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As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Luoyue shook the hairpin in her hand, stimulating her senses and restoring the hairpin to its original shape of a mirror tree.

In the blink of an eye, the originally thin and slender black and white hairpin that looked very unique grew into a thick, long, black and white mirror tree in the center of the battlefield.

The appearance of this tree was so strange that many monks turned their heads towards the mirror tree while fighting, wanting to know what had happened.

Others didn't think much of it, they just thought it was a tree grown from a spell, or someone's special magical instrument.

Only Ji Qinghong's eyes flickered slightly at the beginning, and he almost thought that Yan Luoyue had brought herself here.

It was not until he spotted the tree's distinctive black and white fruits that he realized the true identity of the giant tree.

Looking at the mirror tree, which was half black and half white, and thinking of the level of resistance Yan Luoyue usually showed, Ji Qinghong already had a vague guess in his mind.

However, those old ancestors of Hongtong Palace did not know Yan Luoyue's background.

Some of them recognized the mutated mirror tree, but they didn't know what use it would be to take out a tree at this time.

Some were even more arrogant and laughed out loud: "Why, just because you invited the Black and White Impermanence Tree, do you think you can avoid death?"

Looking at the other person's ignorant and happy smile, Yan Luoyue was really happy for him.

You know, she hasn't encountered someone as healthy, confident, brave, cheerful and fearless of difficulties as the Laughing Ancestor for a long time.

In their Guiyuan Sect, most sword cultivators would have twitching expressions when they saw Yan Luoyue, revealing a mixture of love and hate:

To love her is to love that she is such a solid fencing stake, to hate her is to hate that she is such a solid fencing stake!

As for the many beloved concubines in the spirit world, that goes without saying.

In the past few years, Yan Luoyue once created a miracle in the spiritual world.

Once, under the auspices of Cen Mingxiao, the spirit world held a monster invasion rehearsal.

Participants: All combat forces of the Thirteen Cities.

Play the role of the monster invader: Yan Luoyue.

Later...well, there was no later.

Everyone worked together and chopped for ten days and ten nights, and in the end even the spiritual bodies were paralyzed from exhaustion.

As for Luoyue, she didn't do anything out of the ordinary. She just ate more than ten delicious meals during these days.

——Oh, these delicacies were specially sent to her by Wu Manshuang because she felt that she worked too hard.

After the simulated battle ended, a group of translucent ghosts floated in the air like sunfish, rolling their eyes and blowing bubbles from their mouths.

Under the sunlight, every sad and angry face constitutes the best material for a horror movie scene.

——They also want to have the snack of roasted meat with juicy sauce!

——Wuwuwu, Yan Luoyue is not suffering at all. They are the ones who are suffering, both physically and mentally!

——While everyone was attacking for days, Yan Luoyue just held the game console and played Tetris there for days!

…

All in all, the speeches of these ancestors instantly brought Yan Luoyue back to the past, and gave him a sense of nostalgia as if he had seen ancient literature.

Yan Luoyue looked at them lovingly and praised: "That's great, you are indeed a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger."

Four ancestors: “???”

Wait, is there something wrong with the tone of your voice or the content of your speech?

As for Ji Qinghong, he had already supported his forehead with his hands, letting his soft white hair slide down from his ears. He shrugged his shoulders and laughed without any scruples.

With a slight movement of his right hand, Yan Luoyue took off a small piece of bark from the black half of the tree and rubbed it into a handful of dust so fine that it was almost undetectable to the naked eye.

She flicked her wrist lightly, and the dust was carried by the wind and flew towards Ji Qinghong.

Although they had not seen each other for more than two years and had not discussed the nature of this magic weapon, there was still a tacit understanding between the master and the disciple.

Especially when the two of them were doing something unethical together, they were like telepaths.

Ji Qinghong didn't even need to look at Yan Luoyue's expression to know that the powder thrown at him was definitely not a good thing.

The demon lord with white hair and red eyes smiled with interest.

He acted decisively without hesitation, even at the cost of destroying the last protective formation under his feet, and escorted the black powder the last distance, allowing it to stick firmly to the bodies of the four ancestors opposite him.

