Advise Qingshan

The deeper Wen Xing walked, the stronger the smell of blood became.

They saw broken swords and jade pendants one after another near the palace, traces left by crawling on the ground, and even found a section of human forearm bone in the place where the traces were the most messy.

Song Xuan's hand holding the sword trembled a little, "This can't be the disciples who came down first?"

Bai Xiao remained silent for a while, and said euphemistically, "When I came down to look for someone, I didn't hear anyone's voice down there."

Wen Xing, who was walking in the front, suddenly raised his hand and told them to stop, "There is a figure ahead."

We have come to the palace here, the water plants are half a foot deep, Wen Xing and the others carefully lowered their chests and began to check. The man in front of the palace is a middle-aged man with fine lines hidden in the corners of his eyes.

He has long white hair below his knees, complicated clothes, and countless dark patterns embroidered on his head. It looks like an auspicious pattern from long ago. He holds a faint blue night pearl in his hand and sits on a sloping eaves, like Dozing off.

Song Xuan stared at this man, his demonic aura was restrained, he couldn't tell he was ugly, just about to take a closer look at the man, when suddenly a sword flashed like a bright light in his field of vision, he couldn't help being horrified, he suddenly fell back and fell He fell headlong and couldn't help but let out a very low exclamation.

Bai Xiao rushed over and covered his mouth, reprimanded, "What are you yelling about?"

When he raised his head again, the demon was still leaning there, not moving for a moment, as if he was ignorant of everything here.

Song Xuan gestured to them, "Did you see it just now? A blue light. It's as beautiful as the sword light of Chongning Xianjun."

Wen Xing glanced at him, and said plainly, "It's not as good-looking as the sword light of Xianjun."

Bai Xiao pushed Song Xuan's head off the grass, and said angrily, "Shut up, compare everything to Immortal Chongning, are you blind? That's the reflection of the mirror."

It turned out that the squinting and drowsy monster man had a pair of transparent crystal mirrors on the bridge of his nose. Shengsheng made his young face look old on the verge of death.

Bai Xiao said, "I heard that the Yaozu have countless crystal veins, and they are also very good at making crystals. They grind the crystals into lenses and put them on the bridge of their noses, so they can see clearly from far away."

He gave Song Xuan a hand, "Let's go, this person, the monster is probably going through the five declines of heaven and man, it's not easy to mess with, let's go around."

Song Xuan was dubious, "Five declines of heaven and man? The level of a half-step ascension master? Is it true or not? Just now I fell, he is like a blind man, he didn't see it."

Bai Xiao held his breath, this wimpy Song Xuan was terrified all the way to death, but he talked too much, Bai Xiao was so angry that he felt that his self-cultivation had been fed to the dog, and said, "He didn't see it? What are you doing before seeing that sword light? Pulling weeds! If he didn’t see you pulling weeds and moved a little bit, how could you see the light like ‘Chongning Immortal Monarch’s sword light’ emitted from the mirror in the past?”

Under Bai Xiao's reprimand, Song Xuan shrank into a weak quail.

He followed Bai Xiao, and was about to leave, but found that Wen Xing behind him hadn't moved, so he couldn't help but turned his head and gave him a puzzled look.

Wen Xing slowly pulled out the saber from his waist, the edge of the sword was cold.

Song Xuan was shocked, thinking that he was going to duel with the monster, almost pounced on him to call his father, and tried to persuade him, "My big brother, what are you doing, we can't beat the demon cultivator who is degenerate, so run away to save your life!" .”

Wen Xing looked obliquely behind him.

Bai Xiao seemed to sense his gaze, and with a slight smile, he suddenly stretched out his hand and held Song Xuan down from behind. He didn't know if it was Song Xuan's illusion, but he only felt that the strength of this hand was astonishing, and it didn't seem like he had just experienced it. It can be used by injured people.

"Little friend Song Xuan." He looked at Wen Xing, but called Song Xuan's name, with a sense of tenderness and condemnation for no reason, "Are you willing?"

Song Xuan was stunned.

The next moment, an erratic voice suddenly sounded in his ears, like weeping and complaining, like a magic voice pouring into his ears, and like a heavy hammer hitting his brain, knocking him out of his wits, the voice repeated one sentence after another , like the phantom of Sen Luo in Eight Thousand Hells, making it dizzy.

Obviously, a magic technique that focuses on sound confusion.

The line between Bai Xiao's brows was dripping red, he smiled, and asked very lightly "Are you willing to ask me? Think about it, how many years have you practiced swordsmanship? But you still can't worship the Chongning Immortal Lord." It's under the door."

This seems to be a technique of confusion, Song Xuan seems a little confused.

"Look..." Bai Xiao pointed at Wen Xing in front of him, his appearance became more and more beautiful, and his voice was extremely charming, like whispering in a lover's ear, "Look at you, this person in front of you, but with a single A face, such a beautiful face, won the favor of Xianjun easily. You say..."

"Why?"

These three words were said by biting Song Xuan's earlobe, and their power was extraordinary. Seeing Song Xuan's veins twitch violently, and his hand was already on the hilt of his sword, Wen Xing looked at him with a trace of pity on his brows Look, do not know who is sympathetic.

He shook his head very lightly and said, "You are mistaken, I am not."

This technique is obviously very powerful. To deal with Song Xuan, a weak-minded little cultivator, every time Bai Xiao said a word, his pupils shrank a little, and in the end, there was only a black spot the size of a pinprick left.

