The black air in the secret realm was thicker than it had been not long ago.
The heavy dark clouds in the sky were blown into gray and gloomy pieces by the strong wind. The ink that had soaked into the dome spread silently around, bringing with it the smell of stale soil.
The battle between Meng Di and the others and the black dragon had come to an end.
The dragon had a very high level of cultivation, and with the help of the surging demonic energy around it, its strength had increased significantly, and it had reached the initial stage of the transformation of the spirit.
Due to the difference in cultivation, among all the people present, the only one who could compete with it was Meng Di, the senior brother of the Xuanxu Sword Sect. The attacks of the other two were like tickling, and had little effect.
This black dragon was already troublesome enough, but the demonic energy gathered here was getting heavier and heavier, and many demon beasts were attracted here, determined to feed on human flesh.
The most attractive among them were undoubtedly the unconscious Ning Ning and Pei Ji.
Bai Ye had roughly witnessed the whole process of the incident, and was shocked by Ning Ning's desperate operation.
He was still frightened until now. Seeing the demon beasts gathering from all directions, he gritted his teeth and broke away from the fight with the black dragon, protecting the two.
However,
the young talisman cultivator frowned unconsciously, and the lightning in his hands, which was overwhelmed by the continuous flow of lightning, was gradually showing signs of fatigue.
He was only at the Jindan stage, and most of the demon beasts here were at the Jindan and Yuanying stages. It would be fine if he fought alone, but the beasts kept coming here one after another, and with the lack of spiritual energy, he could not help but feel powerless.
Strange.
Bai Ye blasted a ferocious beast away, and his eyes quickly swept across the overwhelming beast tide, and then glanced at the black dragon not far away.
The demons would be attracted to each other by the demonic energy. It was reasonable for these strange beasts to rush towards him when Pei Ji's demonic energy surged before.
But now his demonic aura had been completely cut off by Ning Ning, and it was far less than that of the dragon in the air. Why... were they still rushing here like crazy? He
couldn't figure it out at all.
This is not a problem that Bai Ye needs to consider at this moment.
The rushing monsters are everywhere, and the surroundings are full of ever-changing black shadows. The flying beasts in the sky and the running beasts on the ground can make up a full table of different Manchu and Han dishes.
Meng Du and Yonggui are stuck in the confrontation with the black dragon, and he is the only one left standing in the front. If he is not careful and reveals a flaw -
the moment the thought quickly flashed through his mind, Bai Ye was shocked.
A giant eagle swooped down from the sky, and at the same time, several figures attacked from the side. He had very little spiritual power left and was absolutely unable to resist.
Not good.
Bai Ye's heart was empty, but he did not turn around and leave, exposing the two people behind him to the beast tide. Instead, he took out a yellowed paper talisman from his arms, and his fingertips trembled unconsciously.
This was his most precious treasure, which he would use at the critical moment, exhausting all his spiritual power to activate the spell and give the enemy a fatal blow.
This is a move similar to dying together. Although it can stabilize this wave of attacks, the next one...
forget it, just hold on for a while.
He hardened his heart and bit his fingertips in an instant. Just as he was about to press the overflowing blood drops on the talisman paper, he heard a deafening howl beside him.
- Oops, it's too late!
The palm wind of the demon wolf came with great force, leaving him no time to react, and the sharp claws attacked the young man's face mercilessly!
He Xiaochen slammed the table and stood up: "Bai Ye!"
At this moment, in a flash, a beam of sword light suddenly came, and before the wolf's claws were about to touch Bai Ye, it cut his diameter in two!
"This is..."
Qu Feiqing did not move, staring at the picture in the mysterious mirror, and suddenly raised the corner of her mouth: "Pei Ji woke up!"
Tian Xianzi thought: "Ning Ning broke his inner demon."
In the secret realm, behind Bai Ye, the black-clothed boy covered in blood carefully laid the girl in his arms on the ground, and stood up with a heavy look.
The long sword in his hand was not unsheathed, but his body was filled with surging sword energy, emitting a murderous white light, illuminating Pei Ji's dark pupils.
"Consciousness turned into a sword, this is a breakthrough in his cultivation."
Ji Yunkai knocked the table with the knuckles of his middle finger, and said seriously, "I just don't know how Ning Ning is doing."
