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

"Who did you say was resurrected? Say it again."

Yan Zizhi turned over from the bed and sat up, grabbing Xiang Jiurong by the collar.

The pale fingers were exposed with blue veins from too much exertion.

"Small, the little fox has come back to life." Xiang Jiurong was a little stunned by his fright.

what happened?

Isn't it a good thing that such a powerful Tianhu from the Yaozu is revived?

Although he is now imprisoned in the back mountain by the Taiwei Sect, it is only a matter of timing to rescue him.

Lead him to summon the demon army and kill Taiwei...

"Okay, stop." Yan Zizhi let go and tugged at his collar.

He took two deep breaths before calming down.

The Quartet Array, also known as the Quartet Rejuvenation Array.

It is also one of the ancient formations.

Regardless of where Lin Jiran knew about this formation.

After all, the ancient great formation is not something that can be learned by just any immortal cultivator.

Since it is called ancient, it must have been lost for a long time.

If you can find one and a half fragments of ancient books, you can be regarded as the son of heaven in one step, the chosen one.

Just talk about the Quartet Rejuvenation Formation.

Since it is an ancient formation, it must have gathered all the advantages of the ancient formation.

Obscure and difficult to understand, full of power, once the formation is completed, it will never stop until the goal is achieved.

That is, if the little fox comes back from the dead.

That must, must, absolutely!Sacrifice a soul that turned into an artifact.

In the realm of demons and ghosts.

There are only two souls in the transformation stage.

One is Yan Zizhi.

The other one is Linyuan!

"What about Linyuan...?"

Yan Zizhi didn't dare to ask this sentence.

But had to ask the exit.

The word Linyuan rolled and rolled in his throat like a thorn.

It hurts when he swallows, and it hurts when he talks.

Not up or down.

Obviously not very painful, but worried.

Unforgettable.

Xiang Jiurong blinked his eyes.

Swallowing with difficulty, he said, "Xianzun he...he..."

Xiang Jiurong hadn't finished speaking when suddenly a sharp wind of palm came over.

This palm contained extremely deep resentment.

Although Xiang Jiurong reacted in time to stand in front of Yan Zizhi.

The whole bird was still sent flying against the wall with one palm.

Vomit a mouthful of blood.

For a while, bird feathers flew around in the clean and tidy house.

The next moment the man took another palm.

It was also a palm with all its strength, but it was blocked in midair by the streamer umbrella that Yan Zizhi sacrificed in time.

Yan Zizhi and Lin Jiran faced each other across an umbrella.

No one will let anyone.

Not seeing each other for half a month, Lin Jiran's blemishes were about to burst.

Scarlet bloodshot eyes were densely crawling.

From his eyes at this moment, Yan Zizhi only saw a trapped beast.

A trapped beast that wished to tear itself apart, tear off its skin, boil its bones, and swallow it raw.

"Master's life lamp has gone out, he is dead! Dead! Are you happy!"

A hoarse and choked voice came from Lin Jiran's mouth.

His vocal cords were frostbitten under the cold pool.

The voice that was as clear and pleasant as jade interlaced before has long since disappeared.

Just like the gentle and independent elder brother who once stood in front of the young disciples of the Taiwei Sect.

Already died under the cold pool.

In its place was a demon who had just crawled out of hell.

And this evil ghost just lost the person he cared about the most.

"You are bullshitting!"

Yan Zizhi stretched out his other hand and poured mana on the streamer umbrella.

Immediately, Lin Jiran was shocked.

It's just that this exhausting blow caused his own chest to churn.

A trace of blood slowly left along the corner of his lips.

In the octagonal formation, he was almost sucked into his flesh and blood to death. At this moment, the mana in his whole body was only less than [-]% of the original.

But if it was changed to the past, even if it was only [-]%, he could still blow Lin Jiran away with one finger.

What happened to Lin Jiran?

How could it suddenly become so powerful?

Yan Zizhi noticed that traces of devilish energy were leaking out from between Lin Jiran's pinched fingers.

Lin Jiran, possessed?

It's good to be enchanted.

Obsessed, what you say is farting.

How could Lin Yuan die?

He Linyuan is the only genius in the entire world of cultivating immortals who has not been born in the past 400 years.

Linyuan Immortal Venerable, the peak of transforming gods, half a step in the way of heaven.

he will not die.

