Wearing this fake cultivator master and apprentice

"Kui is one of the top ten evil beasts in ancient times. She was invincible, so she had no choice but to flee back to Huanshan to retreat. Then I took advantage of her when her mind was unstable, and finally! Gradually occupied her body! But, what do you think? That’s right, it’s really not easy for her to be a Mahayana monk, and it wasted a lot of my time.”

Su Changyi frowned.

At this time, Xingci was already a little crazy, she raised her head and smiled, and said sadly: "I use the plan I have been dreaming about for a hundred years, and use the status of the head of Shangqingxu to treat the entire Shangqingxu disciples. Put down the puppet line! Now?, you know?"

She clamped Su Changyi's jaw, her knuckles turned white, and forced him to raise his head. The original madness had gradually turned into resentment and regret.

"The four fairy mountains of Huanxuan Yaocheng are almost all under my control, and you and your nephews are the only variables!"

Su Changyi asked in pain: "Then do I still have to say? Is it an honor?"

"Hmph," Xing Ci let go of his hands, and stood with his hands behind his back, his kind face full of scorn, "I will make you honored to survive? Come on, you are more suitable to be my lackey than death."

"Actually, this seat has always had a question."

"explain?."

"Senior, since you can use the puppet line to control people, why did you come here? The 'Qing He' and 'Bai Lian' revealed by my boudoir used different puppet techniques and control spirits into the body? Furthermore, the puppets outside Lingxu How did you know about it, senior? And what is the purpose of the rumors about Chengshan and Xuanshan? And you? Why did you control the disciples of Yaoshan to break the barrier? Where are my senior sister and junior sister in the end? !"

These are all questions, and they are also very puzzling to her.

In this novel, in less than half a month, bad things happened one after another. She was already very busy just trying to figure out the plot direction of the novel. It was enough energy to spare some time to think about clues. To the extreme, but the effect is obvious? Not bad.

Although the analysis cannot be exhaustive, at least it is related.

"You have so many questions," Xing Ci looked at her, with scrutiny in her eyes, and after a long while, she explained it reluctantly.

"The puppet line is the technique I sent. If you go to the forbidden area, you will be amazed. But the puppet line is a low-level technique after all. Controlling ordinary disciples is just a small test. Only by studying advanced techniques can you control what I control. I got what I got. Rumors and breaking the barrier of the Mythical Mountain are just my masterpieces of manipulating the puppet line and practicing with a single thought."

"But the effect is still not satisfactory. I found that the puppet line is not very good when it is used in a large area. It is not good if it does not spread completely. Only when it spreads all over the body can the effect be fully activated." She lifted it towards Xueqiu? Ba, "Your nephew is an example of failure, otherwise? I won't waste time, I will personally go to Si Guoya and completely control those disciples."

Su Changyi: "..."

She almost suddenly became enlightened, and all the things she couldn't understand suddenly became clear.

In the same way, she really didn't expect that such a complicated and treacherous matter of rumors and Zhenshanshi was just a thought.

Really? Can't find an adjective to describe it!

"As for your seniors and juniors, why should I tell you, where are they? Ah?" The other party laughed wildly and added.

Su Changyi looked at the smug Xingci, and couldn't help but take a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and she asked: "Since you said so much, then I have a guess about you, do you want to hear it?"

The new wind is lingering, and the sky and the earth are of the same color.

The ruthless wind and frost lifted his robe and long hair, Su Changyi's face was pale, and his limbs were frozen stiff by the wind and snow.

This remark was extremely provocative, Xingci smiled instead of anger, and asked: "Really? But say? It doesn't matter."

Su Changyi raised his eyes, stared at her lazily, and said slowly: "Under? No talent, the word "Xingci" just now was just randomly yelling."

Ping Lan: "..."

