I rely on tea and lotus to save Master

The next moment, the dirty blood splashed on the ground like a fountain.

Gu Jianhan relied on Wen Yan to barely stand upright, his body overflowed with demon energy, Du Shuang screamed uncontrollably, and the majestic killing intent spread towards Liu Zhiming, and the chaotic sword cut off her limbs and neck.

He has been controlling himself, telling himself that Wen Yan is still a child and cannot see too many bloody and cruel things.Be it enchantment or murder, he doesn't want to do it in front of him.

But these people always bullied his apprentice in front of him.

He deserves to die—

Dushuang's Nine Styles appeared even more domineering under the control of the devil's energy, and his whole body exuded a thick cinnabar blood red. Liu Zhiming had been a devil's head for hundreds of years, and his magic skills paled in comparison.

The entire Huashen Temple was filled with blood-red magic mist, attacking all objects in the temple indiscriminately, even Xianglan and others were involved in the erosion of the magic mist, Meng Zhao was inevitably injured, even Bai Zang's face was not very good-looking.

But Wen Yan, who bypassed the center of the magic mist, was the only one.

Gu Jianhan was out of control, his pupils were buried in red, and like a killing machine, he used all his killing moves towards Liu Zhiming, regardless of the consequences, and he didn't see the slightest stagnation.

The blood flowed all over the ground, and before they could turn into the seven-tailed centipede, their hosts turned into a pool of indistinct flesh and blood, with cramps and bones, and even their heads were smashed.

The moment Liu Zhiming's demon heart was dug out, Du Shuang, who was entangled in the magic mist, also fell to the dirty ground with a clang.Gu Jianhan sacrificed the soul-locking lamp, and nailed her demonic heart and soul to the stone wall surrounded by ghosts and shadows inside the lamp forever, and she would die forever.

Xianglan and the others are far away, but the flower demon has excellent eyesight.Seeing the tragic situation in the center of the magic mist, she desperately held on to the defensive barrier, secretly thankful that Gu Jianhan didn't move in the first place.

Liu Zhiming was a more powerful existence than the guardians of the demon palace, and not much worse than the demon king Mo Wuya, but he was so overwhelmingly killed by Gu Jianhan.

Gu Jianhan, the devil cultivator, is more terrifying than Gu Jianhan, the orthodox master.

Maybe it won't be long before a new Demon King will be added to the Three Realms. The various forces in the Demon Realm are already competing for games, and a reshuffle may be imminent.

Will he be willing to share the world with the demon king Mo Wuya, or step on Mo Wuya's corpse to ascend to a high position?

Xianglan was thinking wildly, but seeing the magic fog suddenly dissipate, Gu Jianhan knelt down beside Wen Yan, holding Wen Yan who was covered in blood, trembling violently.

"Ayan..."

The blinding leaf on Wen Yan's waist has been completely shattered.

He closed his eyes docilely, his face was calm and peaceful, and there was a smile on the corner of his lips, as if he was still very happy for something in his sleep.

It's just that his face was pale, his thin lips had completely turned dark purple, the breathing between his nose had stopped, and the warm body temperature on his body had long since disappeared, but in just nine poses, he had already turned into a cold and stiff corpse.

Gu Jianhan frantically dug out the hundred poison elixirs from the Qiankun bag, crushed them one by one and sprinkled them on his bleeding wounds, but for some reason it didn't achieve the effect of not bringing the dead back to life.

Those wounds only healed slowly, but Wen Yan's peaceful sleeping face did not change at all.

Gu Jianhan suddenly collapsed.

He hugged Wen Yan tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to seize the life that had already passed away. He was already more than three hundred years old, but at this moment he hugged Wen Yan like a child who fell too hard. Wen Yan wept bitterly.

With the uncontrollable wail and blood, he had long forgotten his demeanor and identity, and he had forgotten the group of bewildered people by the door.All he knew was to hug his Ayan tightly, otherwise he would disappear in the blink of an eye.