Lin Jiran raised the corners of his mouth ironically.

With a backhand, he threw a Soul Gathering Lamp at Yan Zizhi's feet.

The Soul Gathering Lamp cast in bronze is full of weight.

Yan Zizhi's foot, which had just stepped on the ground, was smashed with bruises.

But he didn't feel any pain.

Instead, he bent down and picked up the soul-hunting lamp, lightly holding it in the palm of his hand.

The gathering soul lamp is made of bronze and has a lot of weight.

It is very heavy in the hand, just like Yan Zizhi's heart now.

On the handle of the antique soul-gathering lamp, there are two characters engraved in the unique seal cutting method of the Taiwei School.

Lin Yuan.

Everyone in the world of cultivating immortals will have a soul-gathering lamp carved by this sect when they worship the immortal gate.

The Gathering Soul Lamp ignites without wind and does not require any lamp oil.

Instead, the disciple's soul fragments were condensed into wicks.

If the soul-gathering lamp goes out, it means that the three souls and seven souls of the disciple have left the body.

A body without any life is left empty, and the folk saying is that this person is dead.

The wick of the soul-gathering lamp in Yan Zizhi's hand was extinguished.

You can't fake it.

The heavy bronze fell straight from Yan Zizhi's hand.

It also pulled his heart and sank together.

A dull pain that he had never felt invaded his chest.

He gasped for breath a few times, always feeling that his breathing was not smooth enough.

what happened to him?

He had never experienced this emotion before.

Yan Zizhi rubbed the soul-gathering lamp in his hand repeatedly with his fingers.

The handle of the lamp is engraved with the same surging river water as Linyuan.

Every stripe is like the familiar trace of that person.

He rubbed and rubbed repeatedly.

He rubbed his fingertips to bleed, and he refused to stop.

Lin Jiran took a step forward, trying to snatch the soul-hunting lamp back from his hand.

But he was blocked by Yan Zizhige.

Yan Zizhi raised his head calmly.

In the eyes that once fascinated all beings, there is only endless darkness.

And that gray color, at this moment, is staring at the person in front of him like a poisonous snake.

"Ji Yunzhi! What right do you have to hold his soul-gathering lamp? Didn't you pull him off the altar? Didn't you trap him in the realm of innocence?"

"..."

"Didn't you force him to use the art of military solution to stay in the illusion, and he can only use the most cruel magic to separate the body from the shadow, and rush all the way to save you?"

"..."

"If it wasn't for you, he would still be the most noble immortal in heaven and earth! Admired by the Three Realms!"

Yan Zizhi's fingertips were trembling slightly.

It took all my strength to hold the soul-gathering lamp.

He didn't know what his feelings were at this moment.

But he knew he was angry.

Anger, guilt and pain.

For the first time in his history, he felt the word pain.

These complex emotions are intertwined in his chest.

In the next moment, the streamer umbrella suddenly passed by.

In the end, he was so angry that he unceremoniously stabbed Lin Jiran in the chest.

"He's dead? Why are you still alive?"

"You should be buried with him."

As his words fell, the spiritual power on the streamer umbrella increased hundreds of times.

Pass Lin Jiran, who was standing in front of him asking questions, through his body.

The flesh and blood were smashed to pieces.

"...It turned out to be a puppet technique."

Xiang Jiurong finally got himself off the wall, "The puppet technique is a forbidden technique."

"Practice the forbidden technique, and fall from the immortal to the devil. He is already hopeless."

Yan Zizhi put away the streamer umbrella, and flicked off the magic energy on the tip of the umbrella with his fingers.

"I should have killed him long ago."

After doing all this and breaking up Lin Jiran, Yan Zizhi moved his body and felt the sensation of his feet stepping on the ground.

The floor of Bishan was still covered with the carpet that Linyuan had prepared for him.

When you step on it, your spiritual power surges, soft and gentle.

I don't know why, but my nose is a little sore.

Every step forward.

Yan Zizhi could feel the wounds on the soles of his feet that he had suffered in the fantasy world.

Like a thin and dense needle, it twists and pricks from the center of the sole of the foot all the way up.

Follow the blood, follow the body and plunge into the heart.

Densely packed.

The slightest pain.

"Where are my boots?" Yan Zizhi suddenly turned to look at Xiang Jiurong.

