The silver-white long sword snapped into two pieces, and the broken sword rolled down the stone platform.
Wei Lin had no spiritual power left in his body, and blood was flowing all over his body. He finally couldn't hold on anymore and fainted. Before he completely passed out, he seemed to catch a glimpse of a cyan light from the corner of his eye.
A quarter of an hour later, a girl in black hurriedly walked out of the cave, her clothes stained with blood. She must have just experienced a battle.
She released her consciousness coldly and cautiously, is there anyone?
She frowned, drew out the green wood sword, and slowly stepped forward. Her eyes paused on the unconscious Wei Lin on the round platform, and then she was attracted by the blue lamp hanging on a curved tree at the edge of the round platform.
The top of the lamp was covered with four petals, of different sizes. On the side facing her, the petals were the largest, almost covering the entire side of the lamp body. The smallest petal was slightly tilted, and the entire lamp exuded a gleaming green light. , quiet and fresh.
The indifference on her face had a hint of softness. Just as she was about to step forward, another woman in black appeared on the opposite platform. Like her, the woman in black's eyes were instantly attracted to the green lantern.
The lamp seemed to have some magic power, it could attract people's attention instantly, and everyone who saw it couldn't help but want to keep it as their own.
The woman in black glanced at Wen Xueruo, who had arrived first. She was just a young monk at the sixth level of qi training, not a master disciple who was in charge of protecting the law. She tapped her toes and reached the round platform from the other side in an instant, reaching out to get the lamp.
Wen Xueruo's eyes were calm and she swung the sword steadily.
"ah--"
Screams resounded throughout the sky. The woman in black clutched the broken right hand tightly, her round face twisted, her eyes scarlet, and she said solemnly: "No one dares to talk to me like this!"
Zhang Tao was very angry. Her parents were both stewards of Canye Pavilion, and the disciples in the sect all admired her. She was the senior sister and junior sister when they met her. She was the first to show filial piety to any good things she received. This was the first time that someone dared to treat her badly. She takes action!
He even chopped off her hand!
Zhang Tao was furious, "I'm going to kill you!"
After roaring, I caught a glimpse of Wen Xueruo under her hood, with a face like cold jade, dark eyebrows and autumn eyes, like orchids in an empty valley, isolated from the world, and she was even more jealous. She raised her hand and a stream of red smoke was sprinkled on Wen Xueruo's face.
She was born with a round face, which could barely be considered round and cute, but she was born with a flat nose, completely ruining her beauty.
While Wen Xueruo cut off her remaining left hand with a sword, she used the wind spirit technique at will. The red smoke was blown by the wind and immediately turned around, falling on Zhang Tao's face.
Zhang Tao screamed like a slaughtering pig again, and his face was corroded beyond recognition as if sulfuric acid had been poured on it.
Seeing her appearance, Wen Xueluo was startled, and her memory was pulled. Her mother's face covered with blisters, swollen and suppurating seemed to be very close to her eyes. She seemed to hear her mother's humble pleadings, one after another, like a carving knife, a knife. A knife cut into her heart.
The distorted and crazy face of the aunt Xu Ruoya gradually overlapped with that of the woman in front of her, and overwhelming hatred burst out.
There was a storm in her calm eyes, veins popped out on the back of her hand holding the Green Wood Sword, her clothes were still in the wind, and she stared at Zhang Tao in front of her.
Zhang Tao, who was wailing, couldn't help but tremble under her cold gaze, as if he was being targeted by an evil spirit. She forgot about the severe pain for a moment, swallowed her saliva, and said, "You, what do you want to do?" ? My parents are the stewards of the market, I, I lit the soul lamp..."
Wen Xueruo turned a deaf ear to her words. All she could hear was Xu Ruoya's extremely vicious insults. Her body was getting cold, her eyes were filled with murderous intent, and she said solemnly: "Damn it, all of them deserve to die!"
brush! brush! brush!
"ah--"
The sharp screams echoed through the sky again, and then stopped abruptly.
In the inner valley of the Qing River Valley, a cultivator in black clothes and silver jewelry who was practicing suddenly felt heartbroken. The sudden emotion almost made him go crazy and quit practicing. He frowned and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, as if he had remembered something. His expression There was a big change, and his body flashed into a small, dark room.
The room was very empty, with only a few candles burning. Now, the one on the far right was out.
The man's eyes were about to burst, and he roared to the sky: "Who is——"
The next moment, in a flash, he was already at the foot of Hu Xifeng.
"Kingju? Why are you here?"
From a distance, he noticed an astonishing aura rushing towards this side. Jing Shisan was just wondering. In a few breaths, Jing Shi's figure appeared. Shouldn't he be practicing at this time?
Immediately, he noticed that Jing Shi looked shocked and angry, and the overwhelming anger contained great sorrow, a trace of fear, and an unspeakable hope.
"What's going on here?"
