Do you ever regret it?
There was silence at the door.
After hearing this, the servant froze where he was, stunned for a moment.
Ye Jisheng raised his eyebrows impatiently and said, "Do you need me to say it again?"
The invisible aura is extremely terrifying.
The servant came back to his senses in a panic and said quickly, "No, no need. So that's how it is. Please wait here for a moment, I will report to the master of the house."
After saying this, the servant ran away quickly.
The three of them waited there. After Jian Zhen finished the cake in her hand, she said weakly, "Will they believe it?"
Ye Jisheng asked: "Why don't you believe it?"
The man's gaze fell indifferently on the two people beside him.
He curled his lips.
"What I said, is there anything wrong?"
Jian Zhen: “…”
He is the only one in the Three Realms who dares to call the Immortal Lord a servant.
Fu Changhuan's expression was calm, and he said calmly: "It's the first time I've seen a master and a servant wearing the same clothes."
Ye Jisheng stood aside calmly and said, "The demons and monsters don't have as many rules as the immortals. It would be better for you to stop talking about those things."
Fu Changhuan remained silent, as if he had no intention of arguing with him.
Jian Zhen said, "Someone is coming."
The words fell.
The servant just came back from inside, and now he was much more respectful. He said, "Master, please come in."
Everyone walked into the manor.
After entering the manor, you will find that the internal structure of the manor is actually not simple. It contains the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams Formation. If someone who is not proficient in magic accidentally enters it, he will probably get lost.
An ordinary person would have panicked long ago.
Ye Jisheng and Fu Changhuan, however, were as calm as if they were strolling in their own back garden.
As for Jian Zhen, she didn't feel any aura at all. She just felt that the road was a bit long and she was very tired! !
The servant was secretly surprised.
These three people are so calm, I'm afraid they are definitely not ordinary people.
Go to the back hall.
The servant said, "The master is inside, please come in."
Everyone stepped in one after another.
After entering the main hall, you can see the person sitting in the middle of the hall. The head of the Luo family looks like a middle-aged man this year. He is wearing a purple robe and sitting in the middle of the hall, drinking tea leisurely.
Jian Zhen and others entered the hall.
The head of the Luo family said, "Are you the distinguished guests recommended by Master Wang?"
Ye Jishen said: "That's right."
The head of the Luo family asked, "May I ask what brings you here?"
Ye Jisheng said slowly: "Of course I have something to ask for."
The head of the Luo family looked at Jian Zhen and said, "Is this the Madam?"
It was the first time that Jian Zhen was addressed like this. He felt somewhat uncomfortable being looked at like this by the head of the Luo family, but due to the role he had to play, he nodded obediently.
The owner of the house said, "What can I do for you?"
Ye Jisheng said slowly, "My wife is born weak and her cultivation is not high. After she got pregnant, she often ran around. I was very worried. I heard that Master Luo has a prescription that can protect the fetus and pregnancy, so I wanted to ask for it."
After hearing this, the head of the Luo family smiled and said, "You are joking. Our Luo family has been engaged in business for generations, and we only know a little bit of medical skills. We really don't have any way to protect the fetus and pregnancy. It's just that since we know each other, it must be fate. If you need any help in the future, just come to me again."
That’s all I have to say. Although it is said obscurely, it is clear enough.
They will not take on this kind of pregnancy-preserving matters, and of course they will only consider it if there are more important things to do later.
Ye Jisheng said calmly: "If that's the case, then I'm sorry to bother you."
The head of the Luo family nodded and said, "Everyone, please take care. Ah Fu, please see you off."
Everyone stood up and followed the servant back slowly along the way they came. The entire Luo Mansion was not small, but the group did not meet any passers-by on the way. The servant sent everyone out of the gate and decisively closed the gate.
When the door was slowly closed.
The surrounding streets were busy with people coming and going, and three people were strolling among them.
Fu Changhuan's eyes fell on the vendors and merchants around him, and he said calmly: "Did you find anything?"
