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Qi Wu Yue raised his eyes and counted three times. It was the six resentments that constituted this blood mist realm.

Six territory masters, unprecedented.

This scene is really lively.

The group of resentful souls were excluded from the country and looked confused.

Qi Wu Yue: "Where's the sword?"

The Fuyun that had just been retrieved, along with little brother Gu's Chuxiu, turned into two streams of light and escaped the moment they were taken into the state of mind.

Xiaohao Lingzi shook his head: "Brother, I can't sense it."

Without Fuyun's support, the snow-white realm they had before lost its energy supply and collapsed.

Qi Wu Yue released his divine sense to sense the six resentful thoughts, all of which were the remnants of the great tribulation masters who were second only to the immortals. Because of the different obsessions, the condensed realm seemed to be divided into six parts, and because they appeared in each other's memories, the realm seemed to be entangled.

Judging from the aura at the current location of Qi Wu Yue and Xiao Lin, it covers the light green soul body and Fu Yun in the soul-nourishing lamp.

In addition, the black resentment of the gray soul was mixed in the cracks, which was extremely strong.

The fact that the two immortal swords, Fuyun and Chuxiu, can resonate at the same time must involve their former owners, the Sword Immortals of the North and South.

Looking at the surrounding scene, it was a banquet and the guests' faces were blurry.

Dahao Linzi glanced at the guests' robes. They looked like immortals, but they were the old style in Zhongzhou thousands of years ago.

"These people are probably not important characters. They have little connection with the territory master and their appearance is vague."

"Well, let's look for it again."

As Qi Wu Yue spoke, he very naturally picked up a juicy spiritual fruit from the plate on the table in front of the host of the banquet.

Before he could eat the spiritual fruit, his wrist was grabbed by two hands, one big and one small.

Qi Wu Yue: “???”

He looked at the big one, then at the small one.

Are you so in sync?

Especially the small Lingzi, who was not tall, had to stand on the table to get through.

"There seems to be something going on outside." Big Linzi said, and took the spiritual fruit from Qi Wu Yue's hand and threw it back on the plate.

The scenes shown at the banquet were extremely limited, and anything beyond the master's obsession was directly swallowed up by the darkness.

Therefore, Qi Wu Yue and Xiao Lin easily found the outer corridor of the attic, which was usually reserved for guests to sober up and get some fresh air.

It’s just that the Phoenix True Fire smelled the scent of evil.

The righteous immortal sect has always been particular about pomp and circumstance, so the environment is luxurious and elegant. The wooden floors are almost carved and hollowed out, and the wicks in the vertical brass bird and animal lamps always appear to be half-burned, as white as cotton core, and half burnt.

The bright orange light was tinged with a cold and mysterious feeling. A maid in green who was lighting lamps nearby was fiddling with eighteen lamps with slender golden needles. The warm light illuminated a blurry face without any facial features.

The scene seemed to be frozen, captured in the midst of the noise at the banquet and preserved forever.

No face, no face, no face...

Along the way, all the motionless characters in the scene, without exception, had their facial features blurred into a shadow.

To break through the state, one must first resolve the state.

To understand the situation, you have to know what happened a thousand years ago.

There are too many people, and I don’t know who the territory master is. It’s too troublesome to look for them one by one.

Qi Wu Yue kicked over the brass lamp and looked at Xiao Lin: "Burn it."

Simple and crude is sometimes the most practical.

No one knows where the others have scattered, but Huanyi’s Yin Gui silk is still there, so it should be possible to find it.

I hope nothing happens to me before I find the person.

Or dig a hole on the spot and scatter some spirit stones... and give it a grand burial?

Drops of hot lamp oil fell onto the brocade curtains, and Xiao Lin lit another fire.

With a loud bang, golden-red flames shot up several feet high.

As expected, carved beams and painted buildings are best suited for burning fire.

Qi Wu Yue stood outside with his arms folded, watching the building engulfed in flames in an instant. Two cubs, one big and one small, who had just set the fire, stood obediently on his left and right.

Black smoke billowed, and flames filled the sky, engulfing the banquet and the carved beams. Finally, a creature in a brocade robe covered in black smoke ran out with a sharp roar.

The creature in brocade robes was no different from the other guests and attendants. Its facial features were blurred and its face was unclear. Half of its arm was burned black by the flames and twisted by the heavy objects that had fallen on it.

He ran out of the sea of ​​fire with one arm raised, shouting as he ran: "Do you see my face? Do you see my face?"

Whenever the faceless brother saw someone, he would pull that person aside to ask them questions. Those servants whose actions were frozen were as stiff as stone sculptures, but they came back to life the moment he released them.

As if it suddenly came to its senses, it screamed and ran away.

The faceless brother stood there blankly for a long time, repeatedly touching his face with his palm, and asked himself while touching: "Where is my face?"

He put his hands down, both palms were covered in blood.

"Blood? How, how could there be blood?"

It was not until the fire reached the brocade robe under his feet that he suddenly woke up. When he ran outside, he finally saw the "family of three" watching the fire from the other side of the river.

His eyes burst into amazing light, and he ran to Qi Wu Yue in surprise, and asked sincerely and awkwardly: "Hello, have you seen my face?"

As he asked, he caught a glimpse of something and hid his blood-stained hands behind his back in panic.

Qi Wu Yue and Xiao Lin looked at each other: Lord of the territory?

Because he was looking into the eyes of Xiaohao Linzi, the water was not level, so Xiaohao Lingzi drooped his eyelashes in disappointment. Before he was about to drop his little pearl, Qi Wu Yue quickly stretched out a hand for him to hold, and then looked at the faceless brother, his silver eyes full of interest.

"I saw your face."

"Where is it?" Faceless Man asked anxiously, then realized that he was being a little rude, "Thank you, can you take me to find it?"

"I, I can't be without face. I can't be without face, I can't be without face." He muttered repeatedly in his mouth, and finally turned his pleading eyes to Qi Wu Yue.

Qi Wu Yue: "You're welcome. No need to look for it. It's on your face."

The faceless man digested the message for a long time before he understood what "face on face" meant. He once again stretched out his hands to touch his face.

The blood on his palm had not dried up. As he fumbled, more and more blood appeared on his palm, and finally it almost flowed down his fingers, winding down between his fingers until it fell drop by drop.

"No, no face. It's not here, it's not here. My face is not here." He wailed miserably, and finally, like a helpless child, he covered his face, curled up into a ball, and sobbed.

Qi Wu Yue: Ah, this.

"Otherwise you can touch it carefully."

"Woo woo woo just no."

"No, then no, why are you crying?"

"Wow, wow, wow, I want face."

"You can also be shameless." Qi Wu Yue gave him advice.

"But, but I can't be without face!" The faceless man raised his head and retorted anxiously, his black hair sliding down from one side, revealing a red mark on a section of the spine below the back of his neck.

Qi Wu Yue narrowed his silver eyes; this mark looked somewhat familiar.

He went straight to the point, grabbing the faceless man's neck with one hand and pulling open the back of his collar with the other.

The red mark was not just one spot, but a whole line, covering the slightly protruding bones along the spine. A flesh-red suture line looked like a terrifying and ugly centipede, clinging prominently in the center of the spine.

Qi Wu Yue turned the face of the faceless man, looked up, down, left and right, but no matter how he looked at it, it didn't look like him, not even a little bit like him. However, the seams on his back couldn't be everywhere on the street.

Qi Wu Yue hesitated and asked tentatively.

"Flower Fairy?"