After the battle to damage the Immortal Venerable to prove the ruthless way

What is the relationship between Yunhuang Xianshan and himself?

Why does the person in front of him look exactly like his own face?

For a while, many questions popped into Yan Zizhi's head.

He was not from this world.

It was just brought over by that so-called system to play the task of becoming Linyuan to prove the Tao.

But why does he have a face exactly like himself in this world?

Yan Zizhi couldn't find the answer.

But he knew that there must be some kind of connection between this so-called Yunhuang Mountain Lord and Lin Yuan.

Maybe it's a setting in this storybook?

If you can't think of an answer, don't think about it. Go back and interrogate Xiao Huangli, and everything will become clear.

Lin Jingfeng and the little fox passed by them, probably because they were chasing the little fox, so they didn't notice their existence.

And the little fox seemed very angry. While walking, he threw the Xinyue Fox mask he bought just now on the ground, and ran away out of breath.

Lin Jingfeng didn't have time to pick it up, so he hurried to catch up with his sweetheart.

The beautiful Xinyue Fox mask landed at Yan Zizhi's feet.

Just when Lin Yuan was about to turn his head to look at the mountain master, Yan Zizhi picked up the Xinyue Fox mask and put it on Lin Yuan's face.

"What to do?" Lin Yuan subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to take it off.

But his hand only reached mid-air, and he remembered who it was that put the mask on him.

The hand paused for a moment, but still did not take it off.

Because the Xinyue Fox mask is different from ordinary masks.

Its eyes have no openings.

And this mask represents love and is sold in the market.

Yan Zizhi: Something is wrong.

This is to tell the lovers who come and go on the street that they only choose love when they are blind.

For some reason, Yan Zizhi didn't want Linyuan to see the true face of the mountain master.

So he had no choice but to change the topic, "It is said that this mask is something for lovers to express their hearts to each other. If there is love that cannot be expressed, you can express it by giving the other party the opportunity to wear a mask."

Lin Yuan: "How do you express it?"

Nonsense, he does not believe it.

Yan Zizhi smiled lightly, and suddenly leaned forward, through the mask, to put a light kiss on the lips of Xinyuehu's mask.

This kiss was very light, like catkins being blown across the shore by the wind.

It obviously didn't cause the slightest ripple, but it seemed that the whole spring had come, and the blue waves were rippling.

Emotionally.

At the same time, Yan Zizhi gently crushed a white jade pendant with his hands behind his back.

All of a sudden, it was full of brilliance, and the whole revolving lantern illusion turned into nothingness.

Like the love that flashes in the blink of an eye, there is not even a trace left in the end.

Outside the illusion, in the temple hall.

Xiang Jiurong sat under the statue without saying a word, raised his head and stared at the statue for a long time.

The black wings formed an extremely luxurious cloak around him.

He sat there with his hands on his knees.

It's like going back to the demon clan hall and sitting on the demon master's seat.

The cold murderous aura all over his body caused everyone around him to stay three feet away from him.

He has been restrained in front of Yan Zizhi for too long, so long that it seems that these people would ignore his status as the leader of the monster clan.

And just when Yan Zizhi was pulled into the illusion and turned into flying smoke.

For the first time in Xiang Jiurong's 200-year life, he realized what it means to be heartbroken like a knife.

A dull pain spread from his chest to Baihai's limbs, making him unable to control the anger in his hands.

A wooden stick was stuck in his hand, and several transparent rag-like objects were stuck on the stick.

It can only be described by objects.

Because I can no longer see the true colors of that thing.

Yan Wuwei led Xiao Bugui to stand under the shadow of the pillar, not daring to approach.

He always thought that the young master of the Yaozu was a fool, putting Ji Yunzhi first in everything, and never had his own ideas.

And now he realizes that he was wrong.

Xiang Jiurong became angry, which was not comparable to ordinary people.

Just less than a quarter of an hour ago.

Turning himself into a colossus, the king of ghosts who roared wildly in the hall because of the success of the conspiracy.

Xiang Jiurong grabbed an arm and couldn't take a step forward.

Ghost King: "You stinky bird, let me go."

With a sound of 'shua', the ghost king cut off half of his head by the demon knife in Xiang Jiurong's hand.

Ghost King: "??? Talk as you say, how can you do it."

There was a 'shua' sound again.

The demon knife stabbed into the ghost king's mouth and pulled out the whole tongue.

Onlookers: "...?"

Hey, it's disgusting.

Ghost King: "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Tried to speak but lost his tongue.

