He Xianzun's Centennial Itch

The long night has come to an end, and the rising sun has crossed the skyline, emitting faint light from the depths of the dense forest.

The meaning of these words is like an absurd joke, but when everyone looked at the reputation, it was not known whether it was because of the cold expression or some more indescribable momentum, they only felt that the previously easy-going Lin Daoyou seemed to have changed, and the awe-inspiring killing It is like the cold iron scraped by the tip of the heart, and the coolness oozes from the bones.

The young disciples were silent.

A young disciple couldn't help but look at Xie Yunlian, and saw the immortal standing there, with no intention of obstructing him, his eyes fixed on the casual cultivator in black, with his usual indifference on his face, making it difficult to look at Out of emotion.

Little did they know that at this time, the Immortal Venerable Consciousness Sea was quite lively again.

"410 seven years." The heart demon's voice was rare and emotionless, and he simply repeated, calmly, not much different from the immortal: "Has he remembered?"

The heart demon's tail sound is very soft, like a tail feather falling on the lake, and the ripples linger in Xianzun's mind endlessly.

Did he remember?

It reminds me of the Shangyuan night seven years ago in 410.

Think of the young man who was beheaded by his own hands.

"It's been too long." The demon repeated again, like a resentful woman who tirelessly speculates on a few words from her fickle husband. "Is it this secret realm, or is it that the seven years of 410 that have been forgotten are too long?"

Xie Yunlian moved half a step, and naturally put his right hand behind his back.

The demon finally sighed: "Xie Yunlian, your days of pretending to be deaf and dumb to whitewash peace are over."

Xi Hanzhi walked calmly, and the fallen leaves from the depths of the forest under his feet made a crisp and crunching sound as he walked.

The two Rong Zi'an swallowed their saliva, and sacrificed their defensive weapons one after another.

Rong Zian's frown in black became clearer in the gradually brightening sky: "What do you mean by that, Fellow Daoist? The person who made the 'silk show' is so blatant, and the plan is to let us kill each other, Fellow Daoist’s words, don’t they fit the meaning of the culprit!”

Rong Zi'an in Jinyi also said: "Look at the clothes of this fellow Taoist, he doesn't seem to be a disciple of Kunlun. I wonder how much you know each other? Since this 'Silk Opera' is pervasive, you should be more cautious if you don't enter the secret realm yourself. good."

Some provocations, singing and harmony, barely considered fun.

Qi Hanzhi showed some face, a chuckle escaped from his throat, his indifferent appearance made the two of them even more nervous.The one in black said: "Fellow Daoist, for Kunlun's sake, I will pay you a respect from Linfeng Mountain Villa, you don't want—ah!"

Before he could finish the sentence "make an inch of progress", it became a short exclamation.

The red flame climbed onto the hair of Rong Zi'an in black at some point, and the culprit, Qi Hanzhi, hooked his finger, and the flame rushed to Lao Gao.

The family style of Linfeng Mountain Villa is strict, even the hair crowns of the disciples are divided into grades, the crown on Rong Zi'an's head in brocade clothes looks much higher than that of the disciple who carried people back.

Rong Zi'an in black is different, probably to hide his identity, his long hair is only tied with a hair band, just in time for the fire of Qi Hanzhi, more than half of it burned quickly, and after burning down, he can escape into the Buddhist sect by turning his head eat.

Before the lingering sound of the exclamation, the figure of the murderous young man flashed, his right hand was raised at a strange angle, as if he was grabbing something, and right in front of him, the "flaming" black-clothed Rong Zian It was like a freeze frame, frozen in place, just half of Yushui Jue in his hand.

Before Qi Hanzhi's eyes, there was another picture - the secret place covered up by some kind of magic technique revealed its original appearance, filled with unsearchable magic energy, and the original dawn sky was covered with a layer of darkness, but in a flash, it returned to normal , everything is like an illusion born in the blink of an eye.

After a sudden change, everyone came back to their senses and took a closer look, only to see that Qi Hanzhi was holding something in his hand. It is not difficult to distinguish it with the eyesight of a cultivator. It is probably a... …hair?

For some unknown reason, Duan Yan behind the crowd clapped his hands suddenly: "Friend Lin, isn't this... a puppet line?"

"En." Qi Hanzhi responded, and casually plucked the unflammable "hair" with his index finger.

