After the villain's cultivation base is lost

Sheng Jiao lowered his body, frowning tightly.

He opened his lips slightly, but he couldn't utter a word, so he had to mobilize his spiritual energy: "What's wrong?"

Xi Jue blurted out skillfully before he was clear-headed: "Why, do you love me?"

Sheng Jiao looked at him coldly, ignored the flirtatious words, and touched Jue's face with his fingers.

He didn't know how long he had been kneeling in the ice and snow, his little face was as cold as ice, and when he looked closely, he could still see a slap mark on his left cheek, and the corners of his lips were torn.

Sheng Jiao frowned more and more.

Xi Jue's mind followed his mouth, and when he finally woke up, his pupils shrank, and he subconsciously turned his head away from Sheng Jiao's hand, and an inexplicable embarrassment appeared on his always arrogant face.

"Why are you here?" He asked softly again.

Sheng Jiao didn't speak, and pulled him to get up.

"No, no, no." Xi Jue just moved, and a layer of frost and snow fell from his body, and even his joints made a crackling sound. He insisted on kneeling, "I made a mistake, mother wants me Kneeling for two days, the winter solstice can get up."

Sheng Jiao's heart seemed to be burning with an inextinguishable fire, which made his usually clear mind go blank.

Kneel for two days and get up until the winter solstice.

In other words, he has been kneeling in the ice and snow for three days, and he still doesn't have half of his spiritual power.

Sheng Jiao's hand holding Xi Jue was trembling, he closed his eyes slightly to suppress the unknown fire that wanted to control his mind, and uttered every word like ice.

"The winter solstice has passed."

Xi Jue was taken aback for a moment, his eyes widened in astonishment: "You can talk now?"

Sheng Jiao: "..."

Do you still care about this? !

"Hahaha, aren't you a saw-mouthed gourd?" Xi Jue was heartless and overjoyed. He leaned forward and held Sheng's scorched face with his cold paws, and said with a smile, "Say a few more words, I love to hear it."

The unexplainable fire in Sheng Jiao's heart flared up again.

He roughly pulled Xi Jue up, and the ice cubes mixed with snowflakes fell to the ground.

Sheng Jiao was about to drag Xi Jue into the room.

Xi Jue took two steps, staggered his legs, hugged Sheng Jiao's hand and knelt back to the ground in embarrassment.

"Sheng Jiao, Sheng Jiao..." Xi Jue gasped, and said with a dry smile, "Walk slowly, I can't feel my legs."

Sheng Jiao closed his eyes slightly, turned around with a sullen face, hugged Xi Jue, who was covered in ice, in his arms, walked quickly into the room, and threw Xi Bingcube directly on the warm bed.

It can be done with ordinary spiritual power to force out the chill in the body, but Sheng Jiao didn't know what to think, sitting there as cold as frost, pouring Tianyan spiritual power into Xi Jue's almost frozen meridians .

After a while, Xi Jue's meridians were filled with warm currents.

He stretched comfortably, and then took off his soaked clothes.

Sheng Jiao frowned from the beginning to the end, and skillfully opened the closet when he saw it, and found a set of clothes without looking at them, and was about to throw them to Xi Jue, when he heard him picky while wrapped in a quilt.

"I don't like wearing this suit, give me a white one."

Sheng Jiao picked out another white set and threw it to him.

When Xi Jue got dressed, Sheng Jiao asked coldly, "What's wrong?"

Xi Jue curled up under the quilt, said with a smile, "I've said it all, I made a big mistake."

Sheng Jiao said, "No."

Even if he committed the serious crime of murder and arson, Mrs. Zong would not punish him so cruelly to kneel for three days.

"Tell the truth."

Xi Jue picked up the quilt and looked at him quietly: "Master Tiandao is so majestic, those who don't know think you are the leader of the Xiezhi sect, and you are torturing me, the prisoner."

Sheng Jiao looked at him sullenly for a while, then got up suddenly and was about to leave.

Xi Jue quickly reached out and grabbed him: "Hey, don't go, I have suffered so much, don't you say a few words to comfort me?"

Sheng Jiao looked at him expressionlessly: "...tell me the truth."