——Yes, this is the use of the mirror tree refined by Yan Luoyue.

She tied the white side of the mirror tree to her own health bar.

As for the black end, no matter whether it is leaves, bark, flowers or fruits, as long as it is touched by the black side of the mirror tree... bah, touched.

In the future, that person will be affected by the mirror tree and indirectly develop a health relationship with Yan Luoyue.

In short, if Yan Luoyue's health bar is deducted by one million, the opponent's health will also be deducted by one million.

Of course, the influence of mirror trees is two-way.

In other words, if the opponent's health bar is deducted by one million, Yan Luoyue's health bar will also be deducted by one million.

Fair enough, right?

There are not many fair and good things like this in the world. You can’t find it even with a lantern!

If it was just black powder freshly taken from the mirror tree, the ancestors themselves would not care.

But since this powder has changed hands once in Ji Qinghong's hands, it is inevitable that people will be wary.

When the black powder just touched their bodies, the expressions of several ancestors were quite fearful.

While everyone was looking inward, they also exchanged glances with each other, checking to see if there were any problems.

But after two or three breaths, they confirmed that the powder had no other effects, and smiles of contempt appeared in the corners of their eyes and brows.

One of them sneered, "Ji Qinghong, your hair has turned so white, you seem to be getting old and confused."

Another person added: "On the battlefield, it is not allowed for a little girl to play like she is playing house. Tsk tsk, you really dote on this female disciple."

The third person said: "——If that's the case, then I will pluck off your disciple's head and give it to you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the third ancestor appeared beside Yan Luoyue.

Because his speed was so fast, the afterimage left by him had not yet disappeared, as if two ancestors appeared on the battlefield at the same time.

The old ancestor stretched out his hand and from his sleeve came out a golden Sun Sword, which was obviously no ordinary object.

The precious sword was swung lightly, and the wind from the sword drew a ripple in the air.

This attack was extremely brutal, and it was obvious that he wanted to chop Yan Luoyue into two pieces from head to toe!

Someone noticed this scene and shouted, "How shameless of you, a great ancestor, to bully a little disciple!"

At this time, the fourth ancestor snorted slowly and said shamelessly:

"You are Ji Qinghong's disciple after all. If you are so weak that you can't even resist Brother Wan's sword, then you are really shameless."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a tearing pain from head to toe along the axis.

This feeling... this feeling...

This fucking feeling is as if someone has chopped me in half with a sword!

"!!!"

This man was confused and uncertain, but he was a veteran after all. When he realized something was wrong, he immediately looked in the direction of Yan Luoyue.

Then he saw that Yan Luoyue was standing there upright.

This girl wasn't even cut in half, not even a red mark remained on her forehead.

“…”

Feeling his gaze, the girl encouraged him in person: "You are right. Whoever cannot withstand the sword of this Elder Wan is shameless - hey, it seems that there is a cut on your forehead. What is that? Why don't you wipe the blood first, otherwise what will happen to your face?"

The fourth ancestor: "..."

No wonder Ji Qinghong accepted this little girl as his apprentice.

They are indeed a good master and disciple from the same lineage. They cannot write two "I'll make you mad" with one stroke.

Ancestor Wan, who swung the sword, of course also felt the sudden sharp pain in his body.

Unlike the other three, he was more familiar with his own sword style, so he was very sure of the source of the injury he had just suffered.

With a sneer, Elder Wan sneered, "No wonder a little girl who is still wet behind the ears dares to be so arrogant."

Being able to deflect his attack intact, he must be wearing a protective vestment.

Thinking of this, the ancestor of the Wan family did not hesitate at all.

He swung his sword horizontally on the spot, changed from a chop to a sweep, and chopped down at Yan Luoyue's exposed neck, which was obviously not protected at all!

This sword strike was too crisp, too clean, and too decisive.

The sword's will surged like a tsunami, and the sword's wind was as freehand as the tide. As for the surging murderous aura, it was like thunder in a storm, or the shadow of black clouds covering the sea. If it leaked even a little, it would make a person unable to move.

