The man in green clothes smiled slyly and said: "Junior sister, Junior Brother Feng wants you to go down below to accompany him. If you die, I will take the colorful feather clothes from you on your behalf."
The man in green with a sly smile is really annoying, but why did he know about Nishang Yuyiqu? When I was in the imaginary world just now, it was clear that only Xianxian and I knew about Nishang Yuyiqu, but how could he know? Yu Zun, who closed his eyes slightly, was calculating in his heart. Xianxian's sword just missed his heart. He knew what Xianxian was thinking.
Seeing that she was so emotional, Yuan Taixuan must have treated her as if she were of flesh and blood, but why was Yuan Taixuan ignoring her at this moment? This is also suspicious.
Yu Zun gently pulled Dugu Yinche's arm sleeve. Dugu Yinche smiled slightly when he saw that Yu Zun was safe and sound, and his face suddenly became more joyful. However, Yu Zun shook his head again and glanced at the man in green. His mind was as delicate as Dugu Yinche's, and he nodded knowingly.
At this time, the man in green said again: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, I think you people are really pitiful. Junior Brother Yuan Xianxian is now on the enemy side with us. Why don't you kill Xianxian first to sacrifice the magic sword? This magical sword belongs to you, how about the colorful feathers and clothes belong to me?"
I don't know when there was a scimitar shining with green light in his hand, and Yuan Taixuan seemed to be possessed, his eyes had been fixed on the scimitar just now. At this moment, Feng Xian, who had not spoken for a long time, took a breath of cold air. Angry, he said faintly: "It turned out to be the Ghost Sun Demon Sword. I didn't expect that after a thousand years, this demon sword that caused trouble would be born again."
"Taoist Priest, what is the Ghost Moon Demon Sword? Can you explain it in detail?" Seeing the heavy expression on Feng Xian's face, Dugu Yinche knew that this Ghost Moon Demon Sword was definitely something extraordinary.
"The Ghost Moon Demon Sword was a powerful weapon in the hands of the spirit nightmare back then. However, the Ghost Moon Demon Sword did not disappear with the spirit nightmare, and disappeared from the world. Thousands of years ago, Qian Xueya brought the Corpse Sect to sacrifice the world. It was because of this Ghost Moon The Demon Sword is gaining power, but why did the Ghost Moon Demon Sword appear in his hand? Where is Qianxueya?" Feng Xian lowered his eyebrows and asked.
At this time, Yu Zun realized something in his heart and thought to himself: "This man in green must have entered the fantasy world with everyone, but he has always concealed his identity. When Qianxueya died, he had already won the ghost world. Yue Yao Dao, but how did he hide the truth? After all, the old man Zao Nang and Xing Hai are not ordinary people. This is indeed a doubtful point."
What Yu Zun thought was also what Dugu Yinche expected from the bottom of his heart. Although he didn't know about Nishang Yuyiqu, when Qianxueya died, he witnessed it with his own eyes. The right and wrong were indeed extremely complicated.
At this moment, Yuan Taixuan actually pulled out the long knife from his waist and walked towards Xianxian step by step. Xianxian was in grief, with lines of tears hanging on his face, looking at the man walking towards him with the knife in disbelief. Yuan Taixuan, just when Yuan Taixuan raised his long sword and tried to chop it down, Yu Zun, who was lying on his back, rushed towards Xianxian like the wind, dragging her towards his side.
Xianxian's delicate body was trembling like an epilepsy, and her pale cheeks were already bloodless. She muttered the corners of her mouth and said repeatedly: "Senior brother, he will actually kill me...Senior brother, he will actually kill me. .....”
Regarding Yu Zun's instant change, everyone had a hint of surprise on their faces. Zhong Xia was the first to pounce, "Brother, it turns out you're not dead." She excitedly threw her head into Yu Zun's arms, but Yu Zun gently put his head in his arms. She pushed away and said leisurely: "Sister Zhongxia, although your brother Yu Zun is not dead, the stab wound on his chest is real. Do you want your brother Yu Zun to die from excessive blood loss? "
When Zhongxia heard the meaning of Yu Zun's words, he immediately became anxious. He rummaged anxiously through the storage space and said, "Where is the hemostatic medicine? Where is the hemostatic medicine?"