She said in a low voice: "As far as I know, Xingci slaughtered more than a hundred people from the sect a hundred years ago, committed a heinous crime, and was then imprisoned in the Qinglian Blood Pond. It is said to be a prison, but it is actually for him to recuperate Opportunity. Then the cultivation base must be diligent? Quite a lot, and it must be out of the question to fight against a Mahayana monk, let alone the entire Shangqing Ruins. Please control it. "

"Since that's the case, why do you have any worries? Don't you want to kill me with a sword when I have no resistance? I'm a variable."

She looked at her fixedly, her iris-colored peach blossom eyes didn't blink, and she sneered.

Seeing someone choking on him, she was in a good mood.

I have to say that she enjoys this kind of pleasure very much. She can control everything wildly and recklessly in her hands. Her smile becomes brighter and brighter. The delicate peach blossom between her eyebrows is the only beauty in this world.

"Are you really Xingci?"

Su Changyi sneered and said: "As far as I know, once the Nine Serenity Sensation Technique is launched, unless the person who has fallen into the illusion breaks through the state of mind and comes out, otherwise? Illusion, but this method has a fatal restriction on the caster..."

She saw it in the book called "The Ring of Consciousness". The original text did not involve the Jiuyou Sensual Art, but said that the world's magic arts have the same root and the same origin, and only the magic cultivation method is more orthodox. The technique does the opposite.

It is important to practice a technique step by step. With a solid cultivation as the root, the mind as the skin, and the technique as the bare branch, you will become a cultivator.

And the most taboo thing for immortal cultivators is to use small things to make big gains. After all, not everyone is capable of doing things that make a difference.

The plain white robe blended with the heavy snow.

The head of Jun Huan's long hair fluttered, and his face was matched with that very abrupt, evil smile that was different from his own temperament, but it gave people the illusion that there was no disobedience.

Xing Ci quite agreed, nodding his head and said: "Whether the caster uses the dream grass and the root of love to set up an illusion, or actively breaks the illusion, they all need strong spiritual power as support. The reason is that it is best to be in the Mahayana period, followed by the tribulation period. If the cultivation level is not enough, breaking the illusion after forcibly cultivating the Nine Nether Sensation is no less than killing a chicken and picking eggs, and will suffer the backlash of the illusion. In this case, People in the illusion will only sink deeper and deeper into the illusion, until they fall into the devil's way and cannot be rescued."

As for the monks who fell into the evil way, in the novel "Kick me when it hurts? by my buttocks", there is only one end? They are expelled to the city of killing gods.

Traveling southward through the desert, across the snowy tidal flats, and the abyssal rift valley that is closest to the edge of the entire cultivation continent, where the most vicious people in the cultivation world are exiled.

On the silver-covered snowfield thousands of miles away, there is a god-killing city where demonic energy soars to the sky and demons dance wildly. Behind it is the demonic abyss—Xuandu, which shocked the entire cultivation world.

The Awakening Fallen Demon will be exiled there. If anyone stays, it can only be said to be the survivor of that one-person massacre. Among the survivors, the only one who happens to be able to summon the Yinhan Sword , the double cultivator of awakening kindness - Pinglan.

People with dual cultivation have the same natal spiritual weapon.

Therefore, Ping Lan is not dead, it is Ping Lan who was imprisoned in the forbidden area, and now she is attached to Zhu Yu, and the person talking to her is also Ping Lan.

When the Danqing sword fell, Ping Lan pulled the man closer by pulling her skirt, her porcelain white teeth were exposed, and she smiled sinisterly face to face.

"Since you? know who I am, then it's easy to handle. I want you to teach me how to 'out? Yin God?', otherwise? I'll kill you with one sword! I believe you will make a good choice between life and death right?" She patted Su Changyi's face and said?

"..."

At this moment, Su Changyi's only thought was not what "Out? Yinshen?" was, but familiarity.

She is a little familiar with the word "Yin God?" She seems to have known each other before, or heard or seen it, but at this moment, she really can't remember it when someone is pulling her skirt.

ka ka ka-

The unexpected sound of stepping on the snow came from behind him, and the snowballs gathered around him became huge? The sound of swords and arrows chiseling the wall mixed with the wind and snow made the sound of footsteps extraordinarily special. Tiny, but clearly recognizable.

