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This was the first time Qi Feiluan saw Feng Yi take off his silver mask.

Different from Ming Zhao's ivory white robe, Feng Yi's clothes are pure frost white.

Just like the one that Qi Feiluan once cared about in his heart, a spotless soul.

Because of the ivory color, Mingzhao always gives people a tired feeling of leaning on a dangerous building. Now that old color has faded, the silk like frost and snow flows, adding a sense of coolness.

Da Hong always knew that she looked good in white clothes, but the change in Yu Ci's attire at this moment was not just a simple change of clothes with a slightly different color.

She has an extra accessory.

It is the jewelry that I specially asked a famous designer to customize for this role, using one of her favorite materials——

Paraiba.

The most beautiful blue color in the world, cut into the shape of falling tears, the chain ring made of sterling silver meanders to outline the lines with grass elements, smooth, simple and unique.

She quietly handed over this high-end jewelry to the stylist, hoping to add it to Ming Zhao's style.

It's a pity that after Ming Zhao's appearance came out, he didn't use it.Di Hong once went to ask the reason, and the stylist said that Ming Zhao's shape was not suitable for such luxurious jewelry, so she had to give up.At that time, she thought, if there are any banquets in the future, it will be the same for Yu Ci to wear.It's just that there is some regret in my heart, because this is not only for Yu Ci, but also for Ming Zhao played by Yu Ci.

It is not an ordinary high-end jewelry, it is wrapped with a unique meaning, just like Yu Ci's Ming Zhao, it is unparalleled in the world.

But I didn't expect Yu Ci to be used at the end.

It was originally a necklace, but Yu Ci adorned it on his forehead.

The long hair that was usually scattered on the cheeks was all tied up, and only fragments of hair fluttered slightly with her movements.

There was no sound in the Hall of Resurrection, and the woman slowly sat down on the main seat. Her clothes were as snowy as snow, her black hair was like a waterfall, and the center of her eyebrows was a little pure blue, which complemented the four walls, and endless brilliance flowed through it.

Most of the people here have seen Ming Zhao's appearance. Once she shows her face, it means that Ming Zhao is Feng Yi is no longer a secret. No one expected that she would pierce this layer of paper by herself.You look at me, I look at you, speechless for a moment.

"Valley Master."

At the critical moment, Zhuli still held his breath, stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

"I heard from the master that the owner of the valley has found the legacy of the Taoist sect, and this disciple came here today to ask for medicine."

Ming Zhaoyou glanced over, but smiled silently, as if waiting for something.

Sure enough, within a short while, the remaining six gates of the Hall of Resurrection were opened together. The skylight fell on the eight open gates, but was blocked by the other eight shadows that were slowly approaching. The dead air all around was sealed together into the heavy coffin.

The team of eight coffins was like eight black dragons, they were carried into the hall against the sunlight, and there was a heavy muffled sound when they were put down, and the fine particles of dust rose and fell in the beam of light.

There are 64 coffins in the hall, and there are boundless bones outside the hall. All eyes, whether angry or hated, are locked on Ming Zhao.

The faint voice of the old man twisting his beard and laughing resounded in the hall.

"May the owner of the valley be willing to lend a helping hand?"

This is not asking, but forcing.

Maybe living people don't have the courage to stand together, but the 64 coffins in the town are like the intersection of Yin and Yang, with piercing eyes, forcing the person on the chief seat to have nowhere to retreat.

But Mingzhao's expression hardly changed, and his half-smile eyes looked over the coffins, "Dead people can't be resurrected, how can Master Wuying want me to help?"

"The owner of the valley has been promoted. My faction has been lost in the catastrophe, and I have long since ceased to regard myself as a Taoist."

Wuying Dao sighed: "It's just that there are survivors in these children's sects. I don't want to see them end up like me in the future."

