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Are you here to kill me too?

In the realm of cultivating immortals, there are beautiful fairy mountains and valleys everywhere, full of spiritual energy.

But there is one place, the poor mountains and bad waters, which makes people daunting.

Many years ago, countless corpses and bones piled up to form a wilderness. No one who stepped into it could come out completely. No one knew what was there. land".

There are countless living soul shells buried in Calvary. Throughout the ages, none of them can leave a name.

Wen Can stood on a small hill piled up with skeletons, with the foggy and cold ruins behind him. He was holding a blood-stained long sword. The black lines on the sword were covered by blood, and it was almost indistinguishable.

"Wen Yijun, hand over the Miexie Sword and the "San Tong Qi", and we may spare your death!"

Wen Can, with the same characters, he used to like his name the most, he thought it sounded good, and he would introduce it solemnly wherever he went, as if he was afraid that others would not remember it.

Now that he shouted it from those few people, he just felt disgusted and his name was dirty.

Wen Can picked up the long sword and asked, "Is this yours?"

He was answered by looking at each other.

"Since it's not, then why do you think that I will give these two things to you? Or do you all think that who has the ability to take things away from me?"

Wen Can raised her eyelids, raised her sleeves and wiped the blood on her cheeks. The bright red blood soon soaked into the cuffs of the black robe, and then disappeared.

He hated being stained with blood the most in his life, but he was always helplessly stained with the blood of many people.Whether it's friends or relatives, all the people he once valued will all stand on the opposite side of him, and then justly criticize him.

He's already used to it, but occasionally he still laughs at himself, and then continues to act as if there's nothing to do.

Seeing that Wen Can was soft and stubborn, the group of people who kept saying they wanted to attack him became even more resentful. They wanted to kill him with their swords, but they also cared about the evil sword in his hand, fearing that Wen Can would be cornered. Will choose to die together.

He was already a lunatic, he was driven into a hurry, but he could do anything.

Then, some people started to comfort him: "Wen Yijun, you are also a disciple of the aristocratic family after all, a disciple of Qingxuan Mountain, the head of the immortal sect, and you are not afraid of losing the face of the Lanxi Wen family and Qingxuan Mountain if you associate with evil spirits?"

The fact that Wen Can can summon evil spirits with the Extinguishing Sword in his hand is known to the entire Immortal Sect. Except for Qingxuan Mountain's promise not to intervene in this siege, almost all the respectable families of the Immortal Sect gathered here.

As one of the aristocratic families, the Lanxi Wen family naturally couldn't escape, especially the one who was attacked was the second son of the Wen family.

Thinking that he would take the Wen family's face into consideration and weigh his own actions, Wen Can suddenly laughed out loud: "You may not know that I have already been expelled from the Wen family. From now on, Lanxi The Wen family only has one eldest son, Wen Ziyu, and no second son. So, do you think I'm afraid of losing face?"

Wen Can will never forget what the head of the Wen family said when he was kicked out of the house: "My Wen family does not have a rebellious son like you, and I have never recognized your son."

Then he turned his eyes away and didn't look at the black robe again.

It seemed that the immortal families did not expect the Wen family to put aside their relationship so decisively. In the past, they all knew that Wen Su hated him as the second son the most, but they did not expect to be so decisive and expel Wen Can from the house in public.

Originally, they wanted to play a family card to make Wen Can feel scruples, so they caught it without a fight, but now it seems that they can't use it.

The Wen family draws a clear line, and Qingxuanshan doesn't care what they say. If they want to snatch the "San Tong Qi", they have to rely on themselves.

After a dead silence, someone finally spoke up: "Wen Yijun, don't be arrogant. You colluded with evil spirits and hurt dozens of my disciples in Wanjing Mountain. If you don't get rid of you, it's hard to quell the anger of everyone! Now you are at the end of your strength. Today Let's set up a net, even if you have the ability to reach the sky, you can't fly!"

