Wearing this fake cultivator master and apprentice

In an instant, the two people who had never visited before could clearly see what this resplendent darkroom looked like.

The Sitian Jian mercury mirror is placed in a remote corner. From this position, the entire darkroom can be seen at a glance.

This dark room is enclosed around, and there are many storage racks with simple patterns inside. There are many ornaments of glazed enamel, emerald and agate, as well as rare treasures. Thousands of gold, or a thousand gold is hard to find.

Among them are all kinds of weapons, such as knives, guns, swords and halberds, axes, hooks and forks, eighteen kinds of weapons are available.

Doesn't this look like the place that the Land of Hope should have? It's simply the combination of the treasure house and the armory of the wealthy merchants.

Ping Lan covered her mouth and let out a low voice, "Blind? My dog's eyes."

Hearing the sound, Qian Gabeiye didn't take it seriously, and laughed a little.

In the capital of hopelessness, these things have never been favored by monsters. The natural monsters claim to be noble, and the mundane things in the world are not worthy of their eyes.

Among them, Yan Mo, the master of the old capital, is the only special case. She likes to collect beautiful things that are useless in Xuandu.

After Yan Mo was slaughtered, this dark room became the possession of the new capital, and the new capital seemed to be dissatisfied with this dark room. After sitting in the entire hopeless capital, this dark room Just forgotten, shelved?

Walking to a wall of the dark room, Qiangabeye knocked back and forth a few times.

There was a loud bang, and the tightly-fitting wall suddenly shrank to both sides. Behind the stone gate, there was a barrier made of devilish energy, which was washed away by the mottled candlelight.

Qian Gabeye planed it open with his palm, tearing up the barrier, and after that, there was another wooden wall.

I didn't expect the protection of this darkroom to be so complicated, just opening the door? Three ways.After opening the wooden wall, the three of them really walked out.

Outside is a large hall surrounded by demonic energy, Qionglou Jinque, the inside of the hall is full of strange fragrance, quiet and empty, solemn and solemn, no one left.

The dark room is hidden behind a study in the side hall.

Qian Jiabeiye lost interest, and explained: "The name of this palace is Chenghuan, and it is the bedroom of the old capital master Yan Mo."

Su Changyi was thoughtful, "Since Yan Mo is dead? Who should live in this Chenghuan Palace now? Is it your master?"

"How could it be?" Qian Jiabeiye lightly tapped her red lips, and smiled brightly, "She wouldn't live in this kind of place, the place where people die is bad luck, but the place where devils die usually lingers for a long time. No? Scattered. Very cloudy!"

She asked again: "Beauty, do you know how Yan Mo died?"

Why are you telling her this?

inexplicably.

But Su Changyi really didn't know. Looking at the whole cultivation world, no one knew the truth about the massacre of Xuandu.

If the new capital master is not here, the cultivators who have heard about this matter may feel that this is an unsolved case, because they cannot go deep into Xuandu, and they don't even have the courage to dare to approach.

So, how was the natural demon seed who occupied the position of the capital of the hopeless capital for thousands of years killed?

Su Changyi also wanted to know, so he followed the topic and asked, "Do you think I know what your master did?"

Qian Jiabeiye's red tongue was like the snake letter of a poisonous snake, she licked her lips enchantingly, with a charming vigor, she laughed jokingly and said: "At that time, Yan Mo was having fun, and was disturbed by someone breaking in ? Good thing..."

"Get to the point." Su Changyi couldn't help grinding his teeth.

Qian Jiabei laughed at Ye, and then suddenly said seriously: "It was gutted on the spot——"

"The blood fell on the imperial concubine's couch, dyeing the whole white fox fur blood red, and the torn internal organs were trampled to pieces in the end."

Without seeing the real picture, just listening to the narration, one can imagine what kind of bloody scene it was.

"Er..." Ping Lan shrank her shoulders, fumbling her head dizzily, "It's so raw, cruel..."

Su Changyi deeply felt the same, but for some reason, his consciousness was no longer very clear.

Something was stirring randomly in the depths of consciousness, the ability to distinguish, analyze, defend, and resist was pulled down one after another, and the sight in front of him gradually became dizzy.

What exactly happened here??

"Pinglan, have you noticed... the head..."