He said this as if he was pitying himself, but in fact there was an overtone.One is to say that all the members of his sect died under the hands of Nishang, which is equivalent to death under the hands of Ming Zhao. This is the hatred of destroying the sect; The survivors, if Mingzhao is not eliminated today, they will end up in the same fate as themselves.

The fire in everyone's eyes burned even hotter. No matter what, Mingzhao must be eliminated today, and the medicine cited in the third flavor Yunzhuan Tianshu - Xuanmen's legacy.

"I didn't ask you to make excuses," Ming Zhao's eyes finally fixed on the face of Wuying Daochang, "What I asked just now was, what method do you want me to use to save the dead?"

Wuying paused, and the creases on his cheeks deepened: "I have heard for a long time that Feng Yigu has the art of flesh and bones of the living dead. I think the owner of the valley knows better than me how to cure the dead."

Ming Zhao smiled and said, "I really don't know about it, why don't you call out the person who told you this rumor, and ask him?"

Wu Ying's smile faded this time, he looked left and right, and Zhuangruo inadvertently cast his eyes on Elder Meng Si beside the main seat.

Elder Meng Si was a little flustered by this look, and this panic soon fell into Ming Zhao's eyes.

"Meng Si, you know?"

Her voice is beautiful, like the sound of a piano like a green spring, but at this time it is a burst of life-threatening sounds.

Meng Si immediately swayed and knelt down, "Gu, the owner of the valley..."

"Now that you know it, tell me the method. It is also a merit to save those who died in vain." Ming Zhao leaned against the wide edge of the handrail with his chin in his hands, and the tearful tourmaline on his forehead followed her. With a slight movement, the blue light flowed, but it was even more chilly.

"It just happened to let me listen to it, what kind of magical technique is it, even I don't know."

Meng Si hesitated for a moment and didn't dare to get up and didn't dare to procrastinate any longer. He spoke quickly: "I have heard that there is a kind of constitution in the world. Because it carries glands of the same origin as the neon clothes, it will not be killed by the toxin of the neon clothes. At the same time, its flesh and blood It also has the effect of detoxifying neon clothes. If, if it is combined with the ancient prescription recorded in the Yunzhuan Tianshu, it may be feasible to live to the death of human flesh and bones."

"Maybe it's feasible? That means you're not sure either?" Ming Zhao's smile was slightly cold, and the shadows hung over his delicate eyebrows and eyes.

Meng Si was sweating profusely, "Nine times out of ten, it's feasible."

"Then how do we find someone with this physique?!"

"That's right, if you just say that, how long will we have to look back, and my sister may not be able to be rescued by the time we find someone!"

"What if we have worked so hard to find someone but can't save him?!"

"There is only one bone left, it's a lie..."

"..."

"Hahahaha, my friends, please be safe and don't be impatient." The Wuying old man twitched his beard and smiled again.

Sure enough, everyone quieted down. Although they were all summoned by Zhuli, Wuying was planning and deploying almost every link of the whole operation, so his convincing power was also very high in everyone's hearts, and he influenced everyone's hearts invisibly. and action.

Wuying sighed, and looked at Mingzhao meaningfully, his eyes flickering: "It's far away in the sky, but it's close in front of us."

The crowd was silent, and gradually there were rustling sounds. Seeing that it was almost the same, Wu Ying narrowed his eyes and added: "It's easy for Gu Zhu to manipulate the neon clothes, must he never be afraid of them?"

As soon as the sound came out, the crowd immediately boiled like a frying pan, and the voices of people rushed like cascading waterfalls like torrents in the entire Hall of Resurrection, rushing back and forth.

Mingzhao still has such a miraculous physique?They didn't take the resurrection of the dead to heart. They carried the coffins of their dead relatives and friends to the hall. One was to give them courage to go to the decisive battle, and the other was to persecute Mingzhao and put Mingzhao under psychological pressure. Tell her to pay for everyone's life.

The intention to kill Mingzhao has long been there, and Wuying's words undoubtedly poured oil on this already burning killing intent, crackling and crackling on the dry wood of hatred, burning more and more vigorously, gathering into a fire dragon with teeth and claws. Let's roar in anger!