Jian Zhen said: "The plants and flowers planted in his mansion are all dead. Although they look beautiful, they are all catalyzed by spiritual energy."
All things have spirits.
The osmanthus trees in Master Wang's yard were all alive, but all the flowers and plants in the Luo family were dead.
Ye Jisheng said calmly: "The Eighteen Formations on the ground are used to reverse yin and yang. Their lair should be underground."
Fu Changhuan said: "All the plants and trees in the palace are dead, and there must be a lot of things underground."
Jane was stunned when she heard this.
Xiaocao only felt that she went to Luo's house to eat two plum cakes, walked a few steps and turned a few circles, but the two people next to her seemed to have emptied the Luo's house's savings.
Fu Changhuan nodded: "Taking advantage of the love of the world to harm the lives of innocent people violates the rules of the Three Realms. The royal family of the demon clan is indeed in serious turmoil."
Ye Jisheng sneered and said calmly: "It's just that they are incompetent."
Not far away there is a small stall selling sugar figures.
Jian Zhen was attracted and stopped in front of the stall.
Fu Changhuan and Ye Jisheng stood not far away. He looked thoughtful and asked, "What if it was you?"
Ye Jicheng looked at him sideways.
Fu Changhuan stood under the tree, his cold eyes and eyebrows were tinged with the indifference that only immortals would have. He said, "If it were you, would you do the same?"
Ye Jisheng laughed indifferently, as if he had heard something ridiculous, with his eyes filled with his usual arrogance and contempt: "Other people's lives have nothing to do with me, but I am not as incompetent as them."
Fu Changhuan said, "You won't be discovered?"
“No.” Ye Jisheng looked down at him, his black eyes faintly glowing red, surging with his hidden madness: “I will kill anyone who dares to stop me.”
That unparalleled madness and red color were as gorgeous as the raging fire burning in Lingshan Mountain and the streams of blood flowing like rivers tens of millions of years ago.
Fu Changhuan stood there, his snowy clothes like frost, and he said, "No, you won't."
Ye Jisheng raised an eyebrow.
Fu Changhuan's eyes fell on the man at the sugar figurine stall not far away, and he whispered, "He won't let you do this."
A breeze blew from afar, and the black and white robes of the two people under the tree fluttered.
Ye Jisheng seemed to be wrapped in an indelible chill. He curled his lips and asked, "Really?"
"Well," he said, "you'd better pray. He's always there."
Fu Changhuan was silent.
Millions of years ago, the Wanmie Sha Zhushen Formation could not stop Ye Jisheng's pace of slaughtering the mountains. Even though half of his power had been sealed, he still almost slaughtered all the people in Lingshan. No one knew what Ye Jisheng would do when he went crazy. There was only one person in the world who could stop him. Ye Jisheng was a madman, and that person was his soothing elixir.
The streets are bustling with people.
Jian Zhen brought back two sugar figures from not far away. Her fair face and eyes sparkled: "Look, these are sugar figures of the Immortal Lord and the Demon Lord!"
The two sugar figures in his hands looked lifelike.
Ye Jisheng said calmly: "Really?"
Jian Zhen nodded, thinking that he was interested in the sugar figures, so she quickly handed the two sugar figures to him and said softly, "Which one do you want?"
Ye Jisheng took the Immortal Venerable's sugar man with a snap, then took a bite and bit off the head. A faint smile appeared on his face, and he said slowly, "Yes, it's not bad."
Jian Zhen: “…”
Fu Changhuan chose to remain silent.
Jian Zhen, holding the sugar man with a disheveled look in the wind, was a little afraid to look at the Immortal Lord's expression.
Jian Zhen hesitated for a long time, looked at the Immortal King hesitantly, and asked: "Well, there is one left, do you want it?"
Fu Changhuan said softly: "It's okay, I don't like sweet things, you can eat it."
Jian Zhen smiled a little, nodded and agreed. He looked at the two people and said, "What were you talking about just now? Did you quarrel again?"
Fu Changhuan glanced at Ye Jisheng.
Ye Jisheng sneered.