Turning around, Su Changyi's eyebrows twitched, his heart became very complicated, and he wanted to grit his teeth and open his mouth to mock, but he was a step too late.

Ping Lan raised her eyes to look over, with serious eyes, as if encountering a thorny problem, as if she didn't understand which corner of Gada this person came from.

She bowed her head and whispered to Su Changyi: "So it's your lover who came."

The word "Love Disciple" was like a heavy bomb, and Su Changyi's brain was splattered by the explosion, and his head ached. He had no doubt that he had a conditioned reflex towards He Qingxie.

She smiled sinisterly, bared her teeth and opened her mouth angrily, "Fuck your mother's love, bastard!"

The cold beauty who is as white as jade has a face that is as dusty as a fairy, which can make the world pale, and the mountains and rivers go away.

He Qingxie came on the snow, and this scene came into view, which made Su Changyi's heart tremble unspeakably.

That faint expression was colder than the snow, and his dark eyes were covered with white mist by the successive snowflakes, and he looked over with a distant gaze.

She was stunned for a moment, coughed twice, raised her hand to fan the snow.

He Qingxie raised his eyebrows, the other party was noncommittal.

She said slowly: "Master."

Su Changyi took a deep breath, and recalled his distraction just now. At this time, it was the apprentice Ren who was respectful, standing on the top of the mountain, and he was lazy to give alms, after all, he was so malicious. Unpredictable.

How to live in harmony with the enemy who will kill him alive in the future?

Su Changyi thought to himself, if it is possible, then it must be me sitting on the head of her grave, holding the chopsticks, setting up the bowl, sitting on the tombstone and singing "Today is a good day" to her.

She said? She said that she would find an opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, to kill He Qingxie, she alone would be more than capable.Not capable enough, she must continue to endure the humiliation, or now? Find an accomplice.

She glanced at Zhang Pinglan, and exchanged meaningful glances with the other party. The other party understood it, and immediately cast the "Stay in the Air" spell.

For a moment, the wind and snow slowed down and stood still.

The spinning big snowball stopped in mid-air, and He Qingxie also stared at the two of them without moving.

Ping Lan said: "Alright, what do you want to say?"

Su Changyi spoke quickly: "I can agree to your request, but we? We have to reciprocate courtesy. If you help me, I will naturally help you."

Ping Lan raised her eyebrows and asked, "What can you do for me?"

Su Changyi leaned over, bowed his head and whispered in his ear, "Just help me..."

At the end, she added another sentence, "I don't mind making another friend, how about senior?"

The peripheral vision of peach blossom eyes fell on He Qingxie who was standing gracefully not far away through the whistling wind and snow.

She saw the other party? The arrogance in his bones, pure and pure, was vividly reflected by the wind and snow.

He Qingxie's squinted eyes collided with her eyes in the void, and both of them remained silent for a moment, motionless.

Ping Lan was surprised for a moment, completely shocked by the unspeakable words.

It took a moment to return to normal, and with a low laugh, he said slowly: "Do you think you are not qualified to negotiate terms with me?"

Su Changyi laughed first before he said anything, then stretched out his fingers to hook the tip of the Danqing sword, and put it on his heart.

"If you don't agree, then kill me with a sword. Anyway, I would rather die than do a business that loses money. Besides, in this huge world of cultivation, there are many monks in the Mahayana period. I will not be the only one who happens to remember something. Sui is also willing to exchange one with you, even if you force me?"

"As you said, how dare you guarantee that your memory is impaired, you haven't forgotten the 'out? Yinshen?'?!"

Ping Lan stared at her for a long time.

"Even if I forget, it won't wait until I get back to normal? Or? Do you have any reason to be eager?"

Bai Ruorou covered his two fingers slightly between his mouth, Su Changyi smiled, and pointed elsewhere gently and considerately, "If there is a reason, how dare I waste my time? Senior Ping just went to find another Mahayana monk." .”

