After the villain's cultivation base is lost

Xi Jianglan curled his fingers suddenly.

He is also a member of the Xiezhi sect.

With his life hanging by a thread, Xi Jianglan's first reaction was to be bored.

Why is Xiezhizong always haunted?

Sooner or later, he had to find a way to kill Sheng Jiao.

The blade was sharp and cold, clinging to the blood of Xi Jianglan's neck, freezing the water on his neck into thin ice.

Xi Jianglan was dressed in drenched single clothes, his bones were torn apart, he felt the aura of this person coming from hell, and there was no disturbance in his heart, he even dared to move his gaze slightly upwards, and finally landed on the person's face .

Oh, nothing special.

This person has half black hair, and only an ordinary sword in his hand, but every inch is full of fierce cold light, when he looks down at him from a high position, he feels full of oppression.

There was a jade token hanging around his waist, with a faint blue thunder pattern light shining.

——That was Xi Jianglan's search and arrest order, and the Xiezhi Zong tattoo seal on his shoulder was also a reaction to this jade order.

Xi Jianglan put half of his heart down in an instant.

Not Sheng Jiao.

That's right, no matter what Sheng Jiao does, he will be killed by lightning in a day, no matter what he does, there is no need to disguise his identity.

It's just that Xi Jianglan hadn't breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly saw that the man's sword was slowly dripping blood from the tiger's mouth at this moment, and a familiar sword intent rushed towards his face along with the smell of blood.

Xi Jianglan's heart skipped a beat: "It's over."

It was Chun Yu's sword intent.

Xi Jianglan's natal sword is called Chunyu, and anyone who is injured by it will have sharp sword intent remaining in the wound, making it difficult to heal.

This person is not only a member of the Xiezhi Sect, but also an enemy who was hurt by him? !

Although he was a dude when he was young, he didn't like to use Chunyu. Xi Jianglan racked his brains and couldn't remember who he had hurt with Chunyu.

At this time, the ordinary man said something again.

"Xi Jue, you..."

Xi Jianglan's necklace buckle earrings were soaked in water, and they didn't work very sensitively. The earrings "sizzled" a few times, but Xi Jianglan couldn't hear the last half of the sentence clearly.

He subconsciously looked at the shape of the man's lips, but because of the movement of raising his head, the cold blade drew a bloodstain straight against his neck.

The man's rock-steady hand snapped.

Xi turned his pupils lightly.

Afraid of hurting him?

The same is true of the girl named Shang Yuan just now, she seems to move fiercely, but every time the binding silk falls on her body, she quickly withdraws it, lest she will touch him.

What are they afraid of?

In an instant, Xi Jianglan's mind was spinning like a spinning top that had been whipped.

"My lord, do you know the search and arrest warrant of the Xiezhi sect in the thirteen states, why is it that only mine specifically marked the capture alive?"

The cold sword intent froze slightly.

The man looked down at him, and finally said after a long time: "Why?"

It was just two words, he seemed to be having a hard time saying them, his thin lips moved lightly, and he paused every word.

Xi Jianglan said in his heart: "It's really captured alive, you're right."

He chuckled unfathomably—even though he was still kneeling and pulling the hem of his clothes to support his body, he still did not lose his demeanor: "Of course there are some people in your Xiezhi sect who are too selfish for me, and they don't want me to die."

The man's voice seemed odd.

"……Who?"

Xi Jianglan calmly said, "Whoever issued my search warrant is naturally who it is."

The man frowned slightly.

"Yes, you are right." Xi Jianglan said, "...it is Sect Master Sheng."

That person: "..."

Xi Jianglan seemed to be shocked when he looked at the person, and continued to speak nonsense.

"Sheng Jiao has a deep-seated love for me. He is wise and powerful, and his cultivation is the number one in the thirteen states. If you hurt me, there will be no good results."

That person: "..."

Xi Jianglan relied on this mouth to bluff and deceive in the thirteen states. He hid in hiding for six years without being caught by Xie Zhizong. His ability can be seen.

Anyway, as long as the person who came was not Sheng Jiao, the emperor would dare to spout nonsense.

