After the villain's cultivation base is lost

Sheng Jiao had a sliver of sanity left, and upon hearing the words, he mobilized his spiritual power to forcefully suppress the drunkenness.

His eyes were clear, he glanced at Xi Jianglan who was humming and chirping into Le Zhengzhen's arms, grabbed Fu Meng and walked out.

Seeing this, Feng Yu hurriedly pushed Heng Yudu to catch up.

As soon as the four of them left, Jiusi Garden was mostly empty.

Rang Chen thoughtfully looked at Sheng Jiao's leaving back, and suddenly waved to Xi Jianglan: "Jianglan, come."

"What?" Xi Jianglan grumbled and crawled over, laying down on the table, and said vaguely, "What's the matter?"

Rang Chen shaved his messy hair, and said calmly: "Still drinking? I'm going to be kicked out."

Xi Jianglan's eyes were loose: "What old man, which one are you talking about?"

Rang Chen: "..."

Let Chen couldn't stop laughing: "Drunkard, keep drinking."

Xi Jianglan let out an "oh", and crawled back obediently, dragging Le Zhengzhen and Liu Changxing to drink.

Rang Chen got up slowly and walked out of Jiusi Garden, his eyes fell on the four people in the gazebo.

Fu Meng had already started explaining the spells for Heng Yudu and Feng Yu, Sheng Jiao sat there looking down at the glass ball on the stone table, wondering what was going on.

Suddenly, Sheng Jiao got up abruptly, and the power in his palm shook violently, causing the water in the Panchi beside him to explode into a column of tens of feet.

Fu Man's hands trembled, and he said blankly, "What's wrong?"

Sheng Jiao tilted his head coldly, looking at Rang Chen not far away.

Rang Chen slowly withdrew his spiritual power, left without a word of explanation or felt embarrassed, leaned against the door frame and looked at them with a smile.

Sheng Jiao signaled Fu Meng to continue explaining the spell, and walked out of the pavilion with a sullen face: "What do you mean?"

But Rang Chen said: "Do you know why my father closed the life and death test?"

Sheng Jiao frowned.

Rangchen likes to ramble and deviate from the point when he speaks, but his inappropriate interruptions are all related to what others want to know in the end.

Sheng Jiao would rather listen to Xi Jianglan's mouth full of nonsense, and struggle to pick out a few truths from the pile of nonsense and lies, than to gossip with Rang Chen so much.

Sheng Jiao said coldly: "Don't you know that he can break through the Mahayana stage this time?"

Rang Chen said lightly: "I didn't see any opportunity in him to break through the Mahayana period, and I told him bluntly that he might not be able to break through after hundreds of years of retreat."

Sheng Jiao was startled.

"Wu Zhuo, Jiang Lan has always been vengeful." Rang Chen said indifferently, "If Xi Minghuai's memory is so easy to find, why did he wait for six years to find it after going through three realms?"

Sheng Jiao didn't know what to think, and his pupils shrank slightly.

"The death on Jiang Lan's body is still there, if your Tianyan Pearl is really going to rain down thunder..."

Let Chen Leng speak indifferently, and suddenly raised his eyes to stare at Sheng Jiao, Gu Jing Wubo's eyes flashed a strange golden pattern.

That is the spiritual power of "peeking at the sky".

Sheng Jiao stared at him coldly.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation from the pavilion, and then the glass sparrow's hissed and screamed, and the ear-piercing cry almost shook the head of Fu Mo, who was close at hand.

Heng Yudu, who had just unlocked the spell, had dizzy eyes and shortness of breath. His two hands resting on the armrests were desperately exerting force, his knuckles turned blue and white, and Liuli sparrows flew around him as if they were threatened.

The candlelight on the stone table was blown out by the wind brought by the Liuli sparrow, and went out quickly.

The entire pavilion was instantly plunged into darkness.

Feng Yu's face was as white as paper: "Xi Jue and the head of the courtyard..."

Sheng Jiao took a few steps and rushed forward: "What?"

No one cared, Fu Meng silently re-lit the lamp.