"Pei, Pei Junior Brother?"
Bai Ye stared at him with a pale face. Seeing the sword light beside him and several monsters howling in agony, he asked him tentatively, "Are you okay? Is your mind normal?"
In the vast world, if even Pei Ji was possessed by the inner demon and fell into the devil, then they would all be finished.
Pei Ji was taller than Bai Ye. When he lowered his eyes, a few drops of dark red blood fell down his long eyelashes.
He didn't have much expression as usual. His eyes were full of dark and cold murderous aura. He didn't know what he was thinking about. The beast-like murderous aura in his eyes stagnated slightly, and he actually showed a little embarrassment: "Take care of... Ning Ning for me."
Nonsense, he, Bai Ye, is a real man, of course he will take care of her!
No, no, when did it become "take care of him"? Isn't Junior Sister Ning Ning everyone's?
Before he could say anything, Pei Ji in front of him drew his sword without saying a word. Although it was very unpromising, it had to be admitted that Bai Ye was stunned.
After getting rid of his inner demon, although Pei Ji still had demonic energy emanating from his body, it was obvious that he was no longer under its control. He frowned, held his breath, and concentrated his strength. He actually turned the demonic energy into his own use, condensing terrifying blood-colored streaks on the long sword.
The young man's back was tall and thin, and his blood-stained black hair and black clothes were blown up coldly by the strong wind. The sword energy was a breathtaking white, exuding a cold light.
Although Pei Ji was injured, his body movements were still so fast that it was difficult to see clearly.
The light and shadow were invisible, and the sword left no trace. Accompanied by a loud bang, wherever the sword light went, it turned into a lot of sharp blades at the same time, like ice and snow, piercing into the flesh and blood of the monster -
then there was a muffled bang, and the sword energy exploded layer by layer, and flesh and blood flew.
A real aesthetic of violence.
Bai Ye knew that this sword-training junior fellow had a bad temper, but he never expected that Pei Ji would fight even more fiercely than the demons, leaving no room for mercy.
Fortunately, the number of monsters imprisoned in each level of the Demon Refining Tower was limited, and the beasts came in waves, and soon all were cut down by Pei Ji's sword.
Therefore, when Meng Ju and Yong Gui finally solved the black dragon, through the blurred vision of the blood mist, they first saw the corpses of the beasts leaning against each other.
The young man standing in the sea of blood and corpses sheathed his sword, his eyes full of coldness, staring at them from a distance without any emotion.
The stare lasted only a short moment, Pei Ji quickly looked away, staggered as if due to exhaustion, and then stepped forward, heading in the direction of Ning Ning. Not
until he got closer did Bai Ye see clearly what Junior Brother Pei looked like now.
There were cracks all over his body from being grabbed and bitten by wild beasts, blood marks on his pale thin lips, and no blood on his face, as if he would faint at any time, presumably he had exhausted all his strength just now.
Really cruel.
This man is not only cruel to his enemies, but even more cruel to himself. On the surface, he looks calm and composed, but in fact, he risks his life every time he draws his sword.
Bai Ye admired him, knowing that he came for Ning Ning, and stepped back to make way.
Pei Ji was slightly startled, shook his head, and said in a hoarse voice: "I have blood on my body, it's dirty."
It's amazing that the man who was like a killer not long ago would care about such a small matter seriously.
Bai Ye watched the hostility in his eyes gradually dissipate, and when he looked at Ning Ning, he even blinked his eyes, and couldn't help but secretly complain: He really favors this brat without hiding it.
"Junior sister is exhausted and asleep, I'm afraid it's not suitable for her to stay in the Demon Refining Tower."
After Meng Ju dealt with the black dragon, he put away his sword and walked over quickly: "Why not--"
Before he finished speaking, a laugh suddenly came from behind him.
That was the laughter of a young man, hoarse and arrogant, like gravel rubbing against the ground, it really couldn't be called "pleasant to hear".
In a moment, the devilish aura came, Meng Ju drew his sword to block it, the devilish aura and sword aura collided, bursting into layers of swirling airflow.
Bai Ye guessed who the person was, gathered all his fighting spirit, and quickly turned around.
In the place where the Lingshu fairy grass was grown before, there stood a man.
