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"How did Immortal Wenlan, who didn't have a merit cup back then, fight with his own death?" Rong Han put the blood-stained Xue Po Orb back into Rong Shuangzhi's hand with trembling hands, Lingling stood up and looked at this one The extremely cold snow field that can't be seen, murmured and repeated.

Wang Chuanjian finally gave up on Wuci Xianzun, trembling and whistling, flew into Rong Han's hands.Wuji Immortal Venerable is white-clothed and white-haired, as clean as a crescent moon in a mountain stream, in this gloomy world, he almost wants to merge with the snow-capped mountains.Only the Wangchuan sword in his hand erupted like a volcano with a scorching aura in an instant, heading towards the Wuci Immortal Venerable, like killing a god.

"Wuci, Wu told me that the foot of Fuxue Mountain is an ancient magic cave, and the magic energy is different than before. Fortunately, Wen Lan, a life body with pure yin, voluntarily perishes. Although even his soul is suppressed by Fuxue Under the snow-capped mountains, don't make any rash moves. Otherwise, the demonic energy will overflow, and it will be a disaster for the common people. Even if I rescue him and Wen Lan wakes up, he will blame me and hate me, and he will not die well." Rong Han approached Wu Ci step by step , Decidedly said: "So, I know that his soul is under the Fuxue Mountain, and he was tortured by the bitter cold in the endless cold night, and I never came to break through the formation to rescue him."

"You told me to wait, saying that the mantle of the Wuming Immortal Venerable is still there, and when one day there will be a disciple with pure yin horoscope and excellent talent who will learn the Zequilt, I will be able to take him to slaughter all the demon corpses and save Wen Lan. After waiting for 60 years, there is finally a holy hand Xiaoxianjun with pure yin characters. But before he learns the Zebei world, he has disappeared, and he does not know whether he is alive or dead."

"You made me wait again. I waited for another ten years before Qing Zhaozong had Rong Shuangzhi and Jiang Xuehan." Rong Han raised his epee, and the voice echoed on the empty mountain, infinitely desolate, but with a tinge. It is the grief and indignation of weeping blood. "Today, you are in front of me, wanting to kill Shuang Zhi without saying a word; today, the sage Xiaoxian Jun, who has been missing for 30 years, suddenly ran out, came out with the body of my Taoist companion, and told me that my Taoist companion Wen Lan He didn't die that year!"

"In the past hundred years, I have suffered a lot, waiting for them to increase their cultivation, but I am afraid that the waiting with expectations will be in vain; I am afraid that Wen Lan's soul will not be able to last a hundred years, even if someone learns the world again. When I saw Wen Lan again, he only had a handful of loess left. I have asked myself countless times, I can’t even keep the one I cherish, so what’s the use of asking? What do the world do to me? I have also complained to Wenlan countless times, why I know that there is still me in this world, but I have to take the responsibility that I can't do. What should I do if I leave me so cruelly?"

Immortal Venerable Wuji raised Wangchuan sword high, fixed his sharp eyes on Immortal Wuci and said, "I also want to know how Wenlan, who didn't even carry the merit cup with him back then, fell into such a state. of!"

"I was not in Fuxue Mountain back then, you asked me, how would I know?" Wuci Immortal Venerable retreated, staring at Rong Han not daring to let him go, for fear that he would come up suddenly and fight with himself if he disagreed with him .

At this moment, he regretted that he had just used the sound transmission to enter his ears. There were many monks around Fuxue Mountain, and he wanted to use their ears to bear witness for his murder.Who would have thought that it would be used by Wuji to spread Qing Zhaozong's secretiveness extensively.It's just that it's too late to regret it now, so I can only be wise and protect myself before thinking about it in the long run.

"Yeah, you don't know." Immortal Wuji's eyes were red, veins popped out of the hand holding the Wangchuan sword, but his voice was steady, like a wind chant, and he murmured: "Since you also I don't know, let's take a look, what is under the Fuxue Mountain. It has lied to me for a hundred years, and made my Taoist companion suffer for a hundred years!"

