Did I dig a hole in the mass graves wrong? [Transmigration Book]

The Huajing cultivator naturally knew Yan Ruyu's identity, but what did that matter?

The friends of my young pavilion master naturally have to be protected.So when he saw Yan Ruyu stepping up the fence, he was completely frightened and hurried to catch her.

But his fingertips brushed against the edge of his shirt.

Yan Ruyu jumped off the hurdle, her figure was as light as a gust of wind, and landed in Gongsun Chen's arms.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Naturally there is still a bit."

Yan Ruyu said quietly, not daring to reveal that what he hinted to Xiao Huajing at first was to find the black boss, but he did not expect to find the white boss.

It would be a good temper if Mr. Bai knew about this.

Gongsun Chen hugged Yan Ruyu and strode out. The blood stains behind him burned up, and invisible white flames burst out from the wall. In the end, except for the pool of blood mud in the middle that disappeared, the other wreckage and remains were engulfed by the fire.

Not even a single bit of soul was left behind.

"Lianrong, where are we going?"

Big Brother Bai hugged him like a child, and Yan Ruyu had to reach out to support his shoulders and neck.

"Go to Xuanming Pavilion."

Gongsun Chen's eyes were deep, that guy had already gone.

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The fairy city where Yan Ruyu and the others settled belongs to Xuanming Pavilion, but Xuanming Pavilion is not located in this fairy city.Journey East to the mainland pays attention to avoiding the world, so besides Kaixian City, there are still many countries living in the mainland.

Some small remote border countries have never even seen immortals, only vaguely heard the legends passed down by word of mouth.

Xuanming Pavilion is exactly where no one is.

Secluded and far away.

In the Xuanming Pavilion, dozens of majestic spirit veins have taken root, pavilions, halls, grand palaces, ups and downs and winding mountains, and a strange and huge circle is dotted.This formation has been passed down from generation to generation. After tens of thousands of years of continuous additions and deletions, no one can completely control it except the pavilion master.

This large formation completely restrains all leaked spiritual energy, and also protects any monks belonging to the Xuanming Pavilion.

The disciples of Xuanming Pavilion will take a drop of heart blood to refine the lamp wick after entering the door. After their lamps are lit, their teachers can use this to determine the safety of the disciples.The lamp is with people, as long as the wick burns forever, it means that it is safe.

The life lamp of the pavilion master's lineage is placed in the innermost part.

It was already two quarters of an hour before the guards noticed that Yan Yiming's life lamp had dimmed.

They were shocked and did not dare to slack off. They immediately sent a message to report the matter directly to the Pavilion Master. When the Xuanming Pavilion Master received the news, Mrs. Qitian naturally received it too.

The two are one, and although Mrs. Qitian's relationship with the pavilion master is no longer good, she is still one of the elders in the fairy gate.

Mrs. Qitian is a nun with an ordinary appearance and a unique temperament.

She and the Pavilion Master's cultivation has reached the Dzogchen Realm, and she is one of the top monks.When she learned of this, her eldest daughter was in the hall.

Chen Gui: "Mother, I really don't like retribution."

She really didn't like Yan Yiming.

Relying on the favor of the pavilion master, Yan Yiming's private behavior is disgusting.But unfortunately, his cultivation is really good, and the pavilion master even allocated many attendants to protect him, just for fear that Mrs. Qitian would do something to his eyeball.

Mrs. Qitian smiled, "He has ghosts in his heart, and I have ghosts too. Why did I go to let myself be stained with blood, just to get rid of that stupid thing? I thought he would be murdered back then, so I advised him not to He wants to bring Yan Yiming back to raise him. He just doesn't listen, thinking that I'm jealous, and wants to bring him back... It's really stupid."

Treating the pavilion master in words is not the intimacy between husband and wife, but indifference.

"Mother, what is the fatal disaster you mentioned?"

Chen Gui was a little surprised, it was the first time she had heard Mrs. Qitian mention this matter.

Mrs. Qitian's attitude towards the children was very gentle, and she didn't hide anything when she saw Chengui asked, "Your father wanted to marry me back then, more or less because I had a trace of prophecy talent in my blood. Otherwise, Yichen would not Hui Hui's character, marrying me, an ordinary-looking Taoist couple, I'm afraid it won't be satisfactory.

"I figured that the Xuanming Pavilion would allow me to cultivate safely, so I agreed. In the past 200 years, I predicted eight times for him, and the first seven times all came true, until he ascended to the position of Pavilion Master."

Dust Mohui's Pavilion Master has only sat for about a hundred years.

After reaching the position of pavilion master, Chen Mohui no longer needs Mrs. Qitian.But Mrs. Qitian gave birth to three daughters for him, and the realm is the same as him, and there are many people in the fairy sect who admire her.

It is impossible for Chen Mohui to let his temperament change his Taoist partner, and he will not do so.

He likes colors, and Mrs. Qitian doesn't bother to care about what he does in private.

Only after he started dipping flowers and weeds outside, he never lived in the same room with him again, and later moved out of the main pavilion with a few children to find another residence.

Chen Mohui is also up to her, until 60 years ago, Mrs. Qi Tian, ​​who had always been indifferent to him, suddenly came to him.

It is said that the eighth prediction was made.