Whether in terms of timing, attack, or beauty, this sword is impeccable.

Even if Jiang Tingbai were here, from a purely appreciative perspective, he would have to applaud this sword.

Facts have proved that this is indeed an excellent sword.

When the ancestor of the Wan family swung his sword, the first ancestor who had just spoken on the opposite side had his head blown off in an instant!

“…”

Even when the man was dying, he was still in disbelief.

The blood in his mouth spurted out four or five feet high in an instant, and the man's head fell to the ground and rolled away.

Generally speaking, once ancestors like them realize something is wrong, they can abandon their bodies and let their souls leave the body before making plans.

But this person died completely unprepared: who could have thought that he was not killed by his opponent, but by his teammate!

Even though he was dead, his eyes were still wide open, as if he was cursing - how the hell could such a thing happen in the world! Do you still have any sense? !

Yan Luoyue definitely speaks for reason.

So she clapped her hands like a little seal on the spot, and like an emotionless APP customer service, she praised loudly:

"You are awesome. You cut off 999,999,000 HP in one stroke! That's 99% success! Come on, just one more 1% and you'll succeed!"

—Oh, of course, success is impossible.

As we all know, after 1%, there will be 0.1%, 0.01%, 0.001%...

In short, don't ask. If you ask, it's just one sentence that attracted more than 60,000 people to come and attack me. It's the same old routine of Xixi.

Elder Wan looked back and found that his friend, who was also an elder, had died. He instantly became insane.

"you……!"

Yan Luoyue looked innocent: "What's wrong with me?"

She didn't do anything and just took the beating obediently.

Just look at Yan Luoyue's health bar as evidence: her health value, which was as high as 10 to the 13th power, has dropped a lot!

The third ancestor reacted the fastest and instantly thought of the handful of powder that Yan Luoyue had thrown out before.

He asked fiercely, "What kind of magic is this?"

Generally speaking, the techniques that a cultivator can use are limited to his own level of cultivation.

For example, the energy of a self-destruction is certainly enormous.

However, even if a Jindan cultivator stood in the palm of a Mahayana ancestor and self-destructed, at most the palm of the Mahayana ancestor would be left with only a scratch.

Although the little girl in front of me is still in the Yuanying stage, she is not far away from the Jindan stage.

What kind of magic did she use to transfer all the damage she suffered to the four of them?

And why was the positioning so accurate that no one else was affected except the four of them?

Yan Luoyue was a little embarrassed: "It's not really any magic."

As soon as she opened her mouth, the three people opposite her looked at her intently.

Seeing that the other party cared so much about this matter, Yan Luoyue felt even more sympathetic.

"Hey, you guys haven't played the game consoles produced by our Guiyuan Sect, right?"

Once they gave money to Gui Yuan Zong's game hall - oh, the game hall that has now replaced their Silver Light Arena - and played a few games, it would be easy to figure out what was going on.

This is the hate lock mechanism in a nutshell.

While Yan Luoyue was speaking, the old man surnamed Wan had already drawn his sword and chopped her for the third time in despair.

However, his strength is far greater than his moves.

This third sword energy no longer had the force to take someone's life.

However, with the foundation of the first two all-out attacks, when the third sword fell, one of the ancestors could no longer resist, his internal organs were injured, and blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth.

The third ancestor immediately understood the situation: "Old Wan, stop chopping, come back first!"

The second ancestor also chimed in: "Yes, once we attack her, we will also be attacked..."

If this is the case, then thinking about it the other way around, perhaps the same thing is true.

The third ancestor suddenly had an idea: "If that's the case, then if we are the ones being attacked..."

The one who was attacked was naturally the little girl!

Thinking of this, the third ancestor suddenly understood.

Moreover, with the idea that it is better to have a fellow Taoist die than to have his Dao be ruined, especially if the one who died was a fellow Taoist with whom he did not have a good relationship, he did not hesitate and slapped out with one palm, hitting the first ancestor directly!

Everyone who saw this scene on the battlefield: "..."

Wait, the progress is jumping too fast.