Everyone was infected by Zhong Xia's innocence, and there was a hint of doting in their eyes. Su Su patted Zhong Xia's arm lightly, and said with a gentle smile in her eyes: "Sister, the hemostatic medicine has just been applied to Mr. Yu. On"
Yu Zun's cold eyes shone with a hint of splendor. He looked at the man in green quietly, and he didn't know when the blue scimitar appeared in his palm.
Yu Zun glanced at Yan Ranche and glanced at the Xianxian. Yan Ranche had a trace of hesitation in his eyes, but he still pulled up the Xianxian without hesitation and protected it behind him.
A cold light appeared in Yu Zun's eyes, and he said indifferently: "Miss Xianxian, Senior Brother Yuan standing in front of you now is already an extraordinary person. Don't cry anymore."
When Xianxian heard this, his mind suddenly froze, and he said with a trembling voice: "If he is not my senior brother Yuan, who is he?"
"You have to ask your Qingyi senior brother," Yu Zun sneered.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect you to notice it." The man in green let out a sharp and harsh laugh, but this laugh seemed to be out of place in the human world.
Yu Zun pursed his lips slightly and sneered: "You finally admitted it, Lingmao"
Ghost nightmare? Everyone's hearts froze and they looked at the man in green in disbelief. Could this be a nightmare?
"Since you know that I am a nightmare, why don't you give me your guqin?" There was another harsh scream, but it was like the roar of a ghost in hell.
There was a cold light in Yu Zun Gujing Wubo's eyes, and he said quietly: "Since I dare to reveal your identity, I am not afraid of you, a half-demon and half-ghost monster."
"Hahaha, yes, Lao Chan is half-ghost, but how did you see through Lao Chan's identity?" Spirit Nightmare narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly.
"Since you know that Miss Xianxian and I are carrying secret treasures, and that neither Senior Xinghai nor Senior Wuming could find you out from the darkness, I know that there is no one else except you, and just now you sacrificed Who else but you could take away Lingwu from Lingmai's lifetime under the eyes of Xinghai and the unknown old man?" Yu Zun explained calmly.
Spirit Nightmare's slightly narrowed eyes showed a cold blood light, "Since the identity of the old man has been revealed to you, then the sentient beings on the top of Spirit Nightmare Mountain will be buried with you for these words."
The sky, which was originally as flat as a mirror, was suddenly covered with a layer of gray clouds. The gray clouds covered the sky and stretched for thousands of miles. It was originally a bright and scorching day, but now it was like a dim twilight, gloomy. Gray clouds, seemingly endless, rolled in from all directions from time to time.
At this time, there were pieces of dust floating around everyone. The dust was gray-white in color. The dust flying all over the sky was drifting throughout the Eastern Wasteland with the cold wind.
Pedestrians walking on the street raised their heads and looked at the dark sky. The elegant woman took out her embroidered handkerchief and wiped the dust scattered on her robe from time to time. She frowned and said, "What the hell is going on with this weather?" ?”
Gray dust, like patches of gray silent snow, covers the roofs, treetops, alleys, rivers and lakes, and in the brothel where the flute and flute are played every day, a handsome young man in white is frowning. With her crescent-shaped eyebrows shaped like a woman, she sighed lightly, looked up at the sky, and said leisurely: "Xiao Cui, what do you think of this world?"
The beautiful woman with a touch of makeup, holding a pipa in her hand, frowned and said: "I don't know what you mean, sir. This river and lake will always be this river and lake, but it has never changed. There are talents from generation to generation, and there are love and hatred from generation to generation."
The young man in white looked at Xiao Cui with interest and said, "If one day, one person is willing to destroy this world, should this person be infamy? Or should he be praised from generation to generation?"
