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The battlefield slowly dissipated, the curtain in front of him was gone, and Mo Xuanfang slumped into the darkness.

Wei Siying's face kept appearing in front of him, sad, angry, heartbroken, and numb.He only understood the unspeakable words behind that face today, wouldn't it be too late?

It turned out that his feelings of guilt were not all directed towards Hongying, and his apprentice, Wei Siying.

He didn't teach him well, causing him to have feelings for himself, so that he rebelled against the sect and went to the devil's way. This is all the teacher's fault.

"Ziyun Sect Master Mo Xuanfang, do you understand today?" In the darkness, the enchanting man's voice sounded again.

Mo Xuanfang said hoarsely: "So what?"

The enchanting man said: "Since you have forgotten the past, you must have completely forgotten the blood curse of Dragon Emperor Hongying before his death."

Mo Xuanfang said in a deep voice: "My blood has been reborn for eighteen years, and the dragon has been riding the blood rain for 30 years. Hongying was dying and sprinkled a curse with blood. The deity will never forget this blood curse."

"You never dare to forget?" The enchanting man sneered, "The year when the Dragon Emperor's blood was reborn for eighteen years was the day of Wei Siying, but he had unreasonable thoughts about you at that time, you yourself Say, has the blood curse been fulfilled?"

Mo Xuanfang pursed his lips and remained silent.

The enchanting man said again: "You and him are entangled with each other because of the blood curse. As long as he is the heir of the dragon's blood, his love for you will never decrease. The depth of love and the deepest hatred, his ambition It will make the demons sweep the Three Realms, and whether you, the Ziyun sect master, want to watch the common people suffer is up to you."

Mo Xuanfang said in a low voice: "Immortal Elder, I am very grateful for your willingness to let me into the living coffin, but the same sentence, if the Immortal Elder has any needs, just count it on my head.

Although my apprentice is a dragon blood heir, the responsibility should be borne by the deity, who will find a way to get him out of the evil way and return to the right path.As for the others, God's will has its own principles, and this deity can only do his best and obey the fate. "

The enchanting man laughed twice and said: "Since that's the case, I won't force it anymore. Remember what you said today, and don't regret it in the future."

Mo Xuanfang slowly closed his eyes: "I don't regret it."

"No regrets..." The enchanting man pondered for a while, then suddenly recited "Loss of Love", "Looking at the distant mountains and rivers with dry eyes, how much do you know when you see each other?"

The sad voice gradually faded away: "The close friends have seen each other for a while, and the eyes are dry looking at the mountains and rivers."

After finishing the two poems, Wei Siying's voice suddenly sounded in Mo Xuanfang's ears. It was a weak mosquito, and it seemed to be struggling and moaning.

Mo Xuanfang stood up from the darkness, the surroundings were empty and boundless, and he walked towards the direction of the sound.

Not long after, he saw a white light at the end, and he quickly walked forward.

His eyes suddenly became bright, and he came to a mountain depression, surrounded by dense forests, and a huge altar was built in the open space in the middle.

The altar was three floors high, and Wei Siying's voice came from the top floor of the altar.

Mo Xuanfang leaped up and landed on the top floor of the altar, only to see that the wide platform was empty, only an oval mass wriggling in the center.

It was a bright white pupa with blue spots.

Wei Siying was inside the chrysalis, the body of the chrysalis was transparent, one could see his eyes closed tightly, his brows furrowed deeply, although he could only groan slightly, he knew that he was experiencing great pain.

Mo Xuanfang wished he could be in the chrysalis, but he didn't have any weapons around him, so he couldn't break open the chrysalis.

While he was at a loss what to do, Wei Siying suddenly opened his eyes in the chrysalis.

He said in a very weak voice: "Master, save me."

That voice was full of struggle and pain, obviously it was a critical moment, as if he was about to die immediately.

Mo Xuanfang's heart ached like a twist, and in an instant, the spiritual power in his body rolled out, roaring like a mountain and an ocean.

His cultivation was restored in an instant.

"Si Ying, I'm here to save you."

Mo Xuanfang was overjoyed, and sacrificed the bliss magic sky whisk, and used the power of the gods in the sky to urge the silver thread to stab the chrysalis.

The whisk is like a sword like electricity, and each root penetrates the chrysalis with a sharp and cold light.

The chrysalis broke...

A large stream of blood flowed out.

After pupating into a human form, he turned into Wei Siying. His blood flowed on the ground, and he fell down in a rage.

Mo Xuanfang turned pale with shock, and was about to step forward to feed him spiritual power.At this moment, the stone slab under Wei Siying's body suddenly cracked, revealing meandering grooves, and blood flowed out along the grooves under his body.

The groove marks spread rapidly, covering the entire top floor of the altar in an instant, and the blood flowed so fast that one-third of the groove marks were dyed red in the blink of an eye.

Mo Xuanfang quickly picked up Wei Siying and flew into the air.

Looking down from mid-air, I was even more frightened. A huge light red butterfly had appeared on the top floor of the altar. Those gaps and grooves were the bones of the red butterfly, and the blood flowing out was the flesh and blood of the butterfly.

This altar is dedicated to the blood that Mo Xuanfang cut to Wei Siying.

But the blood was obviously not enough, the butterfly was only light red and its light was dim.

But even in the dim light, evil is still strong.

When the butterfly appeared, the vegetation around the altar died, and the soil cracked and dried up.

Mo Xuanfang poured spiritual power into Wei Siying with one hand in the air, and slammed his palm at the altar. The three-story altar suddenly collapsed, leaving only the butterfly altar intact.

At this time, Wei Siying got the spiritual power of Mo Xuanfang, and was awakened by the sound of the altar crashing, opened his eyes and looked at Mo Xuanfang steadfastly.

