The city lord's mansion.
Living yard.
The house specially prepared for the reception of sword cultivators was empty and nothing except a few cushions.
Three monks with straight figures and sword intent were sitting cross-legged and talking to each other.
If you look closely, you will find that there is an inconspicuous mark on the long sword sheath they carry, which looks like a prison, lingering in smoke and clouds, emitting a little obscure atmosphere.
This is the symbol of Du Eryuan.
They are not ordinary disciples of Han An Sword Sect, but Du Eryuan's current prisoner, and their cultivation is all in the Yuanying.
Xiaomeng City is remote and is very rare for casual cultivators. The city lord here only builds the foundation and is still injured and has no hope of promotion. It is a huge difference between them.
Of course, they came here not to visit their classmates, but to investigate Wu Xun'an's affairs.
Wu Xun'an acted in secludedly, but in the territory of Han'an Sword Sect, he could not hide it from the sword Sect after all.
However, none of the three have had enough evidence so far.
With Wu Xun'an's reputation in Xiaomeng City, rash arrest of people may arouse public anger.
Han An Sword Sect is a well-known sect. It has its own rules for doing things, but it is difficult to do things that can be deceived by force.
At this moment, they were discussing this matter. A sword cultivator in white robe said in a deep voice: ...This person should be practicing some kind of magic skill. The entire city has been secretly set up a formation by his excuse to collect herbs around him for many years.
The formation has not been activated yet and the effect cannot be determined. It should be because the key formation center is missing.
Another Chinese sword cultivator pondered: According to past experience, he practiced demon skills, arranged such a large array, and left medicine in the bodies of the people in the city, most of which he wanted to sacrifice blood to the whole city.
The sword cultivator in the center wore a robe with a cold expression and said in a cold voice: Blood sacrifice to the whole city, and he deserves to die!
If it is just a small evil, it would be fine if I regretted it when I entered the gates and passed away.
Such a serious crime will never be spared!
At this moment, the door of the quiet room was suddenly knocked.
Accompanied by the knock on the door, there was a hurry to ask for help: Three masters of the Sword Sect, please help!
The three sword cultivators' faces condensed, and the sword cultivator in Jiang Hong's robe immediately bounced his fingers, and the door opened immediately. Wu Xun'an, with a burning expression, stepped in immediately.
He looked at the three sword cultivators with strong sword intent and a strong breath, and looked happy. The three disciples of the Sword Sect were all here and he was saved!!
However, the next moment, the previous figure of the mysterious robe appeared next to him.
Wu Xun'an gasped sharply, pointed at the figure with a crazy expression and shouted: Three high-ranking masters of the Sword Sect, he...
He was both surprised and happy at this moment. What was shocked was that this mysterious figure occupied his identity and bewitched his wife and children, but he still dared to chase him here!
What was happy was that the three disciples of Han An Sword Sect were all here, and the other party dared to come, which was simply seeking death!
However, before he finished speaking, he saw the three Han An Sword Sect disciples' eyes moving away from him without any hesitation, turning to the mysterious robe figure, and asked calmly: Fellow Daoist Wu, what's the matter?
Wu Xun'an froze instantly, his pupils dilated, his expression of horror. His whole person seemed to be dragged into the cold deep sea by invisible force, almost completely frozen.
Pei Ling said lightly: It’s nothing, I just want to invite three of you to sit in my medical room.
The three sword cultivators looked at each other and nodded slightly: Yes.
Looking at this scene, Wu Xun'an was extremely frightened. How could he be?How could it be??
Even the cultivators of Han An Sword Sect regarded that man as him??
Hanan Sword Sect is one of the nine strongest sects in the world!
Moreover, the sword cultivator has a pure mind and emphasizes the use of one sword to break all things. The heart of Tao is as solid as a rock and unswerving. Why can't he recognize him??
He is the master of the Yilu, he is...
etc!
Who are you?
A hint of confusion flashed across Wu Xun'an's face, and his whole body suddenly froze. The next moment, the smoke disappeared and disappeared...
At this time, the three sword cultivators stood up and left with Pei Ling. From beginning to end, no one seemed to notice the real Wu Xun'an...
********************
Half a month later.
Crossing the Eyuan.
In the canyon where no grass grows, there are exposed rock layers, dark red and blue-black colors intertwined. The wind blowing from all directions is the sound of howling ghosts crying and wolf howling, which is biting cold, and there is a strange coldness that penetrates the heavy clothes and penetrates deep into the bone marrow.
The eyes are dark, and the blood moon hangs high above the head, sprinkling light with light brilliance, illuminating the outline of the shadows, gloomy, depressing, cold and silent.
A fierce-looking prisoner in ragged clothes was dragged to a row of black iron racks. Two prisoners ignored the prisoners' scolding and provocations and tied him to the racks quickly. After confirming that he could not break free, they left.