Su Changyi raised his hand and knocked on the head. He walked steadily towards Ping Lan, when a muffled "bang" sounded in his ear.

She stood still, as if hesitating or not, but also as if she was trying to figure out what was going on with the sound.

Suddenly, a person came over and embraced her in his arms.

The warm embrace like spring and the lingering body fragrance should make people feel shy and happy, but now it is extremely cold.The whole body is still entangled by poisonous snakes, and the person holding her seems to be spitting out blood snake letter, showing her poisonous fangs, and she is in the blurred vision, from those smiling eyes See? Dangerous and bleak.

I thought it was the gurgling water that moved people's hearts, but it was the snow in March in Yangchun, it was so cold? A spring.

Qionglou Jinque, in the majestic hall, Qian Jiabeiye hugged people with an unpredictable expression.

She stretched out her hand, hooked her fingertips, and saw that in a breath, the devilish energy filling the entire hall, at a speed visible to the naked eye, rushed into her wrist like a sea of ​​clouds.

There was a bracelet made of red string, and a black obsidian-like bead was strung in the middle.

The magic energy poured into this black bead.

The devilish energy in the Chenghuan Hall, is it devilish or not? It is the strange fragrance produced by a devil seed under the Jiuzhong behind Xuandu? Moyuan.

The strange fragrance of the demon species is rare, and only the ten thousand-year-old demon species conceived in the extremely deep and overcast place of Jiuzhong?

And after the strange fragrance of the devil species reaches a certain concentration in a space, it may make a Mahayana monk lose willpower and mobility, and it also has a long-term psychedelic effect.

Qian Jiabeiye's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked carefully at the ten thousand-year-old demon seed on his wrist. Finally, he closed his eyes lightly with satisfaction, satisfaction, and buried his face in Su Changyi's neck, taking a deep breath.

She is like a drug addict, greedily envious of the body that has been reunited after a long absence.

God? I know how long she has been crazy and how restrained she is.

Waiting is undoubtedly the most tormenting thing in this world, and it can kill half of a person alive.

Panting like a collapse, Qian Jiabei picked up the person horizontally, ignored the person who fell on the ground, and carried him back the same way.

While walking, the appearance of Qianga Beiye's figure suddenly changed.The long dress with flame-cut waist was transformed into a long dress with silver moon embroidered phoenix, and two white jade wristbands with hollow patterns appeared on the arms.The figure began to rise a little, and it was taller and more slender than before. The two sky-defying long legs were dangling under the long clothes. It was almost the same. It was almost in line with that sentence. The neck is full of legs .

Looking at it from the front, even the long black hair in a bun has a few more strands of red strands added. The bun has changed from a complicated one to a simple white-winged jade crown, and a strand of red strands is left beside the eyes. , revealing the cold and sinister eyebrows and eyes.

Impressively, he looked a little familiar, this is an old friend who has experienced bloody storms and countless trials.

Chigabe night.

Qianjiabeiye, Jiabeixiang group is congratulations, and Qianyueye is taken from the homonym.

***

a year ago.

In the first month of spring, the east wind thaws, the stinging insects begin to vibrate, the fish bear the ice, the otter sacrifices the fish, the geese wait north, and the vegetation sprouts.

Xuandu is always icy? Snowy? Seeing spring, that day coincided with the snowstorm and frost, and Yan Mo had just pampered a male cultivator in Chenghuan Palace.At that time, when I was in a good mood, I was interested, so I waved and ordered to banish the demons to play with the monks.

This is a game called hitting the bullseye. Put chains around the necks of a group of villains and let them flee in all directions. To see which villain runs the farthest, he will be rewarded. Longbow and an arrow.

Then he was ordered to shoot at the designated fleeing person. If the shot was good, he could be spared from playing with him, but if the shot failed, he would die instead.

When He Qingxie arrived with Kunwu Sword for the first time, he witnessed a vicious scene.

The reason why the most evil people are called the most evil is that even the most evil people are afraid of notoriety.

Seeing this scene of cannibalism, the group of demons erupted, clapping their hands and applauding on the ice field.Yan Mo was sitting on the imperial concubine's couch, and his snow-white jade-like long legs stepped on the back of a monk. The monk knelt on the ground and shivered, his whole body was in a state of near collapse.

