Chapter 18 Wu Xiang Xie Wuyang's impression of this uprising has already been somewhat...
Yun Wanzhou took a sip of tea, standing still as a mountain and completely ignoring Chen Ziyi's existence.
Xie Wuyang was quite proactive. After meeting Chen Ziyi's gaze, he walked towards him.
"Chen Ziyi, Lao Zhang's grave is at the entrance of the village. My master and I are leaving soon. Why don't I take you there now to identify it, so that you don't end up making the wrong choice."
Chen Ziyi waved his hand. "No, no, I've lived in the village for decades, so I know exactly where the extra grave is. I won't bother you, Little Immortal."
Hearing the extra honorific in Chen Ziyi's words, Xie Wuyang raised his eyebrows and took action directly, "You should come with me to take a look..."
As soon as his hand touched the hem of Chen Ziyi's clothes, Chen Ziyi seemed to be stimulated by something and fiercely shook off Xie Wuyang's hand, accompanied by Chen Ziyi's roar, "I said I don't need it!"
Before Xie Wuyang could even come to his senses, he was pushed hard again and staggered backward.
A pair of hands fell on Xie Wuyang's shoulders. Xie Wuyang paused and half raised his head to look upwards.
From this position, Xie Wuyang could just see Yun Wanzhou's eyes, which were calm and cold as a deep pond.
But the coldness in her eyes was not directed at him, but at Chen Ziyi.
Xie Wuyang frowned and looked away. When his eyes fell on Chen Ziyi, a cold light flashed, "Why is Chen Ziyi doing this? Did he do something bad? Is there something he is hiding?"
Chen Ziyi stood where he was, avoiding Xie Wuyang's sight, "I'm being rude..."
Xie Wuyang: "Then why are you so resistant?"
Chen Ziyi paused for breath, which made Xie Wuyang even more curious.
He wanted to see what was so terrifying about Lao Zhang's grave that could make Chen Ziyi resist it so much.
Yun Wanzhou has superb spiritual power, and the talismans he draws are rare in the world of cultivation. Even the red rope he casually changed last time has the function of freely stretching and shortening its length. After tying up the little monster, Xie Wuyang stared at the red rope and hesitated for a long time, but finally put it away.
After all, I have nothing now, so keeping this thing may be useful in case of emergency.
Xie Wuyang didn't expect that he would use this thing so soon.
When Xie Wuyang removed the red line from his wrist, Yun Wanzhou glanced at him sideways, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
Xie Wuyang added a little spiritual power and the red line became several times longer. Then, he tied Chen Ziyi up under his horrified gaze.
In fact, he could have cast a spell of immobilization on Chen Ziyi, but he suddenly realized that after the spell was cast, Chen Ziyi would not be able to speak, and he would not be able to get any information from him.
After tying up Chen Ziyi, Xie Wuyang used his stored spiritual power to draw a circle around Chen Ziyi and Yun Wanzhou on the ground, wrote a word in the center, and then walked in.
This is a teleportation array that consumes a huge amount of spiritual power. Ordinary cultivators certainly cannot afford it, but if it were Yun Wanzhou, this amount of spiritual power would be just a drop in the bucket for him.
Without waiting for Xie Wuyang to point out the formation, Yun Wanzhou took the lead and waved his hand to connect the formation.
A golden light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, several people arrived in front of Lao Zhang's grave. Facing them was Lao Zhang's tombstone without any words on it.
"Chen Ziyi, we're here." Xie Wuyang patted Chen Ziyi on the shoulder, walked out of the center of the magic circle with Yun Wanzhou, and stood aside.
After all, the protagonist of this incident is the good neighbor Chen Ziyi.
After Yun Wanzhou made some unknown gesture and landed on Lao Zhang's wooden tablet, Xie Wuyang dragged the tied Chen Ziyi to the front of the wooden tablet and came face to face with Lao Zhang.
"Old neighbors meeting, want to chat for a few minutes?" Xie Wuyang patted Chen Ziyi's shoulder.
Chen Ziyi turned his head, shook it twice towards Xie Wuyang, and whimpered twice.
Only then did Xie Wuyang mercifully pull the cloth out of Chen Ziyi's mouth.
Knowing he couldn't get anything good from Xie Wuyang, Chen Ziyi, who had regained his freedom, turned to Yun Wanzhou. This time, he was smarter and softened his temper. "Master, if you need my help with anything, I will definitely do it without hesitation. Why do you treat me like this?"
Xie Wuyang half-knelt down and met Chen Ziyi's gaze. "How many people are there at Dashipo?"
Chen Ziyi answered honestly, "More than 150 people."