But his body temperature was not enough to warm Wen Yan at all, and now they hugged each other like two cold corpses, Gu Jianhan felt so cold, colder than any previous night when he tossed and turned in the ice coffin.

He tremblingly grasped Wen Yan's hand, longing for the familiar habitat like a bird that was about to freeze to death in the winter night, but the warmth and dryness there had long since disappeared, leaving only wordless loneliness and eternal coldness .

"It's okay...don't be afraid..." Gu Jianhan murmured indistinctly, touching Wen Yan's side face and wondering who he was comforting, "I will protect you... I will take you home... I will go back Home... There is still a way... There is still a way..."

The red eyes that were sealed by the shadows had long been so empty that it was ridiculous. Gu Jianhan hugged Wen Yan and walked a puppet that was in disrepair stiffly. On Yan's clothes that were soaked in poisonous blood, the blood of the two people melted together, and fell down the corners of the clothes to the recess of the Kongming sword pattern.

Blood soaked the entire sword along the Taotie sword pattern, and an amber totem sword formation slowly floated up in the air. Gu Jianhan was blocked by the sword formation, and his eyes were as cold as poison.

"Everything has a way, let nature take its course"

A line of amber spiritual characters appeared in the air, Gu Jianhan didn't want to read a single word, but seeing the color of the spiritual characters, he couldn't help but took a step forward.

so similar.

Standing in front of the Xingling characters, he choked up heavily, obviously Wen Yan was not light, but he felt that there was nothing in his arms, and the lonely ice field and the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood would swallow him up in an instant.

He couldn't even feel his own heartbeat.

"Master, don't cry, I'm not dead, I'm just going home. Thanks to Master's care these days, I'm not smart, I don't have talent in cultivation, I caused a lot of trouble to Master, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I left in such a hurry this time, there were still a lot of things I wanted to say and do with Shizun, but unfortunately all my plans fell through.Of course, even if I'm not here, the master must remember to add clothes and food, and don't spoil your body. If you can gain a lot of weight, then Ayan's spirit in the sky... Bah, Ayan will be very happy in the distance.

Master, do you love me?If you are willing to believe me, please beware of Mozun and Senior Brother, they are not good people, they will make you miserable, and you must never treat each other sincerely.

Master, forget about me.”

Gu Jianhan stood in front of that last words for a long time in a daze, blood and tears were still flowing, but the crying stopped long ago.

What's the point of reliving the whole life, even if Mo Wuya dies without a place to bury him?

He shouldn't have come to Flower God Valley in the first place.

His ayan told him to forget about him...he won't be coming back.

"Gu Zongshi." Xianglan tugged at the corner of his clothes with red eyes, choked up, "Brother Ayan wouldn't want you to be so sad."

Gu Jianhan lowered his eyes, but he was not looking at Xianglan, but at Wen Yan who seemed to be sleeping soundly in his arms.

"If he really wants...why is he so cruel and leave me alone?"

"He also asked me if I love him." He smiled lowly, his beautiful eyes were slightly bent, and the blood and tears flowed more violently, "Has he ever loved me?"

"If he is willing to realize his mistake and come back, that's all. If a lonely ghost wanders outside and refuses to return home, I will arrest him even if I committed a scourge. Do you understand?"

She doesn't know whether Wen Yan understands it or not, but she understands it anyway.

The book of life and death can be checked in the ghost world, and it is the only way to the underworld, where ghosts can most likely be blocked there.

As long as Wen Yan's soul is not broken and cannot be reincarnated, then it will be fine as long as he guards at the gate of Fengdu.

But it is not so easy to enter there, otherwise the Three Realms would have been in chaos long ago.

It is the place where the laws of heaven are densest except for Jiuchongtian, and outside monks are not allowed to enter.Once a ghost in the book of life and death disappears, Jiuchongtian will have a special ghost department in the lower realm responsible for sending out heavenly soldiers and generals to track it down.

Once found out, it will be punished by the Dao of Heaven himself, and it is a death penalty.