He should have been attracted by the surging devilish aura, and his once evil and wild temperament disappeared, his hair was scattered, his face was as white as frost, and he was so haggard that it seemed as if only a skeleton covered with thin flesh was left.
Bai Ye keenly noticed that there were shackles on his hands and feet, like the confinement of a death row prisoner before execution.
It was a torture device specially made for the monsters in the Demon Refining Tower. It could not only suppress their cultivation, but also control their minds so that they would not commit suicide.
It was Xie Yu.
It seemed that he had not had an easy life after being sent to the Demon Refining Tower by Zhou Yimei.
"You are the ones who broke into my Buddha Realm?"
The man's eyes were dark and hidden in the darkness of the night. He smiled and unconsciously looked a bit crazy, but he spoke slowly: "Do you know how long I have been waiting for outsiders to come? I can't kill Zhou Yimei and those old men and women, so killing you to vent my anger... seems not bad."
Qu Feiqing, who was originally worried, became furious in an instant: "Who did he call 'old man and old lady'!"
Xie Yu couldn't hear her scolding, and laughed. The demonic energy on his side was invisible but seemed to be visible, and it rushed towards everyone.
Bai Ye shouted in panic: "No way! They are the ones who trapped you here, but you are taking revenge on us youngsters, how shameless!"
Meng Ju was much calmer than him. He swung his sword to cut off the evil spirit, still smiling: "Your Excellency, don't bother with us. I have no interest in your head."
As soon as these words came out, Xie Yu's face suddenly turned cold, and Bai Ye also suddenly realized.
So that's it.
Since Meng Ju could effortlessly split the evil spirit, it means that Xie Yu either didn't kill them, or he didn't have much strength left in his body. No matter which possibility it was, he couldn't kill them here.
There was only one possibility.
Xie Yu was deliberately angering them and seeking death.
This was also the deepest wish of his inner demon.
"Whether to fight or not is not up to you!"
The man standing on the top of the mountain roared, and with a wave of his right arm, several black blades broke through the wind and attacked Pei Ji's side.
Even Meng Ju frowned for a moment.
Xie Yu was not stupid. Through the pagoda illusion, he had roughly figured out the personality and habits of each of them. There was no doubt that among all the people present, Pei Ji hated him the most.
He was also the easiest to incite.
"You are my child, right?"
Black shadows fell like rain, and each one of them was unstoppable. Pei Ji's pupils were gloomy. He drew his sword and chopped them off. He heard the voice of a man on the steep cliff: "What's your last name? Pei? I never remember having sex with a woman with the last name Pei - your mother is just a toy to relieve boredom, and you, you're not even a toy. I don't even bother to look at you."
Bai Ye's veins popped up when he heard this, and he just wanted to rush forward and beat this man up. His eyes fell on Pei Ji's side and saw the murderous intent surging in the young man's eyes.
"Brother Meng Ju," he didn't know what to do and was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat, "what should we do?"
Meng Ju shook his head: "No matter what Pei Ji decides, it is not up to us outsiders to interfere."
"You must have suffered a lot when you were a child, right?"
Xie Yu glanced at the murderous look in his eyes and laughed even more wildly: "It's a pity that I had a lot of food and clothing in those years, but I didn't know what kind of life you and your mother lived."
He paused and looked at Ning Ning who was unconscious not far away, with a deeper smile in his eyes: "Do you like that girl?"
The young man, who was on the defensive, froze.
"If she saw you surrounded by evil spirits, would she still be willing to accept you? You inherited the blood of the demons from me, and you are an out-and-out monster. Others can't avoid you. Look at the corpses of those monsters. She knows you are so keen on killing--"
Before she finished her words, a black shadow appeared in front of her.
Pei Ji put his sword against Xie Yu's throat, and his voice was terribly low: "Shut up."
Xie Yu felt the murderous aura sweeping over him.
The Demon Refining Tower symbolizes endless loneliness and pain. The magic weapons imprisoned in his hands and feet made him unable to live or die. He had wanted to die for too long.
"You are afraid."
The man showed a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth, "You are afraid of her abandoning you, because this is a fact that is difficult to reverse. When she gets tired of you, she will find the next better person, and what will you do? Alone, unable to go anywhere."