"Okay, then come on." Wen Can straightened her sleeves and hid the blood-stained cuffs in her outer robe.

The blood-stained clothes were hidden in the fog, and the fog behind them was getting thicker and thicker, almost submerging them. Wen Can took out a booklet from his arms, raised the sword in one hand, and held up the book in the other, dangling brightly in front of everyone's eyes.

"Since there is no reason to say it, then there is no need to say it again. The "San Tong Qi" and the Miexie Sword are in my hands now, so are you going to come one by one, or together?"

As soon as he raised his hand, he threw the "San Tong Qi" into the sky, and the gust of wind swayed the flying paper pages, and the hearts of all the people who were hanging from the immortal sect were gripped, for fear that the thin booklet would be blown away by the gust of wind. shredded.

"Everyone is innocent, but pregnant is guilty. Since you want this thing so much, why not destroy it together!"

The slightly cool voice reverberated in Calvary, curling up in mist, revealing a deep chill.

When the Miexie sword is raised, the evil spirits will be wanton.

Countless white bones burst out of the ground, and the shrill sound resounded through the sky. Wen Can's eyes were red, and all the people who stood in front of him and didn't know whether to live or die were thrown away.

He has long lost his mind, he just wants to let this group of people perish together with the "Chan Tong Qi".

"Wen Can!"

Just when Wen Can was about to lose his temper, a cold voice stopped him.

Wen Can turned around, Juanxiu's side face was stained with blood, he blinked, he couldn't quite see the man's appearance anymore.

I only vaguely felt that it was a figure like a banished fairy, as if he came from the clouds, and he was lonely and cold. In his memory, he always had a cold face, without a trace of expression, and his face was full of aloofness that strangers should not get close to.

But why, he just seemed to see the anger gushing out of that person's eyes and...

A trace of distress.

"Eldest brother, are you here to kill me too?" Wen Can raised her eyes, her thin body shaking slightly.

Everyone is afraid of the threat of his Exterminating Evil Sword and "San Tong Qi", saying that he is a demon from a group of ghosts, with a ferocious face, but in fact he is very good-looking, with a handsome face, and the unruly youthful spirit is in his eyes. It is vividly displayed on the body.

The man didn't speak, Wen Can said in his heart.

He could have a glimmer of hope for anyone to spare his life, but this person in front of him couldn't.

Wen Can habitually put her hands behind her back and hid her sleeves: "That's right, Mr. Ling Qing came here in person. If you can't take my life back, how can you explain to the elders of Qingxuan Mountain?"

Laughing self-deprecatingly, but also as if there was nothing more than a farce in front of him, Wen Can folded his hands behind his back and stared at him with crooked eyes.

"Ling Qingjun, this evil spirit used tricks to hurt so many people from the Xianmen family. Could it be that Qingxuan Mountain just stands by like this?"

"The Miexie Sword came from Qingxuan Mountain. Seventeen years ago, all the immortals in Qingxuan Mountain were able to kill their relatives righteously, killing their disciples with their own hands. Today, if you think about it, Lord Ling Qing will definitely not protect your junior brother!"

Those members of the aristocratic family were trapped by the bones, while they were busy dealing with the evil spirits, they did not forget to win over Yun Lian.Xianmen and Shijia are two factions. Most of the family members can't touch the edge of cultivating immortals, and there are few people who know magic skills, so there are more casualties.

Seeing that the people they brought were almost swallowed up by the bones, and they didn't even touch the corner of Wen Can, they were naturally anxious.Watching Yunlian fall from the sky, it was like seeing a hopeful patron saint.

Wen Can hooked the corner of her mouth, and ended the person who tried to attack him with a sword, and said slowly: "Okay, why do you have to act in front of me, let them say so righteously, as if you really would cover me. Everyone knows that as long as If Ling Qingjun makes a move, I, Wen Yijun, will definitely not be able to leave here alive, right, master, master, brother."