"But why, I only saw you and Lao Zhang?" At this point, Xie Wuyang frowned, looking inquiringly.
Chen Ziyi swallowed his saliva and said stubbornly, "They...they all moved away."
As if he was certain, Chen Ziyi repeated to Yun Wanzhou, "Yes, that's right! They moved away a long time ago!"
"I just went to look for it. Some people even have gold and silver in their homes. They couldn't have escaped without taking them."
Chen Ziyi subconsciously retorted, "Impossible, you don't have time to go..."
Realizing what he had said, Chen Ziyi suddenly stopped talking.
Xie Wuyang finally grasped the key point. He was used to being a devil. He would show no mercy to others, even deliberately embarrassing them. "We don't have time to do what? Why don't you say it?"
Chen Ziyi pursed his lips tightly, looking as if he was determined not to tell anything.
Xie Wuyang persisted, "We didn't come back last night, and you went up the mountain to chop firewood today. How do you know we don't have time to investigate? Or..."
At this point, Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Actually, you've been following us the whole time, chopping wood or something, is that just an excuse you made for yourself?"
"Why should I follow you!" Chen Ziyi's tone suddenly became excited.
"Oh?" Xie Wuyang raised his eyebrows, "So you are following my master?"
Chen Ziyi felt as if a mouthful of old blood was stuck in his chest, neither rising nor falling, and he felt so uncomfortable that his face turned blue.
Xie Wuyang assumed that Chen Ziyi had tacitly agreed to his question and asked, "Then why don't you want to see Lao Zhang?"
Chen Ziyi had nothing to say, so he gritted his teeth and repeated his initial excuse, "Didn't I say I wanted to leave Old Zhang alone?"
"Old Zhang can't be at peace." Yun Wanzhou spoke suddenly.
Chen Ziyi looked away guiltily, "What do you mean?"
Yun Wanzhou raised his hand and tapped on Lao Zhang's wooden tablet. His lips moved as if he was chanting some spell. Then, Xie Wuyang saw a series of golden lines appear on the wooden tablet.
Compared to the magic circle Xie Wuyang had seen before, the patterns this time seemed much simpler, even a little rough.
He originally thought that this was just drawn by Yun Wanzhou, but then he felt something was not right. Someone with Yun Wanzhou's strength did not need to draw such a low-level magic circle.
When the lines were fully revealed, Xie Wuyang looked at Chen Ziyi, who was kneeling in front of Old Zhang Mu, and asked, "Who are you?"
How could an ordinary person who made a living by chopping wood have spiritual powers and draw talismans?
Chen Ziyi didn't expect that what he had done would be discovered so quickly, and he was in a state of fear and shame.
"Didn't I tell you, I'm Chen Ziyi! I didn't draw this magic circle!"
After all, he is just an ordinary person. He can't stand being scared. Before others ask him, he reveals his true identity.
Xie Wuyang stretched out his words meaningfully, "So you know this is a magic circle..."
Chen Ziyi's expression froze and he immediately stopped talking.
"This magic circle is used to seal away evil spirits," Xie Wuyang explained, "but the person who set up the formation wasn't very knowledgeable, and the thing they created isn't very useful. If there really were an evil spirit, it would have already escaped."
Xie Wuyang subconsciously turned his head to look at Chen Ziyi, and happened to see Chen Ziyi's ashen face.
Chen Ziyi's lips trembled, "What will happen if the evil spirit escapes?"
Xie Wuyang pulled the corner of his mouth, with a hint of teasing in his eyes, "Seek revenge on the people who hurt him."
Chen Ziyi struggled to retreat, looking at Xie Wuyang in horror, "No...it wasn't me...I only set up the magic circle..."
Xie Wuyang raised his eyebrows, "Then tell me, why do you want to set up a magic array?"
Chen Ziyi's fear was tinged with confusion, and his face seemed to be torn. "He has harmed so many people, shouldn't I suppress him?"
Xie Wuyang followed Chen Ziyi's suggestion and nodded seriously, "It's time to suppress it."
After receiving the response, Chen Ziyi became even more agitated. He even ignored the fact that he was tied up and crawled forward two steps. "So he deserved it! He deserved to be mauled to death by the monster! If I had known this would happen, I would have added two more layers of seals. How could I let him escape?!"
"Where did you learn the sealing technique?" Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips.
Xie Wuyang pondered this sentence for a long time, and suddenly met Chen Ziyi's eyes, "Are you a cultivator?"
"Yes." Chen Ziyi came closer to Xie Wuyang and sneered, "Why, doesn't it look like it?"
Not like that. Xie Wuyang muttered to himself.