She wanted to persuade Gu Jianhan not to do stupid things. For thousands of years, no one has been able to bring out a ghost that should have been reincarnated from Fengdu. They are often condemned to death by heaven before they have time to leave the ghost world.There are quite a few low-level monks doing this kind of thing, but more of them are high-level powers, and there are even some immortals above the Nine Heavens, but all of them ended in failure, and there is no precedent for success.

But... he seemed to be going crazy.

Isn't he more aware of the danger of this kind of thing than she is?

Everything in the world is infatuated, at most it is just a word of willingness.Instead of living in such pain, it may be enough happiness to meet the ghost of a lover again.

"I can take you there." Baizang said suddenly, "I know people in Feng, maybe it can be convenient."

"I can go too. I am very good at finding people. One more person will give me more strength. It will be faster to find Brother Ayan among the many ghosts."

Gu Jianhan didn't seem to be moved in the slightest.He didn't even pay attention to what Pandan and Baizang had to say.He just quietly watched the apprentice in his arms, amidst the blood red, too many small and warm fragments of memories emerged in his mind.

He said he wanted to go home, isn't his home Leng Yuefeng?

Where else does he want to go?

They promised to follow him every step of the way, but Wen Yan dared to betray their oath on his own.

betray……

Wen Yan betrayed him.

"No need." Gu Jianhan's white hair, which fell like a waterfall, was gently blown by the wind outside the ancestral hall. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and finally moved his eyes away from Wen Yan's side face, and instead fell on the cold ground outside. in the light and shadow.

"This seat will let him know the fate of betraying this seat."

There was a thin blush at the end of his eyes, like rouge blurred by blood.

"Wen Yan...the crime is unforgivable."

*?*?*

However, Wen Yan at this time did not realize the seriousness of the matter.

The chaotic and bizarre fragments in his mind flew away, unable to be captured.

To die or not to die, that is the question.

Head hurts.

There seemed to be a huge luminous body in front of him, and he could clearly feel the light package with his eyes closed. He opened his eyelids with difficulty, and he saw a huge bright LED light.

He's back in the 21st century...really?

Before he died, he knew that he couldn't make it through, and he remembered that he had seen the technique of leaving a last message in an ancient book before—that's right, his talent for learning other techniques was limited, but he was very talented in learning these weird things.

In order to make Gu Jianhan not so sad, he deliberately left him his last words in a very relaxed tone, and let him forget about him.

In fact, what he wanted to keep was "I love you".

He regretted it now, he knew that he would leave "I love you", if Gu Jianhan didn't listen to anything else, he took the last sentence seriously, and really forgot what he should do if he went to make love with the demon king.

Wen Yan sighed deeply—be careful next time when leaving a last message.

But... At that time, what he said was just to go home was just to comfort Gu Jianhan, didn't he expect it to be true?

As long as you die in the realm of comprehension, will you return to modern society?

It turned out to be that simple.

Wen Yan propped himself up and sat up, thinking that he was on his soft and spacious double bed, but suddenly he pressed the mist with his hand.

Cold and wet, white cloud-like, not something you can sit on in the 21st century.

No... where is this?

The boundary between the world of self-cultivation and modern society?

The scene in front of him was very strange. The brilliance of huge LED lights enveloped the entire sky. He seemed to be sleeping on top of white clouds, receiving the baptism of LED lights.

Is he dreaming?

Is it dead or not?

If he is not dead, he has to go back quickly, his master is still waiting for him.

Hope not crying.

But it doesn't matter even if you cry, he will coax him well.

Wen Yan thought so, jumped up from the white clouds, and excitedly planned to go back, but when he looked around, he saw soft rising clouds all around him, he couldn't find a way out, and he didn't know which direction to go .

He froze on the spot for a moment, then took out his sleeve, and finally took out his mobile phone from inside.

"My dear phone, can you hear me?"

In order to avoid being chased by Gu Zongshi, his dear mobile phone does not want to respond to him for the time being.