Even one sentence.

Xi Jue was stunned for a long time, then said slowly: "I... I don't know how to say it, I'm afraid."

"What are you afraid of?" Sheng Jiao sat back.

Xi Jue was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked incoherently, "Sheng Jiao, is there justice in this world?"

Sheng Jiao was taken aback.

"If I want justice, even Xiezhizong, who claims to be fair, can't give me it." Xi Jue said confusedly, "...then where should I ask for it?"

Can I just swallow the bitter fruit and consider myself unlucky?

Sheng Jiao stared at him for a long time, then gently opened his lips: "The world is not fair."

The weak are afraid of the powerful, the small households are attached to the family, the Tianyan Xiangwen, ordinary monks and ordinary mortals...

Everywhere is unfair.

Xi Jue's pupils dimmed, as if all the innocent luck in the world had been defeated.

Mayflies shake trees and throw stones with their eggs.

Sheng Jiao said again: "If you want it, I will give it to you."

Xi Jue was startled, and it took him a long time to understand the meaning of Sheng Jiao's words. He stared straight at Sheng Jiao's face, and suddenly laughed.

Sheng Jiao was stunned.

He and Xi Jue have known each other for three years, and this is the first time he saw his smile like this.

It's not like wearing a mask on weekdays, it's like a fake dandy, like peeling off the layers of the heart, spreading out the sincerity like a flash in the pan.

"Okay." Xi Jue stared at him intently, smiling brightly and happily, "Then I'll wait for you."

Sheng Jiao felt like he was breaking down and crying as if he was grabbing the last straw.

Waiting for you.

But in the end, Xi Jue still didn't get what he wanted.

***

Shifting stars.

In the spring of the third year of Tianyan Academy, the garden was full of magnolias.

Xi Jue is still the most spoiled and pampered young master of the Xi family, always making troubles with his teeth and claws.

In the past two years, Wen Gubai taught Zhuxingzhai spells, even the spirit-level spells that can tamper with other people's memories, but in the end only Xi Jue learned it.

In the third year, Wenzhang Academy began to teach swordsmanship, and asked them to find spirit stones to forge swords while they were on vacation.

But during the few days off, Xi Jue did not leave Tianyan Academy, but went back to Xi's house.

When they returned to Zhuxingzhai again, the other seven people had not yet returned.

Xi Jue sat alone on a tree by the pond and stared at the mist on the water in a daze.

Suddenly his pupils flashed a golden streak, and then, as if being controlled, he jumped down from the tree with a smile, and strolled to the residence of the master.

Wen Gubai was playing the piano in the courtyard, he looked up with a smile as if he had expected Xi Jue to come.

"Xi Jue" walked in unceremoniously, Dama Jindao sat in front of Wen Gubai, without the usual respect for teachers, and even propped his chin with a smile and said: "You are Wen Gubai? I heard you The formation is pretty good."

Wen Gubai hooked the strings of the zither and laughed: "If you want to leave Xi's house, just take away this body."

"Xi Jue" tugged at his sleeves in disgust, and said displeasedly: "He took everything from me, afterward I have to crush him to ashes to relieve the hatred in my heart."

Wen Gubai looked at his expression calmly, finally put down his hand playing the piano, and said indifferently: "Why do you think I will help you?"

"Xi Jue" raised his eyebrows: "If you don't want to, forget it."

He has a casual temper, he got up and left immediately after speaking, without any nostalgia at all.

Wen Gubai frowned slightly, and suddenly said: "The formations laid down by the Xi family's Tianyan Temple are too cumbersome, and they cannot be broken overnight."

"Xi Jue" seemed to have succeeded in his plot, and turned his head with a smile: "How long will it take for the Wenzhangyuan?"

"Five years."

"Xi Jue" laughed loudly, his handsome face was full of indescribable evil: "Do you really hate the Xi family?"

Wen Gubai was unmoved, and said flatly: "The Xi family can become the number one family in Zhongzhou in just a few years just by relying on "Kan Tianyan", but ordinary monks can't match one or two even if they have practiced for a hundred or a thousand years. "

"Xi Jue" raised his eyebrows.