The man was silent, staring at him for a long time, repeating every word.

"...with deep roots of love?"

"Yes." Xi Jianglan nodded, raised his hand to gather the Yingluo earrings, "This is the token of love from your patriarch, it's worth a hundred spirit stones."

That person: "..."

Xi Jianglan was right, the Yingluo button was indeed given to him by Sheng Jiao.

——It was just sent by him under force.

But at this moment, in Xi Jianglan's mouth was Sheng Jiao's sincere token of love, and he didn't even blush.

The man seemed to be moved, and the sharp blade was withdrawn swiftly.

Clang——

It was the sound of the sword being sheathed.

Sheng Jiao said calmly, "Really?"

Xi Jianglan said in his heart, "Exactly. If you want to kill me, you have to carefully consider whether you can beat Sheng Jiao."

Sheng Jiao looked at him indifferently.

Xi Jianglan's drenched snow-white underclothes were almost translucent and clinging to his body. He had been sick for too long, kneeling in that small ball, looking like a young man who had just grown up.

Xi Jue had a baby at the age of 17, and his stature should have remained at that year for the rest of his life, but he felt that he was not powerful enough, so he tried his best to take the panacea.

Later, he managed to grow taller, but when he turned his head, he saw that Sheng Jiao, who was also 17 years old and had a baby, was half a head taller than him. He was so angry that he skipped two bowls of meals that day.

Sheng Jiao glanced at Xi Jianglan's "Zhao" tattoo on Xi Jianglan's right shoulder without a trace, and opened his lips slightly.

"Follow me and return to Xiezhizong."

Xi Jianglan's eyelashes were covered with a layer of hoarfrost, and he frowned upon hearing this.

Wasn't this person afraid of Sheng Jiao just now?

Didn't all these sadomasochism, good, evil, and sadism move this lump of ice?

When he was young, Xi Jianglan used his ability to attract cats and dogs to offend Sheng Jiao to death.

Later, after the whole family of Xi's family was massacred, he was arrested and sent to Xie Zhizong, where he escaped from prison under Sheng Jiao's nose.

If he was captured and brought back to the Xiezhi sect, Sheng Jiao, the cold-faced and cold-hearted killing god, would most likely be able to cut off his dog's head and hang his corpse for public display.

How could Xi Jianglan dare to go back with him, and immediately babbled nonsense.

"My lord, you don't understand the true meaning of Sect Master Sheng's search warrant. Sheng Jiao is so in love with me that even others who hooked up with me would be jealous and send down lightning to strike them. Naturally, they just want to catch me with their own hands. If you go back and claim credit , [-]% will be expelled from the Xiezhi Sect by the possessive Sect Master Sheng."

Sheng Jiao: "..."

Sheng Jiao finally got impatient, and raised his hand to pull Xi Jianglan's search warrant from his waist.

Holding it casually, the jade ring immediately turned into snow-white powder and fell to the ground.

At the same time, the tattoo on Xi Jianglan's shoulder also shrank inch by inch, and finally turned into a red mole, like a drop of blood.

The burning sensation in his shoulder finally subsided.

Sheng Jiao turned and left without saying a word.

Xi Jianglan clutched his right shoulder and was stunned for a while.

People from the Xiezhi sect recognized him and didn't try to arrest him. How could there be such a good thing?

It seems that the prestige of "Mrs. Sheng" can be used again in the future.

But before he finished his joy, he suddenly felt an invisible force tugging on his wrist, pulling his slender body staggeringly, and stumbled forward two steps.

Xi Jianglan looked at Sheng Jiao's wrist in a daze, and as expected, he found an imperceptible black iron chain hidden in the air.

——That's the tie silk used by the Xie Zhizong to arrest the criminals, which can make people lose their spiritual power and make it impossible to escape.

Xi Jianglan: "..."

Still got caught.

Xi Jianglan had just soaked in the water, and his whole body began to feel hot. He staggered two steps and fell to the ground with a "plop".

Bie Ling tensed suddenly, pulling his slender wrist upwards.

Sheng Jiao stopped and looked at him coldly.

His eyes were too aggressive, like a gust of wind poured in from the soles of his feet, and the chill that penetrated into the bone marrow spread all over his body.