They haven't figured out what happened yet, how come you in Hongtong Palace are suddenly in turmoil?

After being hit unexpectedly, the first ancestor's mouth bled faster.

He was obviously a little angry: "Elder Pan——!"

The old man surnamed Pan said solemnly, "I'm sorry, Brother Geng, I have a reason for this."

The force of this palm strike is enough to kill an ordinary Yuan infant instantly——

Um?!!!

Why within his consciousness, the little girl was still standing there alive and kicking, even shaking her finger at him regretfully?

"I'm so sorry, you are no longer a new user." Yan Luoyue reprimanded seriously.

"So your palm strike only cut off 0.0001%. Please recommend Elder Geng next to you to other friends, so that they can help you cut him down!"

The three ancestors of Hongtong Palace: "..."

Everyone else on the battlefield: "..."

In other words, how did you come up with such a wicked idea, and how could you say it out loud?

It can be said that in their thousands of years of life, several ancestors of Hongtong Palace felt for the first time as if they had seen a ghost.

They didn't want to be entangled with Yan Luoyue anymore.

Anyway, if the student doesn't teach, it's the teacher's fault. The three wisely turned their guns around and faced Ji Qinghong again.

Compared to the smiling Yan Luoyue, even Ji Qinghong with his white hair and red eyes looks so kind.

In short, after the fight just now, everyone agreed that: the disciple is better than the master, which is indeed true.

Ji Qinghong's apprentice is much more annoying than him!

But just because they "let go" Yan Luoyue, it doesn't mean Yan Luoyue will let them go.

Seeing these three ancestors coming in like the wind, with an look of "not wanting to bother with a little girl like you", Yan Luoyue smiled and stretched out her hand to the person beside her.

"Manshuang." She called softly.

The next second, Wu Manshuang held Yan Luoyue's hand and interlaced her fingers into Yan Luoyue's.

His movements were so natural and smooth, even smoother than a person interlacing his fingers.

After all, they had done this countless times in the decade before that.

The other person's limbs are so familiar to me that they feel like the other half of my own body.

The moment their fingers were intertwined, Yan Luoyue's health bar dropped a little.

Several elders on the opposite side noticed this sudden weakness and tried every means to remove the powder that had been on their bodies.

But after being touched by the powder, the connection between them and Yan Luoyue was established.

Even if you try to remedy the situation afterward by applying powder, it will be useless.

Yan Luoyue raised the corners of her mouth and was about to say a few more witty remarks.

Suddenly, Wu Manshuang said, "Luoyue, shall we speed up a bit?"

"Hmm?" How to speed up?

The next second, Wu Manshuang gently pulled her into his arms.

Wu Manshuang bent down slightly and then pressed her forehead against hers.

The warm breath is much softer than the spring breeze.

The temperature of our skin in contact is even more mysterious than the autumn rain.

Wu Manshuang's eyes were like melted glue, or like the other end of a magnetic pole, attracting all of Yan Luoyue's attention.

She saw the white frost patterns blooming in the other person's eyes, which were as black as obsidian.

And above the patterns, my reflection is slowly blooming.

At this moment, Yan Luoyue's blood bar began to tremble violently along with her heartbeat.

Obviously they didn't do anything, just hugged each other like usual, but an indescribable sweetness arose on the tip of Luoyue's tongue.

Yan Luoyue thought secretly: Really, there is no hope...

"That's enough, that's enough—they're gone."

Ji Qinghong came over from not far away, gnashing his teeth slightly, and picked up the young couple who were just beginning to fall in love, one by one.

"As for you two..."

Ji Qinghong glanced at the two of them in turn, the look in his eyes was indescribable.

To be honest, after knowing each other for so long, this was the first time Yan Luoyue saw Ji Qinghong showing such a toothache expression.

This scene was so bizarre that Yan Luoyue even felt a little annoyed.

If I could make a Polaroid camera, I would be able to take a picture of Ji Qinghong at this moment.

Tsk, it would be great if I could make a large poster of his current expression and hang it in Suzhen Hall.

