Young Sovereign, he wants to die every day

"I wanted to deal with that person, so let's practice with them first."

Fu Guilan smiled at the corner of his mouth, as if looking at a finely crafted jade carving, his eyes wandered over Xuehuashen.

"Go."

With an order, the Blood Painting God, who was flying safely, opened his eyes wide at this moment, and ran towards those weird things clamoring.And the monsters also knew the danger was coming, and fled to the surroundings one after another, but Qing Chenye chased and beat the fleeing monsters fiercely.

The monks who were originally fighting on the battlefield felt a red light flickering around them, and in an instant, monsters were prostrate on the ground.

"Is this Elder Fu's painting god?"

"It should be, but it is so fierce, it is really scary."

"What are you afraid of? With the God of Painting, the suppression speed in our area is much faster. If you are afraid, you should be afraid of those evil spirits."

"That's right, there was another big wave just now, and we don't know how long it will take. It's much smoother now."

The Blood Painting God also has a ferocious aura. Just his aura and roar can deter the monsters and spirit ghosts in dozens of ranges around him, not to mention that it has been ordered now, but it just swallows and strangles it.

Qing Shenye and Xuehuashen quickly wiped out the evil spirits at the east end of the bridge, but Qing Shenye did not stop, and continued to advance towards the center of the bridge with the surrounding monks.

"Guilan! I'll go there first. Look after the God of Painting, this guy is really amazing."

Qing Chenye's voice came from the battlefield under the bridge, but Xue Huashen did not leave with the monks, and stepped back to Fu Guilan's side.

"Sect Master Qing knows that you practice this?"

"Yes, I didn't hide it from him."

"But I never knew." Yan Xubai lowered his eyes and whispered, with some dissatisfaction, "Why can Qing Chenye..."

Realizing that he had said something that crossed the line, Yan Xubai quickly shut up and was about to leave.

Fu Guilan smiled lightly, and grabbed Yan Xu's white sleeve, "But you were not surprised when you saw Xuehuashen."

Yan Xubai ignored it, turned around and walked away with his sword in hand, leaving a back view, as if he was angry.

"Sect Master Yan! Wait for me..." Fu Guilan followed, "Next time, next time, I will also talk to Sect Master Yan about what spells I practice, and Sect Master Yan can teach me a thing or two, how about it?"

Yan Xubai didn't answer the words, but continued walking in front of the wind and snow with his hands.Fu Guilan also followed behind, and the two continued to walk towards the center of the bridge, while Xue Huashen also leisurely followed behind them.

"Sect Master Yan, don't go so fast, watch your step."

The wind and snow filled the air. From the time the two of them came here to the time when the monster on the east side of the bridge was dealt with, a thick layer of snow had already fallen on the body of the monster on Tiansheng Bridge. It's a corpse.

"Don't ignore me, I will tell you in the future." Fu Guilan gathered spiritual energy in her hand, and walked beside Yan Xubai to cover some snow for him, "The Blood Painting God is only after you started retreat, I only cultivated Yes. It’s just that I haven’t made a breakthrough for many years, but I suddenly realized it in the past few months. I guess it should be through cultivation, so I’ll try to summon it today to see.”

With such a sudden and intimate tone, Yan Xubai's ears turned a little red, and he said, "I didn't ignore it. I shouldn't inquire about what kind of technique the master practiced."

"Then don't ignore me, talk to me, didn't you just tell me about the strange movement?"

Yan Xubai stopped and turned around.

The people behind them also stopped, and the aura in Fu Guilan's hands instantly enveloped the surroundings of the two of them, making them all blue.He slightly lowered his head and looked at the person in front of him, the snow was flying all over the sky from the spiritual energy, some snowflakes floated along the wind to Yan Xubai's clothes, but they were immediately pushed away by the spiritual energy.

With a smile on the corner of Fu Guilan's mouth, he tilted his head slightly, just wanting to see his reaction.A pure white face was raised, and Fu Guilan's face was reflected in the goose yellow pupils. He sighed and said, "Sir! You really don't need to tell me...I just..."

There was still half a sentence in his mouth, and it was not Fu Guilan who blocked the half sentence, but a sense of restraint at his ankle.

Yan Xubai lowered his head to look carefully, and saw a withered hand suddenly stretched out from the snowdrift on the bridge, grabbed his ankle, and pulled it into the snowdrift.