He saw someone hugging him under the blue sky.

It is the person he wants to see but does not want to see, misses but refuses to miss.

In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the day when he was eight years old and was taken to have a big meal by his master.

The turbulent spiritual power in his body dragged him back to reality, his cultivation seemed to have fully recovered, and his eyes could see again.

Mo Xuanfang was wearing the robes of disciples from the Fourth Hall of the Middle School, holding a dust whisk in his hand, and the silk of the whisk was stained with blood.

"It's you……"

Wei Siying jumped out of Mo Xuanfang's embrace, stood about a foot away from him, and stood still in the air, "Should I call you Yuan Li, Daoist Yuan? Or Sect Master Ziyun?"

There was no hostility in his tone, his face was calm as expected, only a faint dragon flame ignited on his fingertips to guard against Mo Xuanfang's attack.

When Mo Xuanfang saw him revealing his identity, his heart turned back and forth, and he said with difficulty: "I'll talk about it later. Before, the deity helped you break the chrysalis, but accidentally let your blood flow into this altar, and the altar became Butterfly shape. This place is very rotten and very evil. This deity sees that your hysteria has gone eight points, why don't you just leave here and make another plan."

Wei Siying looked under him, the butterfly of the blood sacrifice was really frightening, but he didn't know what the owner of this forbidden place was up to.

He also remembered that after he entered the living coffin, he was sucked into it by the chrysalis and became one.

After several struggles to no avail, he actually saw Mo Xuanfang come to rescue him after he was suffocated and passed out, but he didn't expect it to be true.

Since Mo Xuanfang pretended to be Yuan Li and saved himself several times in this Lingcang Mountain, it doesn't matter if he is hypocritical, but now is not the time to turn his face.

Wei Siying said: "Before leaving, smash this altar first."

Both of them have cultivation bases and are the strongest in the world. Even with a little bit of strength, they can flatten this area.

But the Butterfly Altar did not move at all. The more the two attacked with all their strength, the more lifelike the butterflies on the altar became. The pale red blood color revealed a bright white brilliance, as if it was about to emerge in the next moment.

Helpless, the two had no choice but to stop. The strange thing is that during this period, no one came to stop them, and they never saw the owner of the forbidden area again.

After searching around for a while to no avail, they had no choice but to give up destroying the altar and leave instead.

Fortunately, there is no barrier here, and after crossing a mountain, they saw the familiar scenery of Lingcang Mountain.

Just as he was about to fly out of the mountain, the dragon flame in Wei Siying's palm suddenly turned into a three-foot green blade, pointing straight at Mo Xuanfang.

Mo Xuanfang was slightly moved and said: "What? You want to kill this deity?"

Wei Siying said: "As Yuanli, I am grateful to you. But as the Ziyun Sect Master, you are the enemy of the Dragon Clan. Now I am going to the Northern Wilderness to do business, so there is no room for loss. I also ask the Ziyun Sect Master to be here in this spirit." Stay in Cangshan for another two or three months, and then it will not be too late to go out."

As he spoke, his body was ejected like lightning, and within a few breaths, a floating cloud binding evil formation had been formed, trapping Mo Xuanfang in it.Immediately afterwards, a black dragon pattern lock was about to slip into Mo Xuanfang's sleeve.

Longwensuo disappeared into Mo Xuanfang's sleeve in the blink of an eye.But Mo Xuanfang was unscathed, instead Fusi entangled Wei Siying's hand like a ghost, making him unable to move.

For a while, the two were at a stalemate, Wei Siying sneered, his hands were firm, and he refused to bow his head.

"You hate me so much?" Mo Xuanfang's eyes were deep, and he looked straight at Wei Siying, "You can forget the past when you betrayed the sect's deity. I just ask you, are you willing to return to Ziyunzong?"

"What did you say!"

Long Wensuo lost his strength in an instant, flew out of Mo Xuanfang's sleeve, and flew back to Wei Siying's hand.

Wei Siying stared at Mo Xuanfang in a daze. He thought he heard it wrong, but he saw traces of expectation on Mo Xuanfang's face. He murmured, "Do you really want me...to go back to Ziyunzong?"

Mo Xuanfang nodded: "What happened before is all the teacher's fault. The teacher is willing to accept you as a disciple again, and show you a smooth path."

"As a teacher..."

Wei Siying muttered softly.

I remember that in the magic circle that year, Mo Xuanfang pinched his chin and blamed him: "Do you still want to call me Master?"

He himself forbade him to be called Master, but now he calls himself "Master".

It turns out that the so-called past events, let bygones be bygones, actually meant this.

"Whose teacher are you?" Wei Siying sneered, "Sect Master Ziyun, if you want to kill me, kill me, why bother pretending to be Yuan Li to show favor, show mercy everywhere, and tell you, I don't need it."

Before Wei Siying finished speaking, the dragon sword in his hand was already burning.In an instant, the clouds moved and the mountains shook, shaking the surrounding space like water waves.

So what about Sect Master Ziyun?

His three-foot dragon sword can also turn grass and trees into dust!

Wei Siying soared into the sky, and Long Jianyu rode on the heavy flames, and went straight to Mo Xuanfang.

Mo Xuanfang didn't hide, he resisted the sword forcefully, blood spurted out from his chest, turning the blood-soaked Taoist robe into dark red.

Wei Siying obviously didn't expect that he would not fight back, he was slightly taken aback, and pulled out the sword fiercely.

His fingers trembled slightly, but while he was injured, he re-laid the cloud-bound evil formation. This time, the dragon pattern lock trapped Mo Xuanfang, trapping him firmly in the formation.

"Sect Master Ziyun, you have offended me."

Wei Siying said coldly in mid-air, and flew out of Lingcang Mountain without looking back.