The Villain's White Lotus Halo

Under Yin Biyue's intentional restraint, he drank very soberly this time.Avoid the embarrassment of talking nonsense while drunk.

The two set off in the early morning of the second day. In the twilight of the morning, Yin Biyue took one last look at the gate of Yecheng.

The black brick city wall and the bronze gate are majestic and majestic.

He thought, maybe many years later, by chance, there will be a time to revisit the old place.

From Yecheng to Xingshan Temple, crossing the Tixiang Mountains is much closer than taking the Nanlu official road.

Because of the sensation of the Demon Cultivator in the past two days, the village at the foot of Tixiang Mountain, twenty miles outside of Yecheng, was exceptionally quiet. All households were closed and locked, and the roads were empty, except for the smoke from the kitchen.

Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan entered the mountain.Since the beginning of autumn in the southern land this year, there have been continuous wind and rain.The soil in the mountains is soft and moist, and the branches and leaves in the forest cover the sky and the sun.

There is no bright summer daylight, only the dense fog that permeates.If you are not a practitioner, you can hardly see three feet away.

The two walked on the rugged mountain road, walking at a leisurely pace, but the mountains on both sides retreated quickly.At this time, their cultivation base is much higher than when they crossed the Panlong Ridge. Even if they are strolling in the garden, they can shrink to an inch and travel hundreds of miles a day.

At dusk, the endless Titian Mountains have been halfway through.

As the sky was getting darker, Luo Mingchuan stopped, "Rest in the mountains for the night first, and then leave tomorrow morning."

Yin Biyue naturally had no objection.

According to the daily routine, I am more used to meditating at night to adjust my breath, or practice meditation.

Tixiang Mountain is not steep, but rather beautiful and secluded, and the naturally formed caves are also very easy to find.

The shadow of the moon appeared for the first time, but it was cut off by intertwined branches, and only a faint silver light flowed down, illuminating a small piece of rock beside the cave.

The cloud boots stepped on the wet and soft soil, but suddenly stopped.

Yin Biyue looked back, Luo Mingchuan looked calm, just grabbed his wrist and shook his head.

So he released his consciousness and floated into the cave, but there was nothing in the darkness.

Now Yin Biyue suddenly became vigilant.

A cave in a mountain may have cobwebs, vines, insects, and even beasts, but there should be nothing.

Unless there are people inside.

If they are fellow practitioners who are passing by, and there is already a master here, they should open up another place.

But Luo Mingchuan felt the magic breath.

Because of the difference in spirit and soul, Yin Biyue's consciousness is far stronger than his own realm, so he calmed down and felt it at this moment.

It is indeed a magic breath.But it was different from the coldness seen by the autumn lake, this devil's breath was more violent and restless, and mixed with a strong smell of blood.

The grievances between Taoist monks and demon cultivators have been accumulated for millions of years, and they have already reached the point where they will never die.Even if those who came here today are not Cang Ya chief disciples and Sword Master disciples, but ordinary practitioners, if they have the strength to fight, they will not stand by and watch.

Yin Biyue's right hand subconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword.

Luo Mingchuan stopped him.

Then the sound transmission said, "There is only one demon cultivator inside, and his realm is not as good as mine. Junior brother, stay outside the cave and don't come in."

Yin Biyue stopped drawing his sword and decided to follow his senior brother's method.

If you act rashly, you might hold back your senior brother.

Seeing him nodding, Luo Mingchuan took a step into the cave, and his figure disappeared in place.

Yin Biyue was very close to him, but he didn't feel any fluctuation of his true energy.

At this time, his spiritual consciousness drifted into the cave, and he could feel the magic breath overflowing from the depths of the cave, but he couldn't feel the existence of Luo Mingchuan.

Luo Mingchuan spread a layer of 'barriers' all over his body.

His Jialan pupil technique has been cultivated to the third level.Not only can you see through other people's methods, but you can also prevent yourself from being seen through.

At this time, the state he showed was only in the stage of concentrating, his steps were messy, and his breathing was unsteady, like an ordinary practitioner who had been in a hurry for a day and came to rest in the cave for the night.Tired and unprepared.

In a dark cave, the moonlight cannot come in.