That's not the most important thing.

The most important thing is the bird with nine tails in front of him, who conjured a stick out of nowhere.

Use the knife in your hand to sharpen the stick.

At last.

The King of Ghosts watched the other party slowly put the eyes, tongue, ears, etc. cut off from his body on the stick one by one in order.

???

Can you respect ghosts?

His size can be considered a little ghost king.

Don't you know that even if you cut the ghost into pieces, he still can't die?

Is there such a thing as humiliating?

The ghost king was impaled on a stick with a hideous face.

Xiang Jiurong hid his face under the statue, looking displeased.

Because of the Backlash Curse, every time a piece of Ghost King's body was cut off, his own body would be severely injured.

When he strung the ghost king into a battle flag.

Uncontrollable blood flowed from the corner of Xiang Jiurong's mouth.

But the powerful and young master of the demon clan remained expressionless.

One knife at a time.

As if it had nothing to do with me.

It hurts.

Can not hurt the feeling of resentment in the chest.

Even when he was playing his favorite game of stringing battle flags, he still felt that the air was suffocating.

How to do?

Cutting the ghost in front of him into hundreds of pieces will not solve the hatred in his heart.

Xiang Jiurong looked at the victorious battle flag strung together by it, and fell into deep thought.

The next moment, he twirled the demon knife in his fingertips in a circle.

A strong black gas burst out from the demon knife, which complemented the feathers on his body, and began to spread from the middle of the knife to the surroundings.

The ghost hung on the flag: "???"

Fuck, this bird is probably crazy, he actually wants to use a forbidden technique to summon the Netherworld.

Yaodao: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooows."

Wrapped in hostility, the demon knife slammed into the ground with all its strength.

An overwhelming sound of howling ghosts and wolves resounded through the entire hall.

It seemed that countless ghost energy spread upwards from the middle of the ground where the demon knife was inserted.

"Brother Bird... If you forcibly summon the Netherworld in the illusion, you will hurt both sides."

Xiang Jiurong cast a cold glance at Yan Wuwei: "Who is your brother?"

Every word he uttered was filled with frost.

He was so cold that he couldn't help shivering.

That's right, without Ji Yunzhi, how could he get into the eyes of this demon king?

Everyone else kept their mouths shut and dared not speak.

Not only the people in the hall, but also those peeping under the windows outside the hall.

Long after Xianba watched Yan Zizhi's grilled fish, he secretly led his team and a group of followers to the window of the main hall.

It took him all night to figure it out that the location of the jade pendant marked on the map was actually the palace Ji Yunzhi had chosen.

But he is also very fortunate that he did not choose this from the beginning.

Who can accept this, there is a ghost game hidden in it.

In the middle of the night, if you knock on the door, you will be scared to death, not to mention that you can see a ghost when you turn around.

So he chose to quietly hide outside the hall and wait for the opportunity, and when Ji Yunzhi and the others got the jade pendant, he would rush in with his men.

This is called praying mantis catching cicada, the oriole is behind.

Xianba is very proud of his wit.

As a result, he waited and waited.

Wait until the climax of the moon.

Wait until the moon sets.

Wait until the dawn light.

When the sky was full of ghosts, it almost filled the entire hall.

Xianba: "..."

Fuck, why is this group of people scarier than the other?

It's fine if Ji Yunzhi can overthrow me, the young master, with his bare hands.

Why is the young master of the Yaozu planning to open the Netherworld?

Is this something a human can do?

Oh no, is this something a demon can do?

What the hell is Lin Jiran from the Taiwei school?Assign yourself such a difficult and huge task.

If he doesn't go back and blackmail tens of thousands of treasures and cheat books, his little life is really hanging on the tip of the knife.

He couldn't figure it out.

Ji Yunzhi died as soon as he died, and he didn't have any problems after losing a foreign teammate himself?

Is it worth paying such a high price to open a Netherworld?

Besides, there are tens of thousands of souls in this Netherworld, and he, Ji Yunzhi, is a ghost who just died, maybe he is still floating somewhere in the hall, and he may not have left the Ghostland.

Isn't this a waste of cultivation, a waste of mana, a waste of life?

thankless.

Xianba originally wanted to take advantage of Ji Yunzhi's death, and he would take all those individuals in Ji Yunzhi's team under his command.

So this time, not only did he complete the task of killing Ji Yunzhi, but he could also go up to the oracle platform as a spirit, majestic and majestic.

This is just great.

