Feixian Continent, Liugui Peak, in a dark secret room.
Xue Lun's face was haggard and his hair was messy. It was obvious that he was having a bad time during this period. The great psychological pressure almost drove him crazy.
Yan Xing's terrifying evil talent really scared him to death.
"Lu Xiao comes from a small state on the edge of the Fallen Immortal Realm, Pingtai Prefecture Yucui City. Haha, she turns out to be the daughter of the city lord, but she is still a despicable mud-legged person."
"It is an honor for your family to be used by this deacon!"
Xue Lun's eyes were fierce, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot. He stared at the paper in his hand and murmured, smiling like a madman.
"It has been a month since Dongtian sent out the letter. Calculating the efficiency of those guys, they should have almost reached Jade City."
The realm of Feixian spans ten trillion kilometers. It is very troublesome to communicate in such a huge territory. In addition, this is just a trivial "trivial matter". People who do things are often procrastinating and do not use the special skills of Feixian official. channel.
Therefore, it was already a month before the letter arrived.
Within the six-month deadline, Lu Xiao's family will definitely try their best to come after receiving the news, because this is not just as simple as retrieving Lu Xiao's relics.
In order to compensate the families who lost their disciples in vain, Feixian Dongtian will satisfy them with a small request. Don’t underestimate this small request. It is “small” to Feixian Dongtian. If it falls on those small families, it will be enjoyed by all descendants. Endless blessings.
For example, Lu Xiao's family, if they want, just say a word from Feixian Dongtian, and the entire Pingtai Prefecture will be named Lu from now on.
Who can resist this temptation?
"Come on, let me choose a good place for you to bury your bones!"
Xue Lun opened a map and scanned it back and forth. This time, the interception should neither alarm the Lu family nor get too close to Feixian Cave, so as not to leave any clues.
After much consideration, Xue Lun settled on an ideal location that was out of the way.
"Gui Chou Jian!"
Before he finished speaking, Xue Lun's figure had disappeared, and the light from the teleportation formation on the ground was flowing and flickering.
Xue Lun was very cautious. This matter involved a peerless evildoer like Yan Xing. Once he left a flaw, he would definitely die.
Therefore, even if it was just the first step of the plan, such a small matter as intercepting Lu Xiao's family, he was not willing to implement it in the cave, even though he only needed to send a message.
Xue Lun came to the outside world, found a random reason, and left Feixian Cave's sphere of influence. After running for several days, he stopped.
He took out a scarlet talisman from his arms, with a twisted word "kill" painted on it. He pinched the spell with his hands and muttered words in his mouth, and then the talisman spontaneously ignited.
After the interrogation was completed, Xue Lun looked around cautiously, scanning back and forth several times with his domain consciousness. When he saw that there were no mistakes, he turned and left.
The interception and killing of Lu Xiao's family and the ambush of Yan Xing were all dealt with at once. Xue Lun needed to hide in the dark, so naturally he would not do it himself. He handed everything over to a notorious organization - the Yin Tomb.
The name "Yin Tomb" makes people change their colors when they hear it. This organization has no taboos, ranging from murder and arson, to slaughtering cities and destroying countries. As long as you can pay the price, there is nothing they dare not do.
"My lord, if the Dagger of Justice and Fearlessness cannot be retrieved, forget it. Getting rid of the hidden danger of punishment is the most important thing now!"
After inviting Yin Fen to come forward, Xue Lun no longer thought about getting back the holy weapon. Now he just wanted to simply kill Yan Xing. If this kind of evildoer is allowed to grow up and use today's grudges to cause trouble, let alone him. It is estimated that his master will not escape death.
Alas, for the sake of a holy soldier, Xue Lun felt miserable for bringing things to such an extent, so he could only bite the bullet and go all the way to the dark side.
…
Time flies, and January is fleeting.
"call--"
"Finally finished watching it!"
Yan Xing breathed a sigh of relief, stood up slowly, and stretched, his bones crackling.
After sitting quietly for two months without moving, he used [Never-Ending] to stuff all the free knowledge on the first floor of the library into his mind, and integrated it into his mind.
He is now a walking encyclopedia, with a detailed understanding of this world from top to bottom.
Humanities, geography, knowledge, power, race...
"Have you finished reading? Boy, this Pavilion Master has tolerated you for a long time, can you stop bragging!?"
boom--
The brilliance suddenly appeared, and a figure condensed in an instant. This time it became extremely clear and lifelike. It was a graceful blonde intellectual beauty with extremely deep dark green eyes. It was a unique temperament poured out by endless knowledge.
"Yan Xing, have you had enough fun? It's been two months, and you've been just here messing around every day. Is it fun?"
The pavilion master looked cold. She would come to see Yan Xing from time to time, for fear that he would starve to death here.
But every time I came here, I saw Yan Xing causing trouble. He unfolded all the books one after another, covering them with many light curtains, and changed them at a glance. He didn't stop for two whole months.
finish watching?
What a joke!
On the first floor of the library, there are free non-gongfa-related classics. On average, each book has about 5 million words, totaling 9730 billion volumes.
Yan Xing, that bastard, actually said that he had read them all in two months?
The owner of the library did not think about the possibility at all and directly concluded that Yan Xing was playing tricks on her. How could a mortal kid do this?
"Pavilion Master, please don't be upset. Disciple will leave now."
Yan Xing had a smile in his eyes. There was no need to argue with a formation spirit, and he didn't need to prove anything to others. After that, he stood up slowly.