Xiao Cui chuckled lightly and said angrily: "Master, Xiao Cui doesn't like to hear what you are saying. If there is no Jianghu, unless everyone in the world is dead."
The young man in white sighed softly and lamented: "Don't I understand this truth?"
At the top of Lingmao Mountain, someone shouted: "These are ashes, ashes."
Hearing this person's words, everyone's hearts trembled. Someone just stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked the flying dust, but there was a trace of sour taste. This person is a disciple of the Demon Sect, and he is familiar with this sky-filled sky in his heart. The smell of flying ashes.
Among the vast clouds, there was actually a layer of gray dust, which was falling one after another. Everywhere they could see was gray. "How many people are left behind after death?" Everyone asked in horror.
At this moment, the weird laughter appeared in everyone's ears at the right time. The weird smile said without hesitation: "These are the bones of the people in the world, what is left after the sacrifice."
The eyes of some martial cultivators who were familiar with ancient books were filled with fear. In front of their eyes, the battle that happened thousands of years ago as described in the ancient books seemed to be looming.
Someone's voice trembled: "In the battle at Lingmao Mountain thousands of years ago, all living beings withered away. The mountains could not hide the sorrow of the withered bones, and the long river could not suppress the sorrow of the lonely blood. The ghosts and nightmares appeared, and the world was in chaos." At the end of the sentence, the man's words were full of chaos. With a hint of crying.
"Hmph, the spirit nightmare is an ancient relic from ten thousand years ago. There are talented people in the world, so I'm afraid of what he will do!" Deep down in my heart, I was secretly aggrieved because of the assassination of Yu Zun by Xianxian. At this moment, I was furious. Yan Ranche, unable to suppress the anger in his heart, shouted.
Yu Zun glanced at Yan Ranche deeply, pointed at the spirit nightmare, and said boldly: "Brother Ran Che, you are right, you are just an ancient relic from ten thousand years ago, don't bluff here."
He is not a reckless person, but at this moment, among the crowd, there are only some lamentations and lamentations. At this moment, he is willing to stand up and serve as a soldier to calm the panic in everyone's heart. If it is really a nightmare, In his heart, he had no chance of winning. After all, Lingmai's opponent was at Xinghai's level.
"Really?" At this moment, Yuan Taixuan, who had been silent all this time, had a scimitar shining with green light in his hand. He raised the corner of his mouth and showed a strange smile, "I, Yuan Taixuan, First, I’ll come here to ask for advice on behalf of Lord Lingmao.”
Another line of tears fell down Xianxian's sad face. She was already crying, but her eyes were dim and filled with darkness. She cried sadly: "Brother, how could you become like this?" So, don’t you want to go to the Ming Dynasty with Xian’er?”
Yan Ranche frowned slightly and said angrily: "You see clearly, who is the person next to him? What's the point of crying? If you ask me, your senior brother has already been taken away by the ghost at this moment."
Xianxian stared at Yuan Taixuan. At this moment, there was no warmth at all in Yuan Taixuan's eyes. In his cold-blooded killing pupils, there was no clear distinction between love and hatred, but there was a strong murderous intention.
"Yes, if the poor Taoist hadn't misjudged it, Mr. Yuan had already lost his soul." The sect that Feng Xian cultivated was well versed in the way of souls, so he was so sure.
"Then how can we save senior brother? Senior brother is not wrong. Please don't hurt his life." Xianxian begged with a few lines of dried tears on his face.
"He who saves others saves himself, and he who harms others harms himself. This is the way of heaven. If Mr. Yuan is not distracted, his soul will no longer be absorbed by the spirit nightmare," Feng Xian said with a long sigh.
"Senior brother, he has never hurt innocent creatures, and has never done anything against heaven. Master Yu, I hope you can spare my senior brother's life." Xianxian knelt in front of Yu Zun in grief, but did not care about himself at all. image of.
