The first floor of Luhua Tianxia

(15)

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This is Lu Xiaofeng's third day in the Devil's Cult, December [-]th.

The day before the festival.

The snow hadn't stopped yet. A group of people walked in the snow with one deep foot and one shallow foot. They made a straight road on the soft snow, leading to the lake.

The lake is covered with a thin layer of ice, which gets thicker the closer it gets to the shore.Following this bit of power, the Demon Cult guards shook off the huge cloth bag they had brought, slowly piled up the dry firewood inside, floated on the surface of the water, and scooped up the lake water to pour it on, and the water froze into ice within a moment.Carefully stepping on this newly frozen space, the person in front continued to pave the road with straw branches and leaves, and the person behind handed over more materials.

The black fur coat and the black hood were blown loudly, Zuo Xuan was standing aside to oversee the work, and Lu Xiaofeng was standing beside him.Both of them stood for a long time, the snow accumulated on their feet, gradually covering their calves,

Lu Xiaofeng also wanted to feel sympathy for him, why this hard work always fell on him, the left envoy.

Zuo Xuan squinted his eyes and looked at the water, "Why did Hua Manlou leave suddenly?"

"He has more important things to do." Lu Xiaofeng said calmly, and followed his gaze towards the slowly building ice bridge,

"The bridge will be frozen for one night after it is built." Zuo Xuan didn't ask any more. Walking alone and being trampled on by everyone tomorrow require a completely different load-bearing. reliable.

"You said, tomorrow we went to the Golden Jade Pagoda opposite, what are we waiting for?" Lu Xiaofeng turned his eyes back to him,

"I'm waiting for you, Lu Xiaofeng." These five words were blown in the air by the wind. After Zuo Xuan finished speaking, he walked towards the lake and called someone to explain something.

Lu Xiaofeng would feel bored and cold after watching it, so he had to go back.

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A group of people were swimming like a black snake on the vast white land, and Lu Xiaofeng saw Yu Tianbao who he had seen that day before the long case, except himself, everyone was dressed in impenetrable black, dragging those few A boxy wooden box,

After the disciples in black went to set up the altar first, Lu Xiaofeng and several Dharma protectors finally crossed the river.

As far as the eye can see, the other side of the river is as dead as this side.

Except for a tower full of cracks and scars.When Lu Xiaofeng stepped on the steps, he was surprised to find that there was a golden light shining in the crack. Looking closer, he found that the stone wall was filled with gold. The orange color that night was the gold in the crack.

Golden Jade Pagoda, Golden Jade Pagoda, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly realized that the name actually meant the literal meaning.

Seeing his expression, Daoren Gu came over and explained to him that this was originally the altar of the Devil's Cult, but it was abandoned later to avoid being too conspicuous, so he rebuilt it with black stones.

The door hinges turned and made a harsh creaking sound. After Lu Xiaofeng entered, there was a slightly bright open hall. Inside the hall were several rows of semi-arc-shaped stairs, behind which was a huge golden curtain.

In the center of the hall, a sarcophagus is solemnly placed, with wreaths in front of it.

Yu Luocha's body was burnt to ashes on the first night of Lu Xiaofeng's arrival, this empty sarcophagus is just a symbol.

The coffin is always an unlucky implication, an image that everyone avoids.Yu Luocha is not a Han Chinese. Not only does he not shy away from the box that symbolizes death, but he placed a coffin in the center of the conference hall at the beginning of the establishment of the religion.

Wherever the Demon Cult goes, it brings nothing but death,

As long as it is a human being, it is inevitable to escape death, and the leader of the Demon Cult himself cannot defeat the god of death.

When he ordered the coffin to be laid down, he might have already underestimated this point.

Twenty or so people all in black bowed their heads and knelt at the bottom of the stairs, the envoys on the left and right, Gu Daoren and Yu Tianbao stood at the top of the stairs.Everyone, those who were kneeling or standing, seemed not to have seen Lu Xiaofeng who walked in one step later,

Holding a dark altar in his hand, Zuo Xuan walked down the stairs step by step. He was still required to carry out the sacrificial ritual.

He walked very slowly, with certain pauses and pauses.Everyone held their breath and looked up at him, Yu Tianbao stood motionless, his eyes swept over the faces of the people kneeling on the ground, stayed on this face for a while, and then turned to the next one.

All the people kneeling on the ground suddenly raised their heads together, looking at Zuo Xuan's people and the altar in his hand, with solemn and respectful expressions on their faces.

Lu Xiaofeng probably knew that this black altar was Yu Luocha's ashes altar, Zuo Xuan walked slowly to the disciple who was closest to the stairs, the other disciple stretched out his hands forward, as if expecting something,

When Zuo Xuan poured the ashes into the opponent's hands, Lu Xiaofeng's expression changed.When he saw the man eating up the ashes in his hand with an almost solemn expression, Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but shudder.

