How could it happen in the blink of an eye! The old monk disappeared!
Xiangyang rubbed his eyes and looked at the empty ground in front of him, very surprised.
Looking back at the surroundings, the dark red formations disappeared without a trace, only the icy wind and snow howled, and the rustling wind and frost blew.
After Monk Dongling dripped his blood into the formation pattern, a hole seemed to be torn open in the cage of Shengjiang Post, and the entire space formed a barrier, making it impossible to distinguish the true from the false.
And he himself seemed to be directly excluded.
"What is this thing? This is..."
The young man scratched his head angrily and angrily kicked the towering snowdrift on the side. Unexpectedly, he kicked something as hard as a stone.
"Huh?"
Xiangyang squatted down and stretched out his hand to dig a hole at that location. Only then did he realize that what he kicked was not a stone, but a token.
Reflecting the surrounding white snow, the words "Qi Kill" on the token are particularly eye-catching.
Isn't this Li Hanguang's token? Could it be that he is also at the birth ceremony?
The young man held the cold token and suddenly felt a murderous intention behind his back, making his hair stand on end!
He subconsciously dodged to the side, and saw a piercing cold light shooting out from behind him, directly splitting the towering snowdrifts!
who is it? !
Xiangyang turned around suddenly, and the tip of the sword was handed to him!
A few strands of hair were severed from the sharp edges. The young man turned around and saw Li Hanguang with his eyes tightly closed, but his aura was as awe-inspiring as a sword! He held up the weapon, held the finger seal in his hand, and muttered words, and attacked him!
What's going on? ? Why did this kid suddenly appear and attack him?
Xiangyang hurriedly avoided Li Hanguang's sword moves, feeling very embarrassed.
His puppet disappeared inexplicably when he entered this seal, not to mention the various poisons on his body. Now it is very difficult to carry Li Hanguang's sword moves.
But the sharp-eyed Xiang Yang quickly spotted some clues while dodging constantly.
Li Hanguang must have fallen into hypnosis. Although his sword was powerful and full of killing intent, it had no rules and was just a random slash. As long as he avoided it in time, there was no big danger.
It would be troublesome for the old monk to break the seal, and Jiang Yu and the others don't know their whereabouts.
Now he was the only one who could help a little.
Li Hanguang was obviously being manipulated. He might be the big demon or cave god behind it. If he could get Li Hanguang out of hypnosis, he should be able to bring him to their side.
Xiang Yang without the puppet had no ability to help the old monk, but Li Hanguang with the sword was different.
That is the Seven Killing Star of Xingyan Sect, it is very powerful.
Xiangyang dodged the cold light and rolled to the right. His hand hit the incense burner on the side, which made his mouth numb from the shock.
In an instant, a spiritual light entered Xiangyang's mind.
He took the incense burner at hand and threw it over. Li Hanguang closed his eyes and couldn't see what Xiang Yang hit him. His head was bruised and bloody from the knock, but the sword moves in his hand were not slow at all and he stabbed straight at him. Come over.
Xiang Yang faced the sword force without dodging. When Li Hanguang's sword was handed to him, he turned sideways and struck Li Hanguang on the back of the neck with his palm.
Although he closed his eyes tightly, he still let out a muffled groan after receiving this sudden blow.
The sword in his hand lost its strength and fell to the ground. The whole person fell softly to the ground as if his soul had been taken away.
Xiang Yang was so frightened that he fell to the ground, gasping for air.
Looking at Li Hanguang lying quietly on the ground, he was a little angry.
I can't say whether it was him or Li Hanguang who was unlucky, but it was Li Hanguang's luck to meet him in a place like this.
Not to mention that I knocked him to pieces and bled, it was just because of the cold weather. If he froze to death, the Xing Yan Sect would not be able to find a place to cry.
Xiangyang completely forgot about the matter of knocking out Li Hanguang, thinking about how to wake up the cold and purple person.
However, before he could think clearly, the wind suddenly started behind him.
The spiritual energy between heaven and earth suddenly began to turbulence. Xiangyang raised his head and saw wind blowing around him. The wind contained energy, which hurt his skin.
But Xiangyang couldn't pay attention to these chaotic Qi. He saw the heaven and earth being torn apart by sharp weapons!
The sky breaks! Frost and snow pouring in!
