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Jiang Yumian almost turned into an afterimage, rushing towards the mountain hall.

He had a premonition in his heart that something must have happened to Hanxu Dongtian, but Pei Ming remained motionless deep in the palace.

They made an agreement that they would meet up first when they came in, but Pei Ming didn't come to look for him, obviously something happened to him, or he guessed in a bad direction, he was trapped.

The thousand-story stone steps passed by in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Yumian stopped suddenly, before the third mountain gate.

The bluestone steps go up the mountain, high and steep, with lush forests on both sides. At this time, there is no sound and fireworks, and it looks deep and quiet.

He saw a tall black-clothed monk standing tall on dozens of steps, with a trace of blood remaining on the heavy knife in his hand, it was the man called Wandao.

After meeting those fierce eyes, everyone knew that the visitor was not kind.

The Pohun sword came out of its sheath, with a sharp cold light, as if even the air was pierced by the blade.

Wan Dao jumped down.

Jiang Yumian raised his hand to hold the unsheathed Pohun sword, and jumped into the air in an instant.

When powerful enemies meet, swords and knives are no longer held back, stirring up turmoil around the world.

The two volleying through dozens of moves in a blink of an eye, Jiang and the night clothes flew up, almost stepping on the treetops, and wrestled with each other in the next moment.

The spiritual energy oscillated and swept across the surroundings. The bamboo forest was blown wildly by the strong wind, but there was a young man in the bamboo forest who was about to play the piano.

This is the first time Jiang Yumian has encountered a strong enemy in ten years, and it is very difficult.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano sounded in the bamboo forest, which was empty and far away, pleasant to the soul.

The soothing sound of the piano gradually changed, urgent and fast, and the invisible murderous intent swayed around like a tide, leaving no gaps.

Jiang Yumian slashed thousands of knives away with a sword, turned his body in the air, and flew to a high place to avoid the murderous intent of the piano sound.

The bamboo forest was blown to the outside by the rippling sound of the piano, and at the center was the young man playing the piano.

His brows and eyes were indifferent, his eyes were slightly lowered, and his expression seemed to be immersed in the music of the piano.

The invisible murderous intent struck again, and there was another frontal attack with ten thousand knives. Jiang and Mian felt quite tricky, and it was difficult to escape from the two men's attack.

The hem of his clothes was cut by the sound of the piano, his eyes were slightly darkened, the ink hanging behind his back was raised, and a little bit of ice and snow appeared all over his body.

The snowflakes formed quickly and fell slowly.

The Pohun sword climbed up to Baishuang, and Jiang Yumian held the sword in both hands. Amidst the faster and faster music of the piano, a storm blew up.

A move of Slashing Frost and Cold came down, forcing the zither and the knife back one after another. Amidst the snowflakes in the sky, Jiang and Mian stood on the mountain gate, breathing a little.

The retreating Wan Dao stabilized his figure, still standing on the steps, he turned his head to look at the bleeding left arm, a mad look flashed in his eyes, he thrust the heavy knife into the ground, and tore off the left arm with his hand. sleeves.

It's been a long time, and I haven't met anyone who can hurt him again for a long time.

Wan Dao tore off a section of his sleeve, and directly entangled his injured arm. He didn't choose to heal the wound, but just pulled out the saber, rough and brutal.

Jiang Yumian could tell from his expression that he was driven mad.

As for the people in the bamboo forest, they found a place to sit cross-legged and played the qin on their laps.

These two people are really difficult to deal with, and their cultivation base far surpasses all the golden core monks he has encountered before.

The messenger talisman on his waist moved slightly, this talisman was used by him and Pei Ming.

"Master, if you are in danger, go quickly."

The apprentice's suppressed and slightly anxious voice came from it, but Jiang Yumian didn't have time to answer, Wan Dao and Wu Qin's attacks came at the same time.

The sound of the piano is high and fast, and the murderous intention is complete.

