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Once the people from Qianjiu Palace came, the chaotic frontier city instantly became a dead city, and the doors of every house were closed. One can imagine the power of Qianjiu Palace in the east, but in this way, another difficulty also appeared. Jing Rong and the others couldn't find a new hotel to stay in.

The other disciples were fine in meditating through the night, but Mo Lingyun only had to practice Qi, and he was really tired after traveling all the way.

Jing Rong pulled Mo Lingyun to let him get closer to him. In the cold night, Mo Lingyun unconsciously moved closer to Jing Rong, and muttered softly: "Master, I'm hungry..."

"Come here again." Jing Rong lowered his tone, and when Mo Lingyun approached, he took out an oiled paper bag as if by magic.

Mo Lingyun uncovered the greased paper, and saw two pieces of shortbread lying quietly on it. It had been a long time since it had been eaten, so it was self-evident who the cake was prepared for.

"Thank you, Master." Mo Lingyun's heart warmed up, he held the cake and gnawed it as lightly as possible, so as not to disturb other disciples who were meditating.

Mo Lingyun couldn't remember when he fell asleep, the fire was extinguished before dawn, and the scene beside him seemed to have never moved.

The Promise Palace is still far away from the border, and they are afraid that they will encounter many things along the way.

But to their surprise, they didn't encounter anything along the way, except for the people from Qianjiu Palace who gave them a standing ovation the day they first arrived, this journey was so peaceful that it was too strange.

"Could it be that Qianjiu Palace greeted you?" A disciple suggested an idea.

"Perhaps." Ning Qing was not too sure.

The eastern region is covered with swamps and dense forests. Ordinary people may sink if they are not careful while walking. Mo Lingyun looked at the surrounding terrain while walking. The location of the Promise Palace is hidden and protected by the phantom formation. They may not be able to reach it.

"I can find it." Ning Qing answered Mo Lingyun's doubts. He let go of his hand and spread out a scroll, which recorded the location of the Promise Palace and the formation protection method in detail.

"Wow, when did you get this?" Mo Lingyun was startled, and asked rather curiously.

"It was recorded by the Sword Immortal thousands of years ago."

Mo Lingyun's eyebrows twitched, and he hesitated to speak: "It's been a thousand years... what if the family moves?"

"No, with the arrogance of a demon cultivator, the Dafa of the guardian formation will change, but the palace will never change." It was that strange yet familiar tone, and Mo Lingyun felt a chill behind his back. He thought that everyone of the righteous way He was upright and upright, and never bothered to be contaminated with so-called calculations, but Ning Qing and Nan Siyuan simply overturned his cognition.

If they think about it, it is clear that they are more scheming than anyone else, and Ning Qing is good at figuring out people's hearts. If he has real power, those who dare to fight with him may be defeated.

Mo Lingyun silently closed his mouth, and Ning Qing continued to count their positions. Only Jing Rong looked at them and said softly: "Senior Sword Immortal's notes are generally correct."

After all, destroying the Promise Demon Palace was also one of the battles for sword fairy Li Zhifeng to become famous.

They went from the early morning to the sunset, the patter of night rain blurred the road ahead, and the muddy ground stopped a group of people from walking. Mo Lingyun leaned against the tree with his sword in his arms, his face was a little cold and wet.

Someone's umbrella was tilted towards him, Mo Lingyun raised his eyes and saw Ning Qing's expression was indifferent, and Jing Rong, who was further away, silently recited a formula, and instantly built a simple defensive formation.

Since entering the Eastern Realm, their morale seems to have been low. Mo Lingyun stopped making noise, and the world became silent. This seems to be the normal way for Xuantianzong disciples to deal with everything.

The drizzle was pattering outside the formation, and there were people in the Qianjiu Palace, thousands of miles away, watching the rain quietly. The palace people heard the news that the palace lord Yan Qi’s life was hanging by a thread. Go, "Let's go."

The former is the orphan of the Shu family, and the latter is the Lord of the Yan family who cannot escape the hard work of recuperating from injuries.

As the young palace master said, Yan Qi should hang his breath.

Then hang on, it doesn't matter how many treasures of heaven and earth are thrown down; his reputation as Yan Huai's number one ghost doctor is not in vain.

Yan Qi is dying, it is not easy to protect his life, the silent palace people come and go, until Yan Huai pushed the door open with Su Mei, Yan Qi's old and withered face appeared. With a smile: "Yanzhi asked you to come?"

The voice is hoarse and unpleasant, which is a sign that the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry.

With the arrival of the two, the other palace servants retreated like a tide.

Yan Huai remained silent, but Su Mei smiled and said: "Young Palace Master is benevolent and filial, so naturally I remember you, Palace Master."

Although Yan Qi is old, he is not stupid. He squinted his eyes and let Yan Huai's needles pierce the acupuncture points, and said: "His competitive heart can't be changed after all, and it's hanging on me. He wants me to watch how he can do what I can't do."

"Isn't it all the same? The Young Palace Mistress always misses you after all." Su Mei was still smiling. She came to protect Yan Huai. The strength may not be enough to support Yan Qi's withered body.

Yan Huai closed his eyes, when the needle was withdrawn, black blood overflowed from Yanqi's body, and was forced to stop by Sumei's spiritual power, the bright red danced on the rough and wrinkled skin, as if it was about to burn Yanqi alive.

The person lying on the sickbed looked better, and then another topic was brought up: "Shu family, are you back?"

"I'm back." It was Su Mei who answered him.

"Still don't want to see me?"