Ji Qinghong didn't know that Yan Luoyue still had such a rebellious thought in her mind, otherwise Tutu's hair would have been so angry that it would have fallen off again.

After looking at the two of them for a while with a toothache expression, Ji Qinghong finally sneered:

"You two...ha, I knew it a long time ago."

He is an experienced man and has his eyes open.

If he could be like these two little bastards, he would have insisted on division of labor and cooperation in the past, constantly making him angry, angry, and angry... He meant that he could accomplish many difficult things.

How can such tacit understanding be achieved without a sense of telepathy?

Perhaps even Ji Qinghong himself did not realize that when he was teasing this childhood sweetheart, a very faint trace of melancholy was revealed in the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.

Yan Luoyue looked at the other person and suddenly remembered the painting of her master in Suyi Hall.

In fact, Yan Luoyue has never been very sensitive to this thing.

But during this period of time, she seemed to have her Ren and Du meridians opened up.

If you understand one thing, you will understand all things. Somehow, Yan Luoyue understood Ji Qinghong's feelings all at once.

If Wu Manshuang was harmed, she would probably...

Yan Luoyue's eyes wavered for a few times, and finally she raised her head: "Master, you and my great master were childhood sweethearts..."

“…”

After listening to this, Ji Qinghong raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Yan Luoyue with an expression that said "You seem to be talking nonsense" and "We were no worse than you two little bastards"

Yan Luoyue: “…”

After thinking for a while with his head down, Yan Luoyue swallowed the second half of the sentence and did not continue.

In fact, she just suddenly recalled that there seemed to be a player named Yun Suzhen in "One World".

When Yan Luoyue was creating her character and adapting to human life in the game, she also asked the other party for advice on a weapon refining technique.

Hmm... now that I think about it, some of the little techniques in that method are similar to Ji Qinghong's instrument-making style.

After a little consideration, Yan Luoyue did not say this for the time being.

First of all, Ji Qinghong has already practiced the ruthless way.

Secondly, I don’t know what has become of “One World” in the past decade or so.

Before there was confirmed news, Yan Luoyue didn't want to give people more hope.

When Yan Luoyue was thinking about this matter seriously, Ji Qinghong, who had just drifted far away, suddenly came over again.

Although Master is a rabbit, his behavior is very dog-like at times.

For example, now, he obviously intends to use the fighting power of Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang to draw water.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Wu Manshuang: “…”

Under normal circumstances, Yan Luoyue would definitely take the opportunity to remove a few strands of the other person's hair to add more colorful fun to their life.

But I was just thinking about my master in my heart, so this time... let it go.

After coughing lightly, Yan Luoyue took the opportunity to ask, "Master, is it possible for your ruthless path to change to another direction?"

From the tone of her voice, it seemed that changing one's major was as easy as changing one's major in college.

Wu Manshuang glanced sideways at Yan Luoyue, and then a hint of understanding flashed in her eyes.

Hearing this question, Ji Qinghong shook his head and smiled, not knowing what Yan Luoyue was thinking.

Even so, he still answered: "You have seen many fires from my forge, don't you think there is something wrong?"

Yan Luoyue: “Hmm?”

Aren’t you talking about the ruthless way? Why are you talking about Fire again?

But it is true that Ji Qinghong's fire gave Yan Luoyue a very special feeling.

Logically speaking, the fire of the crow's cry is the ancestor of all fires, so the strange fires in the world should all contain a hint of the crow's cry.

But Yan Luoyue never felt anything like this on Ji Qinghong's fire.

Moreover, when Yan Luoyue cracked the map and obtained the fire of the Crow's Cry - Gu Hongying, Ji Qinghong watched the show from the side but did not show any greed.

His explanation was that his own spark was different.

“…That’s my passion.”

When Ji Qinghong mentioned this incident, his tone was as calm as if he was saying "I started the fire from the stove in the cafeteria", without even any extra expression.

"It's my emotions that keep that fire burning."

In short, after the team was destroyed and Yun Suzhen died, Ji Qinghong peeled off his overly intense and passionate emotions and used special methods to refine them into this flame.

