The messy sword wind swept across his body, Qi Wuyou only felt a burst of coldness at first, and then the stinging pain spread, and the bright red blood immediately stained his clothes.

He warned himself almost subconsciously: Fake, everything is false, he is still in a dream.

But the pain was so severe that his scalp exploded, his shoulders shook violently, and even his ears were numb.

Will the pain in the dream be so real?

With a dazed effort, he loosened his waist, and the jade-colored belt and flower bone fan were confiscated by the ghost-faced youth.

The ghost-faced youth tossed the storage belt up and down with one hand, and then held the flower bone fan to look around.

Seeing Qi Wuyou staring at him with a frown, he said disdainfully: "If you are trapped, you have to look like you are trapped, lest Fan Yizhen get suspicious, don't worry, Lan Fangjun, I am not interested in seizing favors, I just keep it safe for you first."

As he spoke, he withdrew, revealing the dark mine behind him, and said, "Please, Mr. Lan Fang."

Qi Wuyou has been in the book for so many years, and this is the first time that his belt and flower bone fan have left his body, so he feels extremely insecure.

But the man was under the eaves, so he had to bow his head, and after a few seconds of delay, he stepped into the mine on the right side of the fork without saying a word.

It was a dead end, and within a few meters of walking, a thick mountain wall stood in front of him.

With the devilish energy blowing behind him, Qi Wuyou turned his head and saw that the entrance of the mine was sealed by a thick barrier.

The ghost-faced youth said: "Before Fan Yizhen came, he had to wrong Lan Fangjun to stay here for a few days. Lan Fangjun had better take advantage of these two days to cultivate well, so as to save time and let Fan Yizhen go, and put his life on the line .”

At this time, several demon cultivators escorted "Yan Rulu" and "Huazhuxue" into the mine.

"Yan Rulu" had sharp eyes, caught a glimpse of Qi Wuyou who was covered in blood after being imprisoned, and shouted: "Master! Master!!"

Moxiu, who was holding "Yan Rulu", slapped him on the back of the neck, and the shouting stopped abruptly.

In contrast, "Hua Shuxue" was much calmer, his eyes swept over the restriction, and fell on the ghost-faced young man standing with his hands behind his back, until he was driven by the demon cultivator and stepped into the fork in the other side.

When "Flower Snow" swept over, the ghost-faced youth turned his head unnaturally.

Seeing it in Qi Wuyou's eyes, a flash of light flashed in his mind, but he failed to catch it.

When he was distracted, his thoughts were disrupted, and there was a group of blurred pictures entangled in his mind, and he couldn't see clearly.

Surrounded by a feeling of loss, he always felt that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it. He was lost in thought as soon as he thought about it, and he didn't even notice when the ghost-faced youth left.

The scratched wounds on his body were not deep, they were just for show, most of them were frozen and no longer bleeding, but his clothes were still wet, stained with black dust from the mine, sticking to his body, it was really uncomfortable.

The nostrils were filled with dust, Qi Wuyou touched the belt unbearably, trying to get some cold spring water from it to clear the dust from his body.

After feeling for nothing, I remembered that the belt was taken away by the ghost-faced youth.

He seemed to carry something very important in his belt.

... what is it?

This kind of feeling that there is only a layer of tulle between memory and memory is the most excruciating. Every time you want to think about it, as long as you disperse your thoughts a little bit, that bit of inspiration is like a fish swimming in water, and you will be frightened and run away in an instant.

Qi Wuyou paced restlessly in the mine, replaying the plot of "The Villain" in his mind, starting from the moment he entered the book, and going down little by little.

In the first two years of passing through the book, he lived smoothly. However, since he forced Luo Yunzhang into the sword formation three years ago, he has embarked on a road of no return under the control of Baoyi——

It wasn't long after Luo Yunzhang disappeared that he attacked the Xianzong disciple for the first time on a rainy night.

The first person to die in his hands was a highly talented knife cultivator named Ruan Mei, who was personally abolished by him and shot down the cliff.

That was just the beginning. Since then, countless Xianzong disciples were buried in his hands. They were defenseless against the glorious Lord Lan Fang. It was not until the moment of death that he faintly appeared in the dilated pupils. body shape.

No one doubted him, everyone thought that Xiaoyao Xianzong's vitality was exhausted.

Qiu Sanxian was distressed because of this, and his internal injuries aggravated. Nangong Li specially sent the elixir to treat heart injury, but he replaced it with chronic poison halfway.