"Aren't you asking for nothing?"

"That's right." Yan Qi closed his eyes, "They won't want to see me."

"You, it's better to keep this confession, it's worthless." Su Mei covered her lips and smiled, seeing Yan Huai turned around and hurriedly opened the door for him.

All the real power of Qianjiu Palace belonged to Yanzhi long ago, and Yan Qikong had the false name of palace master, so he held on to his palace master order and refused to let go, and made an oath with Yanqi by this.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether there is a palace master's order or not, but the two of them have the same goal, and Yan Zhi's competitive spirit has come up, and he doesn't bother to crush the real power to get the palace master's order, and he also ordered everyone to hang up Yanqi. Fate, when he succeeds, he will be the master of Qianjiu Palace.

"Take care of the palace master, don't let him out of this door." Yan Huai said the first sentence of the night, and he was right. The palace where Yan Qi lived had a large array of spirits to keep him alive. If Yan Qi gets out of this door, no one will be able to save him if the spirit gathering formation is broken.

Thinking that he had dominated the Eastern Territory for most of his life, and lived like a walking corpse in the few remaining days, it can only make people sigh that he deserved it.

Yan Qi is a typical example of flying on a branch and turning into a phoenix. He was born in a poor family, and his qualifications are not good enough. He only has a good face. He suffered a lot when he was young. Shun Shui's life began.

Meeting Shu Yanqing, the daughter of the lord of Qianjiu Palace, was the biggest turning point in his life.

A proud girl like Shu Yanqing, who is blind in one eye, has to fall in love with him; but Shu Yanqing's father, Patriarch Shu Yang, is not a fool, he firmly opposes their marriage, and even finds Shu Yanqing There are many disciples of demon cultivators who are better than Yanqi.

But Shu Yanqing doesn't want Yanqi.

She could have whatever she wanted since she was a child, the more her father refused to let her, the more she wanted it, Yan Qi was good at verbal skills, and could endure Shu Yanqing's eldest lady's temper, he smiled and never got angry at her.

Finally, Shu Yanqing was coaxed into becoming the son-in-law of Qianjiu Palace.

Patriarch Shu Yang had a pair of daughters, the eldest daughter Shu Yanqing was pampered, and the second daughter Shu Huayu Wanrou. He was very satisfied with such a life, but the eldest daughter Shu Yanqing married an ordinary demon cultivator who had no foundation and poor aptitude; how could he not angry.

Shu Yanqing has a good foundation, and with the help of magic cultivation skills, she is already the established young master of Qianjiu Palace at a young age, and Yan Qi has always been nothing but a crooked waste in the eyes of Shu Yang's ancestor.

Shu Yanqing saw all this in her eyes, and taught Yanqi their Qianjiu Palace Kung Fu, and also caught a lot of low-level casual practitioners to Yanqi, and she also gave him spiritual power, only hoping that Yanqi's achievements will be higher , her father can recognize her husband as soon as possible.

Before this day, Shu Yang Patriarch passed away, and Shu Yanqing, who was pregnant, could not bear the grief. It was Yan Qi who took care of her meticulously, which made Shu Yanqing rely on him even more.

But Yanqi also has his own plans in his heart. He has bowed his knees and catered to him all these years, in order to ascend to the supreme throne one day; now that Shu Yang, the old man who despises him the most, is dead, who else can stop him?

During her pregnancy, Shu Yanqing was hit hard by the death of Shu Yang's patriarch. During the delivery, Yan Qi specially had someone use medicine to hurt Shu Yanqing's roots. The living soul used extremely cruel means to ascend to the throne of the palace lord.

Shu Yanqing's younger sister, Shu Huayu, has always been ignorant of disputes. After being hit by this chain of blows, she went insane, and only her infant nephew, Ren Yanqi, was left to deal with.

As the saying goes, a tiger's poison does not eat its offspring, and Yan Qi did not kill the child, only named it Yan Hua, and threw it to the palace people to raise it.

He has more important things to do, to practice magic skills.

The cultivation method of absorbing other people's skills is indeed much faster than his own practice. Yan Qi's skills continue to grow, and he also continues to annex other small and medium magic cultivators to expand the territory of Qianjiu Palace.

But what is not your own is not your own after all. Since the Jindan, Yanqi's skill has become more and more difficult to improve, and he has a faint sense of backlash. Yanqi hastily chose the technique of double cultivation and harvesting, but he still couldn't maintain his cultivation. for.

His collapsed body was like a net full of loopholes, everyone was afraid of him and dared not approach him, Jiang Mu's Yan Qi remembered the goodness of his wife Shu Yanqing, and fell into a new round of senseless madness.

It was at this time that Yan Zhi appeared. It was clearly just a child who didn't even have a name and was trained to be a dead warrior, but he was decisive and ruthless different from ordinary people.

The first time Yan Qi noticed Yan Zhi was because he killed his collateral heir, a child, who actually fought against a weak and powerful man in his young age.

Yan Qi didn't have to rely on his own blood to choose an heir, besides, Yan Hua had already developed a temperament that was not suitable for inheriting Qianjiu Palace during the decades of his negligence.

Like Yan Zhi, a like-minded heir, he only set a rule for him, to protect Yan Hua's life.

"I didn't lose..." Yan Qi struggled to get up, he won't lose, Shu Yanqing supported him when he was young, and later he strengthened the Qianjiu Palace by himself, even if it is late now, it is still the same when he meets Yan Zhi His luck.

He will not lose, Yan Zhi will definitely be able to do what he failed to do.