Chapter 100: The Scum Dad is about to die, the real demon and the cause of Wang Ji’s death…

I don’t know what Situ You said to them later, but Bei Ming Yun Gong actually took the initiative to stay overnight at Xuan Yun Tian’s place, and even said that they would cooperate with Xuan Yun Tian to search for the infiltrated demon.

The monks are extremely jealous of evil and cannot stand the existence of demons and monsters.

When Xuan Yuntian's disciples heard that a demon had infiltrated the sect, they all responded and started looking for it together.

As for Xie Tingyu, a ghost who was classified as a demon, he was squatting on the beam.

Her eyes scanned every passerby, and her pupils flashed with purple-gold light.

The golden light fragments spread out, and the greater the spread, the slower the speed.

Since she helps the monks in this way, does that mean she is an accomplice in the eyes of the demons?

No matter what, they probably can't escape this crime.

Xie Tingyu had a very clear understanding of himself. Now that he had disguised himself, he would just honestly become a monk with some special skills. This was better than exposing his ghost identity and being exterminated by the crowd.

She suddenly heard footsteps, and someone stopped below her. Xie Tingyu lowered her eyes. The person in the light blue gown looked up at her. Her hair was tied into a high ponytail with a jade crown. She had a smile on her face, and her eyes were full of tenderness. She stared at Xie Tingyu so hard that her scalp tingled.

If it’s not Wen Zhiyu, then who else could it be?

Xie Tingyu took a quick look and then looked away. Wen Zhiyu flew up and landed steadily beside her. He did not speak to disturb her, but deliberately reduced his presence.

Like a transparent person.

Xie Tingyu was above the library. She had deliberately chosen this place so that she could overlook most of Xuanyuntian's scenery and also see many disciples passing by.

It is an excellent observation spot.

Situ You said that her ghost spells could give her some special intuition, but Xie Tingyu herself knew that this was impossible.

This is not a ghost spell that makes sense.

It is the mutual attraction and resonance between the same kind.

When the fiery clouds filled the sky, the rosy glow reflected on Xie Ting's jade-like face.

Wen Zhi and Wei Leng suddenly spoke.

"The demon has not been found yet. The people from Beiming Cloud Palace will set off tomorrow. Junior sister, please pay attention to the time." Wen Zhiyu's voice was so soft that it seemed to be blown away by the wind.

Seeing that Xie Tingyu was puzzled for a moment, he continued, "I have to go look for Qiu Huan tonight, so I can't accompany you to patrol the shore of Xuandu Sea. You must be careful. If you encounter any problems, come to me or Master."

Xie Tingyu knew what he was hinting at openly and secretly.

A pair of cold peach blossom eyes looked back at him. Wen Zhiyu did not feel guilty. Instead, he put his hands behind his back, sat on the tiles, raised his head, and felt the wind mixed with a little salty smell of sea water blowing across his face. He looked directly at Xie Tingyu without any retreat in his eyes.

"knew."

The two of them suddenly fell silent. Xie Tingyu didn't continue observing, and didn't even bother to pretend.

In her opinion, the most dangerous monster in Xuanyuntian is Wen Zhi and the most dangerous ghost is her, Xie Tingyu. No matter how hard she tries to find them, she cannot expose herself.

She lay straight down, with her hands folded flat on her belly, sleeping "peacefully".

Wen Zhiyu lowered his eyes and saw her lying beside him, laughing softly.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" Wen Zhiyu asked with a smile.

Hearing this, Xie Tingyu put her hands on the back of her head, resting her head on her hands. She adjusted herself into a comfortable posture and suddenly smiled.

"If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it long ago. Besides, you had plenty of opportunities before. You could even choose not to save me."

When Xie Ting Yumian was in danger countless times, he did not add insult to injury. On the contrary, he took action many times just to save her.

At first, Xie Tingyu just thought that Wen Zhiyu was wary of the same heart curse and didn't want to be dragged down by her.