Sheng Jiao didn't feel that Heng Yudu and Feng Yu had been hit by a spell, and Sheng Jiao didn't feel that he had too close a connection with the Tulu Xi family, but seeing Feng Yudu and Heng Yudu's faces, Sheng Jiao vaguely had a bad feeling.

Feng Yu's heart was beating like a drum, and his whole body was trembling finely. He stared blankly at Sheng Jiao who was close at hand. He opened his lips as if he wanted to say something, but immediately closed them again.

"No, no." Feng Yu shook his head, "Nothing."

Sheng Jiao looked at him coldly.

Feng Yu broke out in a cold sweat, feeling as if he was in a big absurd dream.

No matter what, he couldn't believe that the always gentle head of the courtyard would take action against them, and Xi Jue, who had been with them day and night for many years, looked on coldly, as if watching two strangers.

"That's not Xi Jue..." Feng Yu murmured, "It's the head of the house... Wen Gubai slaughtered the Xi family, it was Wen Gubai."

He would rather believe that everything was done by Wen Gubai than Xi Jue.

Sheng Jiao said coldly, "When?"

Feng Yu stroked the center of his eyebrows with a headache: "We were in the third year of entering Tianyan Academy."

The third year?

It was also the year when Xiao Xijue began to be struck by the thunder.

Sheng Anxiety sank completely.

Heng Yudu, who had been silent all this time, finally calmed Liulique, wiped off the sweat from his face, and said coldly, "That's not ridicule."

Sheng Jiao looked at him.

"He was taken away." Heng Yudu couldn't say what that "Xi Jue" look was, but felt it was weird and creepy, and it was impossible for Xi Jue, who was always well-clothed, to have.

It's just that just after Heng Yudu finished speaking, he suddenly frowned again.

But the person in Duoshe was really the one who slaughtered the Xi family in a frenzy, why did he let them alone?

Still leaving the extremely visible flaw of the spirit-level spell?

The few people hadn't returned for a long time, and Xi Jianglan walked out drunkenly holding onto the door frame, almost fell to the ground, and said vaguely, "What's the matter, Sheng Jiao? Where's Sheng Jiao?"

Let Chen hold him up.

Sheng Jiao withdrew his eyes expressionlessly, and looked at the glass ball on the table.

Fu Meng has also completely unlocked the spell on the glass ball, and the blue glass ball is slightly rippling with snow-white catkins.

Sheng Jiao flicked his fingers.

"Wanglougu" collapsed again, turned into catkins and swept past, illusory spiritual power lingered around, condensing little by little into the illusion in Xi Minghuai's memory.

It was still a stormy night.

In the splashing rain, the thunder light flickered slightly, illuminating the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood into a pale white.

In the frantically shaking sight, a slender young man in a robe as high as the crown ceremony knelt on the ground, with a golden pattern flashing in his eyes, and murmured while grabbing the hand of a blood-stained woman.

That's Mrs. Long.

Mrs. Zong was soaked in blood, vomited blood in her mouth, her beautiful pupils gradually faded, but she struggled to look at the boy in front of her, as if she wanted to say something.

"Mother." Xi Jue called her affectionately, pressed Mrs. Zong's bloody hand to her face, and smiled almost maniacally, "Mother, am I not good?"

The heavy rain drenched the two of them, Mrs. Zong didn't know whether it was water or tears on her face, she murmured: "I shouldn't..."

A gentle look flashed in Xi Jue's beautiful golden pupils.

But Mrs. Zong said: "...I shouldn't have made you so cruel and domineering."

At that moment, the tenderness in Xi Jue's pupils seemed to completely disappear into his dark pupils with all humanity. He laughed, but his eyes were full of numbness, ruthlessness and coldness.

"Mother." He reached out and gently stroked Mrs. Zong's face, and said softly, "This is the end, can't you say something to coax me?"

Mrs. Zong looked at him resentfully.

Xi Jue held her gently in his arms, hummed a lullaby that everyone in Zhongzhou knew softly, and whispered: "Mother, don't you like me? I don't want to do this either. Little monster, so you can't blame me, can you?"