Although they are brothers in name, their relationship is not as good as the strangers in front of him who have flirted with him.

Yun Lian is the proud son of heaven, but he is a dead tree in the mire. He doesn't like Yun Lian's self-proclaimed loftiness and unstainedness.

The two of them have always looked down on each other, so it is impossible for him to have a relationship with Yun Lian here.

Yun Lian fell in front of Wen Can, his pure white robe melted into the mist, and the hem of his clothes was stained with bloody black air. For the first time, he did not frown in disgust at Wen Can, and said lightly: "I am indeed ordered To clear the door."

The point of Wen Can's sword pointed at the ground, blood dripped down the black blade onto the pitch-black ground, as if evoking a breath of greed.

Hearing what he said, Wen Can breathed a sigh of relief for some reason, her peach blossom eyes twitched slightly, and she glanced at Yun Lian disdainfully: "Then you go with them, Ling Qingjun's swordsmanship is excellent, I think he won't be as incompetent as them .”

Yun Lian's eyes flickered, but he didn't speak.

The eerie white bones are still pouring out, no one knows how many bones are buried here, if one is broken up, another one will come up one after another, continuously.

While dealing with the people of Xianmen, Wen Can summoned more bones to rush towards Yunlian.He wanted to see what this proud son of heaven, who had never been willing to be stained with dust, would look like when he fell into the mortal world. The more Yun Lian was entangled, the more excited Wen Can became.

Countless white bones broke through the ground, Wen Can's sword edge fell, her eyes were scarlet, she looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Since everyone is here, let's die together!"

With Yun Lian personally coming to bury him with him, even his death was worth it.

Looking at the dense bones gathered around, Yun Lian frowned, raised his hand and summoned a silver long sword, and plunged it straight into the ground in front of him, shaking away all the evil spirits around him in an instant.

Everyone was busy dealing with the evil spirits, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

At this moment, a feathered arrow infused with aura shot out from the stone wall in the corner, like a sharp poisonous thorn, pierced through the white bones in front of Wen Can, and sank into his chest.

Wen Can didn't hide, as if he was stuck in his footsteps, he stood still on the spot, and fell down slowly after a while.

Without the guidance of the Miexie Sword, the evil spirits instantly dissipated in the mist, and the thick fog gradually receded, revealing the desolation of the ruins of Skullland.

The crowd surrounded Wen Can where he fell, and the gleaming long sword almost wanted to tear him apart.

A thin book fell from the sky and landed in front of Wen Can, a page was blown away at will, and there were also doodles of his childhood pranks.

His life was a waste after all.

Wen Can clenched his teeth, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the smell of blood swallowed his last thoughts.The black crowd seemed to have torn off the last mask, and stretched out the devil's claws at him.

"If I die, you will never get the real "Campong Contract"."

Wen Can exhausted his last strength to pull out the feather arrow, looked at them with a pair of peach blossom eyes and smiled, raised his head and laughed, every sound was like the coldness from hell.

"I, Wen Can, swear by blood in this life, if there is a chance to do it all over again, I will let all those who harmed me be buried with me!"

After all, a mouthful of blood spewed out.

The poisonous gas in the feather arrow instantly spread to Wen Can's limbs and bones, and his eyes gradually blurred.

Wen Can stretched out her hand, wanting to grab the pure white shirt, which was so clean that it dazzled the eye.

A whimpering sound came from the ground, and he clinging to the ground, vaguely saw a pure white figure standing in front of him, covering him with his clothes.

The author has something to say: Open the article, open the article - Cultivating Immortals in the sky, privately set up like a mountain, there is no specific advancement process, the question is the most powerful attack and subject, strong confrontation. (However, Shou wins more, because he is more likely to pretend to be weak, and he is reluctant to fight.)

Practice writing, people set the public, if the writing is not good, please bear with me, but don't ginseng the rooster, I will work hard.