But now, the effect of the Heart-to-Heart Spell has been destroyed a lot, even the sharing of pain is impossible, and it is no longer possible to reach the level of living and dying together.

Therefore, even if she died, it would not cause much harm to Wen Zhiyu.

So, what is Wen Zhiyu thinking?

A thought came to Xie Tingyu's mind. For some reason, she didn't dare to look at him. She could only feel the warmth and increasingly hot gaze, which seemed to stare through her.

After that night, no one brought it up, as if they had all forgotten the incident and the absurdity of that night. It was almost like that night, when Xie Tingyu fled in panic.

I didn't meet Wen Zhi's eyes that were full of emotions.

Xie Tingyu's back looked a little flustered. Wen Zhiyu sat up and put his hands on his bent knees.

With his other hand, he lightly hooked his fingers, and the Frost Mist Sword flew out of his hand.

That is the direction of Jianshan.

Wen Zhi and An Ran sat on the rooftop of the library. His smile turned completely cold. His eyes suddenly showed golden pupils. "Do you think you're safe hiding in Jianshan?"

Xie Tingyu waited in her cave until night fell. She sat on the warm jade bed. The finest Beiming warm jade glowed white. Strands of white light lingered around Xie Tingyu's body, and her whole body radiated dazzling white light.

In her hand she held a long sword that shone with flowing ink, and a golden python was coiled on the handle.

The eyes are inlaid with rubies, which makes it look fierce and lifelike.

Xie Tingyu's fingers moved over the python pattern, and the golden python's eyes suddenly blinked, with murderous intent bursting out.

Towards Xie Tingyu's departure.

Xie Tingyu's head tilted back suddenly, and the murderous aura almost passed by her eyes.

Blowing hair in front of forehead makes it dance.

The next moment, the Xuanyuan Sword trembled and quickly restrained its violent aura.

Xie Tingyu knocked on the hilt of the knife, stood up from the warm jade bed, and said in an extremely cold voice, "Let's go, I'll sharpen the blade for you today."

She did not rashly go out with the Xuanyuan Sword, but stayed in the spiritual sea, using her spiritual power to cover up the evil spirit on the Xuanyuan Sword.

That kind of hostility came from the depths of the Nine Abyss and was almost impossible to conceal, but with the hostility of Tianxing Chixiao, they were able to resist each other.

Form a delicate balance.

She flew openly over Xuanyuntian with her sword, under the pretext of conducting a night patrol. When no one could see her, Xie Tingyu made a little man that was stained with an extremely obvious demonic aura.

The little man turned into a streak of light and flew away, quickly disappearing into the twilight.

She continued with her movements, looking around as she moved around.

There was a faint demonic aura within Xuan Yuntian. Perhaps Xuan Yuntian's action this time had frightened them a little.

But these monsters were able to hide in Xuanyuntian for such a long time without being discovered, they must have their own extraordinary hidden skills.

Xie Tingyu sat on the enlarged Tianxing Chixiao sword, with his feet hanging in the air, letting Tianxing Chixiao float aimlessly.

The movement is erratic and slow.

Suddenly, Tianxing Chixiao rushed out, leaving a shadow behind.

Xie Tingyu was wearing a black robe, with a tight waist and sharp eyes. He walked through the night and passed by the martial arts field quickly, causing a burst of cheers from the disciples.

Most of the disciples here are ordinary outer disciples who aspire to become inner disciples.

Seeing Tianxing Chixiao's divine sword, he could hardly hide his excitement.

The martial arts training ground was in the north of Xuanyuntian. Many disciples saw her. She was in a hurry and no one knew what she had discovered.

The disciples looked at each other in bewilderment, only seeing the remaining sword energy lingering in the air.

Since the team from Beiming Yun Palace took the initiative to stay and help Xuan Yuntian find the monsters in the sect, Xuan Yuntian specially arranged accommodation for the people from Beiming Yun Palace, with each person having an independent courtyard.

Qiu Huanben was meditating in the room. He suddenly opened his eyes.