Fu Changhuan explained to Jian Zhen in a gentle voice: "Of course not, we are discussing the plan to go to Luo's house tonight."
"Oh." Jian Zhen nodded and said, "It's okay, I can take you in."
Ye Jisheng asked: "You?"
Jian Zhen bit the candy man and said, "Yes, the boss who bought the candy man just now told me that there are usually not many people at the small gate in the backyard of Luo's house, so we can just go through there if we want to go."
Ye Jisheng and Fu Changhuan looked towards the candy figurine stall, but there was no one in sight at the mobile stall.
Ordinary people may still doubt the authenticity of this news and be careful not to be deceived, but Ye Jisheng and Fu Changhuan are different. Their overly powerful strength does not fear any calculations.
Nightfall.
The moon hanging high in the sky lights up.
In the backyard of Luo's mansion, a huge stone road was opened.
Walking slowly along the path below, you can feel the looming chill in the dungeon. There are oil lamps on both sides of the corridor. Walking along them, you will soon see different water dungeons.
There are pieces of amber placed in the dungeon.
Jian Zhen asked, "What's in there?"
Fu Changhuan took a look and said, "The monk who was sent here."
The people in the amber all looked like they were sleeping peacefully, but their faces were pale and they looked thin, as if all their energy had been sucked out.
Ye Jisheng sneered: "It took quite a bit of effort."
Fu Changhuan said: "The place for refining the cultivators' essence should still be in the front."
This underground corridor is interconnected and filled with traps and numerous patrolling guards, but these are hardly a problem for Ye Jisheng and Fu Changhuan.
Sometimes, it even passed by before Jian Zhen could see it clearly.
The three men finally stopped in front of a huge rock.
This heavy door stood at the deepest part of the cave. It was thick and dull, and even difficult to push. There was no mechanism anywhere to open the door.
Fu Changhuan said: "This door is made of marble lock. If you want to open it, you need to break the formation under the marble door..."
He had just finished speaking.
Ye Jisheng raised his hand, and red soul fire rose up and surrounded the entire door.
The extremely strong and overbearing corrosiveness of the soul fire almost instantly devoured the heavy marble door. Flames burned up, and the door slowly opened under the gaze of everyone.
"Boom"
The huge marble gate collapsed.
Finally, the full picture inside was revealed, which was also the full picture of Luojiazhuang. The scene inside surprised Jian Zhen, who had always been a Buddhist. There were amber crystals of various sizes stored on the stone wall. Those amber crystals were tied together with red lines. When the formation was activated, all the crystal energy would be transmitted through the red lines and flow into a coffin in the center.
The wind blows the red rope.
Ye Jisheng said: "Soul cultivation formation."
Upon hearing this, Jian Zhen looked up curiously and asked, "What is the soul cultivation formation?"
Ye Jisheng curled his lips, glanced at Fu Changhuan and said, "He is more familiar with this formation than I am."
Jian Zhen didn't expect it to be like this. He looked at the Immortal King curiously.
Fu Changhuan looked at the scene in front of him with a rare serious look on his face. He said, "Luojiazhuang actually dared to break into the Immortal Pavilion and steal the forbidden techniques of the Immortal Clan. I will never let them off easily."
Ye Jisheng sneered: "Luo Yucheng's cultivation is only at the Nascent Soul stage, but he can come and go freely in the heavily guarded Immortal Pavilion and steal the formation. Is there no one in Lingshan?"
Fu Changhuan glanced at him sideways.
Ordinary people would probably be angry if they were told this.
However, the man who was only one step away from entering the Spiritual Transformation Stage had already had a sharp mind. His strong and rational mind made him look at Ye Jisheng. Fu Changhuan asked, "Are you saying that there is an insider in the Immortal Pavilion?"
Ye Jisheng raised his eyebrows and said slowly: "What else?"
Fu Changhuan subconsciously said, "The Immortal Pavilion is guarded by my disciple Ling Can. No one can enter or leave without a key. Ling Can has been in the mountains for thousands of years, so he naturally understands the key points of the soul cultivation formation and will definitely not make such a mistake."