Xiang Jiurong has seen through his eyes, the word longing that he has known for so long and has never seen before.

Eager to see those boots?

Just a pair of boots.

Xiang Jiurong picked up the pair of boots from the imperial concubine's couch next to him and handed them to him.

Some regretted: "The boots are well preserved, but I couldn't find your storage ring."

He clearly saw Yan Zizhi throwing the ring into the grass, but he searched the grass, but couldn't find a small ring.

It's so weird.

Yan Zizhi didn't make a sound.

Grab those boots and squeeze them in your hands.

After a long silence, he sat back on the bed again, put the boots neatly on the ground, and put them in with his feet.

"Didn't you never like wearing shoes?"

Xiang Jiurong was very surprised by his current actions.

He actually prefers his ex-wife's bare feet.

It's just that when the ex-wife woke up this time, everything seemed different.

Unspeakably weird.

The whole person looks very calm, but with his bird's intuition, he always feels that under this calm, there are huge waves surging.

At any moment, a huge wave may overturn everyone.

"Suddenly I like it again." Yan Zizhi lowered his head, putting on his shoes with full concentration.

White fingers smoothed every wrinkle on the shoe.

The fingertips embroider the color of each cloud pattern along the needle thread, and every time you touch it, you will think of Lin Yuan in a bright red wedding dress.

Standing at the door of the tailor shop, walking in circles with one hand and one foot.

The corners of Yan Zizhi's mouth curved unconsciously.

The smile is desolate and lonely.

"Oh, by the way, there are still things left by the Immortal Venerable here. A disciple came to the door just now, but was beaten away by the fat cat outside the window."

Xiang Jiurong turned around and went to the table next to him, and brought a wooden tray.

There are several things neatly placed on the tray.

An eternity that lost its owner, lying quietly on the tray.

Without the master's call, he is like a dead thing.

Although he has a sword spirit, he is unwilling to wake up.

An incomplete bell is a bit like the Xinyue Fox mask in the revolving lantern illusion, with the bell hanging by the ear.

There is also a red silk.

It's just that the red silk has been stained with blood, and the handwriting written in cinnabar on it is blurred.

A Yuan character and a branch can be vaguely recognized.

It's just that most of the Yuan characters are covered by blood, just like the person who wrote the characters.

There are also a few pills, which smell fragrant and seem to be refined from many fairy herbs.

It's just about the size of someone's palm.

Looks like food for the fat cat outside.

Lin Yuan left behind these few things.

But nothing of their own.

Just like him, when he came, it was like flying dragons and falling snow.

When they left, there was no sound, and everything was silent.

Yan Zizhi didn't know when he brought the red silk down from the tree.

I only felt a dull pain in my chest, and the red silk in my hand was particularly dazzling.

"Put it up."

I was too tired to say a word.

He struggled to support himself and asked one last question.

"Where is Linyuan now?"

Xiang Jiurong pointed him in a direction.

The place where the elders of the Taiwei Sect buried their bones was a mountain not too far away from Bishan.

Yan Zizhi walked out of the room slowly wearing boots.

Fat Ju, who was blocking the window outside, saw that he was awake, and wagged his tail a little excitedly, and suddenly realized that his behavior didn't seem right.

Immediately curled up the long orange tail.

Meow meow.

Why does the master's companion look so sad?

Fat Ju brought his huge head closer and rubbed Yan Zizhi's hand back and forth a few times.

The fluffy and warm touch was pulled back and forth in Yan Zizhi's palm.

Is to appease him.

He didn't like these furry things before.

I always feel that giving affection to other creatures is a very speechless thing.

But this time, he responded.

He stretched out his palm and scratched Fat Orange's ear.

Meow, as comfortable as the owner's touch.

Fat Orange was so happy that he simply lay down and turned his belly over.

It really wanted to ask the master's companion, where did the master go?Why can't he smell the master's breath?

But he can't speak human language.

He could only shrug his head and turn over his belly, letting the master's Taoist companion caress him.

After a while, a round pill landed on his belly.

And the person who tickled him just now has already left.

Meow meow?

And the owner is really a match made in heaven.

Come and go without a trace.

Yan Zizhi flew up from the top of Bishan, clutching the streamer umbrella.

Flying high, when I looked back, I saw Bishan, which used to be lush and green, but now the trees have withered.

The color of spring is lost, and only the silent winter is left.