After being discovered by Nangongli, in front of the ghost-faced youth, he stabbed Nangongli's eyes blind, cut off his legs, smashed down the underground palace of Long Yinzong, and smashed Nangongli to death in the underground palace...

When the flower bone fan passed across Nangong Li's body, blood spattered all over his head and face.

Until now, he still remembers the feeling that the blood turned from warm to cold, pulling away the warmth from his whole body.

The cold air crawled in along his sleeves, Qi Wuyou felt like falling into an ice cave, tons of panic squeezed the air in the mine extremely thin.

Did all of this... really be done by him?

Gradually, blood surrounded him from all directions and penetrated into his nasal cavity.

How could he...

The past played in rotation in his mind, one second he was calling him the disciple of Mr. Lan Fang with adoring face, the next second he groped blankly for the slashed neck, and fell to the ground in a daze.

The blood spilled from under the corpse, piling up higher and higher, over his calf, buried his chest, and reached the tip of his nose.

Impossible, he will never do something!

There must be something else that he forgot!

Qi Wuyou heard the knocking sound, and it took him a while to notice that his teeth were trembling.

His stomach was throbbing like a spasm, and there were waves of nausea rising up.

He suddenly bent over and retched, even his breathing was forced to stop, and he almost vomited his heart out.

The blood was about to overflow the top of his head, drowning out the sound of his vomiting, leaving only the sound of gurgling water.

In the middle of the night, on the tip of the moon, the cold moonlight swept into the cave.

Qi Wuyou closed his eyes, leaning against the stone wall at the corner of the mine.

His breathing was extremely unsteady, his mind was filled with screams and blood shadows, and two forces were tearing at him, almost splitting him in half.

Vaguely, he seemed to see Luo Yunzhang, who was collecting evening dew in Xianzong's foggy forest with his back turned to him without any defense.

Suddenly, the foggy forest in front of Luo Yunzhang turned into a sword array raging with sword energy, and he was quietly raising his flower bone fan to attack Luo Yunzhang.

No, stop!He didn't want to do that!

Seeing that the flower bone fan was about to fall, Qi Wuyou shook his head violently.

If someone is in the mine, he will find that his head only moved a little bit, and then his whole body was shaken, and he sat up from the stone wall.

Sweat profusely on the forehead, and the rapid breathing slowed down.

Qi Wuyou looked around the mine in bewilderment, only to remember what night and what night it is.

The desolate moonlight shone on the mine outside, and his state of mind was unprecedentedly clear.

The gloomy brows gradually recovered—he remembered!He is still in the "Yellow Liang Dream"!

All the previous actions were aimed at punishing him, wanting to torture him to the point of despair, and then give him a fatal blow, just like using him to deal with Luo Yunzhang before.

In the past three years, the more he was unwilling to do anything, Bao Yi insisted on letting him do it.

Deliberately forcing him to kill all the people he didn't want to kill, from disciples of Xianzong to Nan Gongli, and now it was Qiu Sanxian and Fan Yizhen's turn.

If this continues, he will either be tortured to the point of collapse and commit suicide, or he will survive by luck. At that time, he will make a big mistake. Even if Luo Yunzhang does not die and comes out of the sword formation, it is impossible to be with him again.

In the end, there were only two paths left in front of him—the bad things he did were revealed, he was killed by others, or he became Bao Yi's pawn.

Cold sweat rolled down his back, Qi Wuyou was both rejoiced and terrified.

Fortunately, he didn't really do anything insane. Those who died under his blade were all illusions fabricated by dreams.

The fear was that the dream was so real that he almost forgot about the "Huang Liang Yimeng".

Three years was almost at his limit.

This time he can wake up, what about next time?

In case he completely forgot that he was in a dream, he would take what he did in the dream as a fact as before, and then he would be so painful that he would destroy himself to death.Qi Wuyou shuddered, not daring to be distracted anymore, relying on restraint to meditate on the spot, reminding himself repeatedly that this was all a dream, and this dream that he had for many years would soon end.

The moonlight in the mine cave gradually shifted, and finally rubbed against the edge of the cave entrance and hit the outside.

The sky brightens, darkens, and brightens again.

Within the scope of "Huang Liang Yi Meng", everyone's every move can be perceived by him.

Realizing that Fan Yizhen was within a hundred miles, Qi Wuyou almost immediately came out of the state of trance.