Xie Wuyang really didn't expect that Chen Ziyi was actually a cultivator. He was a cultivator, so...
Xie Wuyang recalled that when they first met, Chen Ziyi blurted out "no spiritual power". He didn't think much about it at the time, but now when he recalled it, he actually had a clue at that time?
Yun Wanzhou seemed to have discovered it earlier than he did. While Xie Wuyang was still searching for clues from his interactions with Chen Ziyi, Yun Wanzhou had already asked Chen Ziyi, "Are you a disciple of Wuxiang Villa?"
Wuxiang Villa?!
Before Xie Wuyang could recover from the sudden news, Chen Ziyi's brows suddenly tensed, and the red rope that bound him broke into pieces. He then blasted out with the spiritual power that had been gathered in his hand, attacking Xie Wuyang directly.
Xie Wuyang dodged the attack by moving sideways. "Chen Ziyi, what are you doing?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Ziyi took out a long sword from his waist and swept it across.
The pressure of the sword was no less than that of the Jindan stage, and was even stronger.
A cold light flashed in Xie Wuyang's eyes, and the spiritual power stored in the spell fluctuated. In an instant, he raised his hand to block.
However, even though his spiritual power was strong, his cultivation level could not be changed. Chen Ziyi's sword suddenly burst out with a powerful force. Just when Xie Wuyang thought he would suffer some minor injuries, a golden light flashed around him, and a layer of warm spiritual power wrapped around Xie Wuyang's whole body, helping him to block the attack easily.
Xie Wuyang glanced sideways and happened to meet Yun Wanzhou's gaze.
The spiritual power condensed on Yun Wanzhou's fingers had not yet dissipated. At this moment, his eyes were fixed on the fight between Xie Wuyang and Chen Ziyi. For some reason, his eyes suddenly became stern, "No harm!"
Xie Wuyang also realized that something was wrong. The moment he turned around, the golden light above his head cracked. For some reason, the sword in Chen Ziyi's hand suddenly emitted bursts of black air, which even overwhelmed the protective aura given to him by Yun Wanzhou.
Xie Wuyang was so shocked that he felt like his breathing stopped.
Although it was faint, Xie Wuyang recognized it immediately. It was...
The breath of nightmare stone.
The moment the golden light shattered, a cold light flashed before Xie Wuyang's eyes, and the swords clashed with each other, making a crisp sound. Yun Wanzhou drew out the Broken Snow Sword, turned the hilt and hit Chen Ziyi's wrist, followed by a palm strike.
Xie Wuyang had seen the cultivation level of the Mahayana period.
The pressure alone can easily make a Jindan-level cultivator fall to the ground.
When Chen Ziyi's body fell to the ground, there was a muffled sound, as if his bones were dislocated. He just turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Xie Wuyang stood up and stepped forward, narrowing his eyes. "Where did you get this sword from?"
Even at this moment, Chen Ziyi didn't show any fear. Instead, he curled the corners of his lips towards Xie Wuyang strangely, "Before asking me, you should take care of your master first."
Xie Wuyang's breathing stagnated and he turned around subconsciously.
Yun Wanzhou was seen standing there with a pale face, his lips had turned bloodless at some point, and he was looking at this side coldly.
Xie Wuyang's gaze moved downwards to Yun Wanzhou's hand holding the Broken Snow Sword.
The hand, which had always been steady, was now trembling slightly, and on the inside of the wrist was a small wound caused by a poisonous insect bite.
"Did you poison me?!" Xie Wuyang stepped on Chen Ziyi's wrist and asked angrily.
"Yes, and it's the poison from the Azure Sea." Chen Ziyi grinned, "I obtained it from the Azure Sea when I was a cultivator. I never thought it would come in handy."
The Blue Sky Sea is where the Emperor's Sky Tree grows five hundred years later. It is full of spiritual energy but full of poisonous insects. Countless cultivators have died here.
Chen Ziyi almost never came back.
"Madman." Xie Wuyang said in a cold tone.
When Xie Wuyang was still the Demon Lord, hundreds of immortal sects in the world of cultivation launched the second uprising, which was also the longest uprising, under the pretext of avenging Wuxiang Villa.
Apart from being stabbed through the heart by a sword, Xie Wuyang's impression of the uprising has become somewhat vague.
Now thinking back, all that was left was the endless winding river of blood at the border between the demon world and the human world.
The fact that Wuxiang Villa could produce such a disciple is a shame for all generations.
Xie Wuyang didn't want to bother with this stinky bug in the world of cultivation anymore, so he drew a talisman on Chen Ziyi and turned to walk towards Yun Wanzhou.