Unexpectedly, he would be attacked by surprise, his eyes were slightly opened in shock, his body fell straight to one side, and he reached out to grab Fu Guilan.But before he raised his hand, he felt his waist sink, and then his body fell into a chest full of fragrance.

Fu Guilan put one hand on Yan Xubai's waist, and flew back to leave the ground.And with the other hand, he gathered the surrounding spiritual energy at his fingertips and turned it into an air blade, and chopped at the withered hand at Yan Xubai's feet.

In an instant, the withered hand was cut off from the arm, and was carried up by the remaining air blade, and fell to the bridge.

Yan Xubai felt that there was no sense of restraint at the ankles, but there was no solid feeling of the ground under his feet either. The Xingyun Raofeng pattern on the bright yellow clothes was right in front of him, and if he looked up, he might see the owner of the clothes' Adam's Apple.

"Sir, you can let me down." Yan Xubai's voice was a little hoarse, and his hands loosened the hem of his outer robe that he had just grasped tightly.

The feeling of being off the ground under his feet just now disappeared, as did the feeling around his waist, Yan Xubai immediately took a step back and looked at the place where he was standing just now.

Fu Guilan raised his chin slightly, and glanced at Xuehuashen again, "Test."

The blood painting god who was still floating leisurely, immediately ran towards the snowdrift that had just stretched out his hand.Before it could reach it, the aura surging around it had already formed a vortex and blown away the floating snow, revealing several piled corpses of creepy creatures below.

With a slap of the blood painting god's sharp blade, the male corpses rolled away one after another. The blood painting god picked up one and walked back.

bang——

The male corpse was thrown on the ground, rolled twice, and stopped in front of the two in a side-lying position, with the broken arm overlapping the other intact arm.The clothes on the male corpse were in tatters, and the stains on them were mixed with blood, and the original color and pattern of the clothes could not be seen at all.

The exposed arm of the male corpse was very dry, but it was better than a dead branch, and there was still some flesh and blood.The same goes for the neck and the face, it doesn't look like a human face at all, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it's the mummified corpse of a bat or mouse.

"This..." Fu Guilan hesitated for a moment, stepped forward and squatted down, and took a closer look at the male corpse. "This man is dead...how could he still be able to move just now?"

Yan Xubai stood on the spot, "It's already a strange thing, it's not the form it was in when it was alienated just now. Although it was beheaded, but just now the blood draw was overwhelmed, and the spiritual energy was puffed up, and he sucked some of it, which provoked the corpse's actions. "

The corpses of such monsters can be seen everywhere on the battlefield. Occasionally, a monk uses a magic weapon rich in spiritual energy, and the leaked spiritual energy will be absorbed by the corpse of the monster, and it will return to the light and shake a few times.

"Aren't you going?" Yan Xubai asked in the snow, the Blood Painting God had floated behind Yan Xubai at some point, stepping on the clouds with all four feet, and stood obediently.

But Fu Guilan remained silent and knelt on the ground.

"Sir..." Yan Xubai only thought that he was stupefied, and walked forward, leaning on him, he saw the withered face of the male corpse.

There are also the corners of the mouth that are split from the left and right cheeks to the base of the ears, and the fangs in the mouth.

This time it was Yan Xubai's turn to be shocked, Fu Guilan turned his head to look up, and then used the fixed light in his hand to part the man's skirt, revealing the dark pattern of the white crane on the inside of the shirt.

"It's Bai Sangnan." Fu Guilan stood up and made a firm conclusion.

Yan Xubai still didn't quite believe it, this time he knelt down and observed the face of the male corpse, "That Bai Sangnan in the middle of the world, his fangs were clearly protruding from his cheeks, and his nose and mouth protruded from his face, and his ears were even bigger. It's no different from a dog, except for the wound on his face and the fangs in his mouth, this man doesn't look like that at all...and Bai Sangnan's face is not like this...this man still has a human face..."

"This is the result after [-]% of the medicine faded away. It should be that he turned into a strange thing before the medicine faded away, so that's why he has such a face." Fu Guilan said calmly, his eyes were full of coldness for some reason.

"It seems that Bai Sangnan in Canglan Mountain was really made according to Yunxiu's memory before his death." Yan Xubai got up, shook the snow off his body, "Yunxiu..."