When the Pohun sword moved, it sounded like a whistling sound, countering the sound of the piano with the sound of the sword, and collided with the heavy knife at the same time.

At such an urgent time, Jiang Yumian thought in his heart that he has often retreated for the past ten years, and his cultivation seems to be advanced, but he still ignores that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people.

It seems that after going back, I will practice playing against people more.

The heaviness in his heart eased a little after thinking about these things. Pei Ming was still trapped in the palace, and he didn't know what kind of danger he was facing. Jiang Yumian's offensive became more and more fierce.

However, in the case of evenly matched cultivation bases, if there is a chance of winning one-on-one, but it happens to be one-on-two, he quickly loses the upper hand.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Jiang Yumian wiped off the blood on his lips, leaving no blood on his body.

As soon as he stood firmly, he turned around abruptly, and met the person behind him with a slap, his spiritual energy surged instantly, and this slap inevitably aggravated his injury.

The third person behind him was wearing a silver mask, tall and slender, only showing a pair of lazy eyes.

"So it's the Snow Mountain School Immortal Master Jiang."

If Pei Ming was present, one could tell by the voice that this was the person on the throne in the front hall.

Jiang Yumian was flanked by three people. Hearing this, he didn't speak, trying to see the clue from this man's face.

Being able to recognize him means that he may be someone who has seen it before, but it is not necessarily true. The Pohun Sword is included in the top [-] famous sword books, and anyone can see it.

Even the voice of the man wearing the mask was lazy, he didn't have anything extra to say, and said, "Since you're here, I'd like to ask Immortal Master Jiang to stay for a few days."

Wan Dao and Wu Qin, who were temporarily on the offensive, heard this and started to attack again.

Jiang Yumian naturally refused to arrest him without a fight, but soon, he was ambushed by a third person.

The spiritual power lock trapped his left hand, and his inner strength and mental skills stagnated for a moment, and then he started to work much slower, making him unable to exert his strength.

A long sword approached silently, and it was too late to dodge, piercing through his abdomen.

Jiang Yumian paused, but immediately released the life-and-death contract before the injury shifted.

The man wearing the mask is far stronger than him, if he really wants to kill him, he can definitely do it, he can't drag Pei Ming down.

Moreover, the master-servant contract is the most unequal. Once the master is injured, he will transfer the injury to the servant in order to save his life.

Minor injuries are fine, as the master, he can control them, but once they are seriously injured, the life-death contract will work spontaneously, and he can't let Pei Ming, who has just established his foundation, bear such a serious injury for him.

Before releasing the life-and-death contract, he knew that Pei Ming's life was not in danger, so he couldn't get involved.

After capturing Jiang Yumian, who was seriously injured, Wan Dao's brows were full of hostility. He had just fought head-to-head, but had to stop. It was really not fun.

The man wearing the mask glanced at him and knew what was going on in his heart, but he didn't care too much. Where there are so many people who are upright, arresting talents is the right thing to do, so why bother with the means.

in the palace.

Pei Ming only knew that the person in the front hall who made him feel extremely dangerous had left, so he shot and killed Mei Luoxue's fake, he didn't know that the other party was going to deal with Jiang Yumian.

And after losing the life-and-death contract connected with Jiang Yumian, his sanity fell into chaos.

Chaos Shenmu appeared in his mind, and the memory of coming to Hanxu Cave Heaven in his previous life was gloomy.

He remembered the coffin made of divine wood, and he also remembered that he killed all those who tried to stop him. The time he came to Hanxu Cave in his previous life was actually very similar to the corpses he saw in this life, except that the murderer was different.

He was in extreme pain, trembling all over, and veins appeared on his forehead, but everything was hidden under the mask and could not be seen.

Deeply buried memories are awakened.

Jiang Yumian died.

Pei Ming could clearly see the person in the coffin in his memory, his breathing was stagnant, as if his heart had stopped beating.

In the chaos, he couldn't distinguish the past life from the present life, and could only look around in a daze.

Obviously the master was still lying in front of him just now, but he disappeared all of a sudden.