Ye Jisheng sneered: "It seems that you really don't understand your disciple."
The two talked for a long time.
Looking back.
Jian Zhen poked his little head out, looking at them curiously, and asked, "What is the soul-cultivation formation?"
Seeing his eager eyes, Fu Changhuan regained his focus and said, "The soul-cultivation formation is a forbidden technique of the immortal race. This method..."
He paused here, as if hesitant.
Ye Jisheng said directly: "This method requires taking tens of thousands of cultivators above the Jindan stage, breaking up the inner elixir from their bodies, and then gathering the spiritual energy through the soul cultivation formation. After refining and circulating, it can bring people back to life."
Jane's eyes widened.
Most people would only marvel at how powerful and miraculous this formation is when they hear about it.
Xiao Cao showed an expression of pity on his face. He whispered, "So many people are going to die in vain..."
Ye Jisheng snorted and said nonchalantly: "This formation has been lost, but it was activated by a disciple of the Immortal Clan ten million years ago, and was later listed as a forbidden technique by the Lingshan Cangfeng Pavilion."
Jian Zhen suddenly felt blessed and asked, "Did someone use this formation tens of millions of years ago?"
Fu Changhuan's eyes fell on Ye Jisheng, and he said, "This formation kills lives, it shouldn't appear in the world."
Jian Zhen nodded. He didn't know why he felt depressed. He said softly, "Indeed, if we use the lives of tens of thousands of people to bring one person back to life, will the resurrected person really be happy?"
Ye Jisheng said: "Only incompetent people would need to do this."
Jian Zhen looked up curiously, her dark eyes reflecting Ye Jisheng's figure and asked, "Why?"
Ye Jisheng's face was calm, his black robes matched the red ropes in the hall, and he said calmly: "If I were a lover, I would only rely on my own strength to save him, why do you have to do this?"
Jian Zhen smiled with some recognition: "If it were me, I would do the same."
Ye Jisheng raised his eyebrows: "You are not afraid."
Jian Zhen glared at him angrily, her fair face puffed up as she said, "Stop looking down on me!"
It is a grass, but it is also a brave grass.
I won’t be afraid at every turn!
but.
Jian Zhen asked curiously, "Can we really rely on the power of one person? Does this formation require many people to activate?"
Fu Changhuan stood at the entrance of the cave with a far-reaching gaze. He said, "If we use the inner elixir of a cultivator at the Golden Core stage, we will need tens of thousands of people. But if it is a Yuanying stage cultivator, we will only need thousands of people. For a Shenhua stage cultivator..."
Jian Zhen's little head immediately figured it out: "The more powerful a person's inner elixir is, the more likely it is that one person can defeat a hundred."
Fu Changhuan nodded and said, "Resurrection from the dead is against the will of heaven. No matter how high one's cultivation is, anyone who does this will be punished by heaven and suffer great consequences."
Jian Zhen looked at the countless ambers on the walls of the cave and said softly, "Those with higher cultivation levels have higher spiritual energy, but it must be very difficult to have such a high level of cultivation. Is there really anyone so stupid as to suffer so much for nothing?"
As soon as the words fell.
An angry voice came from behind the door: "What are you doing?"
Everyone turned around.
Luo Yucheng, the head of the Luo family, strode in and asked, "What are you doing here, breaking into the forbidden area of my mansion at night?"
He was accompanied by countless servants.
Most of the traps and guards in the tunnel had been killed. Luo Yucheng looked at the three people vigilantly. He said, "You three came here during the day. At that time, I recognized the plaques of Fuling Mountain disciples hanging around your waists. I didn't intend to embarrass you and let you go, but I didn't expect you to refuse my toast and drink a forfeit!"
The crystal stones in the cave are bright.
Countless servants surrounded the three people.
Anyone else would have been frightened to the point of limp legs, but among the three people surrounded in the middle, the fair-skinned boy in the middle was a little at a loss. The man in white looked at everything with a cold expression, his calm demeanor as if everything in front of him was just a minor incident, and the man in black was even more indifferent, standing lazily beside the fair-skinned boy with contempt as if he were looking at a group of ants.