Although his dreams are decided by him, but his combat power is limited, it is difficult to reproduce Qiu Sanxian and Fan Yizhen who are higher than himself.

Therefore, in the mine battle, these two people had to fight in person, in order to deceive Bao Yi's spiritual sense.

There are hundreds of magic cultivators hidden outside the mine, and Qi Wuyou could feel Fan Yizhen approaching quickly.

Not long after, the sound of fighting came from outside the mine.

Not counting hidden characters like Hug Yi, Fan Yizhen's cultivation should be the highest besides the male lead after he left the customs.

The demon cultivators outside the mine couldn't stop him at all, he was chopping melons and vegetables all the way, like a broken bamboo.

In less than a cup of tea, a corpse of a demon cultivator flew upside down into the gold mine, and slammed into the restriction.

The demon cultivator's body slid down, and "Silence" flew over with the wind of the sword, and wedged into the prohibition overflowing with demonic energy.

Cracks quickly spread throughout the restriction, the restriction collapsed, and the "silence" turned around.

Fan Yizhen wore dark blue robes, raised his hand to catch it, swept over the scars on Qi Wuyou's body, and threw the flower bone fan and jade belt over.

Qi Wuyou caught the fan and belt, made an unexpected look, and asked knowingly: "Fan Xianchang! You, why are you here?"

While speaking, the entrance of the mine was surrounded by a group of magicians.

Fan Yizhen glanced out, did not answer, but asked, "How much strength do you have left?"

"...Thirty, thirty percent, it's all my fault for being careless and underestimating the enemy for a while, so they took advantage of the loophole..."

Fan Yizhen interrupted him coldly: "Where is your disciple locked up?"

Qi Wuyou quickly tied the belt around his waist, and said, "They're in the nearby mine."

Fan Yizhen said "follow me", raised his sword and walked away, turning into the mine next door.

——This passage was written in the original book. The original owner took advantage of Fan Yizhen's rescue of his disciples and attacked from behind. He injured Fan Yizhen's arm before moving outside the mine.

"Shu Yu" cleared the way ahead, and the Moxiu who was guarding the mine tunnel fell down like a wheat.

Qi Wuyou planned to follow the plot of the original novel, followed behind Fan Yizhen, and a few fans flew away the demon repairman who rushed into the mine.

Fan Yizhen was very vigilant, taking care of both the front and back, Qi Wuyou never found the time to strike.

Before the two of them reached the restraint where "Yan Rulu" and "Flower Snow" were imprisoned, Fan Yizhen completely exposed his back in order to break the restraint.

Fan Yizhen felt a strong wind coming, so he retreated and hid, but he was still a step too late, and a deep scar was cut on his shoulder by the flower bone fan.

Beads of blood slipped from the flower bone fan, Qi Wuyou wanted to attack again, "Silence" shook the flower bone fan, Fan Yizhen turned around to catch the sword, his usually calm face finally showed a bit of shock: "You——!"

"Yan Rulu" and "Flower Snow" who were under restraint also showed shocked expressions because of this sudden change.

"Master!?"

"Princess Fan!"

Blood gushed from between Fan Yizhen's fingers, almost soaking his entire sleeve, he looked at Qi Wuyou coldly: "Are you colluding with Moxiu?"

Qi Wuyou couldn't do it with one blow, he clenched the fan handle and said bitterly: "Fan Xianchang, what I did now was not my intention, but today between you and me, only one person is destined to leave Qingxi City alive, I still have a wish, please Fan Xianchang Give me this chance to live."

These words were naturally meant for Bao Yi to listen to.

If he went to kill Fan Yizhen with all his heart and soul like the original owner, he would find it boring to hug him once, and he had to suffer as a last resort.

Naturally, the performance should be more similar. When it comes to the words "the wish is not fulfilled", the flower bone fan will break through the air and leave.When Fan Yizhen dodged low, the body-bound magic formation quietly crawled to the bottom of his feet, and he turned over in the air, "silently" the blade of the flower bone fan wrapped around the depression of the flower bone fan, the flower bone fan circled around the blade several times, and was thrown Go out, just cut through the phantom array on the ground.

One arm was injured, and Fan Yizhen's combat strength was not weakened much.

The force of the flower bone fan flying back was so strong that Qi Wuyou's wrist was almost broken when he caught the fan.

