After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

In the stone room at the bottom of the cave, the music of bamboo weaving was melodious. Wei Siying sat cross-legged on the roof and played it, immersing himself in this mournful nostalgic song.

For so many years, Wei Siying has already played this piece taught by Mo Xuanfang to perfection, and the sound of the song made me cry, but Mo Xuanfang just stood on the wooden pillar expressionlessly, with his eyes tightly closed, like a piece of music in the candlelight. Cold jade carving.

After the state banquet just now, Mo Xuanfang didn't open his eyes again, letting Wei Siying drag him to the stone room at the bottom of the cave.But Wei Siying knew that under the depressed appearance, Mo Xuanfang had not been destroyed.

Instead, he smelled a bit of hostility in his indifference that he had never felt before, buried under his icy body.

If this bit of hostility is ignited, will he come down from the high altar?

At the end of the song, Wei Siying stayed on the bed and approached Mo Xuanfang. He kissed him delicately. Mo Xuanfang remained motionless and did not respond as usual, but his tightly pursed lips were clearly on fire.

Still did not use the rejuvenation blood, but Mo Xuanfang lost control again and passed out in the extreme pain of Han Ningjing.

Wei Siying woke up Mo Xuanfang with water from the cold pool.

"It's time to wrap things up."

Wei Siying raised his head and pinched Mo Xuanfang's chin. With his back to the candlelight, no light could be reflected in his eyes, only the bottomless darkness.

Mo Xuanfang kept his eyes closed, letting the cold water drip down the few strands of hair on his forehead, his brows were flat, and his lips were cold.

Wei Siying exerted more force with his fingertips: "Aren't you going to give up your seat?"

Mo Xuanfang, like a jade carving that has sunk into the bottom of the Tan for thousands of years, remained silent.

"Mo Xuanfang, you forced me to do this."

Wei Siying slowly let go of his hand, turned suddenly and walked towards the bed, dripping all the remaining rejuvenation blood into the jug.

There was a faint smell of confusion in the small stone room, and Wei Siying's waist was also a little weak.

But he had been forced by Lu Fan to take a small sip of rejuvenation blood before, and it was all combined by the magic power in his twin blood, so he didn't care.

He picked up the jug, and the aroma of the wine was mixed with rejuvenation blood, which made him feel a little intoxicated by such a dose of rejuvenation blood.But he didn't realize the danger, he just felt that he drank too much at the state banquet.

He shook his head and walked towards Mo Xuanfang step by step.

At this moment, a cold figure suddenly rushed over from behind Wei Siying, knocking over the flagon in his hand without any warning.

The wine was spilled all over the floor, and a few drops of it fell into Wei Siying's mouth and nose, and the strong smell of confusion immediately filled the entire stone room.

These rejuvenation blood has been blessed by the god emperor's guardian blood pool, which is not comparable to that in Lu Fan's hands, and the magic power cannot be easily neutralized.

Coupled with such a huge dose, Wei Siying's concentration was far worse than that of Mo Xuanfang. At this moment, his waist collapsed and he staggered and fell backwards.

He fell into a warm embrace, and a masked face immediately appeared in front of him.

It's Xiao Xuanzi...

Wei Siying refused to see him for many days, but he didn't expect him to find this place.

"roll……"

Wei Siying spat out this word from between his teeth, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

He wanted to push Xiao Xuanzi away, but the smell of rejuvenating blood was so alluring, it pulled him into the deep sea of ​​confusion.

Xiao Xuanzi knelt and hugged Wei Siying, staring at him for a long time, as if he sighed softly under the mask, he bent down, trying to cover Wei Siying's face through the mask.

"Go away..." Wei Siying tore at random, struggling in the sea of ​​jade.

Just before the kiss, Wei Siying suddenly felt his body lighten, and Xiao Xuanzi had been dragged away from him.

Immediately afterwards, a violent "boom" swept across, smashing Xiao Xuanzi into purple smoke in an instant.

Wei Siying opened his eyes and saw Mo Xuanfang.

He still wears the shackles of the dragon pattern lock, but these shackles are slowly falling off his body at this moment.

It was as if the heavily restricted dragon pattern lock was just a few straw ropes, crawling weakly under his feet.