Xi Jianglan's greatest strength is his ability to assess the situation, his ability to bend and stretch, and seeing that there is nowhere to escape when he is wearing the silk, he quickly changed his tactics, raised his head and said pitifully: "My lord, the search warrant issued by my Taoist companion is indeed an indication of capture Me?"

Sheng Jiao seemed to be overwhelmed by this "Tao Companion", and his eyes went blank for a rare moment.

After a long time, he said: "...why?"

"...you want to capture me alive." Xi Jianglan's body trembling slightly, his long hair covered with thick hoarfrost, innocently said, "If you don't save me, I'm going to freeze to death here. At that time, your suzerain I must hug the corpse and cry, and kill you in a fit of rage to be buried with me."

Sheng Jiao: "..."

Sheng Jiao was silent for a long time, and said, "What do you want?"

"Clothes." Xi Jianglan stretched out his hand towards him as expected, "...I think the crane cloak you are wearing is not bad, please take it off and lend it to me, sir."

Sheng Jiao: "..."

Sheng Jiao looked at him condescendingly, as if he didn't understand why this man could say such indecent things about stealing people's clothes so confidently.

He raised his hand to tie Ling Jue, intending to drag him away.

Xi Jianglan moved quickly, as if he was in the habit of touching porcelain, he flattened it straight away, pretending to be dying.

"I'm going to die, my parents are here to pick me up. Ah, the Rakshasa of the Underworld is just around the corner—my lord, if you see Sect Master Sheng, you must tell him to remember to burn more paper money for me during the Ghost Festival."

Sheng Jiao: "..."

Xi Jianglan's face was pale, and all over his body was written "I'm about to go to Huangquan, I have to burn paper money."

Suddenly, the crane cloak and ink-colored robe that still had warmth were thrown directly at him.

Sheng Jiao only wore black single clothes, wide shoulders and narrow waist, not afraid of the cold wind at all.

"Put on and go."

Xi Jiang was shivering from the cold, he didn't talk nonsense, he looked around and found no one around, he shook his hands and took off his frozen undercoat.

Yu Epiphyllum hidden in the sleeve had long since fallen into the water with the robe and disappeared.

Today is really a big ominous day, and everything is inappropriate.

Sheng Jiao looked back inadvertently, and turned sideways abruptly.

The scabbard swept out a circle of spiritual power, and blasted the lake beside it into snow-white sprays of tens of feet.

"you!"

Xi Jianglan tied up the belt of his robe while "mourning" Yu Tanhua, his black hair was frozen to ice, he rubbed it twice casually, and the ice slag powder fell down.

Hearing the movement, he looked up in surprise, and saw the man with his back facing him, holding the sword hilt tightly, and thought, "Oh, this person is really the same kind of person as Sheng Jiao."

I'm ashamed to even watch people take off their clothes.

The cheeky man surnamed Xi no longer knew what shyness was, so he casually put on his outer robe and wrapped his thick crane cloak, and said with a smile, "Is your lord looking no evil?"

Sheng Jiao walked away without saying a word.

Xi Jianglan laughed loudly, and walked after him.

Xie Zhizong's robes had dark patterns of silver threads, weaving them into an impenetrable array, and Xi Jianglan's almost frozen body gradually warmed up.

After he regained his composure, he raised his head and scanned his surroundings, only to realize later that this place was actually outside the Guchang Temple.

Guchang Temple is not a real temple, but the former site of a Buddhist temple near the snow-capped mountains in the north of Yuchuan. Due to the sale of spiritual objects all year round, countless monks gradually gathered to take root.

Outside Guchang Temple is a vast and boundless ghost forest, covered with paper money and yellow paper, ghostly ghost fire jumping among the mountains and forests.

The surroundings were full of ghosts, and from time to time, there were a few ghosts crying and laughing, echoing in the ears, making people's hairs stand on end.

"My lord?" Xi Jianglan sensed something was wrong, "Aren't you going to take me back to Xiezhizong?"

Sheng Jiao walked towards the thousand-story steps, cherishing the words like gold: "Let's go to Guchang Temple first."