He squinted his eyes and saw a knife-wielding man coming from the end of the road.
The girl is holding a knife, and the red gourd around her waist sets off her green clothes, which is particularly dazzling in the snowy sky.
It's Jiang Yu!
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No matter Xiangyang boy or Jiang Yu, they may not be able to break in.
Monk Dongling knew that this place should be like a fantasy.
But the person in front of him was once his sweetheart, but that person had passed away, and seeing him again made his long-dead heart beat again.
What happened that year?
There was a hint of affection and guilt in the man's eyes, and he couldn't bear to be a little louder to her.
"Abi."
The girl was more delicate than flowers. She gently broke away from the smoke, like a small fish, making ripples and quietly crashing into his arms.
"Brother Alang, you are finally back. Please take Abi away."
Her voice is clear and innocent, very endearing.
Dongling listened to her coquettish murmur and was in a daze for a while before he remembered the purpose of coming here.
"Is this the illusion of the cave god? No, or is this the real seal of Yangtianwo?"
He looked up and looked around and found that this place was no longer the sacrificial post, but his former home...
An old house with empty walls, but in a good location, facing the mountain col, and on a small slope, where you can see the river in the village and the mountains in the distance.
Little bits of rain were blown in by the wind, and smoke rose in the mountains, making it look hazy like a landscape with a green color.
The touch of the girl in his arms was very real. Dongling could feel her temperature, her breathing, and her heartbeat.
In a trance, he felt like a dream butterfly in Zhouzhuang.
"Abi, you..."
"Brother Alang, please stop talking." The girl Abi covered his mouth with her index finger and said with a smile, "I found something in your house, can you read it to me?"
She took out the paper hidden in her arms, leaned in his arms and read softly.
"...The crescent moon rises alone in the west ridge, and the two swallows fly down in the clear water. Every year, there are plum blossoms in the snow, and little meanings are sent on the red paper."
Abi read to the end with a red cloud on her face.
"Mei Zhongxueli, isn't that the mountain forest where we fell in love... Brother Alang, is this written for me?"
Dongling lowered his head and looked at the girl's charming and shy face, chewing on the poem just now.
There was a huge wave in my heart.
It was a letter he wrote while drunk after missing Abi after leaving Yangtianwo, and sent it to Abi through someone else.
That day when he came down from the mountain, the priest told him that Abi had left with the merchant who came to the village to do business a few days ago. The merchant took a fancy to Abi's appearance and gave her a large sum of money, so she followed the merchant. .
Not a single letter could be left for him.
So he left the village frustrated.
He doesn't hate Abi. If he can have a better life, it will be good and he will bless her.
However, it didn't take long for the bad news to come from the village. From then on, he was confused for several years. Finally, he was taken in by Yinxi Temple and became a monk.
Was this letter really delivered to Abi?
Seeing that he didn't reply for a long time, Abi pushed him away with a red face, picked up her dress and ran outside.
The mountain rain is as thick as thin threads, moistening things silently and empty, but it rolls up the smell of earth and fills the house with fragrance.
Dongling looked at her and subconsciously chased her out.
However, Abi disappeared instantly after stepping out of the house.
Dongling had no time to take back his steps. At that moment, he broke into darkness.
Girls' murmurs came from all directions.
"Brother Alang..."
"Brother Alang, it hurts so much..."
"Why don't you save me?..."
He opened his eyes wide and saw a little light.
The girl was lying in the light, her clothes were ragged. She raised her head and looked in the direction of Monk Dongling with great effort, and tears of blood flowed from her two beautiful eyes.
Not far away, there were many shadows hiding in the darkness, whispering to her.
"...Unfortunately, the flower girl was ruined before she was sacrificed."
"What should I do...will the cave god be angry..."
"Why don't we kill her? Maybe the cave god will forgive us if we kill her?"
"Yes, kill her, kill her!"
Kill her, kill her!
The shouts were heard one after another, and Dong Ling froze on the spot. He watched the phantom belonging to Abi fall to the ground, her face blurred by the flowing blood and tears, and all the tenderness in the past turned into despair.
Suddenly, the shouting from all directions stopped, and a gloomy voice quietly emerged.
"You see, this is how your sweetheart is treated."
"The villagers of Yangtianwo didn't tell you how Abi died."
"They were all killed..."