Since then, this ball of fire has been dancing in Ji Qinghong's dantian.

It has been burning for three thousand years without showing any sign of weakening or being extinguished.

"so it is."

Yan Luoyue clenched his right fist and tapped the palm of his left hand gently: "I understand, which means - when you switched to the ruthless way, you took advantage of the situation, right?"

Ji Qinghong: “…”

Very good, as expected of his disciple, she really knows how to grasp the key points.

He looked at Yan Luoyue deeply. At the same time, Ji Qinghong imagined seven or eight scenes of frantically sawing wood in his mind.

Yan Luoyue asked, "Then if one day you don't want to practice the ruthless way anymore, you can take the fire back into your body, right?"

“…”

From Yan Luoyue's repeated questioning, Ji Qinghong sensed something unusual.

He kept Yan Luoyue's attitude in his heart, thinking about it over and over again for a while, and felt that the flame was so hot that it was overwhelming.

As for Ji Qinghong's face, he remained expressionless and even smiled lazily.

"It's a little difficult, but it's possible - if I'm bored one day, I'll try your suggestion."

Hearing this answer, Yan Luoyue immediately smiled.

"Okay, I'm fine. Master, you can continue to fight here. Manshuang and I will go visit the famous tourist attraction in the south, Hongtong Palace!"

Ji Qinghong: “???”

"What's so good about visiting Hongtong Palace?" Ji Qinghong curled his lips.

"Oh, isn't it rare that we don't have to buy a ticket?"

As she said this, Yan Luoyue pulled Wu Manshuang and ran away from Ji Qinghong's sight very happily.

As soon as they left, the attacks from all around turned to Ji Qinghong, who had been drawing the line at the water.

In the past, Ji Qinghong would definitely not let his two disciples leave like this.

But today, not only was he neither afraid nor afraid, he was also staring at Yan Luoyue's back thoughtfully.

After a long time, Ji Qinghong suddenly smiled.

He had laughed at many funny things: teasing was funny, pranks were funny, fighting was funny, stupidity was funny...

Everything in the world has a value that can make people laugh.

But at this moment, Ji Qinghong was laughing for himself.

…

Wu Manshuang and Yan Luoyue walked around Hongtong Palace.

The addition of these two people quickly changed the current battlefield situation.

This change was quickly noticed by the people in Hongtong Palace, and then reported to the Lord of Hongtong Palace who has not yet appeared.

“——What?!”

A shout of dissatisfaction came from the throne, echoing in the empty hall.

The palace maid who came to report the news knelt on the ground trembling, not even daring to raise her head.

He reported tremblingly: "It was mainly a young man and woman who slaughtered the battlefield..."

The Palace Master of Hongtong shouted, "How dare Shu Zian do this!"

After calming down a little, he took a deep breath and asked suspiciously, "Two people can wash the battlefield with blood. When did I, Hongtong Palace, become so incompetent?"

The subordinate closed his eyes in pain: "Because the two of them... no, she alone, mainly washed the battlefield with her own blood."

Palace Master Hongtong: “???”

This subordinate is usually very considerate, but why does he sound so inhumane now?

"What do you mean?"

My subordinate's body was shaking like a sieve, and I had to force myself to finish my words under the pressure from the Palace Master.

"My Lord, we don't quite understand the principle... but it is said that she slapped herself, and then all our people died."

Palace Master Hongtong: “…”

This detailed explanation by my subordinate not only failed to explain it clearly, but also made people more confused.

Upon hearing this answer, Palace Master Hongtong looked at her subordinate with great suspicion.

He felt that although he had shown mercy and did not activate the spell to turn this subordinate into a walking corpse, the subordinate's brain seemed to have been almost completely corroded by the blood wine.

The Palace Master of Hongtong frowned and said, "What are the identities of those two people? Please tell me in detail."

The subordinate said: "They are a boy and a girl, they look like teenagers, and their cultivation is only at the Yuanying level..."

He was interrupted by the Palace Master Hongtong just when he was halfway through his words.

At this moment, the expression on the middle-aged man's face would make his enemies shudder.

