"Infinite Sword Intent?"
Xiang Shen tilted his head and thought, an imperceptible red light flashed in his eyes, "What is that?"
She didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill Duan Dao, but was slowly approaching him. Every time the fear on Duan Dao's face became more intense, the smile on her lips grew bigger.
At this moment, the gate of the city lord's palace suddenly opened, and a large number of monks rushed in, ranging from foundation building to the late stage of pill formation, all of them were elite.
Seeing that the two people fighting in the field were actually Protector Nie and Protector Broken Sword, everyone who came was stunned. What was going on?
"He is not Nie Mingkang!"
When Duandao saw the savior, he immediately shouted at the top of his lungs: "He is the Supreme Elder of Wanjian Clan, kill him!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone turned their faces aside and started to kill Xiang Shu in unison. The true energy Pilian shone brightly in the gloomy sky.
Xiang Shen looked at the many monks rushing towards her, a smile appeared on her calm face, and then she slowly closed her eyes and opened her hands, as if to welcome all the magic weapons attacking her.
"Is this going to kill yourself?"
"He doesn't resist?"
"..."
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and suddenly noticed that the wind direction in the sky had changed. A piece of snowflake was wrapped in the wind, and actually penetrated a monk's protective shield, leaving a blood mark on his face.
The monk was stunned for a moment, looked up and saw more snowflakes speeding up in the wind, and suddenly looked horrified: "Snow..."
As soon as he said one word, he was twisted into a ball of flesh by the sudden wind and snow, and he died so hard that he could not die anymore.
The smell of blood drifted away, and the snow became heavier at some point. It fell quickly and quickly. Under this natural power, those with low cultivation levels could not even hold a breath and were strangled into nothingness.
And even the pill formation was trapped by the wind and snow at this moment, making it difficult to move even an inch.
Duandao sat on the ground, watching blankly, watching the infinite sword intent hidden in the blizzard, and in less than a cup of tea, he killed all the monks who came to help.
But at this point, the blizzard did not become smaller, but became bigger and bigger, sweeping the whole city.
More and more people died in the wind and snow, and the screams continued until half an hour later, the entire city became quiet and silent.
Duandao was completely dumbfounded. This small town was not big, but there were thousands of Demon Palace monks stationed here. How could these Wanjian Sect masters kill them all without blinking an eye?
Who is the demon cultivator? !
"well……"
There was a sigh from beside him, and Duandao trembled. He raised his head and suddenly ran into a pair of blood-red eyes. He suddenly lost his voice in shock: "You are a demon fetus!"
Xiang Shen was startled for a moment, and the blood in his eyes quickly faded, returning to a clear color.
Thinking of what she had just done, her face suddenly turned pale, and she pursed her lips: "What is a demon fetus?"
Duandao was scared out of his mind, laughing wildly and talking nonsense, "You are a demon cultivator, you are also a demon cultivator! Hahahaha..."
A fierce look flashed in Xiang Shen's eyes, and the red light reappeared. He stepped forward and clasped his head, and the soul-searching method was instantly launched.
Broken Blade groaned, his orifices were bleeding, and his eyes became dull. Regardless of whether he was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid, after soul searching, it all became real.
After using up his soul-searching skills, Xiang Shu killed the broken knife and threw the body aside, frowning.
From Broken Blade's memory, she learned that she knew very little about the theory of demon fetuses, so she was only asked to find out a little bit about it.
The devil fetus is born, and once it goes crazy, it cannot stop. It will either kill everyone in front of it or die of exhaustion.
This is different from her situation.
Although she was lost for a moment just now, it was not difficult to wake up from it. As long as she used the sword to cut off her own anger, she could easily suppress it.
However, this kind of loss of control is ultimately a variable.
This time she killed a demon cultivator from the Demon Temple who took pleasure in slaughtering the city. She felt little burden, but what if it happened again next time?
Her reincarnation as a demon fetus must be closely related to her reincarnation as a Yuan Fei. Maybe you can ask Jiang Yi, who was also reincarnated as a Yuan Fei.
Having made up his mind, Xiang Shu no longer thought about it, and waved his sleeves to attract the wind and snow, which also destroyed Duandao's body.
, and then melted the traces of his own blood and sword intention into the wind and snow, wiped them clean, and only after making sure that nothing was missing, he stood up and left.
And less than half an hour after Xiang Shu left, a man in black robe appeared out of thin air over the small town.
The buildings in the city were covered by snow, but the strong and nauseating smell of blood did not dissipate. The man in black robe immediately understood what was happening. He lowered his body, pinched a little blood droplet from his fingertips, and turned it into a trail of blood. It stopped leisurely at the place where Broken Blade was killed.
The man in black robe waved his sleeves and swept away the snow, looking silently at the pool of dark red blood on the ground.
The blood was still dry and the opponent had not gone far, but the man in black robe was not prepared to catch up.
He could kill all the people in his entire stronghold, and even if his cultivation level was higher than his, he wouldn't be much weaker. He alone couldn't keep the opponent, so why waste his efforts.
"Knife..."
A hoarse murmur came from under the black robe. He handed the treasure he had packed at the bottom of the box to Broken Blade for self-defense, which showed his love for his only son.
But Broken Blade was still dead, with no bones left.
He knelt down and grabbed a handful of blood with both hands. A picture flashed back quickly on the blood, and finally it was fixed on a blurry and graceful back.
Female cultivator, sword cultivator.