Luo Yucheng said: "My Luo family has never had any grudges against Fuling Mountain. I don't know why you guys are so mean to us. If you don't give us an explanation today, I'm afraid I can't let you go!"
At the command.
The servants around rushed forward.
But all the attacks were bounced back by an invisible spiritual shield, and the surrounding servants were in mourning.
Fu Changhuan put down his hand and said calmly: "The one who should give an explanation is you."
When Luo Yucheng was looked at by Fu Changhuan, he seemed to be frozen in place. All the servants in his mansion had cultivation levels above the foundation building stage, but the combined attack of so many people was blocked so easily, without even hurting them at all!
These people...
I’m afraid his cultivation level is more than that of the Mahayana stage!
Fu Changhuan said, "You stole the forbidden technique of the immortal race without permission. Tell me, where did you get the formation from?"
Looking at the remnants of the defeated army, and the amber and coffins behind him.
Luo Yucheng took a deep breath and said, "Don't mess around. I, Luo Yucheng, am the uncle of the eldest prince of this dynasty. I am well-known not only in Feiyun Mountain, but also in the entire demon clan. You are disciples of Fuling Mountain, so you must want to pass the assessment. I tell you, if you hurt me today, Fuling Mountain will never accept you!"
As soon as the words fell, there was silence.
A cold laugh fell faintly.
Luo Yucheng suddenly looked towards the door wall, and saw the man in black, who had been silent all this time, raise his eyes. He spoke with a very murderous tone: "If I want to mess around, what can you do?"
As his words fell.
The entire cave wall began to shake.
Countless amber stones fell down, the red rope swayed wildly, the entire formation was about to fall apart in an instant, and the coffin in the center of the formation was about to be broken.
"stop!"
A melodious voice sounded from the air!
The power of the Mahayana stage came from the sky, dragging all the amber that was about to fall. The voice of the person who came was a little angry: "I don't know what I did to anger the Lord Demon in Feiyun Valley, and he wants to tear down everything here?"
Once the Demon Lord's soul fire appeared, everyone in the three realms would recognize it.
The soul fire that had just attacked almost shattered all the souls, and also forced the person behind the scenes to show up.
The identity was revealed.
There was no need for Ye Jisheng to pretend anymore. Everyone present could only see that the man in black robe revealed his true appearance. He was wearing a dark brocade robe with gold trimmings, black hair and a golden crown. His tall body gave him an extremely strong aura, and his handsome face had a pair of dangerous red eyes that made people dare not look him in the face. He seemed to be smiling, and the red soul fire was captivating.
Ye Jisheng said: "I'll tear it down if I do. Do I need a reason to do something?"
The voice in mid-air stopped.
then.
He said: "The Demon Lord does things without any reason, but I have no grudges against the Demon Lord. Please spare us, I will reward you handsomely in the future."
Ye Jisheng curled his lips, making it impossible to guess whether he was happy or angry.
The devil always does things without reason or rules, and his mood is so unpredictable that people can't predict his behavior.
Ye Jisheng said calmly: "A disciple of the Immortal Clan dares to negotiate terms with this deity."
The voice in the air suddenly fell silent. Perhaps they had not expected that they had not even met, but their spiritual communication had exposed all their identities.
"The Demon Lord is worthy of being the Demon Lord." The voice smiled and said, "I can't hide anything from you."
Ye Jisheng didn't say anything.
The voice said, "Since the Demon Lord knows my identity, he will naturally understand my current status. If the Demon Lord really wants to destroy this place and kill me today, aren't you afraid of making enemies with the immortals? Aren't you afraid that my master, the Immortal Lord Wangyou, will avenge me?!"
As soon as the words fell, there was silence.
Jian Zhen, who was standing next to the two people, was stunned.
The grass was silent.
Xiao Cao looked at Fu Chang Huan who was wearing a white robe and transformed beside him, and said softly: "Xiao Bai, is he talking about you?"