Wen Gubai looked down at the guqin in his hand, and spoke casually.

"For hundreds of thousands of years, the talents of the Zhongzhou family in the thirteen prefectures have emerged one after another because of Tianyan, and the spirit-level Xiangwen even has such monstrous talents as infant formation.

"Ordinary monks who practice hard for many years can hardly survive the Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation, not to mention the ability to transform spirits and return emptiness.

"I'm hundreds of years old, and I'm even childhood friends with the third spirit-level Xiangwen."

But when the spirit-level pattern awakened, the two took completely different paths.

One person ascended to the Tao without any ups and downs with a spiritual-level phase pattern;

One person was only able to conceive a baby at the age of 40. With the comparison of the spiritual level, he was frequently ridiculed by others.

Wen Gubai was originally a very talented person, and he could successfully overcome Nascent Soul, Transformation God, and even the illusory Thunder Tribulation with his own spiritual root without using Xiangwen, step by step to the position of today's head of Yanxue Palace.

But the head of the Xi family, who was only over fifty years old, successfully ascended to the position of the head of the thirteen states just because the family had a spiritual-level face tattoo "Kan Tianyan".

Even Wen Gubai would respectfully salute when meeting him.

"I'm not a gentleman or sage. I'm not willing to do so after hundreds of years of hard work." Wen Gubai said softly, "I'm just pure jealousy and hatred. I've become a demon, and I want to use your hands to completely destroy Tianyan."

Can frankly admit that he is jealous and become a demon, and express unreasonable resentment.

Behind him, in the main room of the courtyard hangs four big characters flying like dragons and phoenixes—Junzi Jiusi.

"Xi Jue" curled his lips with great interest, and suddenly felt that this person was interesting.

He was about to speak when a whimpering sound came from afar.

"Xi Jue! Where did you die?! Come and see Daddy, my top grade spirit sword stone!"

"Xi Jue" clicked his tongue: "Wen Zhangyuan, tomorrow, we will meet under the magnolia tree in Jiusiyuan."

After all, he strolled around and turned to leave.

***

As night fell, under the magnolia tree in Feng Yu's dream, he accidentally bumped into two people talking about breaking the formation and slaughtering Xi's family.

Xi Jue was only 15 years old at that time.

"Cause and Effect" has transformed into four blood-red cause lines.

The massacre of the Xi family was not due to resentment overnight, but someone's careful calculations over the years.

Xi Jue seemed innocent, but not completely innocent.

The banyan tree that "acts karma" continues to puncture the dreams.

***

Since "Xi Jue" started to finalize the matter with Wen Gubai, Xi Jue refused to go back to Xi's house every day when Yanxue Palace was on holiday, either staying at Sheng Jiao's house or going to Zhuxingzhai to take him alone.

Until one midsummer, Xi Jue followed Le Zhengzhen to the Medicine School to play, and met Mrs. Wan for the first time.

The Medicine Sect had already retired from the world, so it stands to reason that even if Le Zhengzhen got close to the people from Zhuxingzhai, he would not be able to bring his friends back to the Medicine Sect.

When he brought Xi Jue back this time, Le Zhengzhen was still terribly nervous, worried that he would be beaten.

But the moment Madam Wan saw Xi Jue, she was stunned for a long time before she smiled softly: "You are Ah Jue?"

Xi Jue looked at her in confusion.

Le Zhengzhen said cautiously: "Mother, aren't you angry?"

"What are you angry about?"

Madam Wan laughed, and stretched out her hand to gently pick off a leaf from Xi Jue's hair, bringing an elegant scent of herbs.

Xi Jue was stunned.

Madam Wan patted the heads of the two of them, and reprimanded with a smile: "Which hole did you two get in through? Look at your dirty body, go and change your clothes, and eat medicinal food tonight."

Le Zhengzhen said with disgust: "The medicinal food is unpalatable, mother, after finally bringing my classmates back, can't I change it to something delicious?"

Mrs. Wan: "Don't be picky, go quickly."

Le Zhengzhen had no choice but to go into the room to find clothes.