The only teammate of the opposing team, the young master of the Yaozu, chose to use self-mutilation to find a soul.

Neuropathy.

Xianba patted his small chest.

Forget it.

It can't be included, and it's not bad to just lose a strong opponent.

He is indeed the chosen one.

Before it was his turn to strike, the opponent was already torn apart and defeated.

This weapon spirit and the oracle platform are prepared for him, the chosen son.

At the same time, Taiwei sent back the mountain.

Elder Qiu ran over in a hurry, and knocked out the shadow-seeking orb hanging in mid-air with a spell.

"If you don't return the beads, we won't know what happens in the demon realm."

"Do you know that Xiang Jiurong forcibly summoned the Nether Ghost Realm and broke through the realm of demons and ghosts with a single knife. If something goes wrong, all the young disciples of the Xianmen will be buried in it."

Lin Jingfeng, who hadn't been able to recover from the figure of the little fox in the Shadow-Returning Orb, was in awe.

A question mark was slowly placed on the face: "What Netherworld?"

When he saw the figure of the little fox in the illusion, he was stunned.

Over the past few hundred years, he has been ups and downs, and he always feels that he has forgotten many things.

He only remembered that Lin Jiran was his child.

As for how Lin Jiran came to be, and how he became his own child, he has no memory at all.

It's just the family affection in his blood that made him unable to refuse this child.

But as the head of the Taiwei Sect, he can't admit it either.

He didn't remember who Lin Jiran's mother was.

Nor does he remember who bore him the child.

So he couldn't rashly recognize Lin Jiran.

In case there is a woman with evil intentions who wants to take the opportunity to provoke trouble, then as the head of the first freshman sect of the Immortal League, he must not be used by others.

So all these years, he has been indifferent to Lin Jiran and indifferent.

He also asked Elder Qiu what happened to him, and what happened back then?

All along, Elder Qiu only told him that when he tried to elevate his realm to be the head of Taiwei, he used some heaven-defying spells to attract thunder and accidentally broke his brain.

Forget about the past.

Lin Jingfeng himself thought that he was not such a person.

He even thought for a while that Elder Qiu secretly arranged for a woman to marry him and break his ruthless way when he lost his memory, thus giving birth to Lin Jiran.

But now.

The truth is clear.

It turns out that the person who harbors evil intentions, is ungrateful and ungrateful, is himself.

No one ever set him up to frame him.

In the memory of those years, he only remembered a sea of ​​chrysanthemums.

He thought he was particularly fond of chrysanthemums.

In fact, it was all because of the little fox.

He remembered that Lin Jiran's mother loved chrysanthemums the most.

Time has passed, and a hundred years hastened, like a white horse passing by.

What should be forgotten and what should not be forgotten are all forgotten, but in the memory, only the chrysanthemums all over the mountains and plains stay.

"Since the senior brother has already remembered, and the matter has come to this point, please ask the senior brother to assume the responsibility of the head of the Taiwei Sect."

"The spirit of ghosts and ghosts has leaked out, please come back with me to take charge of the overall situation."

"Ghost energy leaking out?" Lin Jingfeng finally came to his senses from the memories.

All the scenes that he missed in the Shadow Orb are now in his mind.

That's right, Ji Yunzhi died, and the young master of the Yaozu went berserk, stabbing through the Netherworld with a single knife.

In an instant of brilliance, Lin Jingfeng's figure had disappeared.

Elder Qiu, who had worked so hard to find the head of the sect, said, "???"

Anyway, wait for him not to be.

Seeing Lin Jingfeng return to the main hall, the elders of other sects seemed to be reassured.

"Elder Lin, what do you think?"

"Do we need to stop the ghost realm and bring all the disciples out?"

"If you don't rush to rescue, I will send a hundred-year-old general..."

Lin Jingfeng raised his hand.

Return the Shadow Tracking Orb back to the sky.

The picture in the bead still stays at the place where Xiang Jiurong inserted the demon knife into the ground filled with ghostly spirit.

"Don't worry."

Lin Jingfeng finally spoke.

The other elders didn't know, but he knew it in his heart.

In the realm of demons and ghosts, there are not only elite disciples from various sects, but also a person.

Immortal Venerable Linyuan.

With the celestial being present, it is likely that nothing happened to Ji Yunzhi.

Elder Qiu was about to persuade again: "This is not the time to wait and see what happens, senior brother! These disciples are the future of our Immortal Alliance!"

Lin Jingfeng glanced at him lightly.

At this moment, movement suddenly occurred in the Shadow Retriever Orb.