The entire cave fell silent again because of this sentence.
Seeing this, Fu Changhuan no longer concealed his identity. He walked forward slowly, waved his hand towards the void, and said with a very cold expression: "Ling Can, come here."
The power of the Three Realms Supreme in the Spirit Transformation Stage is immeasurable.
A huge void magic circle was cast in the air. Lingshan was thousands of miles away from the demon clan, and not everyone could easily activate the Thousand Miles Shrinking Technique. However, Fu Changhuan opened the formation with just a stretch of his hand.
Countless amber stones fell.
Ling Can's figure fell to the ground out of thin air. He looked at everyone with some horror. He couldn't understand why his master would appear here, together with the Demon Lord of the Demon Clan, and appear in a small village of the monster clan.
Fu Changhuan lowered his eyes to look at him, his eyes were as cold as ice, he said: "Why did you steal from the public and use the soul cultivation array privately?"
Amber stones fell everywhere.
The light of the coffin in the center of the formation also dimmed. Ling Can, who was kneeling on the ground, rolled and crawled towards the coffin, shouting nervously: "Yun Niang, Yun Niang..."
There was a woman lying in the coffin. Her flesh and blood body was still intact. She was wearing a pink dress and looked like she was asleep.
Everyone's red rope fell off.
The coffin lost the nutritional supply of the golden elixir, and the woman in the coffin seemed to decay in an instant. Her body slowly lost its blood color, and her hair was no longer black but slowly turned white.
Ling Can's hand trembled as he stroked the woman's face, tears streaming down his face as he said, "Why... it was just a little bit..."
Everyone in the cave watched this scene.
The Taoist priest with a fairy-like appearance from Lingshan Mountain knelt in front of a coffin, crying bitterly as he hugged a woman whose body was slowly turning into dry bones.
Jane really couldn't bear it.
Just as he was thinking about it, someone pulled his arm. He turned around and saw that it was Ye Jisheng who was pulling him. He thought that Ye Jisheng was moved by this sad scene just like him.
But I don’t want to——
Ye Jisheng just pulled Jian Zhen back and said calmly, "Stay away, there's a lot of dust."
Jian Zhen: “…Okay.”
Ling Can, who was not far away, was hugging the coffin and crying as if he was possessed. Even his eyes slowly became clear again, and his whole body was glowing with a thick dark light.
Fu Changhuan stepped forward, his voice was cold, like the frost on the sacred mountain that had not melted for thousands of years, cold and sacred: "Ling Can, she is dead, don't be stubborn."
Ling Can just tied up the hair of the withered skeleton in his arms. He said softly, "My disciple and Yun Niang had already formed a love relationship before entering Lingshan. Lingshan has strict requirements for recruiting disciples. She went up the mountain to collect herbs to save money for my disciple, but she accidentally fell off a cliff and died. My disciple had already secretly sworn in his heart that he would revive her no matter what means he used."
Fu Changhuan frowned slightly and said, "I have already taught you that practitioners, no matter what the reason, should not kill innocent people for their own selfish desires. Have you completely forgotten?"
The room was silent.
The person kneeling in front of the coffin lowered his head but laughed slowly.
Ling Can smiled softly, his eyes gradually covered by darkness and turned scarlet. He suddenly raised his head and said, "Master, can you tell me what selfish desire is?"
The cave was in a mess.
Ling Can said loudly: "Everyone in this world has their own selfish desires. I am certainly not as selfless as Master. Even my junior brother back then could watch helplessly and not help him!!"
Fu Changhuan's eyes suddenly became sharp: "Ling Can!"
"Master, was I wrong?" Ling Can was fearless despite his dead heart. He smiled and said, "Have you ever regretted anything in these twelve million years?"
then.
He looked at Jian Zhen who was standing beside the Demon Lord and said, "Master should have regrets."
"Master said that I was selfish." Ling Can laughed until tears came out of his eyes. He said, "Even gods are not immune to this. After all, I was not the first one to use the soul-cultivating formation!"
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