"It won't be broken, it's obviously still powered on."

"What's up"

"Great!" Wen Yan couldn't help being happy, "Do you know how to get out of this ghost place? My master must be very anxious now, I have to go back and coax him!"

"Checking your current location"

"Query progress: 99%"

After a while, the progress is still 99%.

Wen Yan: "..."

Hold on, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

"Congratulations on your successful query.

Current location: Inner space of Kongming Jianjian.

Next, I will send you the space map"

"Take three hundred steps to the northeast of the direction you are facing now, and reach the LED light switch control port. There is a hidden box under the switch. Inside the hidden box is the Kongming Nine-style Swordsmanship Cheats. It can be practiced alone or with Dushuang. Nine styles are practiced during double training.

Here, go back three thousand steps in the northwest direction and arrive at the Kongming Nine Layers Palace. There are nine layers of spells, tonics, spiritual weapons, spirit beasts, incense making, pill making, hexagram seals, lost secrets, and classics from low to high. , the sword master enters with the hexagram seal of the blood deed, and uses it at will.

Then, go back a hundred steps in the direction of true north, reach the exit of the space, and return to the physical body.”

"Thanks!"

Wen Yan ran away, ran under the LED light switch and took the swordsmanship cheats and continued running. He didn't even have time to feel the feeling of stepping on the clouds. He only knew that he had to run faster and run faster. I had an ominous premonition, but I just refused to think about it.

He passed by Kongming Nine Layers Palace, just took a quick look and then continued to run towards the exit.

But the appearance of that palace was still deeply imprinted in his mind - simple and solemn, with glazed green tiles and flying scales, with amber radiance flowing on it, and several cinnabar cranes around it Fly around endlessly.

There is the Kongming Nine Layers Palace in the Kongming Sword... Will there be the Dushuang Nine Layers Palace in the Dushuang Sword?

Wen Yan shook his head, took the book and continued running towards the exit.He could see the layers of clouds gradually becoming thinner. There seemed to be a door not far away, and the closer he got, the clearer he could see it. He ran to the door in one breath, and as soon as he lifted the doorknob, his phone suddenly vibrated several times .

Wen Yan suspiciously unlocked it with his fingerprint, and saw several messages displayed on the message bar.

"The next time you enter the inner space of Kongming Sword, I don't know what time it will be. Master, please think twice. There are countless treasures in Kongming Nine Layers Palace. Any one of them will cause a sensation when it enters the Three Realms. The improvement of Master's strength is just around the corner. At that time, there will be a lot of constraints, so there is no need to worry about it." Gu Zongshi

Wen Yan was slightly shaken, but after a moment of silence, he said firmly: "It will take time to go there. The most urgent thing now is to go back to see my master. He must be dying of anxiety. If I don't go back, I will definitely kneel on the washboard."

"There is no such thing on Lengyue Peak"

Wen Yan: "..."

It also seems to make sense.

If he can quickly increase his strength, he will not be as powerless as before, and he can also protect his master.

"But... it's not good to take other people's things so casually, and I have nothing to give back to them, so let's forget it."

"The master is the sword master of the Kongming sword. The space inside the sword belongs to the master, and there is no need to return it to anyone."

Wen Yan was shocked.

Is it the turn of a black-faced African chief like him for such a thing as a pie in the sky?

"Don't lie to me. I don't study much, so I can be easily fooled by you."

"Everything Xiaoji says is true"

"And as far as Xiaoji knows, Gu Zongshi's serious illness is hard to heal. The master can bring some medicine back. Many of the medicines in it are not available in Dushuang Jiuzhong Palace. Gu Zongshi used too many medicines in his early years. Herbs and elixirs are almost used up, and drug resistance has developed, if the master can bring some new medicines back, maybe it will be very effective.”

There really is the Nine Layers Palace of Dushuang.

Wen Yan was deeply moved.

Anyway, it's just a delay for a while, and nothing should happen.