What dissipated at the same time was the cold crystal that flowed from Mo Xuanfang's fingers like silver powder.

The corner of Wei Siying's mouth twitched: "You... When did you recover your immortal veins?"

Mo Xuanfang didn't speak, and squatted down. The hostility provoked by Wei Siying in his eyes was already deep and heavy, and seeing the intimate behavior between Wei Siying and Xiao Xuanzi with his own eyes made the expression on his face almost crazy.

He half-kneeled on the ground, stroking Wei Siying's lips with trembling fingertips, and paused every word: "Do you know how hard you have pushed this deity? But you still want him to touch you, you are so despicable .”

Wei Siying had never seen such an expression on his face. After being shocked, his consciousness recovered a little bit, and he panted, "He...he is the favorite of the widow, why... the favor of the widow..."

His mouth was blocked by a mass of almost burning heat, and there was no chance to say the rest.

Mo Xuanfang's kiss was like a storm, crushing heavily, without the slightest tenderness of pity and pity, only the fury of turbulent waves hitting the shore.

He picked Wei Siying up from the ground and walked towards the stone couch.

The waves beat heavily against the rocks on the shore, pouring in between the damp and sticky rock cracks.

The god was furious and wanted to eat the person who made him mad.

For seven whole days, Wei Siying didn't take a step out of this stone room.

The stone couch, which was almost broken, endured it non-stop for seven days.

When the storm finally ended, Wei Siying woke up from another coma.

The stone room was empty, and the shackles of the dragon pattern lock lay quietly on the ground, and Mo Xuanfang had disappeared.

He is indeed a ruthless person.

Wei Siying raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, the resentment in his heart had dissipated in the past seven days, and now he only had peace, the peace before the world suffered his revenge.

Wei Siying opened the universe bag, and amidst the purple air, a purple-handled whisk slowly floated into the air.

Mo Xuanfang's Bliss Magic Sky Whisk was caught in his hand.

During the seven days of extreme psychedelic, Wei Siying found that the blissful fantasy sky whisk often floated around Mo Xuanfang.

Every time Mo Xuanfang touched his forehead with a dazed expression, this dust whisk that swept away all the filth in the world would appear, circling around to suck the remaining rejuvenation blood in the stone room.

Once, when they climbed to the top at the same time, Wei Siying took advantage of Mo Xuanfang's sinking, quietly grabbed the whisk and put it in the Qiankun bag.

It is also impossible to ask when Mo Xuanfang will restore the immortal veins.But with this whisk in hand, at least he has one less deadly weapon.

Wei Siying adjusted his breath for a moment, then got up from the stone couch, but his whole body was still sore.

Thinking of the past seven days, he blushed, and finally couldn't help scolding Mo Xuanfang severely.

Realizing the passage of time, Wei Siying became anxious, not knowing what kind of sky had become outside.

How many of his clansman, his Haochang, have been killed or injured?

Just as he was about to step out of the stone room, Bliss Huantian Fuchen suddenly got out of the universe bag and locked Wei Siying in place.

No, this is Mo Xuanfang's restriction, he must have discovered that he stole the whisk.

Wei Siying and the others, in the blink of an eye, Long Yan had already wrapped several whisks.But there are remnants of the rejuvenation blood in the whisk.Before being melted by the dragon flame, Wei Siying's mind was confused for a while.

In just such an instant, the chance of escape is fleeting, and Wei Siying's consciousness has been involved in the sea of ​​desire and evil sky of the blissful fantasy sky.

In a daze, he came to a fantasy land with green grass and a breeze, and he heard melodious bells coming from a distant palace.

This is Ziyunzong's illusion, which is very similar to the illusion he left here 20 years ago.

But Wei Siying knew clearly that this wasn't the illusion he left behind back then, whose was it?

There should be only one answer -

The owner of this whisk is Mo Xuanfang.

Wei Siying's fingertips trembled, and he smelled a faint fragrance of immortality in the air.

At this time, Mo Xuanfang was standing in a dark room in Ziyun Palace, he had already purified himself, the seven-day storm left no residue on his body, and the violent aura had faded away.

In the candlelight, he was dressed in spotless white clothes, quietly waiting for the arrival of Meng Xuanzhen and Luo Baihua.