Fu Guilan raised her hand to gather spiritual energy, and then blocked the snow for him.

"Sect Master Yan, Yunxiu should also know how Bai Sangnan could survive in the sealed Beishan full of living corpses." Fu Guilan said in a low voice.

Yan Xubai said: "But, why is Bai Sangnan's body here? And it looks like he was strangled to death by a monk using magic."

Fu Guilan didn't speak, but just sighed.

A sense of fear welled up from Yan Xubai's heart and spread to his limbs, "If Yunxiu didn't lie to me, then the situation that appeared here at Xushi is..."

Fu Guilan nodded with no expression on his face.

It is Beishan Yunzong.

"Then Yun Cang from the Zhengyan meeting." An even weirder thought appeared in Yan Xubai's mind, and he blurted out.

Fu Guilan shook his head and said, "I don't know, but I hope it's not what I think." He turned his head and saw Yan Xubai breaking the mountain in his hand, the blade of the sword glowing brightly and darkly.

"Sect Master Yan..."

"I have a sense of proportion, let Yunxiu see it." Yan Xubai held his breath towards the sword body, and the sword body also slowly exuded sword energy, a wisp of sword energy faintly left from the sword body, and floated directly towards Bai Sangnan's body , coiled around him in a ring, and lingered for a long time.

"Miss Yun, in this situation, I'm afraid Bai Sangnan's soul has become a spirit ghost, so it's hard to find." Yan Xubai lowered his head and said to the sword energy next to the corpse.

The blade of the sword was still bright and dark, and there were some sword sounds, small and weak.

Just like a girl whimpering.

Soon the sound of the sword cry disappeared, and the sword energy quickly returned to the sword body, and there was no intention of escaping elsewhere.

"What about Bai Sangnan's body?" Yan Xubai retracted his sword and turned to ask Fu Guilan.

The countless corpses of strange creatures on the battlefield will be burned in the end, and Bai Sangnan's should be the same.

"I will instruct the disciples in the ashram to incinerate Bai Sangnan's body separately." Fu Guilan said slowly, and then drew his spiritual energy, drew a mark on Bai Sangnan's neck, flashed Move twice and then disappear.

The two returned to the bridge center area and continued to fight with the monks.

After about a few more hours, it was already night, and the snow was getting bigger and bigger, almost like goose feather snow.It seems that one or two batches of monks have been changed, and there are more Yanmen disciples wearing dark gray dragon pattern clothes on the battlefield.

Yan Xubai was still a little worried when he saw them fighting.They are all children who grew up in Yanmen, and they are all around [-] years old now, and they have to come to the battlefield to fight just because of this incident.

Fu Guilan said softly: "The way of cultivating immortals is like this. If we don't encounter it today, there is no guarantee that we will never encounter such a war in this life."

It was another night of wind and snow, and the two had just come down from the battlefield.

It has been almost ten days since Yan Xubai came to the Tiansheng Bridge, and many of the strange things that fell at the hour of Xu today have been wiped out. He and Fu Guilan are sitting and resting by the fire in a corner of the maintenance area.

People come and go around.

The wind and snow did not stop, and for so many days, the corpses on the battlefield were covered with white snow, and the white snow was stained red with blood.A few days ago, there were many fewer deacons and elders chatting in the repair area, but there were also many more injured disciples.

"What do you think?" Fu Guilan fiddled with the wooden branches in the fire in front of him.

"Some ideas, but not very practical." Yan Xubai stared at the fire light in a daze, still sitting upright.

"Do you want to break the barrier of Wangjing?"

Yan Xubai did not speak.

Fu Guilan asked: "What about after that? There is no barrier seal, and I don't know how many evil spirits there are in the realm. If they come out in full force, I'm afraid we won't be able to handle it."

"What if I say there is a way to do it in one blow?" Yan Xubai shook his head, "If it succeeds, it can directly strangle all the evil spirits, but if it fails, the restrictions here at Tiansheng Bridge may have to be strengthened several times."

Yan Xubai looked at Fu Guilan from the side, blinked his eyes, and there was some excitement in his eyes: "Sir, do you want to try?"

"How sure?" Fu Guilan asked.

"Half and half, maybe I need my husband to help me."

The wind and snow were wanton, and the conversation between the two gradually disappeared into the wind.