Not long after, two monks wearing white background and blue robes walked into the canyon.
Their robes were neat and full of energy, and they were incompatible with the surroundings. When they walked, their steps were light and a special spiritual whip was wrapped around their waists.
These two monks are a man and a woman. The male monk has a square face and a tall figure. He is powerful without anger between his eyebrows and is fierce in his whole body.
The female cultivator looked quite delicate, with fair and tender skin, slender eyebrows and eyes, and a light body. She was tied with a double snail bun and a white flower hair, as if she was wearing mourning for someone.
There was a strong depressing look between her eyebrows, and she looked like she was sad and magnolia crying.
A pair of eyes were particularly outstanding, with radiance and slightly curled eyes, and there was a hint of coldness in the charming corners.
A fake road lackey!Seeing these two people, the prisoner on the black iron frame immediately spitted fiercely and said with a grim smile, "If you have the ability to put me down and fight for 300 rounds, I will kill you two little kids sooner or later!"
As he shouted, his breath fluctuated, and it was the peak of the Killing Dan.
The male cultivator smiled coldly, then turned to the female cultivator beside him, his voice softened instantly and said: Junior Sister Song, I am different from the outside world. All the prisoners here do evil and have a cunning mind.
Therefore, we must never treat them with an outside attitude.
Although we are famous families and righteous people, we are by no means confused.
Such stubborn people who make big mistakes but still never repent must give them enough lessons and must not be merciful!
Upon hearing this, Song Qiongzi's expression remained unchanged and she nodded slightly.
Song Qiongzi is her current identity.
The original body was a disciple of the Lingfu Pavilion who was a vassal of Jiuyi Mountain.
After the war between the righteous and the demons broke out, beacons broke out in Jiuyi Mountain, and the Linglu Pavilion, as a sect supporting it, naturally could not stay out of it.
Although the mountain gate is deep in the boundary of Jiuyi Mountain and has not been stolen, all of them, including the head, opened the furnace and refined the alchemy day and night under a paper order from Jiuyi Mountain.
Although it was busy, it was safe.
However, the previous episode of the septic epidemic was raging, and Jiuyi Mountain had to offer a large reward, recruiting scattered cultivators to stay in the city, and the alchemists from Linglu Pavilion were directly sent out to save mortals.
Song Qiongzi's lineage was very unlucky. Her master, senior brother, senior sister, junior brother and junior sister all died at the hands of the demon cultivator, and she was the only one who survived.
Living yard.
The house specially prepared for the reception of sword cultivators was empty and nothing except a few cushions.
Three monks with straight figures and sword intent were sitting cross-legged and talking to each other.
If you look closely, you will find that there is an inconspicuous mark on the long sword sheath they carry, which looks like a prison, lingering in smoke and clouds, emitting a little obscure atmosphere.
This is the symbol of Du Eryuan.
They are not ordinary disciples of Han An Sword Sect, but Du Eryuan's current prisoner, and their cultivation is all in the Yuanying.
Xiaomeng City is remote and is very rare for casual cultivators. The city lord here only builds the foundation and is still injured and has no hope of promotion. It is a huge difference between them.
Of course, they came here not to visit their classmates, but to investigate Wu Xun'an's affairs.
Wu Xun'an acted in secludedly, but in the territory of Han'an Sword Sect, he could not hide it from the sword Sect after all.
However, none of the three have had enough evidence so far.
With Wu Xun'an's reputation in Xiaomeng City, rash arrest of people may arouse public anger.
Han An Sword Sect is a well-known sect. It has its own rules for doing things, but it is difficult to do things that can be deceived by force.
At this moment, they were discussing this matter. A sword cultivator in white robe said in a deep voice: ...This person should be practicing some kind of magic skill. The entire city has been secretly set up a formation by his excuse to collect herbs around him for many years.
The formation has not been activated yet and the effect cannot be determined. It should be because the key formation center is missing.
Another Chinese sword cultivator pondered: According to past experience, he practiced demon skills, arranged such a large array, and left medicine in the bodies of the people in the city, most of which he wanted to sacrifice blood to the whole city.
The sword cultivator in the center wore a robe with a cold expression and said in a cold voice: Blood sacrifice to the whole city, and he deserves to die!
If it is just a small evil, it would be fine if I regretted it when I entered the gates and passed away.
Such a serious crime will never be spared!
At this moment, the door of the quiet room was suddenly knocked.
Accompanied by the knock on the door, there was a hurry to ask for help: Three masters of the Sword Sect, please help!
The three sword cultivators' faces condensed, and the sword cultivator in Jiang Hong's robe immediately bounced his fingers, and the door opened immediately. Wu Xun'an, with a burning expression, stepped in immediately.
He looked at the three sword cultivators with strong sword intent and a strong breath, and looked happy. The three disciples of the Sword Sect were all here and he was saved!!
