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He will die too.

This is Yanzhi's first encounter with this concept. In his eyes, Yan Huai is always very resilient, and he will be indifferent to others' sneering and trampling.

He remembered Yan Huai's eyes when he saw him for the first time. At that time, a finger fell down on the silk cloth, and a pair of dark green eyes came into his eyes. They were not evil, neither good nor evil. Only those eyes silently showed that this person would surrender to him in this life. he.

"I am your master Yanzhi."

He tried to catch the emotion in Yan Huai's eyes, but there was no wave in those eyes, maybe because he couldn't speak, Yan Huai just nodded submissively.

Yan Zhi thought, he probably laughed a little at that moment, he wants to keep a sword with his own hands, a sharp sword that belongs to him alone.

Time has proved that he was right in saving Yan Huai. Even the reshaped meridians did not affect the speed of Yan Huai's cultivation.

When did you hurt Yan Huai for the first time?It seems that Qianqiu complained to him, but Yan Huai knelt in front of him without saying a word.

Yan Zhi turned the dagger in his hand, and when he leaned over, he stabbed Yan Huai's shoulder blade, blood spilled from the side of the blade, the blood color was darker than ordinary people, Yan Zhi knew what it meant.

"Does it hurt?" he asked him.

Yan Huai seemed to frowned, and replied in a low voice: "It doesn't hurt."

Yan Zhi was very satisfied with his answer. When Yan Huai drew the knife, Yan Huai trembled, and he tried his best not to kneel down. His clothes were stained with blood. Yan Zhi turned around with the dagger in his hand, and said in a somewhat lax tone, "You It is my sharpest sword, do less useless work."

"Yes."

Yan Huai has always been emotionally indifferent, it seems that nothing in this world can stir up a little bit of turmoil in his eyes, even if Qian Qiu unreasonably punishes him, even if Yan Zhi's palm makes his blood surge, he will not reveal any extra emotion.

Such a person would sometimes become weak and faint.

Will you die?Yan Zhi held the Seven Star Sword, and when the sword came out, golden light enveloped the entire courtyard, the aura of heaven and earth frantically flocked to this place, was received by the Seven Star Sword Master, and spread out into the aura of vitality and slowly rushed towards the person on the couch who had no tendency to wake up.

He didn't want him to die.Yan Zhi thought, he just hoped that Yan Huai would not bother with his ascension to the supreme throne, the reason for the attack was obviously not to hurt him so far.

It is really not easy to turn the aura of heaven and earth into a water spirit. When the faint blue light covered the light golden spiritual power and permeated the icy cold pool, Yan Zhi also stopped his hand. Even the Seven Star Sword was covered with a layer of blue. His fingertips moved slightly, quietly Watching Yan Huai sinking slowly into the pool.

"Until I come back, no one is allowed to enter the cold pool of the underground palace."

He set up a spirit-gathering array, and the cold pool water nourishes and restores Yan Huai's vitality, and supplemented with thousands of years of aquatic spiritual materials to nourish Yan Huai, Yan Huai should be fine.

Yan Zhi washed Yan Huai's marrow in advance, and turned his spirit into Yan Huai's use. This was the best way he could think of, and he could do it, to restore and replenish Yan Huai's original spiritual power.

In addition, Yan Zhi also made a little trick. He sealed Yan Huai's spiritual consciousness. Before he came back, Yan Huai would only maintain a semi-comatose state of absorbing spiritual power, and would never wake up.

With Yan Huai's current body, he absolutely can't let bloodletting save others.

Yanzhi and Chunqiu Shiyi reunited outside the palace, Chunqiu was dressed in black, with streaks of red entwined, she just leaned on her forehead lazily, and only glanced at Yanzhi when she saw Yanzhi was coming.

The group of them selected elite demon cultivators. The purpose of this action was to go to the Demon Locking Tower, which is connected to Jiuxiaotian in the extreme northern region. As for the purpose, it is self-evident.

The Xuantian Sect has set up defenses on the border, and now is not a good time to start a war with Zhengdao. Since they want to sneak into the northern border, they will naturally keep a low profile, but before entering the border area, the eastern border is their world.

Spring and Autumn Eleven didn't want to talk very much, and the banquet was thoughtful. The relative silence between the two of them was fine, until Spring and Autumn Eleven took the initiative to ask: "I killed Li Zhifeng with this act, and you, what is your purpose?" What."

Yan Zhi never thought that Spring and Autumn Eleven would ask him this, he couldn't help being startled when he heard this, what is the purpose?These decades of layout calculations had already begun before he met Yan Huai.

Can purpose...

"I have an intuition that what I'm looking for, what I'm obsessed with, and what I'm obsessed with are all beyond the reach of heaven." Yan Zhi pondered for a while, to be honest, he didn't even know what he was looking for, but he had a feeling , we must find such a thing.

Maybe it's power, maybe it's a thing, or it's a person...

But no matter what it is, he must go to find him, even if the mountains and rivers are far away, the wind and the moon are in a foreign land, even if there are thousands of obstacles after breaking through the sky, even if it is thousands of years, after exhausting the boundless years, he will go, find him.

"Only relying on this intuition?" Chunqiu Shishi smiled, "We must put all our eggs in one basket, and fight against the righteous way and against the common people."

"So what if I'm an enemy." Yan Zhi's eyes turned cold, "What I want to do, no one should try to block my way."

"Interesting." On the eleventh day of the Spring and Autumn Period, she really laughed. The heavens live up to her. In the east, there is the Daojun Rongxie in the north, and the Demon Lord's Banquet in the east. Since they are evenly matched, there will definitely not be a tragedy that was crushed by one side thousands of years ago. reproduce.