On the high seat, Mingzhao bowed his head sideways, his face obscured by the light and shadow.All kinds of voices came and went, basically they all had one meaning: to ask Mingzhao to hand over his flesh and blood as medicine.

Wu Ying is very satisfied with the situation he has created: "In the past, the Buddha used his body to feed tigers, but now the owner of the valley uses his body as medicine, and the death of human flesh and bones is also a great merit and virtue, which can avoid the supreme sin."

The implication of this could not be more obvious, and everyone understands this in their hearts. Mingzhao has done a lot of evil, and using flesh and blood as medicine is the price she has to pay, and this life should be returned to them.

"Wuying Dao has long read Taoist classics, and he is also familiar with Buddhist allusions. The past 70 years have not been in vain."

Mingzhao looked over with bright phoenix eyes, even Wuying felt a little uncomfortable.

"If you want to use Buddha as a comparison, don't bring me. How can I be capable?" Mingzhao lazily changed his posture and leaned back, and said leisurely, "But if you compare someone here, I would I am convinced."

A strange color flashed across Wuying's face: "Oh? Who is the owner of the valley talking about?"

Mingzhao's gaze swept across a group of martial arts heroes in the hall, and finally fell on Qi Feiluan who had been silent all this time.

He smiled maliciously, revealing his silver teeth.

"Bamboo Lek."

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then cursed in their hearts, but they didn't dare on the surface.

They don't know what Mingzhao means by talking about Zhuli at this time, but they know that Zhuli is the savior of many of them, and if there is no Zhuli this time, it is impossible for them to force Feng Yigu and Mingzhao .

Zhuli's face was solemn and confused, and Wuying's face was also calm and complacent, and he began to ponder Mingzhao's intentions.

Only Elder Meng Si's face was pale.

"Don't you all know?" Ming Zhao asked knowingly.

Wherever she looked, Qi Feiluan remained silent, only his hands were tightly clenched under the fence.

don't say please...

Do not say……

Do not say!

Ming Zhao laughed loudly: "This kind of physique is not unique in the world. Although it is one in a million, it will be born every hundred years. I came here a hundred years ago, and the one in a hundred years is right in front of you."

Qi Feiluan closed his eyes in despair.

Everyone was silent for a long time.

I don't know whether to be shocked by the fact that Mingzhao has remained unchanged for over a hundred years, or by the fact that there is another person with the same physique in front of them...

what?

Everyone finally realized what Ming Zhao meant——

Zhuli also has this kind of physique? ?

Does that mean... Zhuli is also an excellent medicine to revive their relatives and friends? !

The people who were close to Zhuli retreated subconsciously, leaving a small circle, and the wind blowing in from the open gate of Huisheng Hall blew on their backs.

Even Wu Ying's eyes flickered a few times.

Some things are best not to point out, once pointing out is like uncovering the skin of the propriety, righteousness and shame, revealing the real and naked, naked and terrifying people? Desires? Inner heart.

There is no choice that is not cruel.

It was born to tear apart the appearance of nothingness.

Hesitating at the intersection of giving up one's life for righteousness,

Suddenly, the water turned and the stone turned, and another road was opened for them to choose.

Rather than risking his life against Ming Zhao,

Kill a bamboo lek,

Too simple.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, because I really don't know how to write this kind of forced group play. I checked a lot of reference materials in the past few days, and I also watched seven versions of the six major factions besieging Guangmingding. To poke Zhang Wuji emmmmm... I don't know the effect of writing, I'm dizzy.

I originally wanted to write today to finish, but I'm sorry, I'm really too weak, I'm too weak.

I also changed the format, do you think this is more comfortable to read?

Because of all the sentences, I feel that I am quite influencing the thinking, and you will feel tired after watching it, right? ?Then I saw that many authors are in this format, I like it better, so I will try it!