After the abandoned white moonlight was reborn

The ghost town incident has come to an end for now, and the people of Jiazhou are recuperating, huddling silently in a corner of the sea, licking their wounds alone.Represented by Xuanqing Sect, Jianzong, and Guanchan Temple... Dozens of sects withdrew monks from each sect, exempting Jiazhou from making offerings for a hundred years.

Before Xie Yu withdrew from Jiazhou for the last time, someone chased after him.

The young man said unnaturally: "Xie Wushuang." He was a little cautious, rubbed his fingers, "I have long admired your name." Chang Wuyi hesitated for a long time, and asked, "Wu... Shui Wushuang likes Qiu Lingjun?" Knowing those things , his perception of Shui Wushuang changed from beautiful to complicated... After all, he liked it before.

He felt that it was meaningless when he asked, and sighed, "Can I go and give him medicine?"

Ask yourself what to do?

Xie Yu didn't quite understand: "Anything you want."

The sky is getting brighter, and the morning glow like dragon scales is bright, deep or shallow, light golden and light yellow, and the brilliance shines far and wide.A gust of cold wind, a light plum fragrance, the young man's voice is like broken jade balls, cold and elegant: "Farewell."

Chang Wuyi looked back subconsciously, Mei Xiang was still there, but Jian Guang had gone.

He silently laughed at himself: "..."

Ask Xie Wushuang what to do?

He shouldn't care about Shui Wushuang, these two people are far apart, people don't care about ants.

Even if it's an ugly ant.

Qiu Liren came over at this time, gossiping: "No difference, I heard that you are pursuing someone?" He winked, "I heard from my juniors that it is that Shui... Shui Wushuang?" He muttered, "Is that so? Read it."

Suddenly, his tone changed, and he patted Chang Wuyi on the shoulder, "Junior Brother, even if you know that liking Xie Wushuang is hopeless, you don't have to go after that Shui Wushuang. It's not that you didn't see that he is very useful to Qiu Ling. The love is deep, and the heart is dead."

"I don't like Xie Wushuang." Chang Wuyi was puzzled, "I haven't seen him before, I..."

Qiu Liren raised his eyebrows, and looked at Chang Wuyi sympathetically with a subtle expression of "you continue to make up": "Okay, I understand." He drew his tone, "You don't like Xie Wushuang. You like Shui Wushuang... Hahaha... ..."

Unable to hold back any longer, he leaned forward laughing.

Just now Chang Wuyi kept staring at Xie Wushuang, wishing he could button his eyeballs and stick them on. Not only that, but Chang Wuyi waited for Xie Wushuang to stick them on as soon as Xie Wushuang was free.

Say you don't like it?

Chang Wuyi: "..." He really doesn't like Xie Wushuang!

Before he could speak, he was stunned again, if he met Xie Wushuang at the beginning... Hey, there is really no way to quibble.He really likes that face.

These two people, obviously Xie Wushuang is the real master.

"What are you talking about, so happy."

Between the two of them, a female voice suddenly came in. It was crisp and soft, but it had a strong warning meaning and was a little disdainful, "Don't talk about me behind my back, brother thank you."

Seeing the two of them looking over, Yi Luoling grinned, "Otherwise I'll kill you."

Xie Wushuang is the high-altitude flower in the hearts of all their Jianzong disciples, who can only be seen from a distance, and cannot be blasphemed, "I thank senior brother for disdain for such love affairs."

Qiu Liren touched his nose, a little embarrassed: "Don't dare, don't dare."

Yi Luoling glanced at Chang Wuyi: "Don't bother me, Senior Brother Xie. I can take care of myself."

Especially for that Shui Wushuang.

Holding a bouquet of small yellow flowers, Huang Zui happily rushed over: "Yi Luoling, look quickly, there are flowers."

Yi Luoling didn't want to talk to Huang Zui: "You haven't seen... um."

Huang Zui stuffed a flower into Yi Luoling's mouth, and said expectantly: "Sweet, isn't it? I met it when I was a child traveling with my uncle, but I couldn't find it when I wanted to eat it later. It turned out to be in Jiazhou."

It's quite sweet, but Yi Luoling still rolled his eyes: "Childish."

Not only naive, but also like to pretend.

Huang Zui just laughed.

The young man with fox eyes is elegant, handsome and extravagant.

While a few people were chatting and laughing, the Chuanshu Zhihe rushed out like crazy, and almost everyone changed color.Something happened to Yunzhou.Lingjun Qiu Lingjun sacrificed his life for the righteousness of Canglan, suppressing the ghost city with his body and saving thousands of people. His family... his hometown was slaughtered by the demon cultivator.

Yunzhou's enemies suffered heavy casualties, the patriarch and family elders fought to the death with exhaustion, the genius was bright, the illusion of peace and peace in Yunzhou was shattered like a bubble bursting, corpses were everywhere, blood flowed into rivers, and death was soaring to the sky. There are only a few hundred people living in Xize Xianzhou who are still alive.

The ancient clan that has been passed down for thousands of years, the Chou family fell overnight.

Canglan was in an uproar.

The sentiment is indignant.

"Those lunatics!"

"This is provocation. Lord Ling just went to the ghost city, and the enemy's family suffered such a catastrophe. If we don't avenge this revenge, we will swear not to be human!"

"Revenge! Revenge, go to the Demon Realm! Canglan must not let Lingjun feel cold."

"They are just taking revenge. Revenge for Lingjun who slaughtered Nanzhao City."

"Kill to the Demon Realm!"

"Destroying Demon Realm!"

In addition to anger, more fear.The world of cultivating immortals has suppressed the Demon Realm for thousands of years. It's been too long. It's been too long. It's been so long that they almost forgot how ferocious the demon cultivators are.

If you can kill your enemies, you can naturally kill them too.