In the distance, I saw a monk shooting an arrow with a bow, his movements were elegant, like clouds, his face was like a devil's obsessed, his soft tongue licked the small vermilion lips, and he clapped his hands lazily.

"Clap clap-"

After the applause sounded.

All of a sudden, the entire ice field gradually quieted down, like a boiling iron pot being suddenly covered.

"Pull that person over."

As soon as the words fell, he held a monster at the other end of the chain, opened his hand and sucked it, the chain shrank and contracted, and the sound of collision swung across the ice field for a while.

The monk who shot seven people to death in a row was violently pushed to Yan Mo's feet.

He hugged Yan Mo's white leg like jade in panic, and said in panic, "Du, Du Lord?"

Yan Mo smiled softly, and raised the monk's jaw with the tip of his other toe, revealing a handsome face with sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

"Are you afraid of me?" Yan Mo leaned down, and scratched the exquisitely shaped lips with his fingertips painted with blood red Kodan.

"No? No? No, the capital is as beautiful as a fairy, how can it make people fearful if it looks like a flower?"

The only way to survive in Xuandu is to become Yan Mo's confidant or confidant.It is rumored that Yan Mo loves good-looking?

In this way, there will be a chance for monks to gain support in Xuandu by virtue of their appearance.

Yan Mo seemed to be amused by these words. He smiled and caressed the man's handsome eyebrows with his fingertips, and said with his red lips: "Cultivation? People in the world? Are they all blind? Are you like this?" Good-looking boy, what kind of villain is he? Come, tell me, why were you exiled here?"

The monk's face was solemn, and suddenly he slumped like a mourning concubine, and put his hand into the smooth place under the other party's skirt, hesitantly said: "Return to the capital, yes, it was the villain who forced... ?The head's daughter..."

In an instant, the group of demons burst into laughter, pointing at him and cursing: "Beast."

"brute!"

"Pigs and dogs? Like!"

and so on.

The group of demons don't bother to do dirty things like this, and most of these exiled disciples of the cultivator have done it over and over again.

Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality.

Yan Moyan laughing? Yan Yan made a silent gesture, "Is that all?"

The monk's face turned pale quickly, and the hand that was under the skirt suddenly stopped. His lips trembled slightly, and he closed his eyes as if he was going to die, and he added a sentence.

"After being discovered, I was slaughtered? His whole family."

Being forced to confess what he did to his face did not bring him the joy and satisfaction he wanted in his heart, but instead made him feel like he was facing an abyss and walking on thin ice.

Humans and demons are different after all, but they are also the same.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

All of a sudden, the entire ice field was filled with laughter of various voices, full of contempt and disdain, especially Yan Mo's laughter was the most hearty, she swept towards the crowd who had lowered her head into the dust The monks in the middle are very comfortable.

"I'm afraid of ghosts, but ghosts didn't hurt me at all, am I? I'm afraid of people, but people hurt me all over [1]. Is this the truth?"

All the monks knelt on the ground, surrounded by monsters holding their chains to control them, but they were powerless to resist, and became prisoners, dust that was not even like a dog.

Thinking about how wanton it was to do harm to nature and reason, burning, killing and looting at the beginning? Compared with today's scenery, it's just a kind of cause and effect, and everything is to blame for it.

"Come on, take him with you and drive him back to the palace."

After enjoying himself, Yan Mo rubbed the monk's lips, smiled evilly, and ordered.

***

In the distance, He Qingxie, who had witnessed everything, frowned when he heard that Yan Mo deliberately asked the cultivator what mistake he had made. After the group of demons returned to their lair, they did not loosen their brows.

At this time, Tian Dao couldn't stand it anymore, so he asked, "Remember what you have done?"

He Qingxie didn't respond.

Tian? Dao then continued to say in a strange way: "Forcing the daughter of the head of the sect, and massacring the entire sect of the master, this is still exiled to Xuandu. If the whole cultivation world knows that you are asleep? Junyao Xianzun, why don't you sleep?" The villain said ruthlessly, then you don’t even have to go to Xuandu. That’s Jun! You! Immortal Venerable! In the past hundred years, the female cultivator who is most likely to be on the immortal journey! Other monks are waiting to see Junyao Immortal Venerable one day Chengxian, you are lucky, you pierced it with one finger?..."