Ping Lan heheed contemptuously.

"Your senior is not surnamed Ping."

"Huh? I'm so sorry."

"I don't see any sincerity in your apology."

"It's good for seniors to know, so why bother to say it? Speaking of which, seniors may think clearly about the next proposal?"

Ping Lan glanced at He Qingxie not far away, took a deep breath of wind and snow, and remained silent for a long time.

The black-haired white robe is swaying behind him, dancing wildly in the wind.

She had no reason to be in a hurry.

On the contrary, the lessons taught to her by the purgatory scene 500 years ago have made her sink like a flat boat drifting with the current in the next hundred years. However, the water hit the boulder and caused a splash of Zhangzhang, which made the gurgling river calm.

If it is said that before, she would only blindly seek quick success and be greedy for quick success, but after the incident of 500 years, what she can't learn the most is exactly the same.

She is not in a hurry, she has plenty of time.

Ping Lan took back the Danqing sword, nodded slightly and said: "You say? I'm convinced, then I'll wait for you to recover. Besides, I also like the scene of master-student killing each other."

The silver thread floating cloud neon dress and the plain white robe were next to each other. Su Changyi covered his mouth with one hand, and gently shook Ping Lan with the other hand in the dark.

"Then it will be a pleasant cooperation."

"Ah."

Ignoring the snort, Su Changyi was very satisfied with his partner at this time, and even had a smile on his face.

But is it really okay to discuss this topic in front of people?

what's wrong?

Really good!

Su Changyi fingertips smoothed the hanging red satin, and raised the corners of his lips with great interest. Looking at He Qingxie who was frowning in the distance, a touch of charm naturally arose.

The deal was concluded, and with a wave of Ping Lan's hand, there was a strong wind and snow, and the snowball spun rapidly. He Qingxie walked over, but his brows were furrowed.

Ping Lan let out a sneer, which was very clear in the world. The way she looked at He Qingxie was both meaningful and full of sympathy.

On that side, He Qingxie squinted his eyes, hostility and disgust surged into his heart, Fang? Was he locked in?Why?

She, the master, has always been lazy in watching dramas, and she doesn't seem to be able to explain it to her. She thought about it, but she didn't expect, next? Second.Su Changyi suddenly said sadly: "Apprentice? Why did the teacher just break up the conversation with the behind-the-scenes envoy? She said? As long as you win her, she will let me go. Apprentice? Wait for the teacher." You are so sincere, you can show the sun and the moon! You must kill her for the teacher!"

He Qingxie: "..."

Ping Lan looked over coldly, held the sword behind his back, and said in a curious tone: "I heard that my nephew has improved a lot, so how about asking my uncle to teach you two moves?"

"Let her die, I wish for it—"

As soon as the words were finished, the silver light of the Yin Han sword flashed, and at the very moment, Su Changyi, who hadn't received any warning, was pushed away, staggered, and took a few steps back.

When he looked up again, Ping Lanpao was hunting around, as fast as thunder, and flew straight up with Yin Han in his hand.

He Qingxie's movements were tricky and weird, and he didn't seem to be in the same line as Shangqingxu, which surprised Ping Lan a little.

Even so, Pinglan a hundred years ago was a level higher than He Qingxie, and the difference between a level was the same as the span from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain. A level is not only about cultivation, but also includes mental skills, spells, and combat skills. With Xingci's Yinhan Sword, it's like adding wings to a tiger.

The Yin Han Sword alone is enough to kill He Qingxie, besides, Pinglan is still practicing closed-type training in the forbidden area for a hundred years, and if she can seize the body of the head of Qingxu, taking He Qingxie's life is just a trivial matter Pile, come at your fingertips.

The author has something to say: #818The ending of the first volume#

Su: Let’s change the title, #小学习怎么死#

He:...

Author: This plot is very naive, enmmm, I don't understand the writing, please forgive me

! ! ! !I was blind when I saw the publication time