The Palace Master Hongtong laughed in anger: "Only Yuan Ying?!"

When will the Yuanying monk be able to influence the outcome of a war where the entire world is a chessboard?

If Yuanying could be so powerful, it would be better for everyone to practice Yuanying instead of Huashen or Mahayana.

The air pressure in the hall was so low that it made people tremble with fear.

The subordinate had already crouched on the ground in a puddle of mud: "Yes, it's only Yuanying, Palace Master. The girl is controlling a huge tree..."

He was about to continue describing the black and white appearance of the giant tree when the Lord of Hongtong Palace on the throne suddenly stood up.

Fortunately, this subordinate was lying on the ground.

Therefore, he did not notice that the palace mistress's face turned pale for a moment.

The next moment, the dark, overwhelming atmosphere in the palace suddenly disappeared, and the Palace Master Hongtong waved his hand hastily at his subordinates: "I already know their origins, you can leave."

The subordinate climbed out of the hall and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the palace master did not think he was useless and urged him to use the blood wine.

Fortunately, the palace master knew the origins of the man and woman. If so, there must be a way to deal with them, right?

If this subordinate could see the expression on Palace Master Hongtong's face at this moment, he would not be so confident.

Inside the main hall, Palace Master Hongtong looked as if she had seen a ghost.

If his name was Huang He and the business he ran was Jiangnan Leather Factory, then this was probably the time when he was preparing to pack up his sister-in-law and run away.

——As soon as he heard the description of the "giant tree", he knew the identities of the man and woman.

Now, the Lord of Hongtong Palace just wanted to scream to the sky: Wasn’t it said that the original body of the Falling Moon Tree was in the Demon Realm? When was it transplanted to the human world?

If you don't run now, when will you run?

Does he really want to take action against the incarnations of the two divine creatures?

That's what it means to think your life is too long.

…

Yan Luoyue didn't know yet that someone had mistaken the mirror tree for her original form, the Luoyue Tree.

After sweeping the battlefield and ensuring that her side had an absolute advantage, she and Wu Manshuang sneaked into Hongtong Palace.

Logically speaking, this should be a magnificent and splendid place. Everywhere you look, you can see carved beams and painted buildings, rich and magnificent.

As a former top sect, Hongtong Palace once exhausted the power of the entire southern cultivation world to support their palace.

The entire building complex is extremely majestic. Even the gaps between the stone slabs are filled with gold wire materials worth hundreds of spirit stones.

But at this moment, the palace was almost empty.

Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang walked in it without even having to bother hiding their tracks.

Looking at the beautiful flowers and trees around now, one can only sense a hint of sadness.

Yan Luoyue sighed: "It is true that those who lose their principles have few supporters..."

The purpose of sneaking into Hongtong Palace was, of course, to retrieve the Wuti Fire.

Logically speaking, such a precious thing should be kept in some unknown secret room.

However, when Yan Luoyue released his spiritual awareness, he happened to hear two disciples whispering a few hundred steps away, and the word "crow's cry" was mentioned from time to time in their conversation.

He squeezed Wu Manshuang's hand, and the two of them moved towards that direction in tacit understanding.

The two Hongtong Palace disciples were completely unaware of the presence of Yan Luoyue and Wu Manyhuang. They were talking in a low voice, their tone uneasy.

After hearing a few sentences, Yan Luoyue understood: It turned out that these two people were the disciples who were responsible for taking care of the Crow's Cry Fire.

One of them said: "The crow's cry is still irritable today, and its temper is even worse than before."

Another person asked, "Should we... report this to the adults?"

The first person smiled bitterly and said, "Go ahead. Who can report to us now?"

“…”

As soon as these words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze, and the two of them fell into a long silence.

After a while, the man in front murmured, "When I just left Weiyang Palace, I ran into the Palace Master who came to watch the Wuwei Fire. She ordered me to leave, and I didn't dare to stay for long. You tell me, will the Palace Master..."

"Hush! Don't say that!"

The two servants looked at each other, their breathing trembling for a moment because of fear.