"No? No one will think you are dumb when you speak!" He Qingxie narrowed his phoenix eyes and clenched his fists, as if he wanted to kill someone.

God? Dao was frightened and silent.

***

Evening, Xu time? A moment.

The inner door of Chenghuan Hall is wide open, surrounded by demon energy, and full of spring emotions.

On the imperial concubine's couch above the high hall, a song full of meat fragrance and ambiguous is being played!

Song!

a song!

Sliding up and down, retracting and releasing, going back and forth, the patterns are ever-changing, it is really not simple, long-lasting movement, full of wisdom and meaning, between one up and one down , Speed ​​and strength coordination, physical and mental exercise, ups and downs, ups and downs, the eternal law, turn and turn, turn and turn without stopping, blooming the fire of life.

A ball of fire burns the heart, burns away the confusion in the heart, the raging heat is energy, and it needs to be refined after a thousand tempers. A ball of fire burns the heart, breaks through obstacles, isn't it timid, self-improvement, growth To break through, the years of youth are in my hands, ah——[2]

The moment he stepped into Chenghuan Hall, He Qingxie held Kunwu in his hand, thinking about what Heavenly Dao said on the ice field.

"To capture the thief, you must capture the king. Yan Mo is the master of the entire Xuandu, and if you take her down, you can take down the entire Xuandu."

"Although Yan Mo has always dominated Xuandu, Xuandu and the cultivation world have lived in peace for a hundred years. No one or monster has not relaxed their vigilance after going through this long period of time."

Perhaps because of this, when Yan Mo believed that Xuandu could still be evenly matched with the cultivation world, he would not hesitate to play with monks and humiliate them in Xuandu.

But it's a pity, the hundred years of playing tricks, tonight, I'm afraid it will stop here.

One person and one demon on the imperial concubine's couch were fighting fiercely.

Belonging to Yan Mo's hearty female voice, sometimes low-pitched, sometimes high-pitched, it's like tearing her throat.

Cheng Huan Hall at this time? Excluding one person and one demon, there is only He Qingxie who broke into this place alone.

"Keng" sounded crisply.

Kun Wu got out of the sheath, and the expressions of the two people on the couch were different.

The cultivator who was favored today was making the final attack with a flushed face. He shrank immediately after being frightened by the crisp sound, his body went limp, and he didn't dare to move again.

And Yan Mo's forehead was covered with thin sweat, his breasts trembled slightly in the cold air, his expression was calm, he smiled and hooked his lips, his long fingers painted with Kodan slid from the vermilion lips and teeth, and his soft tongue licked from the base of his fingers to the fingertips.

The other hand raised and slapped the monk on the face fiercely, "Trash!" After cursing, he mercilessly kicked him off from under him.

"what--"

Unprepared? Just in time to be kicked under the couch, the monk screamed in shock. That part was still naked, wet and exposed to the air, and his face was full of astonishment. He hurriedly covered it with his hands.

At the same time, he quickly pulled the long skirt over his legs and stood up from the imperial concubine's couch. Yan Mo smiled lazily and said: "The guest from afar has come here, so don't take offense if he fails to welcome you from afar."

He Qingxie first glanced away at the cultivator, with a dignified look. The brows were dyed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a disgusted cold light shone in the dark matte-textured phoenix eyes.

Yan Mo put on his skirt and got up, and landed barefoot on the cold floor.

The pink and round toes lightly touched the floor, and they came towards her lightly.

"I haven't seen a female cultivator for thousands of years?" She said.

Most of the cultivators who committed heinous crimes in the cultivation world were male cultivators, so few female cultivators came here.

Yan Mo thought about it? Did she feel it? Yes, she scratched her face lightly with her long fingers, as if embarrassed, "It's not true for a thousand years? That's right..." With a smile, "500 years ago, there seemed to be a A famous female cultivator, who was poisoned by the enchanting snake, ran away after the same sect set up the Nine Nether Sensation, and finally slaughtered? There are countless people from the master sect... What is the name of the female cultivator..."

"Report, capital master," the monk who hastily put on his robes and knelt on the ground thought blankly, "Are you referring to Xingci, the first disciple of the former head of Shangqingxu?"