Seeing that he was full of flaws, Gu Xiao used a fire talisman to block Mei Luoxue's way, and flew forward to deal with the person who appeared suddenly.

Pei Ming didn't notice the movement around him at all, his protective spiritual power had already been loosened, and he hardly had any defenses.

Gu Xiao slashed at his head with a sword in the air, and he only looked up.

The sword qi set off a strong wind, and the mask on his face was split in two from the middle, and he fell to the ground.

Although the barrier formed at the critical moment blocked the blow, Pei Ming was still injured.

A line of blood gradually appeared between his brows, which was nothing in the apse full of blood and corpses.

Pei Ming blinked, and raised his hand to wipe away the blood that flowed from the center of his eyebrows with his fingertips. His eyes were chaotic and crazy, and there was no sign of half-consciousness.

Even though he was injured, he looked at Gu Xiao who was standing opposite and only asked: "Where is my master?"

Even Gu Xiao didn't expect him to ask such a question, his expression was surprised, and he didn't expect that the one hiding in the dark would be a young man with a bit of childishness.

But judging from the moment when the other party chopped off his head with the killer, he knew that he was definitely not a kind-hearted person.

"Looking for your master?" Gu Xiao asked with a smile, looking very kind.

"Yes, you know?" Pei Ming looked a little anxious.

"Of course I know." Gu Xiao smiled unabated, suddenly changed the subject and said: "If you wait, you will see him."

Pei Ming was not sober yet, so he didn't understand the meaning behind his words at all. It's just that he couldn't get an accurate answer, so he suddenly became irritable, and even his expression became gloomy and violent.

If you don't tell him, you will die.

Gu Xiao was planning to solve this unexpected trouble with his hands, but saw the face of the person in front of him suddenly changed, he realized something was wrong and then retreated abruptly.

Pei Ming was shrouded in a heavy cloud, and the light around him became dim.

Not only the yin energy in his soul, but also the yin energy from all the dead bodies in the palace gathered towards him.

The memory from the abyss strikes again. In that kind of place, there is no peace after death, and countless ghosts covet fresh ghosts to fill the never-satisfying belly.

He escaped countless chases, but finally fell into the evil spirits and his party in the dark abyss, and even lost his memory ever since.

When he woke up again, he had already occupied a corner of the abyss, and he had countless evil spirits and monsters under him, making him the king of ghosts in the underworld.

Pei Ming's memory was confused again, he thought he was still in the abyss, and the souls around him were either food or for him to absorb Yin Qi.

The abyss is far away in the ghost domain, few people have entered it, just heard about it, even ghost cultivators in the yang world do not have such a strong yin energy, Gu Xiao's expression froze, he didn't know why the person in front of him suddenly became like this.

And he soon knew that he was being hated because he didn't answer where Jiang Yumian was.

Mei Luoxue who was trapped in the fire talisman turned out to be Pei Ming, she was surprised and wondered if Jiang Yumian was also nearby.

He also wanted to use Jiang Yumian's help to get out of trouble, but Pei Ming lost control in the blink of an eye, as if he was a ghost king in a ghost cultivator.

He sighed softly, the world is indeed impermanent, he thought he had rescuers, but in the end he had to rely on himself.

Now that Pei Ming and Gu Xiao met, he can use this opportunity to break the talisman and escape.

The apse was full of yin, and there were even souls howling and screaming. Mei Luoxue looked back and saw countless twisted ghosts. The fairy clothes worn by the ghosts proved their identities.

The hatred was icy cold, making the entire apse gradually cold.

The murderer was right in front of him, and Hanxu Dongtian's innocent souls hated him extremely, and the more they hated, the more negative and powerful Pei Ming would be.

The scene of thousands of ghosts screaming in grief made people unsettled, but Pei Ming took it for granted, he stared at Gu Xiao, and now realized that there was something in this man's words, and asked him to go down to find Jiang Yumian.

However, this sentence directly touched Ni Lin.