After a while, one of them said in a crying voice:

"If we won't be discovered by the Palace Master... I want to surrender..."

After a long while, the other person managed to utter a few words through his teeth.

"I want to surrender, too."

The two men walked away gradually, and Yan Luoyue's gaze turned towards the direction they came from.

From this conversation, we can tell that Hongtong Palace is no longer popular.

Even the inner palace disciples would be scattered like birds and beasts if they were not controlled by the blood wine.

Now recalling the arrogance of Hongtong Palace at the Qianlian Conference, Yan Luoyue felt as if it were a lifetime ago.

I watched him build a tall building, I watched him entertain guests, and then I watched his building collapse.

After savoring the conversation between the two waiters, Yan Luoyue asked curiously:

"Wu Ti does have a rather irritable personality... but it should be just a small flame now."

According to rumors, the split fire was carefully controlled by Hongtong Palace, and was used as a consumable to absorb its essence.

In this case, the little flame was still judged as "violent".

Could it be that the Crow's Cry Fire has a higher degree of freedom than they imagined, and can even chase after others and burn their hair?

With this doubt in mind, Yan Luoyue came to Weiyang Palace.

A secret underground room that is never seen by the sun was built in the palace.

She and Wu Manshuang walked down the ninety-nine jade-plated and golden steps, and they caught a glimpse of the crow-crying fire, the light of which was as faint as the fine grass of early spring.

The light of the Crow's Cry Fire has become very weak.

If Honghong in the Silver Light Arena was pretending to be dead, then the one in front of him looked like he was almost really dead.

It looks as weak as faded grass after years of exposure to the sun, and just looking at it makes people feel heartbroken.

But Yan Luoyue immediately understood why the two palace maids said it was irritable.

Because of this little pale blue flame...he is really irritable.

All I heard was him firing his mouth non-stop at the man in front of him, like a machine gun.

——Hey, this crow-crying fire can actually speak?

Yan Luoyue estimated that it might be the beak that was removed from the bird form of the Crow's Cry Fire.

I only heard the light blue voice of the fireman: "It's really funny. You didn't even think about dismantling this thing when you locked up your father, but now you're in a hurry to let your father out, and you're dismantling it here with your head down. Haha, it's too late. Go hang yourself, hit your head against the wall, or go play with your balls! You little bastard, as soon as you walked in today, I saw that you had a bastard look on your face, with filthy cigarettes on your head, ashes dripping from your feet, and the smell of toilets all over your body..."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Wu Manshuang: “…”

Yan Luoyue was shocked and asked, "Wu Ti...what did he go through?"

By the way, could it be that this branch of the Crow's Cry Fire has been cursing Hongtong Palace here non-stop for three thousand years?

Judging from the look in Wu Manshuang's eyes, he was also a little shocked and numb.

With a light cough, Wu Manshuang emerged from the shadows.

He taught Wu Ti Zhi Huo earnestly: "No, you are still a little flame, you can't swear."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Cyan fire: "!!!"

The Lord of Hongtong Palace, who was desperately trying to dismantle the ban: "!!!"

Where did this person come from?

Day, a man and a woman, both of them look like teenagers, and they are so familiar with Crow's Crying Fire, they should be——

Before she could finish her thought, Wu Manshuang continued to speak fluently:

"You can scold anyone else, but how can you scold a little turtle?"

This must be unbearable for him!

Yan Luoyue: “…”

After a light cough, Yan Luoyue also chimed in: "Yeah, how can you call a little turtle a bastard?"

In other words, the one who was cursing was Wu Ti Zhi Huo, otherwise, her little turtle would not be able to bear to hear such words.

The flame, which was originally as thin as a willow leaf, suddenly began to tremble violently after confirming the existence of the two of them.

It’s like a traveler who has been wandering between heaven and earth for a long time and finally returns to his long-lost hometown.

The crow's cry fire suddenly pounced on the transparent cover that trapped it.

Although there was some complaint in his voice, it sounded full of that unique crying tone of trust that comes after seeing a loved one.

"——Saplings, big rocks!"

"You... why did you come just now?!"