The frost and snow are so bitter.

The master fell, and the mountain where he lived was naturally not immune.

Flying forward a few more hills, he arrived at the place Xiang Jiurong was pointing at.

Yan Zizhi put away the umbrella, landed on the top of the mountain but dared not move a step forward.

This hill is full of all kinds of chrysanthemums.

It's just that there are few colors, only white and yellow.

Both sides of the road are full of yellow chrysanthemums, and further inside is a sea of ​​white chrysanthemums.

"Come and see him." Someone raised his head from the sea of ​​white chrysanthemums, holding a delicate small kettle in his hand.

It was Lin Jingfeng.

He seems to be watering the chrysanthemums.

"Every time an elder of our Taiwei Sect dies, I will plant an acre of chrysanthemum fields here. You see, this area was owned by the former law enforcement elder. He likes yellow."

"This area belongs to the Discipline Hall, and the current area belongs to the Immortal Venerable."

Lin Jingfeng pointed at the small kettle in his hand, pointing at a white chrysanthemum that had just budded and not yet bloomed.

"They are actually younger than me, it's just..."

Lin Jingfeng sighed and watered the piece of chrysanthemum belonging to Linyuan.

"When I'm in a bad mood, I'll come here to plant a species. Over the years, the number of times I have grown, the flowers have bloomed into a sea."

"Have you planted for Lin Jiran?"

Yan Zizhi stood in front of the sea of ​​chrysanthemums and did not move forward.

Lin Jingfeng paused for the small kettle in his hand.

Hanging in the air, it has not been poured down for a long time.

"He doesn't deserve it."

The sound of gurgling water continued to fall down the small kettle.

Every bit of it belongs to the master's spiritual power.

"In the realm of demons and ghosts, his crimes are unforgivable."

"So he's dead?"

Lin Jingfeng: "After you left the cage that day, Linyuan pressed him under the cold pool of ten thousand feet. The cold pool's spiritual power was exhausted, and his meridians would freeze after a few days. It is estimated that people will not die these days... "

Yan Zizhi smiled silently.

At a time like this, he didn't bother to care whether Lin Jingfeng's words were true or not.

Lin Jiran's situation is very complicated now, and he hasn't had time to delve into it.

Dead, definitely not dead.

However, Lin Yuan actually dealt with his apprentice because of him.

He was completely unaware of it.

At this moment, all the affection and meaning are heavy, but they have become huge mountain peaks, weighing him down so much that he can't breathe.

Yan Zizhi stepped into the sea of ​​chrysanthemums and walked a few steps forward.

In the middle of the sea of ​​chrysanthemums belonging to Linyuan, a coffin made of spiritual power was quietly released.

The coffin is transparent, and a little bit of spiritual energy lingers around him to prevent the corpse inside from rotting.

It was all Lin Jingfeng's spiritual power.

Although it is futile, it is also the reluctance of the living to the dead.

Apart from wasting spiritual energy, what else can one do?

Yan Zizhi approached the coffin step by step.

A bloodless "person" lay in the coffin.

Lin Yuan was still wearing the black clothes when he left.

The blood on the black robe had almost dried up, and only then did large lumps of dark red appear.

Yan Zizhi stretched out a hand, and a dark spell floated out of the palm, trying to wipe off the blood on the robe and tidy it up.

Linyuan always likes to be clean.

But when the spiritual power was injected, it was like a mud cow entering the sea without any response.

"It's just a shadow of him."

Lin Jingfeng stood behind him and sighed: "It's a pity, he cast all his soul on this shadow, and after the soul was broken, he tried his last bit of strength to seal his flesh and blood in the realm of innocence. "

"Although he is the Immortal Venerable of my Taiwei Sect, I am too ashamed of him, and I can't even get his body back."

Yan Zizhi stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Lin Yuan's face.

But it seemed that he had reached into a void, and his fingertips touched the coffin of spiritual power through Lin Yuan's face.

Lin Jingfeng was right.

It's just a shadow.

Only a shadow remained.

"Why do you have to?"

"It's just a shell, who cares if I hurt or not?"

"It's you, who died for me like this, do you want me to feel guilty?"

"If you guessed wrong, I won't feel guilty. I'm just a big devil with no feelings. You sacrificed for me for nothing. Why bother?"

"Get up quickly, don't make such a senseless sacrifice."