Ignoring his inquiry, Jing Shi flew straight towards the whirlpool in mid-air, but was knocked away by the backlash. He went in regardless, but was caught by Jing Shisan, "What's going on?"
He used his spiritual power to try to break away from Jing Shisan's hand, but failed, so he turned around and shouted: "My daughter is dead!"
Jing Shisan looked at him in surprise. Only Jing Shisan of their "Jing" generation had married. However, both husband and wife had passed the best age of childbearing and had no children.
Jing Shi went through all kinds of hardships and tried all kinds of methods to get such a girl. She looked like an eyeball. It was said that he privately named the child according to the surname he had before joining the cabinet. No wonder he was like this.
Jing Shisan advised: "Calm down, this restriction is set by the master of the pavilion, and no one above the Qi Refining Stage can enter."
He looked a little crazy, but it didn't last long. He had lived for hundreds of years, and many things had long been looked down upon. If it hadn't been for his precious daughter this time, he wouldn't have been so rude.
He took a deep breath and began to knead the soul lamp in Zhang Tao's hand. Only then did Jing Shisan notice that he was still holding an extinguished soul lamp in his hand.
As he kneaded the hand, the last wick of the soul lamp burned, and Zhang Tao's death scream came from it. A cold and beautiful face danced in the candlelight. Then the wick burned out and the picture disappeared.
"It was she who killed Tao'er!" Jing Shi gritted his teeth and said with coldness spreading in his eyes. The soul lamp showed the last scene Tao'er saw before he died, that is, that little bitch killed his daughter!
Jing Shisan frowned and said uncertainly: "There seems to be another person behind that person."
"What did you say?" Jing Shi suddenly turned his head and looked directly at him.
"In a blink of an eye, I seemed to see a white sleeve on the ground behind the girl."
"White?" Jing Shi narrowed his eyes. Canye Pavilion disciples all wear black robes, and not many can wear clothes of other colors.
Jing Shisan sighed helplessly, and without waiting for him to ask, he said: "Among the disciples who entered this time, only Master Jingzhe's disciples are wearing white clothes."
Jing Shi's heart skipped a beat, Lord Jingzhe was the ultimate killer, the number one master of Can Ye Pavilion, and his disciple, I'm afraid he couldn't...
Seeing his expression, Jing Shisan said: "Don't think too much about it. Looking at the situation, he is probably seriously injured, and it may not have anything to do with him."
Jing Shi said nothing and looked incomprehensible.
In the secret realm, as Zhang Tao's head softened, Wen Xueruo's eyes gradually returned to calm. She pulled out her sword, stepped over Zhang Tao's bloody corpse, took off the green lantern, and dripped blood to identify the owner.
Her blood dropped on the green lamp, causing a ripple of blood, and white mist appeared in front of her eyes.
In the vast whiteness, an old voice sounded, "First of all, I would like to congratulate you for passing the first two tests I set. Now take the Dream Burning Heart Lamp and go to the center of Yunshu Immortal Mansion to accept my inheritance."
Yuanshu Immortal Mansion?
Wen Xueruo was startled, what is that?
A little light flew out of the white sky and hit her eyebrows, and then there was a picture in her mind.
It was a sea of clouds, with a majestic palace at the end of the sea of clouds; in addition, there was a vague location.
After digesting the extra information in her mind, she looked at Wei Lin, who was still unconscious, with a somewhat struggling look on his face, tightened his grip on the sword, and finally turned around and walked away suddenly.
The setting sun in the sky looks like blood, but the blood is stronger than the setting sun nearby.
Under the curved purple tree trunk beside the round platform, a young woman in black is sitting. She has her head lowered, her two severed hands hanging by her side, and bright red blood flakes are radiating from under her body, as if she has been exposed to the sun. Cracked mud skin.
What Wei Lin saw when he woke up was this bloody scene. He was stunned for a while, then raised his eyes to cover the surroundings, but there was no one around.
He stood up, and a dehydrated blue and white severed hand rolled out from his hem. He paused, his brows furrowed, drew out the green wood sword, stepped forward and lifted the woman's chin with the sword.
What a face it was, with bloody flesh and blood, no trace of intact skin visible, and a big word 'death' on the ferocious flesh and bones, covering it from forehead to chin.
Wei Lin was so shocked that he took a step back and nodded. What kind of hatred made the murderer torture her like this?
After calming down, his eyes fell on the branch diagonally in front of him. There was a circle of shallow strangulation marks there, like a mark formed by something hanging there for many years.
Thinking of the glimmer of green light he saw before he fell into coma, he realized that something had indeed been taken away. He lowered his head and glanced at the body. I was afraid that this was the loser of the robbery.
But why did the other party let him go?
Wei Lin was thoughtful, was he someone he knew well, or was he afraid of the Nascent Soul cultivator behind him?
After going through all kinds of hardships and breaking through the illusion, only to be plucked from the peach, Wei Lin was so depressed that he couldn't even see clearly what the treasure was.