There was a slight noise outside the door. He opened the door, but didn't see anything. When he was about to look carefully, a flash of light passed in front of his eyes and dazzled his eyes.

The thing did not attack, but just floated quietly in front of him. Qiu Huan was slightly hesitant and raised his hand to take it.

When the light reached my hand, it turned into a paper figure the size of a thumb.

When he felt the breath from above, Qiu Huan slammed the door shut. He stood inside the room, opened the paper man and checked the words on it.

I can't tell whose handwriting it is.

But, it was written with magic patterns.

Qiu Huan grabbed the note tightly and thought for a moment. The note turned into powder in his palm and was burned by the fire.

Qiu Huan left a talisman in the room, picked up his natal sword, turned around and was about to leave.

As soon as it was opened, a tall figure stood in front of the door.

There was a chill on the other person, and the temperature in Xuanyuntian was neither warm nor hot at this time of year, so the chill seemed particularly strange.

The other party spoke first, his voice was gentle and clear, and he asked with doubt: "It's getting dark, where are you going, Elder Qiu Huan?"

Qiu Huan glanced over and saw the man in front of him with his back to the light. The moonlight fell on him, revealing a very bright outline.

Half of his face was in shadow, and his expression was hard to see.

"I'm not making any progress in my practice, and I'm feeling depressed. I'm just going to go out for a walk."

"The demons are rampant in Xuanyun Heaven right now, so Elder Qiu Huan should be careful."

There was no emotion in the other party's voice, and he could not tell his purpose. Qiu Huan frowned and his expression became cold. "As long as those people in Xuanyuntian don't make a move, with my cultivation level, no one can touch me."

Hearing this, the man standing in front of Qiu Huan seemed to understand, and nodded, "If that's the case, then I won't bother you anymore, Elder. I'll go ahead."

Until the other party turned around and walked out of the yard, Qiu Huan looked at his back, sneered, and thought to himself: "Yun Heng, Yun Heng, what's the point of sending your disciples to test me? In the end, you can't stop it..."

Qiu Huan shuttled through the Xuanyun Sky as if no one was around, as if he was in a deserted place.

Of course, passers-by didn't want to pay attention to him.

After all, their Beiming Yun Palace has never had a good reputation in Xuanyuntian.

The Xuan Du Sea surrounds Xuan Yuntian. The boundless inky black sea water is corrosive. No living creature dares to approach it, and other races with average cultivation do not dare to challenge the Xuan Du Sea.

If you are not careful, you will die without a burial place.

Why choose here?

Qiu Huan frowned, his eyes reflected the surging waves of the Xuan Du Sea. The sea water was rising now, and the further he went in, the more his legs were submerged.

The cave was flooded and the water reached up to his knees.

He recalled the information on the note and it was indeed this place.

He waited a little longer, and just when he was getting impatient and was about to go back, he suddenly turned back.

A shadow wrapped in black air was hiding deep in the cave, leaning against a stone, watching him silently for an unknown period of time.

"Are you from the Demon Realm?" Qiu Huan was the first to break the silence, with the sound of waves hitting the rocks ringing in his ears.

The shadow's voice was low and hoarse, "What a waste."

The other party cursed at him as soon as he opened his mouth. Qiu Huan's eyelids twitched and he retorted, "You promised me that it would be foolproof, but now almost all the people I put into Xuan Yuntian have been wiped out, and your people are hiding in the corner quietly and dare not come out. And you still say that we are waste?"

"You are the rats of the gutter, filthy and evil as hell."

Qiu Huan kept cursing, but to the other party, these insults were neither painful nor itchy. The shadow's low voice was full of sarcasm and echoed in the cave.

"Do you know...how Wang Ji died?"

After hearing this, Qiu Huan paused and stopped talking. He raised his eyes, and his pupils trembled uncontrollably, causing him to stutter.

"Wang Ji...Did you really kill him?"

Seeing this, Xie Tingyu's figure hidden under the black mist moved slightly. After hearing what Qiu Huan said, she raised the corners of her lips, outlining a very sarcastic arc.