Gu Jianhan's health is too poor. When he has spiritual power, he suffers from illnesses, and when he has no spiritual power, he still suffers from illnesses. The naked eye can see that he is getting thinner and weaker.He doesn't know when he will come in next time, and he has no other channels to get the medicine for his illness, so delaying it like this is really not an option.

Quick fight.

The second and sixth floors.

Wen Yan gave up and returned directly to the physical body, and flew back to the highness of the Kongming Jiuzhong Palace. He climbed up three steps at a time, and was breathing heavily when he reached the palace gate.

When his hand barely touched the palace door, the golden lion's mouth suddenly opened, and a blood-colored hexagram imprint appeared faintly. If Gu Jianhan were here, he would be able to find the hexagram and the imprint of the hexagram and the Huashen Temple. The totem sword array that emerged was exactly the same.

The palace door slowly opened inwards, and a clear and clear crane slammed through the air. The two doormen held the left and right doors respectively, staring at Wen Yan with only their chubby heads, chatting in whispers.

"who is he!"

"Looks like our master!"

"No way, the master hasn't come back to see us for a long time! You've forgotten about Jiuzhong Palace!"

"But it really looks like it! You can see that the color of his eyes is exactly the same as that of his master!"

"No, no, look at his expression—"

"Um... Excuse me, can I come in?" Wen Yan was a little embarrassed, and waved his hand to greet them, but felt that it was not in line with the etiquette in the cultivation world, so he cupped his hands and bowed to them, "I don't know, two friends... Can the young master help me, I'm in a hurry."

The doorman on the left coughed twice, staring at him with wide eyes without blinking: "Who is here?"

"Leng Yuefeng disciple Wen Yan."

A look of joy flashed in the door boy's eyes, and he lowered his head and whispered to the door boy on the right: "Wen Yan... even the name is the same."

"What? Is our master Wen Yan?"

The doorman on the left laughed at him: "I'm afraid you only remember what to eat tonight!"

"Hmph! Even if he is called Wen Yan, our master is not a disciple of Leng Yuefeng, even though this sword was made by the old man Xuanzhen of Leng Yuefeng..."

They were still talking, their voices were so low that Wen Yan couldn't hear them clearly.He was secretly anxious, but subconsciously realized that Gu Jianhan's current situation would not be very good.

He took a few steps forward, squatted down in front of them, and looked at them with undisguised anxiety in his voice: "You two young masters, I'm really in a hurry, can you please help me. I'm I don't have anything on me that I can give you, so I'll bring you milk candy next time, okay?"

"really?"

The doorman on the right suddenly had bright eyes, and immediately opened the door wide to the right.

The doorman on the left helped his forehead, seemed speechless to him, but followed him and opened the door.

"My name is Ji Hong, and his name is Ji Qing. I like all kinds of delicious food very much. He always laughs at me. Please don't bring Mr. Wen to him next time!"

Wen Yan couldn't laugh or cry: "There's enough milk sugar, so it doesn't matter."

"Then I will go in first. I am very grateful for today's kindness."

After he thanked Jihong and Jiqing, he really walked into this quaint palace built above the clouds. He rushed towards the yellow rosewood stairs and went straight to the second floor. Whispering suspiciously.

"How come the running posture is exactly the same..."

Wen Yan pushed open the door, and what came into view was a huge cinnabar red crane statue, its white and flawless wings spread out in two directions, and under the crane feathers were all kinds of bottles and cans suspended in mid-air.

bells and whistles.

When Wen Yanfang walked in, he felt a light force washing the dust from his body. He couldn't help closing his eyes, and the burning anxiety in his heart gradually subsided.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, reached out and took off the peach blossom water glass bottle closest to him.

A line of spiritual characters emerged one by one in midair.

"Kongming Hundred Flowers Spring Honey: Undecided grade, sweet taste, can be used to make various pastries.

Efficacy: It is beneficial to alleviate the damage caused by the ice-type spiritual root to the body."

The author has something to say: Wen Yan: Good!If you are sleepy, someone will send you a pillow! !