Xi Jue looked at Mrs. Wan, and was a little reluctant to enter the room - he liked the faint scent of medicine around him very much, as if he could relax his tense mind a little bit.

Being watched so tenderly by Mrs. Wan, Xi Jue rarely felt ashamed. He wiped his face indiscriminately, but made the dirt on his cheek even dirtier.

Mrs. Wan kept laughing, holding a silk handkerchief and leaning down slightly to gently wipe his cheeks.

Xi Jue looked up at her.

Mrs. Wan wiped it, and a drop of water suddenly fell on the silk handkerchief. She looked up in amazement and saw that Xi Jue's eyes were dull, and tears were streaming down his face before he even realized it.

Madam Wan's eyebrows became softer, she wiped away his tears, and said softly, "Miss your mother?"

Xi Jue was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was crying in embarrassment in front of a stranger.

Embarrassed, he hurriedly took half a step back, blushing, and murmured: "No, I dare not."

Le Zhengzhen grabbed the window lattice and shouted, "Ah Jue, come and change clothes."

Xi made a hasty salute to Mrs. Wan, and ran into the room, almost tripping over the threshold.

Mrs. Wan's eyes seemed to contain water waves, and she looked at his back with distress and pity.

Xi Jue ate a medicinal meal.

Le Zhengzhen sticks out her tongue in disgust and complains repeatedly, but Xi Jue seems to be used to it, eating mouthfuls, even drinking the soup soaked in herbs until there is not a drop left.

Le Zhengzhen couldn't believe it: "Delicious?"

Xi Jue nodded.

Le Zhengzhen looked at him incredulously, and felt that Xi Jue was too good at pretending, showing off his teeth and claws outside, pretending to be so obedient and sensible in front of his mother.

Doesn't this make him picky and looking for trouble?

Mrs. Wan really liked Xi Jue, and she gave Xi Jue a bunch of elixir before leaving.

Xi Jue accepted it ignorantly.

Le Zhengzhen probed her head, glanced hastily, and was slightly stunned.

Shouldn't the elixir his mother gave to Xi Jue be helpful in cultivation? Why are they all for repairing damaged spiritual veins and relieving pain?

How could Xi Jue need pain relief for this pampered one?

Xi Jue put it in his hand silently and thanked him cautiously.

Le Zhengzhen had never seen Xi Jue so well-behaved in his life, so he was amazed, and went back to make arrangements with the other people in Zhuxingzhai for a long time.

The next time they are on vacation, half of the people from Zhuxingzhai will follow Le Zhengzhen to the Medicine Sect, clamoring and clamoring to see Xi Jueshun's embarrassment.

Another cause line appeared silently, but followed by another line that seemed to be there, faintly visible.

Sheng Jiao looked carefully and realized that it seemed to be a hidden dream.

Sheng Jiao: "..."

This person doesn't even have a sense of existence in dreams.

Fu Meng's dream was very brief, that is, when Zhu Xingzhai was over from class, Xi Jue took the initiative to go to Fu Meng's desk to find him and ask him for a magic weapon.

It was the first time someone talked to him, and he patted the table excitedly, his eyes shining brightly: "I know all kinds of magic weapons, even I can make a boat that flies in the sky..."

"Oh." Xi Jue said with a smile while lying on the table, "There is no need for such a superb magic weapon."

Fu Meng was praised so high that he was ecstatic, and he wished to give him all he had: "Then what do you need?"

Xi Jue blinked at him, and slightly opened his lips.

Sheng Jiao saw the shape of his lips clearly, and his pupils shrank sharply.

Xi Jue said: "...a magic weapon that can help hear all things."

How old was Xi Jue at that time, and he hadn't graduated from Tianyan Academy at the age of 17, so how could he suddenly want to hear the magic weapon of all things?

Did he know at that time that his ears would be disabled?

Sheng Jiao held it tightly with five fingers.

At first, he always thought that Xi Jue could heal his hearing by recovering his spiritual power, but at this moment he suddenly thought of another possibility.

——Perhaps Xi Jianglan's facial pattern has something to do with his ears.

There is also a line of cause faintly appearing.

When Rang Chen hadn't broken the mantra, his hands seemed to be forming mudras, and he said to Jue: "Don't do it."