After coming out of the stone room at the bottom of the cave, Mo Xuanfang did not disturb the Ziyun Sect disciples, nor did he rescue the other Palace Masters and Xiao Masters, but brought Meng Xuanzhen and Luo Baihua out alone, and made fake bodies to trick the guards.

Mo Xuanfang ordered them not to make any noise, but quietly went to the altar on the top of Haomiao Peak to pay homage to the patriarch, and then came to find him in this secret room.

As soon as the calculation time arrived, Meng Xuanzhen and Luo Baihua had already appeared behind him.

"See Sect Master."

The two looked at each other, both worried.Now that Mo Xuanfang has recovered his immortal veins, why didn't he drive the demons out of the Purple Cloud Sect, instead of hiding like this?

Mo Xuanfang turned around, his face was cold and indifferent, just like when he was sitting on a purple cloud normally.

His gaze passed over the two of them one by one, and stopped on Meng Xuanzhen.

He said in a low voice: "Junior brother, these days when the deity is not here, let alone this defeat, you have handled the clan affairs very well, it will be difficult for you."

Meng Xuanzhen raised his head, saw the gentleness in his eyes, remembered that he was in the same sect with him many years ago, helped each other, and sobbed in his throat: "Senior brother, I'm sorry for you, I didn't protect Ziyun sect, Ren sect counted 10 Wannian Jiye was slaughtered by the demons, Xuanzhen deserves death."

As he spoke, he knelt down on the ground with a plop, sobbing bitterly.

Mo Xuanfang watched quietly for a while, without helping him up, his eyes turned to Luo Baihua indifferently and said, "Master Luo, what do you think of this defeat?"

Luo Baihua said with a calm expression: "The great way lasts for thousands of years, ups and downs are the laws of the world, there is no reason why one sect or sect will remain supreme forever. If we lose this time, we will lose, but the foundation of the sect will not be destroyed. , I see that the demon lord strictly ordered the military regulations, never destroyed a single plant or tree, and the imprisoned disciples were all safe and sound, that's enough.

As for the others, as long as the immortal way still exists, the sect will be rejuvenated one day in the future, but the spread of demonic energy is the most important thing, and the sect master should think of ways here. "

Mo Xuanfang nodded slightly and said: "Baihua Dao has a steady heart and is impartial. This is the orthodox way. Back then, the patriarch once praised you as a good seedling with a high mind and an excellent seed for cultivating immortals. Now it seems that this statement is indeed true. Although With all the palace masters governing it, the realm of Hundred Flowers should also reach the realm of Empress Dowager, right?"

The secret of Luo Baihua's body was revealed suddenly, and her expression changed in panic, she hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed: "Sect Master, Baihua's whole heart is only to cultivate the way of immortality, and she has no intention of coveting other things."

"I know, you don't need to panic." Mo Xuanfang raised his hand, making Luo Baihua stand up.

He lowered his head and glanced at Meng Xuanzhen who was still lying at his feet.In a daze, he saw the young man Meng Xuanzhen coming out of the next room, scratching his head shyly under the sun, and called out for the first time: "Hello, senior brother."

In a flash, it has been almost 3000 years.

He stretched out his hand in front of Meng Xuanzhen: "Junior brother, get up."

Meng Xuanzhen wiped away the tears on the back of his hand, and raised his hand to hold Mo Xuanfang.

At this moment, Mo Xuanfang's palm had changed its position, he pressed down on the top of Meng Xuanzhen's head, and slapped it down.

Meng Xuanzhen didn't even utter a word, he was already dead.

Luo Baihua turned pale with shock, and called out, "Sect Master."

Mo Xuanfang had already turned around, and said without sadness or joy: "Baihua, you should know better than this deity what Meng Xuanzhen did behind the scenes. The reason why this deity keeps you and not him is because you are more suitable to be the suzerain than him.

And his thoughts towards the deity, and his jealousy and hatred towards the Dragon Lord have already surpassed ordinary people.This deity is going to the Northern Wilderness on this trip, if he does not come back, I will entrust Ziyun Sect to you.As for the grievance between Ziyunzong and Haochang, I believe that with Baihua's wisdom, there will be a day when it will be resolved. "

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