The sound of water droplets hitting the rock came from the depths of the cave, and the sound was very clear and echoed endlessly.

Some of the exercises practiced by demonic cultivators require evil spirits, some require fresh flesh and blood, and some require rotting corpses and dead bones.

Darkness is the most natural shelter, and the boundless magic breath surges in like a sea tide.

Luo Mingchuan stood in the cave, seemingly unaware.Just showing doubts on his face, he supported the rough and wet rock wall.

If he is really in the state of concentration, he can't raise a single ounce of true energy at this time.

Perhaps it was because the realm of the comer was low, so the demon cultivator was not too cautious.

Under the cover of the devil's breath, an arm in the black robe suddenly stretched out, with five fingers like iron hooks, it grabbed straight at his neck!

Only the rustling wind could be heard, and at the last moment, Luo Mingchuan turned sideways to avoid the blow!

At this time, the distance between the two of them was extremely close, and Luo Mingchuan's boat sank out of its sheath in sorrow!

"Zheng-"

The moment the opponent sensed the crisis, he withdrew without hesitation!

It's just that Luo Mingchuan's sword was too unexpected, he had been preparing for a long time, and the power of the Hinayana realm was overwhelming, completely sealing off all his escape routes!

Under the silver sword's edge, the man suddenly raised his hand, but he didn't go towards Luo Mingchuan, but patted himself on the chest!

He was hit by this palm and flew out like a broken kite in a strong wind, hitting the cave wall fiercely!

"boom--"

The huge impact caused the entire cave to shake.

That suicidal palm had severely injured him, and two of his chest ribs were broken.But it also gave him incomparable speed to retreat from Luo Mingchuan's sword!

Comparing the two, this is already the lightest injury.

Luo Mingchuan looked slightly surprised, he didn't expect that the other party had such a strong determination to cut off his wrists, and he didn't hesitate to attack him.

Only after experiencing countless life-and-death battles can one form such a terrifying fighting intuition.

But he didn't pause at all, and he was about to strike the sword again!

At this moment, a sword light hit the entrance of the cave, splitting the night sky like lightning, instantly illuminating the entire cave.

It also illuminates the stern eyebrows of the white-haired boy holding the sword.

Yin Biyue just felt the surge of magic breath, and his heart hung high.Hearing the roar in the cave again, and seeing that half of the mountain wall was shaking, his heart was shocked, and he drew his sword and rushed into the cave without thinking.

Luo Mingchuan saw Yin Biyue coming in from the corner of his eye, and Jian Feng subconsciously took a breath.But the interval of this breath is enough to make the opponent with keen combat intuition disappear in place.

The surrounding area has been completely infected by the magic breath, and the aura of heaven and earth has been blocked.Yin Biyue was limited by his realm, the movement of his true energy was sluggish, and he couldn't use his sword power.

Just now the sword fell to the ground, and before he could get up again, he suddenly felt a pain in his back, like a sharp knife piercing his bone!

It was too late to turn around, Yin Biyue stabbed back with his sword, but saw the white shadow in front of him disappearing in a flash, and he was pushed out by a gentle force.

He retreated straight to the entrance of the cave before trying to stop.

Only then did he realize that there was no sharp blade at all, but a solid killing intent.

Taking a closer look, Luo Mingchuan was standing where he was just now.

Shen Zhou pinned the man to the ground through the man's heart veins.

Thick bloody smell filled the entire cave.

Everything was just in the blink of an eye, from Yin Biyue's entry to Moxiu's fall, the dust settled in just a moment.

Yin Biyue stepped forward and saw large swaths of black blood spilling out from under the black robe, while the pale and pale face still remained on a ferocious and distorted expression.

Luo Mingchuan pulled out the sword, blood spattered, his hand was steady, and his expression was calm.

The corpse collapsed and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into a white bone in an instant. The black blood seeped into the soil without a trace.

"Brother..."

Luo Mingchuan turned his head, and saw Yin Biyue staring at him in a daze, with empty eyes and a lonely expression.

He was startled, could it be that he frightened his junior brother?

Yin Biyue lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on Luo Mingchuan's right arm holding the sword, where there was a slight wound.The blood had stopped, but there was still black magic breath lingering.

He said, "Brother, you are hurt."