Wen Xing frowned, "Be more sober."

Song Xuan couldn't listen anymore.His eyes were red, and he drew out the long sword suddenly, and he didn't talk about sword skills, he directly slashed at Wen Xing's left shoulder while holding it, Wen Xing turned his head to avoid it, and clamped the long sword with his right hand.Unexpectedly, this person is not good at swordsmanship, but his strength is not weak, but he saw Bai Xiao's frightening smile from the corner of his eyes, and he didn't care about it, he directly supported him and threw himself forward to the left, avoiding a prairie fire talisman sideways, and the talisman dissipated like lightning In the water, it turned into a seven-foot-high flame.

The water waves hit, Wen Xing's long sword came out of its sheath, and slashed horizontally, the impact was split in two, and it roared past their bodies, Wen Xing glanced at the demon cultivator sitting behind him and did not move However, the water waves disappeared half a foot away from him.

He turned his head and looked at Bai Xiao, "How are you doing?"

Bai Xiao smiled very shallowly, blood flashed between his brows, and his expression became erratic again. He asked, "Song Xuan is not reconciled, Wen Xing, what about you? Do you hate it?"

Wen Xing's body is the son of the Jiang family, and this person called him Wen Xing, and this place is obviously already the central part of this demon's dream.

Just now Wen Xing released the restraint on Song Xuan. He got up from the ground, walked upside down, and stabbed Wen Xing with his sword. Looking at Bai Xiao, "It's useless to me."

Bai Xiao sneered, "Really? Elder Xue Song, the first disciple of the Immortal Monarch, I think your negative emotions are much bigger than that of Song Xuan."

Wen Xing looked at him, and said coldly, "It's nonsense."

Bai Xiao snapped his fingers, "The elder is indeed an open-minded and transparent person. I don't think the elder holds any grudges for treating you like this when he was a disciple."

He took out a folding fan out of nowhere, "However, there is one thing I just want to ask the elder. I am very interested in Tongyou, and I ask the elder to explain some things for me."

Wen Xing looked at him without saying a word.

Bai Xiao didn't need his words either, he just talked on his own

"As for me, I learned from ancient books that it is said that Tongyou enters the body, just like ants gnawing at the meridians of the whole body. It is a bit more violent than Ling Chi. Extend it a little bit, insert the bone and flesh with a puff, and the person will stare and kick his legs and tremble all over, but he can't cry out because of the pain, and can only make a 'cluck' sound in his throat."

"Even, during the interrogation of the prison, no one could survive. They all twitched all over, and they only got into an inch when they had some seclusion, and then they burst into tears, and the whipping was the same as the live frog on the stick. .”

He licked his lower lip, and said with a coquettish smile, "I dare to ask the elder, is the feeling of the blood vessels being broken inch by inch, is it really that painful?"

Wen Xing showed no expression, he just said, "What does it have to do with you?"

Bai Xiao smiled, and said, "It has nothing to do with me, I'm just curious."

"Elder Wen, the meridians are all broken, and you don't like the master. You don't want to cut off the meridians for the rest of your life, and you use Tongyou to continue the meridians. This doesn't seem to be a decent method for a famous school? Besides, so what? You have been trapped in the White Prison for so many years, how much better is it than death?"

"I'm really curious, why haven't you gone crazy for so many years without the sun?"

Wen Xing's expression remained unchanged, as if Bai Xiao was talking about a completely irrelevant bystander, and it was still the same sentence "What does it have to do with you?"

He held the long sword in his hand, drew the sword out of its sheath, and drew a sword light as cold as a long moon and snowflakes.

Ye Zhuo was sitting comfortably in the teahouse when he suddenly knocked over the teacup.

He immediately stood up, and regardless of Xiao Er's face, he dodged sideways and flew into the lake, but he bumped into something, after searching for a long time, he couldn't even touch a drop of lake water.

This is the automatic picketing system of the large formation. Ye Zhuo does not have the authority of the immortal monarch now, just like the most ordinary mortal in this game.

He flicked his sleeves fiercely, but there was nothing he could do.

The first moment Wen Xing drew his sword, he discovered that Bai Xiao's strength far exceeded expectations.

He drew his sword and hit Bai Xiao's brow with a "half a foot of snow on the long street".This move is the seventh move of the Xiaquan Palace sword move, the move is just like the name, it is as light and elegant as snow, falling on the eaves of thousands of families.It seems that there is no attack, but it can make the world white, and the filth disappears.

His sword can be described as thunderous, Wen Xinggui is the first disciple of the Immortal Monarch, although he has been imprisoned in the White Prison for a long time, he has not been able to find a long-time famous senior to discuss the sword, but he has also retreated from the demon clan several times on the top of the spring, it can be said that it is less than half a step up There were few opponents, but Bai Xiao suddenly took two steps back, moving like a ghost, the tip of the sword brushed against his neck, and it was dissolved with only some blood.

Of course Wen Xing didn't just want him to bleed, he borrowed strength from the water waves, the long sword suddenly moved sideways, splitting a waterless gap in an instant, jumped up, borrowed a little force on the curly water plants, the sword light Straight to stab Bai Xiao's skull Tianling.

Bai Xiao swung the long sword with the iron bone fan, but he was not so calm. He fanned it across his chest, his mouth was numb from the shock of the sword, but his eyebrows and eyes were still bright and smiling. Can't hold me back."

He whispered in Wen Xing's ear, like a sympathizer's whisper, "Guess in the dream, can I kill you?"

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