Fan Yizhen took advantage of the situation to block Qi Wuyou and the other demon cultivators in the mine, outside of the demon energy restraint in front of "Flower Snow" and "Yan Rulu".

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Qi Wuyou, the blade of "Shu Yu" pierced his neck, and Qi Wuyou hurriedly stepped back to get out of the way.

Fan Yizhen didn't fight with him anymore, but flew past him and flew out of the mine.

"Stop him!"

The demon cultivators outside the mine rushed forward, Fan Yizhen's expression froze, and he slashed out a sword energy that was so sharp that it could sweep the entire mine.

Moxiu, who was standing in front of the mine, was immediately swept away, wounded or dead, and fell to the ground like a dead bird.

Moxiu, who was ambushing outside the mine, surrounded him, and Qi Wuyou chased him out of the mine, forming a pincer attack.

The ghost-faced young man was scratched by the sword energy just now, and his black clothes were torn. He said angrily, "What are you dawdling about, Mr. Lan Fang? Hurry up and send him to heaven!"

At the same time, Yan Rulu and Hua Tuanxue left Qingxi City under the leadership of Qiu Sanxian, and Yu Jian returned to Xiaoyao Xianzong.

Yan Rulu was puzzled and said, "Sect Master, what will Master do if I leave with my junior sister?"

Qiu Sanxian was distracted looking at the jade card that Fan Yizhen left for him. Fan Yizhen's consciousness became weaker and weaker. With a twist of his fingers, he held the jade card in his palm and said, "Don't ask so many questions, just be obedient."

Three people's swords across the sky from a secluded place.

Outside the mine, the ghost-faced youth and Qi Wuyou had fought Fan Yizhen for hundreds of rounds, and finally used Qiu Sanxian's injury to distract him.

The flower bone fan flew around Fan Yizhen's neck.

Just before the fan blade touched him, a fake "Fan Yizhen" was created in the dream, distorting the space and wrapping the real Fan Yizhen in it.

Blood sprayed, and a head rolled to the ground.

After successfully stealing the day and changing the day, Qi Wuyou staggered out of strength.

To kill Fan Yizhen, a top-level cultivator in the world of cultivating immortals, the price to pay is too high.

Outside the mine, there were hundreds of corpses of demon cultivators.

Only him and the ghost-faced youth were left standing, and both of them suffered serious injuries.

Qi Wuyou's right chest was pierced by "Shu Yu", the blood stained the white clothes, his fingertips were still trembling when he closed the fan.

——Fortunately, three years ago, he made a dangerous move and told Qiu Sanxian and Fan Yizhen part of the truth through Nangong Li, and won their cooperation.Otherwise, he would never be able to fake the poor strength caused by such cultivation and experience.

There was a cut in the mask of the ghost-faced youth, just above the eyes, and half of his head could be cut off just a little bit, "without speaking".

Panting, he walked up to "Fan Yizhen"'s head, kicked the head away, and was about to take off his mask to repair it, but when he noticed Qi Wuyou's gaze, he turned his back.

After a glimpse, Qi Wuyou saw a familiar face through the gap in the mask.

He was stunned for a moment, unable to remember who this look looked like, and when he wanted to take a second look, the ghost-faced youth had already taken out an intact mask from the storage bag and put it on.

"I didn't expect Fan Yizhen to be so difficult to deal with." He gritted his teeth and spat, wiped off the blood on his neck, and said, "Next, it's Qiu Sanxian's turn."

Qi Wuyou and the ghost-faced youth hid in Qingxi City's mine for two days to recuperate.

During this period, whenever he had free time, he dug out the brows and eyes of the ghost-faced youth from his mind and pondered over it.

After all, I watched it too hastily. Up to now, I only have a vague impression.

He has met quite a few monks in these years, and there are thousands of monks in the Xianmen Conference and Lumingjian Tour.

Many of them are just a one-sided relationship. It is difficult to select a pair of eyes peeking through the gap in the mask among them.

But not long after, the exploration of the true face of the ghost-faced youth was diluted by another incident.

——Luo Yunzhang will leave the customs soon.

Whenever he thinks of Luo Yunzhang, Qi Wuyou's mood becomes very complicated.

On the one hand, he didn't want to see Luo Yunzhang very much. In the past three years, Luo Yunzhang's expression when he was thrown into the sword array was always lingering. He really felt ashamed and didn't know how to face him.