Xi Jue looked at him coldly, and Jin Tong flashed a coldness.

For the first time, obvious anxiety appeared on Let Chen's face: "Whatever you plan to do, stop!"

"No." Xi Jue said coldly, "I have endured it for so many years, and there is no way I can stop."

Rang Chen: "Even if you will die?"

Xi Jue actually smiled: "Do you think I'm alive all these years?"

Rang Chen didn't understand the meaning of his words, but vaguely knew that the Xi family might not be as kind as it seemed on the surface.

After leaving these words, Xi Jue turned around and left without hesitation.

Let Chen's pupils shrink, originally he could only see the unstoppable red and ominous color on Xi Jue's body, but the moment he turned his head, he saw Xi Jue's death form under the lightning strike of one hundred and eight celestial beads .

Rang Chen suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Xi Jue's wrist, and tried hard to persuade him.

"Xi Jue, stop all your plans! What you want to do may not end as you wish! You will..."

Xi Jue looked at him indifferently: "What will happen?"

He is not even afraid of life and death, even if his soul is scattered, he will never regret it.

Let Chen hand make two gestures lightly.

"...will die under Sheng Jiao's fate."

***

The last causal line of "carrying out cause and effect" is like a white spider's thread.

A few months ago, Ying Zhuo went to the black market in Ekido to buy scattered items for making puppets. Beside the crowded stall, a man in black was squatting in a corner, lazily eating pastries.

The black hood covered his whole body. Against the backdrop of the night, he could only see pieces of pastry stuffed under the hood, which disappeared in an instant, like a bottomless pit.

Inexplicably, Ying Zhuo walked over and looked down at the things on the booth.

It is a few ugly and weird pictures that look like tree roots.

The man eating the pastry said vaguely, "Do you want to buy paintings?"

Ying Zhuo raised his eyebrows: "Which master's masterpiece is this?"

The man giggled, leaned forward slightly, and could vaguely smell the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on his body: "It's Xi Jia Tianyan's masterpiece."

Ying Zhuo's face darkened in an instant, and he lowered his head to look expressionlessly, only to realize later that the few paintings that were carelessly spread out were actually Xiangwen that had been forcibly peeled off.

"Do you want to buy it?" Seeing that his heart was moved, the man added fuel to the flames, "If this painting is placed in Guchang Temple, a pair worth tens of thousands of spirit stones, I am afraid it will cause an uproar in the thirteen prefectures."

Ying Zhuo glanced at him with a half-smile: "Then why don't you go directly to Guchang Temple to sell it, isn't it more profitable?"

The man smiled and said, "I'm not good at showing up. I'm short of a tool to help me with things. You're the right one."

Ying Zhuo: "..."

I have never seen such a straightforward person.

But Ying Zhuo also had selfish intentions, so he simply bought those paintings and willingly made others' knives.

After getting the scroll, the black-robed man dissipated instantly, leaving only a piece of dessert left behind.

Ying Zhuo was about to get up, but found that there seemed to be a piece of paper in a pair of scrolls.

"Xi Minghuai, the Southern Realm of Hongchen Knows the King Building."

Ying Zhuo didn't realize that there was anything special about him, but Sheng Jiao saw it at a glance.

It was written by the young Xi Jue with his left hand.

***

When Sheng Jiao was stunned, the eight lines of cause were drawn and intertwined, and instantly merged into a shining golden light - "fruit".

At the same time, the Tianyan beads scattered around suddenly spun rapidly.

It's just that it stopped suddenly after three breaths, and the [-] "Zhu" were all blood red.

Tian Yanzhu has never made a wrong judgment.

——The source of the massacre of the Xi family was indeed Xi Jue.

The moment the Tianyan Pearl stopped, the banyan tree that "carried out cause and effect" instantly turned into a butterfly and dissipated, and the surrounding spiritual power suddenly moved, as if clearing the clouds and seeing the fog.

Sheng Jiao completely returned to the original secret realm from Huang Liang's dream.

The Tianyan Pearl is still spinning in the sky.