Yun Wanzhou has a high level of cultivation, and ordinary poisonous creatures cannot even enter his body. Chen Ziyi also calculated this, so he specially used the poisonous insects from the Biluo Sea.
Xie Wuyang had just seen the poisonous insect, but it had already been killed by Yun Wanzhou's sword.
It's just this poison...
Xie Wuyang frowned and thought to himself, this is really difficult.
The poisonous insects in the Blue Sea are not afraid of spiritual power, so the poison naturally cannot be forced out by spiritual power.
Do you want him to suck it out with his mouth?
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang's eyes couldn't help but fall on Yun Wanzhou's hand.
Yun Wanzhou was sitting cross-legged beside Old Zhang's grave at this moment, with his brows tightly closed. It was not difficult to see that he was using his spiritual power.
Xie Wuyang couldn't help but remind him, "Master, the poison in the Azure Sea cannot be eliminated by spiritual power."
"I know." Yun Wanzhou said.
But this poison is indeed powerful. If he doesn't suppress it with his spiritual power, the poison will probably penetrate deep into his meridians.
How can we wait until we return to Cangqiong Mountain to find Elder Rong Ling?
Thinking of this, Yun Wanzhou couldn't help but strengthen the flow of spiritual energy in his body. Just as he was barely controlling the spread of the poison, Xie Wuyang suddenly said, "Disciple, let me help you."
The spiritual energy flowing in Yun Wanzhou's body stagnated, and he suddenly opened his eyes, meeting Xie Wuyang's drooping brows.
Xie Wuyang thought about it for a long time and finally made this decision.
Although Yun Wanzhou is a member of the immortal sect, he just saved him. If he abandons him, how is he different from the ungrateful villain he hates?
Moreover, they have not found the Nightmare Stone yet. If Yun Wanzhou is not by his side, he will definitely not return to the Immortal Gate.
But if it was the Demon Realm, with his current spiritual power, and the fact that this body was gradually learning the immortal arts, he would probably be wiped out as soon as he reached the border of the Demon Realm.
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang grabbed Yun Wanzhou's injured hand, his eyes lingered on the slender white wrist for a moment, and he lowered his head and moved closer.
Although he had thought it through before making the decision, when Xie Wuyang's lips touched his, a strange feeling still arose in his heart for no reason.
He was helping Yun Xianzun of the Xianmen, the enemy who had taken his life in his previous life...
drug.
The two of them still had to look for the Nightmare Stone. Yun Wanzhou probably knew the importance of his spiritual power on this trip, so he did not resist.
This poison was indeed powerful. Even though Xie Wuyang tried to block it with his spiritual power, the poison had already taken half its effect in Yun Wanzhou's body, but Xie Wuyang still felt numb all over.
Fortunately, the amount of poison that Xie Wuyang was infected with was small, so there would not be too much risk. He would just feel a little uncomfortable at first, but he would return to normal after the poison wore off.
Xie Wuyang spat out the poisonous blood and used his spiritual power to investigate again, confirming that there was no residual poison in Yun Wanzhou's body. He then tore off a piece of cloth from his body and helped Yun Wanzhou bandage the wound.
"Although the wound caused by the poisonous insect is small, it is very easy to get infected. Master, please be careful."
Yun Wanzhou nodded.
Xie Wuyang tied a knot of cloth around Yun Wanzhou's wrist to ensure that it would not be easily untied when he swung his sword in the future. Only then did he have the leisure to deal with Chen Ziyi's affairs.
Xie Wuyang raised his hand slightly and untied the talisman on Chen Ziyi's body, then gently twisted the red rope that was broken into several pieces on the ground together. The red rope instantly returned to its original shape and was tied around Chen Ziyi again.
Xie Wuyang's brows turned cold, "Have you thought about how to answer? Let me ask you again, where did that sword come from?"
Chen Ziyi remained silent.
"If you tell me the truth, I'll spare your life. Otherwise..." Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes and said threateningly, "I'm afraid you'll have to go and keep Old Zhang company."
"It's from the Lianwu Sect." Chen Ziyi pursed his lips and said, "It was given to me by a cultivator from the Lianwu Sect."
Wax apple gate...
As one of the three major sects in the world of cultivation, I never thought it might be related to the Nightmare Stone?
"Where is the monk now?"
Chen Ziyi sneered and said, "He thought he was a highly skilled cultivator and could get rid of Old Zhang, but the demon possessing Old Zhang sucked his blood dry and he died."
The sword was originally given to Chen Ziyi for temporary custody before leaving, but he never expected that it would never be returned.
And a few months later, this sword actually became a help to Chen Ziyi, whose cultivation was completely wasted.
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