She really wanted to see who was the ultimate winner when these two kings fought against each other.

"Rongxie Daoist's reputation is already terrible." Zhu Luo whispered to Chunqiu Shishi, "He received the magic cultivator and lost the Xuantian Stone first. There are doubts about Li Beng, let alone the fact that his junior brother wiped out the entire Hengshan Sword Sect, and the fact that Xuantianzong had an affair with the Demon Cultivator is already unclear."

"If it wasn't for the Hengshan incident, Qianjiu Gongfu's recklessness, Mozun's banquet came later, and Daoist Rong Xie used his own strength to stop Moxiu and let these righteous people realize that he is their biggest backer, and now they are forcing Daoist Rongxie The paperwork for abdication must have piled up long ago."

"In that case, the banquet is over." Chunqiu Shishi narrowed his eyes, "It will do a lot of harm to our eastern border, but not a single benefit, if his power is strengthened."

"I'll let him go down." The curtain rose without wind, and the face outside the curtain was clear, and the dignified and proud Demon King's eyes were serious, "He will understand that it's not our East Territory that pushes him the hardest in this world." , but the people in the world that he wants to protect with all his heart."

"So and so, I'm looking forward to it." Spring and Autumn Eleven smiled very lightly. People in this world love to talk about Lao Shizi's benevolence, morality, propriety, righteousness and shame. Taoist Rong Xie's reputation has been ruined. To them, Rong Xie Daojun's cultivation is probably the last bit of use value.

It's not difficult to guess the meaning of Yanzhi. They won't personally force Rong Xie to abdicate, but some people will do it for them. People's hearts are the most fickle, and it's best to incite them.

Biantiantian has been in business for more than ten years, and it is not impossible to do this kind of thing well.

The notorious Daoist Rongxie whom they talked about had indeed become the target of everyone's criticism, as they wished. However, the ancestor of the demon cultivator of the dual gods in the Eastern Realm couldn't help but be unafraid of righteousness.

At this time, Jing Rong is the highest in the north, and he has to take on this responsibility. It will not benefit anyone to squeeze Jing Rong down.

Even if they are dissatisfied with Jing Rong as Xuantian Sect's suzerain, they can only endure it at this time.

"How do you know that you are not a pawn under other people's schemes." Nan Siyuan always spoke with deep meaning, and his words were fulfilled early.

He really is a part of the Eastern Realm Banquet's calculations.

At the end of summer, the frost and snow in the extreme north never faded, Jing Rong traveled alone with his hands behind his back, dressed in white clothes unstained by wind and snow, he hadn't been so lonely for a long time.

In the early years, Taoist Tianquan did not allow him to go down the mountain, Jing Rong practiced alone and became a habit without feeling lonely, and accidentally took in Ning's orphans, that was the beginning of his popularity.

Ning Qing was not noisy, and was relatively silent. After going back, his temperament changed drastically, but he was still very gentle towards Jing Rong. After all, without Jing Rong, he would not be able to survive that disaster.

But now, in the eyes of outsiders, his junior brother is already dead.

But what Jing Rong knew was that Ning Qing’s soul lamp was not extinguished. It was a soul lamp he moved to Hengshan. When Jing Rong was alone in the ruins, the weak ignition was particularly eye-catching. Jing Rong picked up the soul lamp and acquiesced in his mouth Zhelan is dead.

From the moment Zhelan was taken away, he knew that it was hard for their brothers and sisters to see each other again.

Let's talk about Mo Lingyun, the person who gave him enthusiasm and taught him the warmth and comfort of the world.

He remembered every moment he swung his sword, his smile was as bright as the sun, and every tear he shed, the pain in his eyes when he was silent.

How could he know at that time that all this, it turned out, was a complete calculation since the first meeting.

But he still can't forget, when he first met Ling Yun's astonishingly bright eyes, it was clearly written all over, and he wanted to live.

It turned out that he was stupid and took the fake show as the truth.

In the extreme northern region, the sky and the earth are one color, and there are no monsters left. Only the Dao Lord of this world is left alone.

Since Jing Rong came back, he has been stationed at the border of the extreme northern region. Although the border of the northern border is also heavily fortified, Jing Rong thought that it would not be difficult for Moxiu to sneak into the northern border quietly. Added Xuanbei boundary guards.

Before he left, Taoist Qingxuan had advised him that it would be better to break through the transformation of the gods as soon as possible; Jing Rong was silent for a while before responding, now is not the time for him to retreat and break through. It's really troublesome.

As a Taoist monarch, Jing Rong couldn't feel the coldness in the extreme northern region, so he simply patrolled alone. Looking at the whole world, there may be less than one or two people and monsters who can hurt him.

He didn't think it mattered, but the elders in the Xuanbei Realm panicked, for fear that the suzerain might make a mistake with them.

"You don't have to follow me." In the fairy sword Lingfeng, the plain white figure had already traveled far away.

If ordinary monks can keep up with Daojun's speed, all the people in the cultivation world don't have to look forward to it. After the war with the demon cultivators, they will still be able to protect them.

The extreme northern region is vast and quiet, and the eyes are full of glaciers and white snow. The scenery has not seen even a monster. It is probably because of his sword beheading the head of the Beishan clan that the thousands of monsters have retreated to the extreme northern region for more than dozens of miles. Not enough.

But Jing Rong still has some hidden worries, maybe it's the confusion about the unknown, or maybe it's thinking about Nan Siyuan's words.

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