Luo Mingchuan felt relieved, and smiled, "Skin injuries, it's fine."

His true energy has been running for a week, the magic breath has dissipated, and the wound has completely healed.Only a small patch of blood was leached from the white robe.If you don't pay attention in the dark night, you won't find it at all.

Yin Biyue pursed his lips and did not speak.

If he hadn't rushed in in the end without any rules, Luo Mingchuan would not have been injured because he was distracted from looking after him.

"Okay, let's go."

Yin Biyue let Luo Mingchuan pull his wrist and walked out of the cave.

Following the sound of the water, I walked to a small stream.

Under the silver moonlight, the gurgling stream flows over the rocks, and the silvery water drops splash on the moss by the stream.

Luo Mingchuan began to wash his sword, and said with a smile,

"Junior brother, you did a good job. I couldn't do it so well when I was your age."

Yin Biyue still did not speak.

He knew that the senior brother was comforting himself.

But he still felt that he was too useless.

Just like in every X-point novel, the experienced silly X teammate who follows the protagonist behind him will eventually cause the protagonist to be injured.

He desperately longed to become stronger again, just like the night when he came back from the academy, under such a clear moonlight, he wanted to control his life.

Strong enough that at least when Luo Mingchuan was fighting against others, he could stay by the side instead of worrying where he couldn't see the situation of the battle.Going one step further, you can fight side by side instead of becoming his weakness.

It was the first time Luo Mingchuan saw such a dull junior.

Although the younger brother didn't talk much in the past, after getting along for a long time, he can already feel his emotions.

The younger brother was worried about him, which made Luo Mingchuan's heart feel warm and warm.But he also blamed himself—if he was stronger, so strong that he could retreat without getting hurt, the junior and junior would not be sad.

Luo Mingchuan looked at Yin Biyue who was in deep thought, and for a moment didn't know how to express his relief.

By coincidence, he raised his hand that was holding the sword in water, and directly pinched the young man's face.

The tentacles are delicate and smooth, and the best silk can't be compared with one ten-thousandth of it.

With the dampness of the cold stream, it is like suet white jade soaked in ice water.

Yin Biyue suddenly felt his face turn cold, and looked up at Luo Mingchuan in shock.

His wide-eyed surprised expression made Luo Mingchuan laugh outright.After pinching twice more, he let go, "Junior Brother, if you are not happy anymore, I will continue to pinch your face!"

Yin Biyue immediately covered his face.Feeling too awkward and ashamed again, I hurriedly put my hand down.

While staring, he thought he was very serious and said, "Senior brother! I will be crowned in two years! I am no longer a child!"

The implication is that you can no longer pinch his face like teasing a child.

Luo Mingchuan coughed lightly, and said seriously, "Yes, senior brother knows."

He put his hands behind his back and gently rubbed his fingertips, as if there was still a soft touch left.

But after the quarrel just now, Yin Biyue was no longer dull, and cheered up again.

He was really shocked just now, because in his memory, Luo Mingchuan had never joked with anyone, and he had lost his usual polite and upright manner, as if... more real and lively.

But no matter what kind of senior brother, it is his senior brother.

And I will become stronger and stronger, just like my senior brother.

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Ancient temple hidden deep in the mountains.

As one of the "Twin Temples of Buddhism", Xingshan Temple is even higher than Jiekong Temple in terms of inheritance and orthodox Buddhism.It is a sacred place that the Buddhas all over the world yearn for.

The closest place in the world to Buddha.

However, this place is not a grand hall, nor a majestic Foguang Pavilion, but a remote meditation room.

The ancient beams are decayed, and the lights are dimmed.

Sitting in front of the case was an old monk pinching a rosary, with a haggard appearance and compassionate eyes.

He put the paper on the jumping candlelight, and it instantly turned into fly ash, which was blown away by the night wind pouring in from the window, making it difficult to find traces.

Just like he has practiced Buddhism for many years, the world is like a passing cloud.

The gray-robed monk standing beside him hesitated to speak, "Uncle Master..."

The old monk proclaimed a Buddha's name, and said slowly, "With Buddhist principles in mind, killing and saving people is all compassion. Mr. Zhang Yuan and Master Wuwang also made the same choice as me."

The young monk lowered his eyes, "The disciple has been taught."