When the black ghostly aura that rose from the ground almost swallowed the entire hall, suddenly a purple umbrella rushed out from the oblique stab.

There are small bells hanging from each umbrella corner.

Spinning on its own in the air, tinkling.

Wherever the purple streamer umbrella went, those ghost auras that wanted to break through the cracks in the ground were all deterred.

Like gophers being shot down one by one, they hide their heads under the ground stealthily.

A pair of boots embroidered with purple clouds peeked out from under the umbrella.

The owner of the boots bent down, and stretched out his hand to lightly brush Xiang Jiurong's demon knife.

The originally violent demon knife suddenly withered.

Obediently, let the hand be held in it, wipe it clean, and return it to Xiang Jiurong's hand.

The streamer umbrella moved away, revealing a face reunited after a long absence.

It was Yan Zizhi.

Xiang Jiurong, who was full of impatience, raised his head and faced that face across the air.

"Why do you want to steal my limelight when I'm not here for a while?"

Yan Zizhi smiled lightly, stuffed the demon knife into Xiang Jiurong's hand and squeezed it tightly.

This silly bird.

Is the ghost realm something that can be summoned casually?

Not to mention that the ghost energy that has been suppressed for thousands of years will rush out and cause harm to the world.

Even if he successfully opened the ghost domain and stepped into it, it didn't mean he could find his soul.

Instead, in the end, the demon power was exhausted, and the soul was broken and died.

The young master of the Yaozu, whose face was covered with frost just now, looked up and saw Ji Yunzhi, and the whole bird suddenly changed from no one dared to approach to a squatting smile.

"You're back."

No need to say much, no need to ask too much.

He's not dead, that's good.

"Well, I'm back."

Yan Zizhi patted the young master's shoulder like a pet.

I don't know why, but there is a little touch in my heart.

It's unbelievable that someone would go so far for themselves.

It's just that Mozun seems to be someone who can easily express his emotions?

Mozun patted Xiang Jiurong's shoulder, and said earnestly: "This battle flag is too ugly, don't string it next time."

"Battle Flag" Ghost King: "???"

One or two of you are humiliating this ghost king.

Humph.

Just wait and see, the ghost king can't die, as long as the king's heart is not crushed, even if the king is cut into shreds, the king can be resurrected.

At that time, when you reach the last level, this king will suddenly appear and give you a fatal blow.

"I think it's ugly too." Xiang Jiurong followed the good example and kicked the stringed flags to the ground.

The ghost king, who had no hands or feet, bounced on the ground twice with great flexibility.

Wow, a plant.

Lin Yuan followed Yan Zizhi.

It's just that he wears a mask, and the people around him don't recognize him.

The Xinyue Fox mask that Yan Zizhi put on his face just now has been taken off by him, and he holds it in his palm and squeezes it lightly.

The Xinyuehu mask turned into powder and ceased to exist.

Yan Zizhi, who was beating a small drum in his heart: "It's over, the immortal is angry."

In fact, as soon as he stepped into the revolving lantern illusion, he already knew how to get out.

Why repeat the story of the protagonist of the illusion, what is the bridal chamber wedding night again?

It was all because of his impromptu intention to deceive Lin Yuan.

It's just to add a little flirtatiousness, so that the immortal will be shy and shy, to cultivate feelings and pave a path for becoming his Taoist companion.

The revolving lantern illusion and the entire hall are actually connected together.

As for the task of the second level, the jade pendant you are looking for is on the little fox.

When he read the story of the love and hatred between the little fox and Lin Jingfeng, and when the entire ancient monster-hunting formation was lit up, he had already obtained the jade pendant from the little fox.

It was Lin Jiran's tricks on the jade pendant to lure him into the revolving lantern illusion.

As long as you crush the medium that enters the fantasy world, you can leave this environment.

Lin Jiran thought that the jade pendant was a task item, and Yan Zizhi would not crush it.

Otherwise, Yan Zizhi would not be able to get on the oracle platform.

This is the thinking of a normal person.

Unfortunately, Yan Zizhi is not a normal person.

Yan Zizhi has a principle, if he can't get on the oracle platform, then neither can anyone else.

Lele alone is not as good as all.

So he crushed the jade pendant without hesitation.

only……

Now Lin Yuan should be unhappy, he was deceived again.

Before Yan Zizhi had time to restore the heart of the immortal, he heard the sound of creaking outside the hall, waving the flag and shouting for himself.

Then Xianba pushed open the door and rushed in with a large group of people.