The so-called silk drama is a drama, so what the puppets perform is naturally according to the will of the performer.

Finding out the puppet is easy, just burn one at random, if you burn the wrong one, the other one will always be right, but the hard part is catching the fox tail of the person behind the scenes.

The matter of Sixi shouldn't be aimed at him, he only remembered the past in Yanzhou, and no one else knew about it, but there was another Xie Yunlian in the team.

An immortal whose strength is suppressed in the golden core realm is far superior to the treasures of heaven and earth to the evil cultivators who cultivate with the pure and turbid energy of others, and it is impossible for the people behind the scenes not to covet them.

If the caster recognizes him again, the coveted will be doubled again.

At that time, the strongest of the two ways of immortality and demons will be wiped out in one go, and they will be refined together in one furnace. He has already thought of the name, and it is called "Shiquan Dabu Self-casting Luowang Pill".

The corners of Qi Hanzhi's lips curled up, but his eyes were cold. With a little force on his hand, the puppet thread detached from "Rong Zi'an", and as soon as it was separated, it turned into a slender, newborn string. Willow-like branches.

The moment he held the puppet string, what he saw was the real appearance of the secret realm after breaking the barrier.

It's just a pity that the fox cut off its tail too quickly, cutting off the connection with this puppet, and saw too little in that short moment.

But there are also some gains, which are not in vain.

Qi Hanzhi slowly folded the branch-like puppet string a few times, and put it into his waist pocket.

"Pi Xia Dan?" Someone exclaimed.

After the puppet thread was pulled out, Rong Zian in black also disappeared, replaced by a pale paper figure.

The paper figurine has only an outline and no facial features. There is a drop of bright red cinnabar at the center of the only eyebrow. A slender wooden thorn penetrates the paper figurine's eyebrows and nails it to a red fruit—the skin of the fruit is still a little burnt. .

"What the hell is going on here!" The group of men in black who came with Rong Zi'an in black was the first to get excited. In just a while, they had already produced a new leader. A man in black clattered around in front of Rong Yang, seeming to turn his back on the dark: "Sixth young master, brothers really don't understand, fortunately you are here, we will follow your orders."

"Wait a minute." Rong Zi'an in Jinyi stood up, with a half-smile, and interrupted: "Don't be in a hurry to recognize your relatives, you are suspected of mixing with that fake."

"Rong Zi'an, what do you mean?" The leader glared at Jinyi Rong Zi'an.

"What do I mean?" Rong Zi'an sneered: "I'll just treat you as real, Rong Zirui, you followed that fake to chase me down, are you really ignorant, or you just don't like me as the team leader, so hurry Let me die?"

"you--"

The new team leader named Rong Zirui didn't know whether he was enraged by what was said or was slandered for no reason. He pointed at Rong Zi'an and couldn't suppress his anger, but Rong Zi'an didn't give him a chance to speak: "Or , Rong Zirui, you are so daring, you colluded with demons, betrayed the villa, and attempted to murder the third young master!"

Murdering the descendant of the villa is a serious crime.

Rong Zi'an easily exposed Rong Zirui's deep-seated fear, making him dumbfounded.

The reason why he was eager to show his loyalty to the sixth young master was to cover up the matter of chasing and killing the third young master with the fake Rong Zi'an, but this Rong Zi'an...

Rong Zirui was angry and frightened, the hand pointing at Rong Zi'an fell down hard, and he turned his head and knelt down in front of Rong Yang: "I hope the sixth young master will be the master, we are indeed deceived by others!"

The love is sincere and touching.

Qi Hanzhi couldn't help applauding.

Everyone in the Rong family looked over at the sound, with different expressions on their faces. The Demon Lord tilted his head slightly, and asked with a smile, "Is the show over, everyone?"

……

Some people probably do have a gift for stagnant air.

Xie Yunlian who was unwilling to communicate was counted as one, and so was Qi Hanzhi who wanted to find fault.

"Brother Lin, I made you laugh." Rong Yang said it at this time, but he said so, but there was no sense of showing family ugliness on his face, and the corners of his lips did not press, as if he was looking for fun demeanor.

"It's quite funny. This one, um..." Qi Hanzhi turned his gaze to Rong Zi'an in brocade clothes, paused, and said with a smile: "Let's call the fellow Taoist 'Rong Zi'an', although the black-clothed man just now Yours is a red fruit, but you may not be a flower fruit, do you think so?"