"Lin Yuan..."

Are you stupid?

Yan Zizhi's tone became slower and slower.

The voice gradually lowered.

Beyond the mountain peak, a group of birds flew over the sea of ​​flowers, startling a few fallen flowers.

And the last few inaudible words.

"...Didn't it be agreed that after you come out, you will lift up the sedan chair eight times and form a Taoist couple with me..."

"You broke your promise..."

Holding a streamer umbrella, the purple figure walked away from the sea of ​​flowers.

Back to Bishan again.

On the mountain wall, a black bird is staring at a fat orange cat.

"Chichichi."

"Meow meow meow!"

The black bird raised its paws, only three or four feathers were left fluttering in the wind.

The fat orange cat's battle situation is not optimistic either.

A piece of hair was plucked from Fatty's ear, and now the hair all over his body exploded, and his tail stood upright in a pouncing posture.

Yan Zizhi: "?"

"You two shouldn't be fighting over food, right?"

"jijiji!"

"Meow meow meow!"

Not giving in to each other, Ji Li Gua is very noisy.

Yan Zizhi rubbed his brows impatiently: "He can't speak human words, don't you?"

Xiang Jiurong: "..."

"He... ah no, after you left, he kicked me out of that room, and even wanted to sweep me up the mountain with his claws."

"Meow, meow, meow, meow!"

This is where the master and his companions live, and no third party is allowed to intervene.

"Let me tell you, you fat cat, don't think that my ex-wife can turn things upside down because she can't understand meow! Who is the third party? Your master is the third party!"

Xiang Jiurong returned to his original body and rolled up his sleeves.

"Don't be crazy, is this young master's tail hair you can touch? When this young master returns to the demon clan, he will lead an army of millions of demons and kill the Taiwei faction! I will definitely pull out all your hairs and string them together!" Make roasted cats on the branches!"

"Meow meow, meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow!"

lie!Only roast quail, where can I find roast cats?

"Stop!" Yan Zizhi stretched out both hands to rub the center of his brows.

Then he took out the pill from his pocket and threw it to the fat orange again.

Turning to look at Xiang Jiurong: "What did you just say?"

"Roast, roast cat?"

Xiang Jiurong was cautious.

"last sentence."

"Don't be crazy?"

"The middle sentence."

"Lead an army of one million demons and kill the Taiwei faction!"

Yan Zizhi snapped his fingers.

That's right, that's it.

"Where's your million demon army, call them up."

The young master's feathers trembled: "Really? Are we going to crush the Taiwei faction? Lin Yuan just died and you played so big, aren't you afraid that he will get up and cheat the corpse?"

He wanted to cheat his corpse.

"I'm going to the oracle."

"But we didn't find Qi Ling. Didn't Qi Ling be transferred by Lin Jiran? The Qi Ling should be in Lin Jiran's hands."

"I want to kill the oracle platform."

Yan Zizhi's expression was indifferent, and he repeated what he had just said word by word.

Xiang Jiurong: "..."

The young master is a little timid, the young master wants to confess that there is no million demon army.

At best, it's only three to five thousand at best.

After all, he is the young master, not the master of the demon clan.

Isn't this raising private soldiers behind the father's back, can't you raise so many?

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"Okay, if you want to go to the oracle platform, this young master will accompany you even if you go bankrupt."

Xiang Jiurong thought for a moment, pulled off one of his feathers, and flicked it into the sky.

This is the signal of the demon clan.

All of a sudden, black clouds began to billow outside.

It seems that there are thousands of troops and horses coming against the wind.

Yan Zizhi stared at the earth-shattering movement in the distance, and the eyebrows and eyes did not relax for a moment.

Even if he doesn't have a weapon spirit, he still has to go to the oracle.

Taiwei sent him not to let him go, so he went to kill him.

Even if the Three Realms are washed with blood.

Even if it is an enemy of all living beings.

He also went to the oracle to find an answer.

An answer to whether Linyuan's three souls and seven souls can be recovered...

The author has something to say:

Swallow: Desperate, self-pitying?nonexistent!

If you die, the deity will go to heaven and earth, and will also find you out.

Talking cannot be counted.

If you finish writing earlier every day, you will update earlier, and you will not stop updating anyway.

But if it is updated during the day, then there will be no update in the early morning of the night, everyone, don't stay up late, okay?