were some evil jokes, but it turned out to be true!

His mind was in chaos, and his self-blame and shame welled up in his heart. He should not have let Jun Yining leave alone that day, and he should not have returned to the family alone. Yining's biological parents!

Feng Zhu took out the Zhaoyin Banner that was made in the tree house just now from his sleeve, and stuck it above Jun Yining's grave: "You don't have to be too sad. There is a lot of ghost energy gathered in the place, so I guess that Yining may have ghost roots on his body."

"Yin Linggen!" Jun Yiqing immediately stood up when he heard the words, "So Yining can still be saved?"

Feng Zhu replied: "In the world of comprehension, there may not be one ghost cultivator in 1000 million people, so don't have too much hope."

Hearing this, Jun Yiqing fell into pain and grief again: "Master, why didn't you tell me, I, I didn't even have time to see Yining for the last time."

"Too many things happened at that time, Chu Danxue died, Liu Sanye defected with Bai Tong, and when I calmed down, I was refining Zhaoyin flag again."

While centering on the Zhaoyin Banner, Fengzhu cast spells in eight directions to form a soul array that gathers Yin spirits, and asked Jun Yiqing: "You said that Baitong is now at the Tianxingtai, how did she get caught?"

Jun Yiqing replied: "Master Uncle Fang Shi said that three days ago he and Uncle Qiu Ming were intercepted by Jin Lianluo in the western desert, and Junior Sister Bai suddenly appeared and injured Jin Lianluo, and then she passed out."

Feng Zhu snorted coldly: "In this way, the two of them have avenged their kindness."

Jun Yiqing didn't dare to say anything.

Feng Zhu continued to ask: "You said that Bai Tong injured Jin Lianluo?"

"Yes."

Feng Zhu frowned slightly, and put his hands in his sleeves calmly: "What does the suzerain think about this matter?"

Jun Yiqing replied: "The suzerain is also persuading Senior Uncle Linyuan to spare Junior Sister Bai's life, but Senior Uncle Linyuan doesn't listen to anyone now, and then the two made a bet that if Junior Sister Bai could be on the Tianxing Platform If you persist for ten days, you will save her life, but how is this possible! After ten days, everyone will die!"

Fengzhu just gave a faint "hmm" when he heard the words, and then avoided the matter: "Where is Sanye? Where is she?"

"I don't know, but she is not with Junior Sister Bai." Jun Yiqing raised again, "Master, I implore you to come forward and save Junior Sister Bai's life."

Fengzhu walked into the training ground with his back turned to Jun Yiqing: "She can hurt Jin Lianluo, she is no longer an ordinary Hegui disciple, the suzerain wants to save her more than you, so you don't have to worry about her."

When the disciples on the martial arts training ground saw their master and elder brother coming, they all saluted and said hello.

Feng Zhu: "One more thing, has Jin Lianluo taken away Xuantu?"

Jun Yiqing replied: "Yes."

Feng Zhu: "What arrangements does the suzerain have?"

Jun Yiqing: "The suzerain didn't say anything."

Feng Zhu fell into deep thought: "Now that the Demon Lord is about to be resurrected, you should pay more attention to this matter."

After that, he turned around and left here.

……

Two days ago, the Northern Demon Palace, the altar.

In the center of the empty demon hall stands a huge circular altar. This altar is different from ordinary altars. Its table is sunken, like a container of water, filled with dark red blood, and the smelly blood is constantly bubbling. Hot bubble, like boiling water in a pot.

There are eight pillars around the altar, and each pillar is engraved with a famous devil in the history of demon cultivation. Each of these devils corresponds to a scene of a grand war from ancient times to the present. Most of the characters in the relief on the relief have no faces. But the vigorous figure and the flying magic weapon clothing are portrayed realistically and concisely. After watching for a long time, it seems that they are also deeply involved in this war, which makes people dazzled.

Floating on the altar are the materials collected earlier to reshape the body, including swimming red carps, purple axes, and blue feathers shining like stars...

In front of the altar, a Mo Xiu, dressed in black and missing half of an ear, was directing everyone to pour blood into the altar. In the empty hall, there was the sound of "gudong gudong" bloody water from time to time.

At this moment, the door of the gloomy and oppressive hall slowly opened, and four demon cultivators walked in from behind the door carrying a purple-gold black wooden chair. There was a person sitting on the chair, which was Jin Lianluo.

Jin Lianluo was lying on the chair with a bloodless face, his right hand was shaking subconsciously. That day in Quicksand City, he could have easily taken away the Xuantu, but something happened on the way. Then his whole body began to tremble inexplicably again. After four days of recuperation, he still had palpitations and did not see any improvement.

Jin Lianluo was eager to revive the demon, not only to capture Dongzhou, but also to cure his strange heart palpitations. The demon is a great power in the late stage of the tribulation, so he must know the reason.

Thinking of this, Jin Lianluo summoned the half-eared demon cultivator to him and asked, "How is it? Is there enough blood?"