The man in black robe has a stern look in his eyes. If he doesn't avenge his son's murder, he will never be a human being!
The man in black robe took all the snow water soaked in Broken Blade's blood and disappeared out of thin air, as if he had never appeared before.
In another two hours, the snow stopped, and the moonlight was like water, shining on the bright snow. The snow melted a little, and dark red blood spurted out. The smell of blood was stronger than during the day.
Wei Lesheng and the others escorted the seriously injured Nie Mingkang to the city gate. They smelled the smell of blood carried by the wind, and their expressions froze.
They took Nie Mingkang around the city and saw no one alive, only blood and water flowing everywhere, silently and delicately.
When he walked to the city lord's palace, Nie Mingkang's eyes were dull. Suddenly his feet gave way and he knelt on the ground, muttering: "They are all dead..."
Wei Lexheng frowned and looked at Zhong Yongchang, both seeing the seriousness in the other's eyes.
"Wei Zhenzhuan, Zhong Zhenzhuan, come quickly!"
Suddenly Bai Miaoyin's exclamation came from the courtyard, and Wei Lesheng immediately grabbed Nie Mingkang and walked into the courtyard, arriving at an open space where someone had obviously dug up a piece of snow.
"Someone was here before us."
Zhong Yongchang's face tightened, "I have a hunch that if this matter is not handled well, Dongzhou will suffer a big disaster! Without further ado, we will return to our sects immediately to report."
Bai Miaoyin nodded and looked down at the confused Nie Mingkang, "Then this person..."
"Leave this person to me!"
Zuo Jing came from behind with a gloomy expression, "This time I did something wrong and was deceived by this person. I guarantee with my own life that I will bring this person back to the sect for torture."
Bai Miaoyin looked at Zuo Jing's expression as if the sky was falling, and couldn't help but smile sweetly: "Then I'll leave this job to Junior Brother Zuo. Nie Mingkang's rhetoric makes even us unable to make up our mind. Junior Brother is rarely in charge, so don't be too worried. heavy so as not to damage itself."
Zuo Jing was startled for a moment, the lines of his jaw were much softer, but he soon returned to his cold and hard attitude, and hummed, "Senior Sister Bai doesn't need to remind me, I have my own sense of proportion."
After saying that, he grabbed Nie Mingkang and put it under his arm. The magic weapon flew into the space and disappeared into the sky in an instant.
One day later, the turmoil in Wanjian Sect finally subsided completely, the atmosphere in the sect relaxed, and the Sutra Pavilion was reopened.
Sword training ground.
Holding the wooden sword in his hand, Xiang Yu stood among the many older disciples and coughed from time to time.
Xiang Jianjue, who was taking the lead at the front, heard this and immediately stopped practicing his sword, turned around and walked up to Xiang Shen, "Your lips are white, are you injured?"
Xiang Shen smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, it's just that practicing the sword too hard hurts the heart and lungs. It will be fine in two days."
Xiang Jianjue frowned when he heard this, "I've told you before, don't aim too high. How can you master swordsmanship overnight? Don't practice today. Go back and rest by yourself."
"Thank you for your understanding, senior brother."
Xiang Shen turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Xiang Jianjue, "
etc! "
Xiang Shen turned back in confusion.
Xiang Jianjue hesitated for a moment and said: "I promised senior brother that after your injury improves, you will practice swordplay with me. Don't run around during the next hour. I will look for you."
Xiang Shen was slightly surprised, Xiang Jianjue actually planned to take her to the pool? Doesn't this time conflict with his identity as "Si Wuyue"?
Feeling helpless, he nodded to Shu to show his understanding, and then left with the envious eyes of his brothers and sisters.
"Little Junior Sister Luo Shen is really lucky to have the personal guidance of Junior Brother Jian Jue."
"She has a high-grade spiritual root. If you can have such a talent, you can also..."
"..."
Xiang Shu walked slowly on the mountain road, not in a hurry to go back.
Her injuries were minor. Although the sword of the high-grade magic weapon caused great damage, with the help of Yuanquan, she would be fine in two days.
The real trouble is the one in the small courtyard.
With a sigh, Xiang Yu quickened his pace and returned to his small courtyard. When he opened the door, he saw Tang Yin lying on the couch where Luo Qingyun often sat in the courtyard, leisurely eating spiritual fruit.
Seeing Xiang Shu come back, Tang Yin immediately sat up and asked, "Is your mother back?"
Xiang Shu shook his head and sat down next to Tang Yin, "As long as you are here, my mother will never come back."
Tang Yin looked troubled, "Little junior sister, I hid it from your mother, and if you spread the word again and said that all the people in Qianxing Palace have left, will your mother come back after hearing this?"
Xiang Shen looked helpless and was about to refuse, but then he thought again and changed his mind.
The fragment of "Deception" held by Duandao belongs to his father. Where did his father get it? How much do you know about the origin of "Deception"?
She remembered clearly what Senior Qingtian said in his letter that year, "Deception" is a treasure with profound consequences that ordinary people would never be able to bear. If it were known to others now, it would definitely lead to disaster.
She felt uneasy until she found out the true identity of the person in the mirror.
At present, the only way to understand the Demon Palace as much as possible and prepare in advance is to avoid not knowing that disaster is coming.
Wei Lexheng mentioned the tragedy in the strange place yesterday. Is it directly related to the Demon Palace?
Tang Yin was raised by Luo Qingyun. In front of her, Luo Qingyun would be less defensive and might try to get her to speak.