Sheng Jiao's face was gloomy and he raised his hand to call back the Tianyan Pearl, but the beads of his natal magic weapon were out of control after the conviction was confirmed. They trembled violently and sent out bursts of faint blue thunder patterns, pulling countless dark clouds above his head to condense into thunderclouds of divine punishment.

Rumble.

Thunder sounded in the secret realm.

Xi Jianglan didn't listen to persuasion at all, and really tried every means to get to the secret realm.

Sheng Jiao was not surprised, if Xi Jianglan really stayed in Zhuxingzhai well, it might not be him.

Sheng Jiao didn't care about the [-] Tianyan beads at all, raised his hand and put a restraint on Qin Banban who was sleeping soundly, and walked towards Lei Ming indifferently with Dong Rong sword in his hand.

Not long after he left, Tian Yanzhu seemed to notice something, and reluctantly stopped Thunder Lane.

But the thunder still continued in the distance.

***

Xi Jianglan and Wen Gubai were too close, and found each other only a moment after entering the butterfly dream.

Wen Gubai didn't want to kill Xi Jianglan now, he still had to wait for Tianyanzhu to drop the thunder and let Xi Jianglan completely take the blame.

Xi Jue who was in Tianyan Academy back then was just a young boy, no matter how smart he was, he couldn’t compare to the old fox who had lived for hundreds of years. Except for what he said when he first won Xi Jue’s trust, he has been cautious since then. Be cautious in your words and deeds, and have not been caught in any way.

Even on the day he slaughtered the Xi family, after he killed the Xi family, he even wiped out the memory of the murder from his mind.

Wen Gubai has been with the owner of the "Cause and Effect" pattern for many years, so he naturally knows how to exploit the loopholes of cause and effect.

From the very beginning, he thought of a way out.

Holding the Chunyu sword, Xi Jianglan frowned slightly when he heard the spiritual power of "Keeping the Way of Heaven" brewing above his head: "Wen Zhangzun, Tian Yanzhu judges you guilty."

Wen Gubai smiled, "Don't you think it's me?"

Xi Jianglan laughed: "Why me?"

Wen Gubai said lightly: "As long as it is something that your body does, it is also counted as your karma."

Xi Jianglan raised his head slightly and looked at the sky.

Rumbling, deafening.

But he didn't have the slightest tendency to lose his soul.

"This body of yours..." Wen Gubai pointed out, "It is indeed easy to be taken away and possessed."

Xi Jianglan was fearless: "Really?"

Wen Gubai looked at him with pity.

But he found that Xi Jianglan looked at him with more pity, even over his head, as if he was looking at a cold dead thing.

"Then you guess for yourself." Wen Gubai's pupils turned cold when he was stared at by the younger generation, and he said slowly, "Who will the thunder of the Tianyan Pearl fall on in the end?"

Xi Jianglan smiled and said, "It's not me after all."

The Chunyu sword flashed coldly, and after the words fell, Xi Jianglan's figure was like a thunderbolt, and he slashed at Wen Gubai with a sword light and frost.

Wen Gubai does not have a natal sword, his cultivation is already in the Void Realm, his spiritual power instantly condenses into an illusory spirit sword with the pattern of flying swallows, and he blocks the sharp sword light without blinking.

"Chong-"

It wasn't long after Xi Jianglan Mingming recovered his cultivation, but his figure didn't froze in the slightest when they fought.

Tianyan's spiritual power lingered all over his body, turning his pupils into a beautiful and weird golden color.

Wen Gubai was stunned, and finally came to his senses.

Xi Jianglan is the most proud disciple in his hundreds of years of teaching career. This child's talent can be called a monster, and even in the entire thirteen states in 1000 years, it is almost impossible to find someone who is more powerful than him.

Back then, the Xi family was also afraid of him because of his terrifying talent and extremely clever mind, but they couldn't kill him, so they could only use "endless period" to trap him.

Xi Jianglan resisted Wen Gubai at the Void Returning Realm with his newly recovered cultivation of the Transforming God Realm, and he was not at a disadvantage at all.

The Chunyu sword was hummed by the majestic spiritual force, and his hand was numb for a while, as if his slender hand bones were about to be shattered.