Seeing Jin Lianluo's gloomy expression in half of his ears, he swallowed nervously: "Hui Mojun, I captured many immortal cultivators in the Dragon King Palace before, so there is enough blood, and there is still some left."

Jin Lianluo pressed down his trembling right hand with heavy eyes, and replied calmly: "Okay."

Hearing the words, half of them quickly retreated to the altar, and continued to direct the crowd to pour blood into the altar.

Not long after, the blood pool was filled with blood, and a huge blood cell gradually rose from the center of the blood pool. The blood cell kept beating like a bright red heart.

Seeing this, Jin Lianluo took out the last material to reshape the body from the space: a mass of black and sticky profound soil.

The black soil flew up to the altar, and gradually merged with the rest of the materials. The black soil swallowed up the rest of the materials one by one. Finally, the entire sky above the altar turned into a huge wriggling black sphere, and everyone in the hall stopped. Down the movement of the hands, staring at the sky intently.

The blood ball in the blood pool seems to have sensed the call of the fleshy body above, and it jumps higher and higher in the blood pool excitedly. Every time it jumps, the jump height is half higher than before, and when it falls, it splashes the blood in the blood pool , also getting higher and farther away, the demon cultivators who were close were splashed with blood, they quickly backed up, and at the moment when everyone was away from the altar, the blood ball jumped and finally reached its longing The long-awaited flesh!

At the same time, the blood in the blood pool began to pour in continuously with the blood cells retrogradely, and the black sticky ball began to be squeezed into a human shape under the infusion of blood, and the clay in the human shape was covered with blood. There are ears, then a nose, and when there is a mouth, the clay actually starts to talk, it is laughing, listening to the laughter is an extremely old man.

"Hahaha……"

It laughed vigorously, as if it had great power, making people feel oppressed. Hearing the laughter, Jin Lianluo looked at the human-shaped clay with fanaticism. The depression for many days finally dissipated completely at this moment, and he also laughed. Get up, then climb down from the seat, kneel down in front of the clay: "Welcome to the world of Demon Respect of the Northern Territory!"

Clay's laughter became louder and louder, with high-pitched laughter carrying the excitement of returning to the world for a long time, but when its laughter reached its peak, it suddenly covered its neck and became hoarse.

The next moment, the human-shaped clay became twisted in the air, its fingers were twisted like twists, and its body was more like a snake infested with parasites. It swung wildly and quickly, and it didn't take long for the human-shaped clay to twist out of human shape.

The accident happened so suddenly, Jin Lianluo stood up from the ground in shock: "What's going on!"

He grabbed the half-ear demon cultivator who directed the pouring of blood into the blood pool before, and asked frantically, "What's going on!"

Half-ear shook his head again and again, and the voice broke out in shock: "Subordinate, I don't know, this subordinate swears by the demons, this subordinate has never tampered with the blood!"

"No hands and feet, so what's going on!"

Jin Lianluo's eyes were red, and he stared at the clay above the altar. After the clay was twisted into a ball, it broke through countless cracks like spider webs, and a dazzling white light burst out from the cracks. About to break!

It wasn't until this moment that Jin Lianluo finally realized what the problem was. He thought of what Qiu He had left him before: "It's Lishui! Lishui was tampered with!"

"what--"

Jin Lianluo covered his head angrily, he was almost going mad: "These damned sharks! How dare you fool me!"

The Demon Lord's primordial spirit was about to be shattered, it roared in pain, and its hoarse cry almost shattered the eardrums of all the demon cultivators: "Ahhhh—"

The cry contained despair, pain and anger, and the Demon Lord's primordial spirit struggled in agony. At this moment, a perfect natural demon body happened to appear in its sight.

Normally, it would definitely take a good look at whether this body meets its conditions, but at this moment, its life is at stake, and it has no time to think about it, it rushed out of the clay with a "bang"!

It looked at that body, as if looking at the last straw in a rushing river!Almost instantly it got into that shell.

However, at this moment, it regretted that the body it got into was actually a puppet controlled by people!

The move of the Demon Lord, in the eyes of outsiders, is a ball of light rushing out of the clay, and then getting into the body of a strong man who came out from nowhere. With a fully covered black mask, his face could not be seen clearly, and his burly physique was several times larger than that of an ordinary adult. He looked very unusual, but he was wearing the most common coarse linen clothes of a mortal farmer.

The light balls scurry around in the strong man's body, and after a while, they are completely extinguished.

Everyone was confused about the situation and looked at the strong man one after another. Jin Lianluo also noticed him and asked, "Who are you? What did you do to the demon king!"

The strong man was motionless, his body stiff, like a stone statue.

Jin Lianluo questioned several times in a row, but the strong man didn't respond. He noticed something strange, so he moved forward to check. At this moment, the head of the strong man turned "squeaky".

When the strong man's head was twisted into a strange posture, Jin Lianluo suddenly discovered that the back of this strange guy's head was actually covered with red silk threads!