After all, the Wang Chuan sword left from his hand, but it didn't aim at Immortal Venerable Wu Ci.With the sword intent of swallowing the sky and fertile sun, his aura rushed into the sky, like a shadow, covering the originally dim moon.

"Run! Wuji Immortal Venerable has the power to destroy mountains and seas!" Gu Ying, who was treating Gu Liufeng with a sullen face, raised his eyes in horror, hugged Gu Liufeng and flew up, and Rong Shuangzhi was caught on Fengyue Sword swiftly, fly up.

The sky and the earth are shaking, just like the sky is cracking.The bursting aura was so hot that it could melt the wind and snow, Rong Shuangzhi threw the cloak to Gu Ying, and flew upwards with the Xue Po Orb desperately.I could only hear the mountains behind me like a monster with its mouth wide open, gradually collapsing and shattering in the sound of "rumbling—rumbling—".

Endless snow rolled down, covering everything with an avalanche, but when it touched the spiritual light, it instantly turned into water. After a while, Rong Shuangzhi saw the black rocks and loess underneath, and the mottled and horizontal trenches were exposed in the faint morning light. , looked extremely hideous.

Only now did Rong Shuang realize that the mountain that was once covered with snow looked like a tomb.

On the tomb, Rong Han held the corpse of the dead demon corpse with one hand, raised his sword and stood upright, and the white clothes were crossed to Phnom Penh by the morning sun.After years of snow finally stopped, Rong Shuang raised her eyes in bewilderment, looking at the Fuxue Mountain that had been exposed on the ground, and a section of it had been flattened.

Looking up, there was no sign of a demon corpse.

There is only one cave in the mountains, and now it has seen the sun, and the mountains of Xuanbingyu have built a large formation, which is exactly the same as the one under Fengfeng Pavilion, shining black light under the blue sky and white sun, countless black light images are Black maggots generally circulate in the formation.Without the cover of the snow-capped mountains, the continuously escaping devilish energy soared into the sky, then disintegrated instantly under the sunlight, and dissipated between the heaven and the earth, quietly and invisible.

For a moment, Rong Shuang seemed to be exhausted, and subconsciously covered Gu Liufeng's eyes with her hands.When he realized that Gu Liufeng had passed out long ago, he pursed his lips, only feeling that his chest was tight, and he wished to vomit out the nausea in his heart from his throat!

There is no demon corpse cave under the Fuxue Mountain, but there is a supreme Mahayana formation for refining demon corpse poison in the south, which is non-stop day in and day out. Misfortune!

Outside the clear sky, the monks who witnessed this scene exploded. "Such a Mahayana formation, but do such evil! Who is so vicious? Its heart can be punished!"

"Hundreds of years ago, Immortal Wen Lan died here to stop the evil energy, and he was famous for it. But it turned out that there was no demon corpse here, so how did Immortal Wen Lan die?"

"There isn't even half a demon corpse here. Immortal Wen Lan must have been murdered and silenced, and died of resentment!"

"Where does it stop? Look at the person in Wuji Immortal Venerable's arms, the whole body is black, I'm afraid not only his mouth will be killed, but even his soul will be grinded!"

"Hateful! Damn! Who has such ability!"

"Immortal Wen Lan has been wronged for a hundred years, and he can quietly set up such a Mahayana formation!" A young cultivator stroked his beard and sighed: "Where are the people who can't escape their Qing Zhaozong?"

"Look! Immortal Venerable Wuji is gone!"

Only then did everyone look up, only to see that Immortal Venerable Wuji had already disappeared into the sky, not even a trace of Immortal Wuci.

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Qing Zhaozong, Wuci Immortal Venerable came back first, broke into Wuxiang Immortal Venerable's hall without even saying hello, looked at him coldly, covered in snow.

"Why are you in such a hurry? What's the matter?" Wuxiang Immortal Venerable frowned, sitting on the high seat without moving.There is an unfinished merit cup in his arms, and he carefully engraves the formation on it.