On the other hand, he waited impatiently to meet Luo Yunzhang for three years—"being pierced by Luo Yunzhang's sword" as the ending of "Huangliang Dream" was perfect.

Qi Wuyou healed all his wounds in the midst of the tension between positive and negative thoughts, and followed the plot of the original book to let Moxiu send "Fan Yizhen"'s "silence" to Xianzong.

Qiu Sanxian bit the bait cooperatively, and when he arrived at the mine in Qingxi City, he had a sickly complexion, his whole face turned pale and blue, and his body under the dark blue cloak was thin and thin, like a dying sick child.

It looks like there is only one breath left, but in a real fight, it is still difficult to deal with.

From the fight in the mine to the outside, a stream of blood spilled from the corner of Qiu Sanxian's mouth. He insisted, "Where is Fan Yizhen?"

The ghost-faced young man didn't expect him to be so difficult, and he became angry from embarrassment: "Since Sect Master Qiu misses his old friend all the time, Mr. Lan Fang let him meet, how about it?"

Qi Wuyou flicked from the waistband according to the words, raised his hand and threw it, and saw a skull rolling to the ground.

Qiu Sanxian knew it was a lie, but when he saw Fan Yizhen's face was black, his eyes were closed tightly, and his face was covered with blood and dust, his mind was still shaken, and then he burst into anger uncontrollably.

"How dare you..."

Outside the mine, sand and rocks were flying, and the branches were shaking and rattling. Just thinking, a spiritual cyclone appeared in the sky, and it was getting bigger and bigger, and it was getting bigger and bigger.

Within a few breaths, the aura condensed from the periphery of the "Kuo Tan" sword had reached a terrifying level!

The ghost-faced youth was surprised: "Isn't he dying soon? Why—"

Before he finished speaking, Qiu Sanxian's eyes turned red, and he flashed in front of him. The ghost-faced young man was startled, and raised his sword to block it, but was blown away.

Before he hit the mountain wall, Chou Sanxian seemed to be in a frenzy, he slashed dozens of swords continuously, the violent sword energy overlapped and pressed him, if he wanted to hit him, he would have to be smashed to pieces.

The ghost-faced young man hurriedly sent out his aura backwards, stopped the backward flying, and went straight up with his sword.

Where the sword qi passed, the vegetation was broken, and the rocks collapsed, causing a large cloud of smoke and dust, and it was impossible to see the figure clearly for a while.

Qi Wuyou was startled: Don't be too excited, Sanxian Qiu, forgot that he is a useless person who is about to burn out, right?

He was about to rush forward to remind him, when he heard a sound of blood spurting from the smoke.

Busily mobilized his spiritual energy and fanned it across, sweeping into the dust and mist, and saw Qiu Sanxian kneeling on the ground, barely supporting his body with his sword as a staff.

The ghost-faced youth almost died in the hands of Qiu Sanxian, and he shouted with lingering fear: "Hurry up and kill him!"

Qi Wuyou breathed a sigh of relief, just about to create a "Three Immortals", when suddenly he felt a person with terrifying aura entered the range of "Huangliang Yimeng" and quickly approached the mine.

One hundred miles, ninety miles, eighty miles...

He raised his head in astonishment, and looked in the direction the man was flying from.

...is it Luo Yunzhang? !

Why is this coming so soon?

The sudden appearance of the aura was too strong, and the ghost-faced youth also woke up, turning his head and urging: "Quick! Kill the three immortals!"

A huge sword with a width of about ten meters descended from the sky, wedged directly between Qi Wuyou and Qiu Sanxian, the ground cracked open, and the storm brought them both flying.

Ding-dong-

Congratulations, you have successfully unlocked the title-wearing scene "The Return of the King", and the ending progress of "Death and Dao Xiao" has increased by 10

Reminder: Your current progress in the ending of "Body Death and Dao Xiao" is 85, and when the progress reaches 100, you will immediately enter the original ending.

During the system prompt, Qi Wuyou barely stopped in mid-air, moved away the flower bone fan in front of him, and saw a tall and straight black figure appearing and disappearing in the fluttering smoke and dust.

Luo Yunzhang caught Qiu Sanxian, looked up, his eyes met Qi Wuyou through the smoke and dust.

His eyes were like black swamps, dull and dull.

The moment I looked at him, a bolt of lightning ran through my mind.

"!"

Qi Wuyou's heart trembled - he knew who the face of the ghost-faced youth looked like!

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