Xi Jianglan didn't seem to know what pain was, his figure was as graceful as a swimming dragon, and his sword intent was facing Wen Gubai's gate of life every inch of it.

"Zheng-"

It was cold and dense, and layers of frost and snow had fallen on the ground.

Wen Gubai didn't want to kill Xi Jianglan at first, but when he saw him aggressively pushing him to a dead end, his face darkened slightly, and his cultivation base poured out majesticly, and suddenly pressed towards Xi Jianglan's thin body .

Xi Jianglan froze for a moment.

At the same time, Wen Gubai slashed down on the head with a murderous blade.

Xi Jianglan didn't even blink his eyes, and even curled his lips into a slight smile, as if he expected Wen Gubai not to dare to kill him.

A burst of spiritual power broke through the void suddenly, and it was just a blow of the sword that fell thousands of flowers, completely shattering the dream that trapped the two of them.

The illusory scene around turns into butterflies dancing.

Xi Jianglan was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously stepped back, a few ups and downs landed silently on a rock, and then turned his head to look.

Sheng Jiao approached with a sword expressionless, and illusory clusters of flowers bloomed wherever Dong Rong passed.

He put away his sword and stood, looking coldly at Xi Jianglan.

Xi Jianglan touched the golden bell on his wrist, which was as quiet as death, incredulous.

Sheng Jiao saw the clues of Jinling, and deliberately left Baban behind?

Xi Jianglan stared at Sheng Jiao's knife-like eyes, and lowered his head inexplicably guilty.

Fortunately, Sheng Jiao didn't have an attack at this time, and he said to him coldly, "Come on."

Xi Jianglan was still wondering what this "coming" was, but he saw that the thunderclouds in the sky instantly condensed into a neat circle and enveloped the three of them.

Boom-!

Xi Jianglan shuddered.

Wen Gubai dismissed the spirit sword with a half-smile, he seemed very sure that this thunderbolt was only for Xi Jianglan, and turned around to leave.

Sheng Jiao drew out his sword again, and said coldly, "Wen Zhangzun, you also had a part in the massacre of the Xi family."

Wen Gubai smiled lightly and said, "Can Tianyanzhu judge me?"

Sheng Jiao's eyes were cold.

"Or..." Wen Gubai said, "Sheng Zong mainly bent the law for personal gain, and wanted me to take the blame for your Taoist companion?"

Facing the provocation, Sheng Jiao remained unmoved: "Only one hundred and seven of the Tianyan Pearls are poisonous. Even if you leave no evidence, you are by no means innocent."

After all, two of the lines in "Cause and Effect" show that Wen Gubai is also involved.

Wen Gubai didn't argue, but just said with a smile: "Then after Tianyan Leizhu makes the real culprit come to justice, I will cooperate with Xiezhizong and let you investigate the clues and evidence."

Sheng Jiao's eyes became colder.

Xi Jianglan asked suspiciously: "One hundred and seven are scorpions, whose is it? Mine?"

Sheng Jiao looked at him, frowned, and seemed to see that this person was pretending to be stupid again, showing the familiar expression of "I'm saving face for you with outsiders".

Xi Jianglan wanted to ask again, when the thunderbolt above his head finally formed a thick and huge cloud circle, which came from the sky above the secret realm inch by inch.

——If you look closely, you can find that the thunderbolt is really coming from the top of Xi Jianglan's head.

Wen Gubai had already turned into a flying swallow and fled away, Sheng Jiao didn't chase after him, but grabbed Xi Jianglan expressionlessly, and said coldly, "Don't move around."

Seeing his plan, Xi Jianglan suddenly felt a sudden shock in his heart: "Are you crazy? The power of thunderbolt is no small matter. If it really strikes down, a thunderbolt will smash us into powder and we can't even pinch them!"

Sheng Jiao didn't want to listen to his nonsense, the spiritual power of the Mahayana period was constantly overflowing from the meridians, as if he wanted to compete with the heaven.

Xi Jianglan stared at him blankly.

Amidst the humming of thunder, Sheng Jiao's voice was icy cold, and his aura was as strong as an unshakable towering mountain.

"I said, I won't."