? ? ? ?

Yan Wuwei and Xiang Jiurong looked at each other.

Is there anyone who is not afraid of death to send him to death?

just.

Xiang Jiurong has not played enough with the battle flag, just to practice his hands.

Xianba: "Ji Yunzhi, hand over the jade pendant quickly, and don't force this young master to take the initiative."

If you don't grab it at this time, wait until when.

As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible spell suddenly hit his head.

Xianba: "??? Who hit me?"

Xiang Jiurong flicked the tail of his successful sneak attack, held the demon knife, and pointed the tip of the knife at the ghost king lying on the ground: "He."

Ghost King: "???"

Without such a slapstick, this king's hands and feet were cut to pieces, how could he beat him?

Xianba squinted his eyes and began to roll up his sleeves.

Just kidding, does a subdued ghost dare to bully him?

The ghost king was lying on the ground, staring tremblingly at the shadows slowly enveloping him.

Not to mention his strength is not terrible.

With this tonnage, stepping on my chest again, wouldn't it be...

No, no, he still wants to be resurrected.

So the ghost king took the scapegoat very tactfully: "Oh, oh, oh!"

Everyone: "???"

What the hell are you talking about?

Ghost King: "..."

Forget that you have no tongue.

There was no way, in order to survive, he had to use all the strength he had just recovered to penetrate the tip of the stick.

Then he concentrated his attention and rushed towards the base of the statue behind Xiang Xiang Jiurong.

The strength of this blow is still very powerful.

It smashed the table case in front of the statue.

As a result, everyone stared dumbfounded, and more than a dozen pieces of jade pendants rolled down from under the table.

"???"

May I ask if the jade pendant of the second mission of Taiwei faction is wholesale?

Xianba stepped forward unceremoniously, bent down and picked up several jade pendants in his hands, and compared them carefully.

no problem.

Each jade pendant bears the imprint of belonging to the Taiwei Sect.

And put the jade pendant on the map, the center of the jade pendant will shine.

Really wholesale! !

For a moment, the expressions on everyone's faces were varied.

But most are happy.

After all, if there are many mission items, you don't have to worry about looting.

Who can pat their chests and guarantee that they can beat Xiang Jiurong.

Before Xiang Jiurong summoned the Netherworld, everyone was full of confidence in themselves.

But just after they saw the powerful power belonging to the master of the monster clan.

What the hell is going on?

Well, it must be that the wind in the ghost realm is too strong.

After getting the task item, Xianba is not ready to continue working hard.

Anyway, the good show is still at the end.

Everyone saved time and didn't talk too much, so they set off to the last level in an orderly team.

Yan Zizhi also picked up a jade pendant from the ground and threw it into Xiang Jiurong's arms: "Let's go."

It's just that his face is not as relieved as other disciples.

I always feel that something is wrong.

From the first level to the present, it seems that someone is deliberately releasing water so that everyone can reach the last level smoothly.

But isn't the purpose of the trial in the realm of demons and ghosts to select only one team?

Yan Zizhi took two steps forward, turned around and found that Lin Yuan had been standing there without moving.

"..."

Well, it's embarrassing.

Thinking of his prank in the revolving lantern, Yan Zizhi's face was a little hot.

Or go first, let Lin Yuan stand alone and digest.

It's better than embarrassing yourself.

If Yan Zizhi didn't stay and wait for others, the other teammates naturally wouldn't stay either.

Everyone left the hall in twos and threes.

In the solemn and simple temple, Lin Yuan was the only one left.

He raised his head and looked at the uncanny carved statue.

The owner of Yunhuang Mountain.

Yan Zizhi.

These two names have been repeatedly rubbed in his heart for a long time.

Until the surroundings gradually quieted down, everything was completely silent.

The ghost king strung on a stick looked up eagerly at the masked man in black.

Why isn't this guy leaving?

If he didn't leave, how could he have the nerve to resurrect quietly?

What a hindrance.

At the same time, the person who was looking at the statue slowly lowered his head.

The tone was like a frost knife: "What are you waiting for, you haven't resurrected and got up?"

Ghost King: "..."

Yes...you are waiting for me...

Yaoshou, was seen through.

The author has something to say:

Yan Zizhi: I even kissed you on my own initiative, why are you still angry!

Lin Yuan: Where did you kiss me?

Yan Zizhi: Mouth.

Lin Yuan: Not enough...

Yan Zizhi: Then where are you kissing?

Lin Yuan: Guess...

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