Demon domain.

Modoye was playing chess, and he sat quietly: "How about the loss?"

The world of cultivating immortals cast all their eyes on Jiazhou, and he knew that the opportunity had come. What's the point of slaughtering a small faction, why not come and kill the big one, it's time to tell the world that the magic cultivator is coming back soon.

This tide of theirs will never shrink back into the barren and cold Demon Realm.

Tu knelt down and said sadly, "Venerable Illusion is seriously injured. Venerable Wood, Venerable Earth, and Venerable Fire, the three Venerables have fallen." Only the Illusory Venerable in the Venerable Realm can deceive the world with illusions. , although he was not good at fighting head-on, he was still sent to the world of cultivating immortals.

The Venerable Moyu is the immortal in the world of cultivating immortals.

They slaughtered their enemies and paid the price of the three venerables.

Even though Modoye had been prepared for a long time, his fingertips trembled, and he looked at the picture: "Explain."

At most two venerables will fall, how could it be!

Tu bowed his head: "The Venerable Huo was afraid that the old ancestor of the Qiu family would break the illusion of Venerable Huan, and those who were good at asserting their opinions would die together with the ancestor of the Qiu family... Venerable Wood was seriously injured by the joint elders of the enemy. Immortal Hongxue chased after him." Speaking of Feng Ciyue, his muscles tensed and he twitched unconsciously, "He first killed Venerable Wood, who was seriously injured, and Venerable Huan, and Venerable Earth let us Let's go and meet the enemy Hongxue Immortal Venerable alone."

The Venerable Earth did not come back.

Tu didn't want to cry, he thought it was a sign of cowardice and incompetence, but at this moment, he burst into tears: "My lord...we..." Is it worth fighting for them?

Three venerables.

Modoye calmed down, as if he had seen through Tu's thoughts: "It's worth it."

His eyes were sharp, and he looked like a king, "They won't bleed in vain. Immortal Hongxue... Feng Ciyue."

This person is the enemy of the Demon Realm.

If he doesn't get rid of it, there will never be a peaceful day in the Demon Realm.

Moyu knelt for too long and had to stand up.Bleeding... Only blood, only pain, can let everyone in the Demon Realm understand that if they don't rise up, they will perish sooner or later.

Modoye wants to straighten the backbone of Moyu.

With this tide, you can only fight to the death, never live on your knees.

Han Laomo actually thought about supporting Modoye, but when Liandong appeared, he told Liandong about this, and asked Liandong: "What do you think, Shaojun?"

Liandong didn't answer directly: "That guy is too ruthless, three venerables." The young man raised his head, "Grandpa Han, how many venerables are there in Demon Realm?"

There are only eleven venerables in the Demon Realm, and over a hundred in the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

Old Devil Han's eyes flickered, and he smiled and said, "What do you think, Shaojun?"

Liandong broke his fingers: "I read the general history, and there are currently 35 suspects. I think they are pretending to be dead. Especially in the last tide, we lost too fast. The venerables of the demon world are like paper, no normal."

"32, there are still 32 left." Three more died, and there are only eight venerables left on the surface of the Demon Realm, but there are actually 32 people. Old Mo Han looked at Liandong's surprised expression, "But they Many people are sleeping, Young Master, even if they wake up, they can only go to the battlefield once."

Those venerables are too old, and if they are too old to go to the battlefield again, they will have to sit down.

It was about the same as Lonicera expected.

He changed his voice: "Didn't Grandpa Han ask me what should I do?" The young man's eyes were burning, "Act in groups, a group of six, and act at the same time, making sure that there is no sound, intercept and kill the immortals in Xiaoxianzhou, and replace them all with Our people." Most of the immortals in the world of cultivating immortals are solitary, "Of course, before that, we must get rid of one person!"

Old Demon Han asked, "Who?"

Liandong said firmly: "God's fortune teller." Moyu must kill him, "This time he must have noticed the abnormality."

Shen Suanzi has been with Feng Ciyue recently—how could Feng Ciyue meet Venerable Mu and the others by such a coincidence?

Old Demon Han sensed Lonicera's killing intent, and he leaned over: "Your will."

Xie Yu returned to Jianzong.

He went to worship Hua Xunlu...it was the Clothes Tomb, Hua Xunlu had no bones, so he could only erect the Clothes Tomb.

The sky was gloomy, and the rain slanted down, making the grave a bit cold.

Xie Yu brought wine and poured it down with the jug: "This wine is a bit strong, I don't know if you like it or not." He lowered his eyes, his fine eyelashes were stained with moisture in the rain, he was a little dazed, "...Leaving That's fine." Daoist Ling Wei is not here, Hua Xunlu probably wants to find him.

In 2000, "Yuan Si."

Yuan Si came out.

His figure was thin, with an umbrella in his hand, and he didn't make a sound.

Xie Yu was looking at him.

His lips were pale, his eyelashes were pitch black, and his robe was white: "Are you in love?"

Qiu Lingjun is the same, Feng Ciyue is the same, Hua Xunlu is also...too intense and indulgent.

"..." Looking into Xie Yu's eyes, Yuan Si tightened his hand holding the umbrella, thinking that he should be, "I don't know."

He has never been emotional, never experienced love and hate.

Xie Yu's eyelashes trembled again.

Yuan Si thought he was feeling sad, and saw that he had blown away the drizzle and dark clouds, revealing a sunny and sunny day, the magnificent spiritual power nourished the vegetation, and a hundred flowers bloomed in the corner of the mountain, fragrant and beautiful, colorful and colorful.

Hua Xunlu is not a person who mourns deeply, what she likes is the blooming flowers, and what she loves and hates in her life is all flamboyant and enthusiastic.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Only then did Xie Yu say goodbye to Hua Xunlu, and he said, "Let's go."