"By the way, I need to buy some exercises."
"Huh? Have you made any contribution? Or are you preparing to break through to the Lingxuan realm?"
The pavilion master was stunned. For some reason, she felt that Yan Xing had become a little different. He seemed to be extremely confident?
One of the benefits of Feixian Cave is that if the outer disciples are ready to break through Lingxuan, they can apply to get a copy of the technique in the library for free.
Naturally, Yan Xing is not for this reason, and he needs more than one skill. The reason why he says this is that he is rich now.
"Isn't it just a point of contribution? There are still many disciples."
Yan Xing reached out and took out his identity plate. He pinched the secret in his hand, replaced the spirit energy with blood, and touched it on the nameplate.
Kong Lingzi, how could the reward given to the four little heroes be only 10,000 contribution points?
These ten thousand contribution points were all spent in one day by the punishment.
The old man would not be so stingy. In addition to the 10,000 contribution points on the surface, he also secretly allocated 1,000 human contribution points to the four people. However, it was covered up by special means and would only appear when stimulated by spiritual energy.
Human race contribution is a reward that is given to the entire race if it has contributed to the entire race, such as killing a powerful non-living body. It is of extremely high value.
A little human contribution can be exchanged for a thousand Feixiandongtian contribution points, and one thousand points is one million.
The four of them, Yan Xing, helped Kong Lingzi break the world of memes. This was considered as an indirect blow to the Meme Immortal, preventing the spread of memes, and they should be rewarded for their contribution to the human race.
After absorbing a huge amount of knowledge, all aspects of Yan Xing have been qualitatively improved. Kong Lingzi's little thoughts couldn't be hidden from him, so he used Poxu's right eye to see through the arrangement in the nameplate, and used a little trick to transform Qi and blood into spirits. , break it.
"you……"
Naturally, the pavilion master saw the value of the contribution points on the nameplate, opened his mouth, glanced at Yan Xing with deep meaning, and then disappeared.
The next moment, several books with different auras appeared out of thin air, suspended in the air, turned into a flow of information, and sank directly into Yan Xing's eyebrows.
Yan Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, and many mysterious and unusual characters shone brightly in the depths of his pupils, like stars.
"Sure enough, it is much more profound. The structure of Xingxuan Domain turns out to be like this."
While Yan Xing was thinking, he exited the small room and walked outside the library.
One step, two steps...
Seven steps, just out of the door.
"I learned only five exercises, but it actually took me seven steps. Alas, my brain is a little rusty."
"Haha, it turns out that I already know the divine writings of origin. Is this the advantage of human blood?"
Yan Xing was in a good mood and felt that the world in front of him was extremely clear, unlike when his memory had just awakened and he looked around in confusion.
Now, he has completely established a foothold in this world. From now on, he can go to all directions in the world.
At this moment, an inner disciple passed by and stirred up a gust of wind. Suddenly, countless particles flew freely in the microscopic world that was difficult to observe.
"Um?"
Yan Xing's ears twitched slightly, and he heard a faint voice mentioning his name. His auditory perception, which he had deliberately blocked in order not to be bothered by the noise in the world, immediately let go.
This is a self-setting. Under normal circumstances, his hearing is blocked and restricted, but if he hears his own name, he will follow the mechanism to unlock the restriction.
"snort! After thinking about it, it would be better to kill this kind of monster..."
"Still according to the original plan, I will intercept and kill Lu Xiao's family and lure the snake out of the hole, but in view of Yan Xing's strength, I need a sharper knife..."
"Haha, interesting."
Yan Xing raised a finger. Under his [microscopic vision], a particle of the earth element was vibrating repeatedly, like a gramophone, repeating what Xue Lun had said over and over again.
"It's been a month, I hope it's still not too late!"
Before he finished speaking, Yan Xing's figure flickered, landed on the teleportation array, crossed out some contribution points, and a burst of light rose, instantly appearing in front of the cross-border whirlpool.
Yan Xing doesn't want to be a good person, but at least he can't let innocent people die because of him.
Stepping over the whirlpool, he flipped his palm and took out a pill bottle.
He had never met Xue Lun, let alone had close contact with him, but those three unlucky guys had.
"The sky and the earth are endless, tracking thousands of miles."
Yan Xing sniffed lightly, and the five terrifying senses given to him by [God's Sense] instantly captured the complex smell particles. In addition to him and the three dead people, he locked onto the fifth smell on the pill bottle. .
The sense of smell is sometimes very useful. In some cases, it is even stronger than the spiritual consciousness of extraordinary people.
Divine consciousness has a certain range depending on the strength. If the tracking target escapes from this range, divine consciousness will be of little use.
The smell is different. Due to the metabolism of the human body or the continuous falling off of clothes, the smell particles will be suspended in the void for a long time until they are dispersed by external forces.
The odor particles are like eye-catching arrows that can guide the direction until the target is tracked.
Um?
So far away, it was actually beyond Feixian Cave's sphere of influence.
Yan Xing followed the scent and ran all the way to the border area, which was the end of the protective formation. He had Sikong's token in his hand, so he could enter and exit freely.
"What did you do here?"
After a long time, Yan Xing's figure landed on a wasteland and saw some ashes on the ground, which smelled of Xue Lun.
"Let me hear it..."
Yan Xing pricked up his ears, and the resonance between the particles reproduced Xue Lun's low murmur long ago.
Ghosts and sorrowful streams, dark graves.