Everyone in Qing Zhaozong is proud to be awarded the merit cup, because the merit cup is not only an honor, but also a spiritual weapon carved by Wuxiang Xianzun himself.Only very few people will know what kind of formation is engraved in the merit cup.Not many people know that this merit cup was just a gift for one person.

Perhaps when the first cup appeared, they should stop.When asking about cultivation, there is no shortcut to follow. Such things that violate the way of heaven and can take other people's cultivation are bound to arouse people's greed.Make people beyond redemption.

"Who is this for?" Wuci Xianzun took a deep breath, looking at the cup in a daze.

"Jiang Xuehan has already been awarded the merit cup, this great Qing Zhaozong, besides Rong Shuangzhi, who else can deserve the next merit cup?" Wuxiang Immortal Venerable said indifferently without even raising his head. "It's better for Rong Shuangzhi to enter the secret realm. Jiang Xuehan is a cautious person. Last time he tried to lure him to Fengfeng Pavilion to plant the devil corpse poison, but he didn't succeed. I don't know when the next time will be. Even if he enters the secret realm, there is no devil corpse poison. He will not transfer his cultivation to the merit cup."

"No wonder you are in such a hurry to make a merit cup for Rong Shuangzhi." Wuci Immortal Venerable smiled, walked in front of him silently, and said softly: "Wuxiang, look up at me."

"What's the matter?" Wuxiang Immortal Venerable subconsciously replied, only at the moment when he raised his head, a silver needle reached his forehead and inserted it firmly.The Phaseless Immortal Venerable of the Mahayana period fell silent, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

"Don't blame me." Wuci Immortal Venerable sighed, looking at his former best friend with a rather wistful look. "It's also thanks to you being injured last time and hurting your soul. I was able to succeed so easily."

"Wuxiang, Wuji went to Fuxue Mountain." Immortal Venerable Wuci stretched out his hand, put away the unfinished cup, and said quietly: "The merit cup is useless. They discovered the formation under Fuxue Mountain. Now that the water is overwhelmed, Qing Zhaozong will lose his reputation soon."

"Heavenly reincarnation, Wuxiang, Qing Zhaozong has long since disappeared. Since we won the nameless merit cup to help ourselves cultivate for the sake of the snail's name, we are doomed. Now, the only thing I can do is to , break the boat and sink the boat." Wuci's eyes showed a cold light, and he said grimly.

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When Immortal Venerable Wuji returned to his sect, the light of the Wangchuan Sword made the sunlight in the sky eclipse.Only the Wuxiang Immortal in the main hall remained motionless, his fingers that looked like dry branches rested on the ground, and his eyes were tightly closed.Until the moment Wuji Immortal Venerable stepped into the hall, his black eyelids suddenly lifted, and he smiled mockingly at him.

Dense black air rose from the ground, entangled towards Immortal Venerable Wuji like countless black snakes.

But when he was close to Immortal Venerable Wuji, he was cut off by his sword, and quickly flew back and said angrily: "You don't even pretend!"

Immediately, Wangchuan Sword flew straight out with the power of thunder, and smashed towards the majestic and solemn hall. Amid the rumbling sound of the wall's tilting and beams breaking, the sword turned, and fiercely nailed Wuxiang Immortal there. On the unfinished formation.

The wind blew and the leaves fell, but the blackened corpse in the temple did not fall down, and was buried in the gloomy and decadent ruins with the deafening rumbling sound.

The snow-colored robe hugged the blackened demon corpse and brushed past the pines and ravines.Hanging under Wang Chuan's sword was the screaming ghost who had just been killed.

The disciples of Qing Zhaozong watched the figure they had admired resolutely leave, accompanied by that cold voice echoing between heaven and earth: "Qing Zhaozong harmed my Taoist companion without a trace, and I, Rong Han, put him under the sword today. Qing Zhaozong The disciples should take this as a warning, if I see the demon corpse poison again, I will pursue it to the end, and I will never die."