Rong Zi'an in Jinyi's expression was ugly, but he also knew that although this person's words and deeds were arrogant, he had hidden rules. He was even more precise in attacking Rong Zi'an in black before. Everyone in Kunlun also trusted him, and he spoke as before. Instigating would only make one feel guilty, so he suppressed the anger in his heart and said, "What do you mean by targeting me like this?"

"Misunderstood." Qi Hanzhi said insincerely: "If you want to talk about targeting, I have to prefer the roasted chestnuts just now."

Everyone: "?"

Look at the burnt Pichard, not to mention, it really looks like a chestnut...

Rong Zian didn't know how to refute for a while, but suddenly he heard someone laughing, turned his head and glared at the past, and found that it was Rong Yang, so he could only swallow his anger and shut up.

After Rong Yang finished laughing, he finally stopped watching the fun: "Brother Zi'an, cultivators don't care about trifles. Brother Lin's words are reasonable, so you should listen to him, so as to teach you brothers and fellow Kunlun fellows to rest assured."

Jinyi Rong Zi'an looked up and looked around, leaving aside the casual cultivators in black and Rong Yang, beside him was Rong Zirui who was watching the show, not far away, the leader of the Kunlun team Zhao Wanchen gave him a slight nod, In the center of the Kunlun team, the younger brother Rong's son, who was carrying the third young master on his back, showed some vigilance in his eyes.

Rong Zian took a deep breath, turned to Qi Hanzhi, tried his best to be calm but couldn't help gnashing his teeth: "How do you want me to prove it?"

A short dagger appeared in Qi Hanzhi's hand, and he handed it over: "Please."

Rong Zian: "..."

Deceiving too much!

Rong Zi'an took the short dagger angrily, tore off the hair crown, and slashed at the long hair. The dagger was also a magic weapon, and it was easy to blow the hair off.Seeing that Rong Zi'an's black hair was cut neatly, holding the severed hair in one hand, he looked at Qi Hanzhi: "Fellow Daoist, is this enough?"

Qi Hanzhi put his hands in his hands, like a gentleman: "It's not enough."

Hearing this, Rong Zi'an, who was forced to hold back his anger due to the situation, turned pale, and threw his severed hair all over the ground: "Don't bully others too much!"

Qi Hanzhi was still in the previous posture, so he could just stand aside, looking like a villain.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhao Wanchen, the leader of the Kunlun team, took half a step forward: "Don't be surprised, Fellow Daoist Rong, the secret realm is weird, and Fellow Daoist Lin is also taking precautions."

The words are polite, and the content is also clear-the matter is urgent, let's continue to cut.

Kunlun was originally the leader of the Immortal Sect, but at this moment, in contrast to the scene, there were even more people. Rong Zi'an endured his anger and finally shaved off his hair.

The cool wind in the valley blows over his bald head, not to mention the puppet thread on his head, Rong Zi'an in brocade clothes with no hair left glared at Qi Hanzhi: "This is the head office!"

Qi Hanzhi looked up and down, nodded: "Mmm..."

Rong Zi'an sneered, broke his hair in disregard, and was about to leave when he heard the man behind him sigh, saying inexplicably, "So there is no puppet thread on the puppet's head."

The next moment, severe pain came from his chest. Jin Yi Rong Zi'an's expression froze and he lowered his head tremblingly. A slender hand came out from his chest. His fingertips were wrapped in thin and dense silk threads, and blood flowed along those threads. The hand slipped and dripped down his chest.

Still warm.

There is no puppet line on the human puppet head.

He is the real Rong Zian, but also a puppet.

Then he...was already dead?

That hand grasped his heart, which had already been densely penetrated and entwined with the puppet strings. The puppet strings were broken at every root, and the moment before his consciousness disappeared, Rong Zian felt a long-lost relief.

With a "bang", Rong Zian's body fell down, the wooden spikes that fixed the paper figurine between his eyebrows turned into ashes, and the pale paper figurine fell down, leaving only a tinge of bright red.

Qi Hanzhi squeezed the water-repelling formula with his empty hand, and watched indifferently as the blood that had been diluted to light red rolled over his heart riddled with holes, and fell down his fingertips.

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