He said and stared at the boy in front of him, waiting for the long sword to fall and everything to return to silence.
But Pei Ji did not move.
The long sword made a low sound, a humming sound similar to sobbing.
"Ningning... won't be like this."
His throat moved slightly, and dark clouds gathered and dispersed in his black pupils. His voice was very low, as if he was telling Xie Yu, and also as if he was telling himself: "She doesn't hate me. She is different from others... "
He likes her.
Therefore, he is willing to give his whole heart and trust her unconditionally.
As long as Ningning is willing to smile at him more, Pei Ji is willing to believe in this world that once abandoned him.
Xie Yu's pupils froze, and his back trembled violently.
The plan was no longer under his control.
"You and I..."
Pei Ji looked at him coldly, his voice so indifferent that no ups and downs could be heard: "It's also different."
A breeze carrying the smell of blood blew by, ruffling the boy's black hair, and casting a dark cloud-like color under his eyes.
On the top of the cliff, the slender figure holding the sword paused slightly and took a step back.
There was a slight sound.
That was the sound of the long sword being sheathed.
"Elder."
Pei Ji took out the communication symbol with Xuan Jing from his storage bag. His voice was very faint, but very clear: "Ning Ning and I have applied to leave the tower early."
"Wait, wait!"
Xie Yu was completely panicked and grabbed his sleeve: "I abandoned you and your son, letting you suffer humiliation and hardship since childhood. I have killed countless people, and..."
"That's why Miss Zhou locked you up in this place."
Bai Ye stood at the foot of the mountain, feeling very happy. He made his hands into a trumpet shape and put them to his mouth: "Think about the people you killed, idiot!"
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The second round of the Ten Dharma Conference finally came to an end in the Demon Refining Tower.
Ning Ning was seriously injured, and the elders of Baicaotang used elixirs to nourish her. She did not wake up until the end of the ceremony, and was put on a stretcher and sent to the flying boat.
Tianxianzi and his disciples were all very distressed. Zheng Weiqi almost choked from crying, and she was about to smash the demon tower with a sword;
the little white dragon Lin Xun kept crying, and his eyes became two round walnuts.
They were really noisy, and the elders of Baicaotang were annoyed by the yelling. Without saying a word, he kicked everyone out of the ward of the flying boat, leaving only the most reliable Pei Ji and Tianxianzi inside.
Therefore, when everyone walked to the center of the flying boat with sobs and curses, they realized that the flying boat was overcrowded and there were no empty seats.
No,
there are only two left!
No, no, no!
There are two other strange disciples who are also eyeing them and are slowly approaching their seats!
He Zhizhou's eyes lit up and he exchanged glances with Zheng Weiqi.
They must seize this opportunity!
This flying boat is full of Baicaotang disciples, who are quite unfamiliar to them. The two of them secretly exchanged plans in their hearts and finally decided on a plan.
"He Family Performance Rules", Article 36 -
Pretend to be deaf and blind!
Baicaotang emphasizes a calm mind, which is much quieter than the sword sect, which is used to fighting and killing.
It was in this peaceful atmosphere that two extremely chaotic footsteps were suddenly heard.
A disciple looked up curiously, and was immediately frightened and stood still, unable to move.
There were two sword cultivators, a man and a woman. The man seemed to have a problem with his legs. He trembled and swayed with his bow legs as he walked forward step by step. Not to mention that his eyes were trembling and dim, as if he could not see the scene in front of him. He stretched out his hands and groped in a daze, which was very miserable.
The woman seemed normal, and helped him step forward step by step. Coincidentally, she arrived at the seat at the same time as the two Baicaotang disciples.
"Poor you, my little Zhou, how did you become like this after the battle in the pagoda!"
Zheng Weiqi squeezed out crocodile tears from her eyes: "You can't see anything, and your legs and feet are like this. As a sword cultivator... you can't even get a seat on the flying boat. What should I do in the future!" He
Zhizhou: "Uh uh uh ah ah ah... where is this, Senior Sister Zheng, why did you turn off the lights?"
The corner of the mouth of the Baicaotang disciple standing on the side twitched. Although he could see that the two were deliberately faking it, he still stepped back and let him sit on the chair.
Zheng Weiqi also suppressed her laughter, stepped forward, and sat in another place.
"Miss."