Xi Jianglan rolled his eyes and smiled.

There is no unparalleled road, and Feng Yu is also in Guchang Temple.

I don't know what kind of spiritual objects are sold in Guchang Temple today, so that this person will bring him a criminal no matter how many nights and dreams there are.

Anyway, as long as he finds the bully surnamed Feng, he will definitely be able to escape from this person.

Xi Jianglan was completely relieved, trotted a few steps with his bare feet, and approached Sheng Jiao unceremoniously: "Does your lord have any old enmity with me?"

Sheng Jiao froze and took half a step to the side.

He had used his spiritual power to forcibly heal the wound on his right hand's tiger's mouth, but the sword intent was still flying around, and it burst open again after a while, with bloodstains dripping down his pale hand.

Xi Jianglan thought to himself, how pitiful.

The sword intent was rampant in the flesh and blood, tearing apart the healed bones and blood, which was simply a torture.

Thinking of this, Xi Jianglan sighed silently, and suddenly raised his hand to grab Sheng Jiao's wrist.

Sheng Jiao's forearm tensed instantly, and he could hardly restrain his spiritual power, so he threw the sick child several miles away.

"Thank you sir for not killing me." Xi Jianglan didn't seem to notice his resistance, he looked at Sheng Jiao with a hook in his eyes, and said softly, "Let me draw out the sword intent for my lord. "

Sheng Jiao still folded his five fingers together, hid the wound, and looked at him indifferently.

"It looks like this injury has been going on for five or six years." Xi Jianglan felt guilty, and his hypocritical eyes rarely showed some truth, "It's probably because I hurt an adult when I was young and ignorant. You saved my life today regardless of past suspicions. How can I watch you be tortured by Chun Yu's sword intent like this?"

Sheng Jiao was like snow on the top of a mountain, no matter what Xi Jianglan said, he was unmoved.

Xi Jianglan had the life-saving talisman of "Mrs. Sheng", so he boldly raised his hand and forcibly broke Sheng Jiao's clenched fist.

With a movement of Sheng Jiao's fingers, the wound healed and the blood stains disappeared.

He was forced to spread his palms, revealing the hideous scar on the tiger's mouth.

If it was normal, it would take at least half a month for the wound to heal once before it burst open again, but at this time, General Xi was by his side, and Chun Yu's sword intent was scurrying wildly across the wound.

In an instant, the scar cracked a tiny scar, and a strand of bright red blood slowly overflowed.

Xi Jianglan held the hand full of calluses, and put it directly on his lips, and lightly licked the scar with the scarlet tip of his tongue.

Sheng Jiao's pupils shrank sharply.

Xi Jianglan, a sick man, was soaked in ice water for a while. At this time, his whole body was burning, and his lips and teeth were burning hot. Sheng scorched his fingers unconsciously curled up, and forced himself to relax.

The sword intent of the wound was gathered in one place, and seemed to be drawn out little by little.

Sheng Jiao stared deeply at Xi Jianglan's face.

Xi Jianglan had a beautiful face that surprised all thirteen states. At this time, his hair was disheveled, and the fur-trimmed crane cloak was piled on his beautiful neck, making his face paler.

His cheeks were flushed due to the fever, and he raised his thick eyelashes and looked at him with almost lustful eyes.

Lively and fragrant.

... It's like a ghost in the hell and the underworld.

Xi Jianglan's beautiful pupils flowed like a succubus. He stared straight at Sheng Jiao's eyes. After licking away the blood, he quietly opened the gap between his teeth and closed the two small fangs little by little. Shengjiaohukou.

Just when he was about to bite, Sheng Jiao suddenly reached out and grabbed his jaw.

Xi Jianglan was taken aback.

Sheng Jiao was expressionless, and forcibly separated his thumbs between Xi Jianglan's teeth, put his fingers into his hot mouth, and rubbed hard on the fangs.

Xi Jianglan was forced to raise his head and open his lips, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Well……"

Sheng Jiao's face was as frosty, and when he pressed his fingertips between Xi Jianglan's canine teeth, he vaguely felt a tiny sesame seed-sized poison pill.

"Want to kill me?"

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