"Hehehehe," Yan Mo covered his mouth with an evil smile, and finally satisfied, pointing out, "Yes, yes, it's Xingci!"

Speaking of this, He Qingxie's entire face was covered with clouds.

When she went to Lingqing Hall before, the head of the sect had narrated the matter about Xingci in public. She not only knew about Xingci, but also knew about a female cultivator named Pinglan.

She is Xingci's lover of double cultivation.

After a moment of distraction, Yan Mo had already walked in front of her, admiring this captivating face in a blink of an eye, with a dazed expression, as if immersed in his own consciousness.

For a moment, she suddenly raised her hand to touch that face, muttering to herself.

"This beautiful beauty, you came here alone, aren't you afraid..."

She paused? Paused.

"Is there no return?!"

As soon as the words fell, the nails painted with Kodan suddenly grew a few inches longer, and scratched directly at He Qingxie's face.

"I hate other people prettier than me?!"

The sharp and high-pitched female voice was tearing, black air suddenly overflowed from the eyes, Yan Mo's moves were as fast as thunder, his claws were fierce, and he stared at her with deep hatred.

Sudden changes occurred, He Qingxie reacted quickly, and fought back with his sword.

bang bang bang --

A series of crisp sounds reverberated in the Hall of Chenghuan, Kunwu's sword was sharp, Yan Mo's claws were like knives, and the two sides collided.

Just now, he was like a monk begging for mercy on his knees. When he saw the sudden change, he picked up his boots and ran away. When he ran, he didn't forget to close the door.

"Where did you come from as a female cultivator?! You are so courageous!"

The red claws grabbed He Qingxie's eyes sharply. With this claw, his whole face would definitely be disfigured.He Qingxie reacted quickly and turned his head to dodge. With a twist of his wrist, the long sword directly slashed back. Yan Mo's waist was shaken by the cleansing sword energy, and his whole body stretched his arms, and slid back on his toes. The sword qi flashed through the air while flying in the air.

Kunwu can definitely use the spiritual power of the sword spirit, so the chances of winning are greater, but He Qingxie doesn't want to use it.

It's like she is insisting on something that cannot be compromised. Once she compromises, it will show her fault. She has lost, and she has lost completely.

He Qingxie raised his sword and rushed over, that Yanmo smiled sarcastically, commenting on Cai Cai's trick.

"The sword is top-grade, and its strength is enough, but it's a pity... isn't it human? It's just a useless person, without even a golden core," Yan Mo's claws gathered monstrous demonic energy, and the Yin God said viciously, "The warm-up is over ?, now, taste my ghost claws!" It was too late and then too fast, and as soon as the words fell, Yan Mo put his right hand across his chest, and rushed forward with all his strength.

The Nether Ghost Claw mixed with black demonic energy became more aggressive and vicious, the air in the void was constantly tearing apart, and He Qingxie's golden elixir was shattered, and it was only supported by sword skills? As a result, he was killed by ten strokes.

bang bang bang --

The claw wind that kept piercing the air fell on his ears like a tear, and He Qingxie only felt his arms go numb from Kunwu's shock.

In the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, Tian? Dao even insulted her and called her a fool.

Yan Mo flew over, chasing her, and the red claws that turned 360 degrees fell on the sword, a little on her chest, arm, and a cut on her right jaw.

"boom!"

He Qingxie let out a soft "hiss" from the pain, and at the moment of flashing his mind, he was suddenly kicked out of the air.

"Boom" sounded.

The whole person slammed heavily on the closed gate of the palace. The gate of the palace was tall and thick. It was made of high-quality pear flower wood, which was as hard as a stone.This time, a crack was abruptly smashed, and it almost killed her half.

He Qingxie fell to the ground, as if she had been crushed, her whole body was in great pain, her internal organs seemed to be displaced, the pain was so painful that she couldn't breathe.

Rivers of blood flowed from the two arms and the chest, and the snow-white robe was soaked in the overflowing blood, pools of bright red were like flames blooming on the snow-capped mountains, the red was hot and warm.

The author has something to say: Little Ah Xie, rush to the duck!

[1]: Slightly modified from "I'm Scared of Ghosts"

[2]: Borrow a fragment from "Fire of Youth"

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