Baicaotang was full of nerds who only cared about medicine and not people. How could they have any thoughts of sympathizing with women? Moreover, they knew they were deceived by these two shameless swordsmen. Seeing this, they stepped forward and said, "It is understandable that this Taoist friend was injured. Since we found a vacant seat at the same time, why don't we each take one? You--"
"Senior Sister Zheng, although I am miserable, you are not living well either!"
He Zhizhou looked up at the sky blankly, his tone sad: "You are so young, how can you be completely deaf because of the sonic boom in the snow!"
He paused, and then said with great sorrow: "What's the point of me telling you all this! It is said that sweet words should be said to the left ear, you will never hear them again in the future - huh? Wait, who was talking just now? Aren't there only me and Senior Sister here?"
One is blind and the other is deaf, and it is simply impossible to communicate.
He said a long paragraph, but the two people tacitly ignored it.
Baicaotang disciple: ...
Baicaotang disciple: Grass (not insulting, simply refers to a plant).
You are so cruel!
The flying boat was very fast. It flew in the air for a while and arrived at its destination, Luancheng.
The Ten Dharma Assembly is a major event in Luan City. According to the established custom, the people in the city will hold a fireworks party at the end to welcome the return of the major immortals.
This should be a very festive event, but when He Zhizhou walked to the door of the flying boat and prepared to go down the long ladder, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
The people waiting under the flying boat were originally smiling, but the moment they saw him, they all stood still and shut their mouths in solemn expressions.
He Zhizhou: ...?
He was completely confused and looked around. In the middle of the crowd, he saw an extremely large black mirror.
On the black mirror, the scene inside a flying boat was reflected.
Flying, boat, inside.
At that moment, he seemed to understand everything.
It seemed that someone had told him that the people of Luancheng had reverence for the Immortal Sect, so they would record the images inside when the flying boat returned.
There was a panicking silence.
Someone cried and shouted, "Don't be afraid, you are the best hero, wuwu! Quick, come and help him down!"
The two Baicaotang disciples stood at the front of the crowd, their faces twisted into chrysanthemums, and they shook their heads at him with all their might, trying hard to hold back their laughter. He Zhizhou looked up and held back the tears that were swirling like poached eggs in his eyes. The arrow was
on the string and had to be shot. What else could he do? Of course, he smiled and forgave his former self. The young swordsman suppressed his red eyes and twisted his mouth in a very familiar way. He saw Tian Xianzi coming out of the ward with Ning Ning by his side. His uncle-master knew nothing about the battle for the seat in the flying boat, and was looking at his current appearance with horror, his eyes getting sharper and sharper. But he couldn't explain with so many eyes on him. In the horrified expressions of countless immortal sects who wanted to say something but stopped, in the hot and expectant eyes of countless Luancheng people. He Zhizhou crossed his O-shaped bow legs that were deeply engraved in his DNA, stretched out his hands to make a path-finding gesture, and walked down the long ladder with trembling steps. His temperament was so well controlled, and the redness at the end of his eyes was so heartbreaking that a woman shouted excitedly: "He Zhizhou, he-he moved on his own!" With this cry, the crowd suddenly burst into extremely crisp applause, and soon the applause became louder and louder, and soon it gathered into a thunderous ocean! He Zhizhou followed Nicholas Zhao Si's dance steps and went down step by step, and the cheers of the crowd increased little by little. The air was filled with tear-jerking inspirational breath. At this moment, he was the king that everyone expected. Tian Xianzi pressed his philtrum desperately and decided to flee Luancheng without stopping after the Ten Dharma Assembly ended, otherwise he might be suffocated to death. Every shout from the flying boat pierced the eardrums with great sharpness. Zheng Weiqi, who was also a criminal suspect, was pale and terrified. "Oh my God, He Zhizhou is about to come down - he succeeded!" "He actually did it! Is this the sword cultivator of the Xuanxu Sword Sect?" "Too touching, too touching! I almost cried! It's not easy!" He Zhizhou's ideal is to make thousands of girls cry for him. Unfortunately, he guessed the beginning, but he didn't guess the ending. From the 80-year-old old woman to the 8-month-old baby girl in Luancheng, everyone shed tears at this moment, all because of his strong will despite his disability. "In this situation now," Zheng Weiqi looked at the unconscious Ning Ning on the stretcher, her