Mrs. Zong seemed to want to say something as she opened her lips.

A stream of golden patterns shot out from Xi Jue's body, and circled around Mrs. Zong suddenly.

Madam Zong's body was shattered in an instant, her meridians were broken, her pupils gradually became dilated, and she lost her breath in the cold embrace.

Do not look down.

Xi Jue seemed to be possessed by a demon, crazily hugging her and whispering softly.

"Mother, they are all bullying me, why didn't you come to save me? You abandoned me first, so no matter what I do, you can understand, right?

"Would you still spoil me, love me and forgive me like you did when you were a child?"

"I'm so cold, mother."

Xi Jue murmured for a long time, but did not wait for any response. He lowered his eyes slightly and realized that Mrs. Zong was already dead.

The young man who had not reached the crown was stunned for a long time, and suddenly wept like a child in the rainy night.

There were bursts of thunder, and it was as white as frost.

He cried and trembled all over, even though his face was covered with rain, he could clearly see the big tears overflowing from his eyes, the bone-piercing pain on his back swept his whole body, making people feel suffocated.

But after an unknown amount of time, the pain on Xi Jue's face suddenly disappeared.

He put Mrs. Zong down in disgust, stood up humming a little song, stepped on the water mixed with blood on the ground with his bare feet like a young man who didn't know much about the world, his tall and tall figure seemed to be dancing in the rainstorm.

After a while, the boy tilted his head like a ghost, his wet hair stuck to his snow-white cheeks, his eyes were shining with golden lines, and he stared straight at the unknown void.

Through the illusion of "Wang Lou Gu", those strange eyes met Sheng Jiao directly.

"Oh." Xi Jue laughed, "Brother, did you see that?"

In the next moment, Xi Minghuai's memory stopped abruptly.

The catkins of "Wang Lou Gu" slowly dispersed, and there was a dead silence outside the Jiusi Garden.

Sheng Jiao held the Tianyan Pearl firmly, his eyes still fell on the direction of the disappeared figure, and the evil and crazy eyes still remained in his mind.

Heng Yudu originally thought that the Xi Jue in his memory was enough to make his hair stand on end, but he didn't expect that the Xi Jue in Xi Minghuai's memory on the night the Xi family was slaughtered was really like a crazy evil ghost.

From the very beginning, perhaps Tian Yanzhu was right.

It's just that "Wang Lougu" and the ridicule in the memory of that night are obviously not the real ridicule.

Xi Jue has a light character, and can be shocked by a thunderbolt. He is most suitable for being taken away and possessed.

Feng Yu was completely dumbfounded.

Xi Jianglan, who was being supported by Rang Chen, didn't know what happened, and shouted in a daze, "Brother?"

Rang Chen kept watching with cold eyes, holding Xi Jianglan steady, as if he didn't want him to watch.

The moment "Wang Lou Gu" ended, the Tianyan Pearl started spinning uncontrollably, and Sheng Jiao had no choice but to stop it.

Everyone present - except Xi Jianglan who was dizzy and still shouting who doesn't know which brother, all involuntarily held their breath, let Chen and even his fingertips quietly create a burst of Tianyan spiritual power, and looked at Tianyan coldly beads.

Finally, under the gaze of several pairs of eyes, Tian Yanzhu finally stopped.

But when they saw the one hundred and seven beads clearly, everyone was taken aback.

The sixty beads that were supposed to be guilty of Xi Jianglan's crimes turned into one without a sound.

——Still the first stubborn gray bead.

Sheng Jiao was also taken aback.

Before he could react, the beads started spinning like crazy again.

This time, all one hundred and seven beads were "Zhu".

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The Tianyan Pearl paused for a few more breaths, and swayed back and forth between one and one hundred and seven like crazy, turning so hard that sparks would appear.

Everyone's vigilance and fear were all dispersed by these blows, and they looked at each other in blank dismay.

Feng Yu said nonchalantly: "Didn't it mean that Tian Yanzhu never made a wrong judgment?"

this bead...

Looks a little sick.