However, the next moment, the previous figure of the mysterious robe appeared next to him.
Wu Xun'an gasped sharply, pointed at the figure with a crazy expression and shouted: Three high-ranking masters of the Sword Sect, he...
He was both surprised and happy at this moment. What was shocked was that this mysterious figure occupied his identity and bewitched his wife and children, but he still dared to chase him here!
What was happy was that the three disciples of Han An Sword Sect were all here, and the other party dared to come, which was simply seeking death!
However, before he finished speaking, he saw the three Han An Sword Sect disciples' eyes moving away from him without any hesitation, turning to the mysterious robe figure, and asked calmly: Fellow Daoist Wu, what's the matter?
Wu Xun'an froze instantly, his pupils dilated, his expression of horror. His whole person seemed to be dragged into the cold deep sea by invisible force, almost completely frozen.
Pei Ling said lightly: It’s nothing, I just want to invite three of you to sit in my medical room.
The three sword cultivators looked at each other and nodded slightly: Yes.
Looking at this scene, Wu Xun'an was extremely frightened. How could he be?How could it be??
Even the cultivators of Han An Sword Sect regarded that man as him??
Hanan Sword Sect is one of the nine strongest sects in the world!
Moreover, the sword cultivator has a pure mind and emphasizes the use of one sword to break all things. The heart of Tao is as solid as a rock and unswerving. Why can't he recognize him??
He is the master of the Yilu, he is...
etc!
Who are you?
A hint of confusion flashed across Wu Xun'an's face, and his whole body suddenly froze. The next moment, the smoke disappeared and disappeared...
At this time, the three sword cultivators stood up and left with Pei Ling. From beginning to end, no one seemed to notice the real Wu Xun'an...
********************
Half a month later.
Crossing the Eyuan.
In the canyon where no grass grows, there are exposed rock layers, dark red and blue-black colors intertwined. The wind blowing from all directions is the sound of howling ghosts crying and wolf howling, which is biting cold, and there is a strange coldness that penetrates the heavy clothes and penetrates deep into the bone marrow.
The eyes are dark, and the blood moon hangs high above the head, sprinkling light with light brilliance, illuminating the outline of the shadows, gloomy, depressing, cold and silent.
A fierce-looking prisoner in ragged clothes was dragged to a row of black iron racks. Two prisoners ignored the prisoners' scolding and provocations and tied him to the racks quickly. After confirming that he could not break free, they left.
Not long after, two monks wearing white background and blue robes walked into the canyon.
Their robes were neat and full of energy, and they were incompatible with the surroundings. When they walked, their steps were light and a special spiritual whip was wrapped around their waists.
These two monks are a man and a woman. The male monk has a square face and a tall figure. He is powerful without anger between his eyebrows and is fierce in his whole body.
The female cultivator looked quite delicate, with fair and tender skin, slender eyebrows and eyes, and a light body. She was tied with a double snail bun and a white flower hair, as if she was wearing mourning for someone.
There was a strong depressing look between her eyebrows, and she looked like she was sad and magnolia crying.
A pair of eyes were particularly outstanding, with radiance and slightly curled eyes, and there was a hint of coldness in the charming corners.
A fake road lackey!Seeing these two people, the prisoner on the black iron frame immediately spitted fiercely and said with a grim smile, "If you have the ability to put me down and fight for 300 rounds, I will kill you two little kids sooner or later!"
As he shouted, his breath fluctuated, and it was the peak of the Killing Dan.
The male cultivator smiled coldly, then turned to the female cultivator beside him, his voice softened instantly and said: Junior Sister Song, I am different from the outside world. All the prisoners here do evil and have a cunning mind.
Therefore, we must never treat them with an outside attitude.
Although we are famous families and righteous people, we are by no means confused.
Such stubborn people who make big mistakes but still never repent must give them enough lessons and must not be merciful!
Upon hearing this, Song Qiongzi's expression remained unchanged and she nodded slightly.
Song Qiongzi is her current identity.
The original body was a disciple of the Lingfu Pavilion who was a vassal of Jiuyi Mountain.
After the war between the righteous and the demons broke out, beacons broke out in Jiuyi Mountain, and the Linglu Pavilion, as a sect supporting it, naturally could not stay out of it.
Although the mountain gate is deep in the boundary of Jiuyi Mountain and has not been stolen, all of them, including the head, opened the furnace and refined the alchemy day and night under a paper order from Jiuyi Mountain.
Although it was busy, it was safe.
However, the previous episode of the septic epidemic was raging, and Jiuyi Mountain had to offer a large reward, recruiting scattered cultivators to stay in the city, and the alchemists from Linglu Pavilion were directly sent out to save mortals.
Song Qiongzi's lineage was very unlucky. Her master, senior brother, senior sister, junior brother and junior sister all died at the hands of the demon cultivator, and she was the only one who survived.
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