Although Chen Mohui no longer relied on prediction so much, he was also aware of Mrs. Qitian's ability, so he sat upright when he heard the words.

"Have you found your illegitimate son?"

Unexpectedly, the first sentence completely changed Chen Mohui's color.

Chen Mohui is handsome and imposing, he is just a handsome man.Mrs. Qitian stood next to him, she really looked ordinary.And these years, she didn't care about him messing around outside, Chen Mohui felt ashamed.

But if Mrs. Qitian wanted to do something to that child, he couldn't tolerate it.

He had been looking forward to it for many years before he had such a son.

Although Mrs. Qitian has no love affair with him, after all these years, she can tell what he is thinking when she sees a slight change in his face, but it is also funny and a little annoyed, "Take your thoughts away, I am too lazy to touch him. I just came here I warn you, that kid did something wrong outside, and it will come back to you in the future. If you want him and you to survive, don’t get in close contact with him, and just settle him properly.”

Chen Mo replied and didn't believe it either.

Yan Yiming has a bad personality, and he does occasionally get into trouble outside.But his talent in cultivation is also very good, especially that face is similar to his, looking at it makes him feel comfortable.

Although the daughters born to Mrs. Qitian have unique temperaments, they are not at all similar to him.

And recently, Chen Mohui is planning to include Yan Yiming's ancestry in his family tree.As long as they are members of Chen's family, they will be candidates for the pavilion master in the future, and they will save a lot of trials.

He didn't know if Mrs. Qitian saw his intention, so she used her foreknowledge to warn him.

The two parted unhappily.

Since then, Mrs. Qitian has never cared about Chen Mohui and Yan Yiming's affairs.

Chen Gui asked curiously: "Is the foreknowledge that mother said true or false?"

Mrs. Qitian smiled and pulled Chen to her side, the red mole under her lips was bright and tight, "Of course it's true."

The pavilion master Chen Mohui they mentioned was sitting in the main pavilion, his face was ashen, several elders looked at each other, wondering what happened.

Just now they were discussing the matter of recruiting disciples from the Immortal Sect. Unexpectedly, the steward sent a letter to the crane to transmit the sound. The pavilion master was furious when he heard it, and his aura enveloped the entire main pavilion. I don't know how many people fell to the ground and could not move.

When a fairy who stepped out of the realm got angry, it was as if he was engulfed by Tianwei.

"My lord, what happened?"

Chen Mohui: "My son, I don't know whether he will live or die."

The elders are aware of the incident between Chen Mohui and Mrs. Qitian, and some people look down on Chen Mohui's good looks, but those are all in private, and it is impossible to mention them on the surface.Not only can't, but on the contrary, you have to show concern.

"But something is wrong with the life lamp?"

"Ming'er will definitely not go far."

"Does the pavilion master know the specific location?"

"It's better to send someone quickly..."

Chen Mohui managed to stabilize his mind, he put a restraint on Yan Yiming, and knew where he went last.But there is the fairy city under the jurisdiction of Xuanming Pavilion, who doesn't know his identity?

How could something happen to him?

All the waiters in black stopped breathing as soon as they responded, who is so cruel?

He quickly summoned people to go, with two elders leading the team, and dozens of monks who had turned into souls. This level of combat power was enough even to go to the Miemen sect.

After the people left, he pulled himself together and arranged the recruiting matters, and then he stopped seeing people.

A lamp appeared in mid-air, it was Yan Yiming's life lamp.

The life lamp was almost so dim that it could not be seen, only the faint flame flickered frequently, as if it was about to die.

Chen Mohui originally planned to go there in person.

But at the moment when he was about to make a decision, he suddenly remembered the thing that his Taoist companion visited and warned him 60 years ago in the middle of the night.

They broke up that night, and they have been in a cold war for 60 years.

Chen Mohui wavered, standing in the main pavilion with a gloomy expression.

"That's it."

He shook his sleeves, ready to see Mrs. Qitian.

Chen Mohui wants to ask clearly, what is the so-called murderous disaster!

With his cultivation base, there are almost no people in this world who can move him.

——An ice sword passed through Chen Mohui's back silently.

Chen Mohui held the tip of the sword sticking out of his chest, sighed and said, "Whatever you say, come here."

It is obviously painful, but the door of Chen Mohui is not here.

He completely melted the ice sword in his heart, and then with a thought, he was about to rouse the guards of the auxiliary pavilion, but found that the main and auxiliary pavilions that were originally closely connected seemed to be divided into two spaces, and they could not be connected at all.

The main pavilion is the top, and there are countless auxiliary pavilions.

All of them rely on the big formation to connect with each other, and there is no room for loss.Under such circumstances, the main and auxiliary pavilions can be separated. The person who did the work is obviously very aware of the situation in the Xuanming Pavilion.

Chen Mohui was silent for a long while, in the quiet and deserted pavilion, suddenly there were four bewitching red flames rushing towards the upper right.The sky is prospering, and the sun is crimson. He has a single spiritual root of the fire element, so he is naturally more sensitive to the spiritual roots that repel him.

The originally hidden monk revealed his figure.

Chen Mohui's eyes were full of surprise, he recognized this monk.

"Gongsun Chen, you came to invade my Xuanming Pavilion, what do you want?"

Gongsun Chen, who was dressed in pitch black, said calmly.

"kill you."