eyes twitching, "If we follow him... wouldn't those people become even crazier when they see Junior Sister's appearance?" She said this bluntly, and as soon as Lin Xun heard it, the scene at that time involuntarily emerged in his mind, and the embarrassment cancer broke out in advance, and his eyes, which were already red because of worrying about Ning Ning, became even more red and swollen. But this is nothing! Little White Dragon clenched his fists, and his two straight little horns showed his unshakable determination. Junior Sister is so good to him, even if he has to bear the gazes of all the people in Luancheng, he will escort her well! Tianxianzi trembled, turned his eyes away from He Zhizhou's back, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't, don't worry, the master has a way. Trust me, it will be correct." Not long after, several figures appeared at the door of the flying boat again. Anyone with a discerning eye could recognize that they were Elder Tianxian and his disciples. The sword cultivators were all majestic, and the only thing worth paying attention to was the stretcher they were carrying. On the stretcher, there was a sleeping girl. The girl lay flat on her back and didn't move. The people around her all had red eyes and frozen expressions, and her face... was covered with a layer of white cloth! Sadness. The sadness that penetrated into the bone marrow quietly penetrated into the night. Someone shivered and murmured, "Who is that dead person covered in white cloth?" Lin Xun was so frightened by this sentence that he trembled all over. He glanced at Tian Xianzi stealthily and received a confident look from the latter. "No problem, don't panic." As a master, Tianxianzi showed superhuman calmness and detachment at this moment, and said slowly to his disciples in secret voice: "Ningning's face is covered with a white cloth, and no one will recognize her. Don't you still believe in me, your master?" However, as soon as he finished speaking, another shout suddenly rang out from the crowd - "Are you stupid! All the people around are disciples of Elder Tianxian. Except for one person, everyone is here. The missing one..." The person who took over the conversation paused slightly, and his tone was a little more reluctant and painful: "Isn't it Ningning! - Ningning is dead!" The people carrying the bier looked at Tianxianzi expressionlessly. The crowd is a genius. They are fools. There was a moment of shock. Then, thousands of people started to scream and wail together! The people who gathered nearby turned into zombies besieging the city, howling and stretching out their hands, madly leaning towards the Xuanxu Sword Sect. Some people cried so hard, some were so frightened that their facial features were deformed, and a little girl sobbed and screamed to the sky: "My sister is dead, my sister is dead, wuwa——!" Maybe their voices were too loud, or maybe a breeze blew slowly in the midst of the crying, blowing up the white cloth covering the girl's face. For some unknown reason, Ningning, who was supposed to be dead, opened her eyes without any warning in front of everyone. Those eyes were lifeless and full of bloodshot. No one spoke. Everyone stopped and looked at her overly pale face and the dark red blood stains at the corners of her mouth, like an old movie that was paused in the middle. Suddenly, someone shouted, "It's a corpse! Run!" Normally, the transformation of a corpse is deadly enough, let alone the zombie transformed by a cultivator!
In a flash, the husband started shouting, and the wife also started shouting. Soon, hundreds of thousands of people were shouting, hundreds of thousands of children were crying, and hundreds of thousands of dogs were barking. In
the middle, there were the sounds of wailing, vomiting, and the whistling of the wind, as well as hundreds of thousands of cries for help, running wildly, "Don't kill me," "Please spare my life," and "Let the old and the children go first."
Everything that should be there is there. Even if a person has hundreds of hands and hundreds of fingers, he cannot point to one end; even if a person has hundreds of mouths and hundreds of tongues, he cannot name one place.
The scene, which was already filled with howling, was in chaos. People were running wildly with their hands and feet, all of them were crying and crying, drooling and crying. The zombies were besieging the city, but now they are running away.
Undoubtedly, this is the most unforgettable event in the memory of all the people in Luancheng.
The mayor died, his wife ran away, and now, even the little girl from the Sword Sect, who was loved by all the people, has turned into a corpse.
From the beginning, they should not have given too much true feelings.
Curiosity killed the entire Luancheng.
And Ningning.
The girl who knew nothing about everything raised her right hand, gently touched the place on her face covered by the white cloth, closed her eyes with satisfaction, and entered the sweet dream again.