The expressions of the remaining kneeling people also changed. Those who got ashes licked their palms obsessively, while those who hadn't got ashes watched them eat jealously.

In the cold hall, there was only the continuous sound of saliva and swallowing.

It turned out that this was the Heavenly Festival, Lu Xiaofeng seemed to be turned inside out, gagging from the deepest place,

"Lu Xiaofeng, next, it's you." Zuo Xuan's voice only called out all his souls and souls,

"I what?"

"What the leader asked you to do before he died."

Lu Xiaofeng suppressed his nausea and didn't look at him. He reached into the other cloth bag on his waist and took out an iron box with holes in it.

When it was opened, the inside of the box was wrapped in red cloth, and a fiery red scorpion was lying in it. The scorpion was alive and trapped in the box by the steel wire. At this time, the box opened from the outside and struggled.

Seeing the scorpion, everyone was surprised but also sympathetic.

"What does this mean?" Daoist Gu couldn't help but be the first to ask,

"This scorpion was fed by Yu Luocha during his lifetime. He said that it is extremely poisonous and there is no cure for it. Who of you will try it?" Lu Xiaofeng seemed to be joking,

Under Zuo Xuan's signal, one of the kneeling disciples got up and walked over, put his hand into the box,

The poisonous scorpion that had been imprisoned for a long time was writhing anxiously, smelling the anger, and suddenly plunged its tail down. Before the man could even make a sound, he fell down like a wooden stake, and his muscles shrank instantly.

Lu Xiaofeng put the scorpion and the box on the stone steps,

"There is an antidote for the poisonous scorpion, but no one can prepare the antidote in advance for this poisonous scorpion. This method is really fair."

"What's fair?" Zuo Xuan said, but he couldn't stand it and took half a step back.

Lu Xiaofeng clapped his hands, "Don't you all want to know what Yu Luocha said to me before he died? Yu Luocha did tell me who Yu Tianbao is."

"Who is it?" Everyone stared at him,

Lu Xiaofeng pointed to the box on the ground, then looked at Yu Tianbao standing behind Zuo Xuan,

"It's about asking it."

A burst of laughter came, it was Daoren Gu.It was a deep laugh, the kind of chuckle you can't help but feel when the fish in your hand bites the hook.In response to the laughter, the stone door opened slowly again, and it was Tang Tu who came out.

Lu Xiaofeng's expression didn't change, he didn't even look away.In this world, there are many ways to make two people look exactly the same. Yu Tianbao happens to look the same as Tang Tu. Whether it is a coincidence or artificial, he does not want to find out now.

"Yu Luocha sent him to the Tang Sect for a very important reason," Lu Xiaofeng stared at the writhing scorpion on the stone steps, "Yu Tianbao has a talent, born to be invulnerable to all poisons."

"Both of you let the scorpion bite you, and let the scorpion take its course. If you have something to do, you will die here today anyway, and death by poisoning is easy and neat."

After finishing speaking in one breath, Lu Xiaofeng looked at their expressions.As soon as he raised his head, his eyes just shot into Tang Tu's bloodshot eyes, but Zuo Xuan and You Shi stood calmly aside, not sure if they were shocked by his words, or they were just thinking about what to do next.

Yu Tianbao's legs were already weak, he looked to Zuo Xuan for help, the latter remained silent, only from his absent-minded expression, he clearly saw his fate.

"Young master, please." The three words were spoken from the voice of the right envoy who lacked emotion, and Yu Tianbao had no way to retreat.

Lu Xiaofeng was right, this method of death was not the worst outcome.

Tang Tu's expression was both fear and longing at the moment Yu Tianbao fell down.All eyes followed his footsteps, and no one was willing to pay any attention to the corpses he stepped on.The most eager of all these gazes is Gu Daoren, his hawk-like eyes have completely forgotten to hide.

What he was confident about was not Tang Tu's identity, but the poisonous scorpion.

A poisonous scorpion, no matter where it comes from, can't trouble the real young master of the Tang family.Wherever the corner of his eye passed, the eyes of everyone under the steps were already filled with similar expectations.

Yes, these Tang Sect disciples in disguise are all waiting, waiting for their young master to ascend the throne of the Demon Sect today.

how can that be,

Tang Tu's pupils flushed red for an instant, but his face was ashen-gray in contrast. This turn of events made everyone in the audience astonished, and there was no sound at all.A touch of pain crossed his face, and Tang Tu died.

There was water on the tip of Gu Daoren's nose, he didn't know whether it was from cold sweat or from the heat of his heart, the corner of his mouth twitched, but it was still tightly closed.

Lu Xiaofeng's first reaction was to look at Zuo Xuan, but the other party still acted like he had nothing to do with him.

When he opened his mouth, his voice was still calm, "Lu Xiaofeng, what do you think we should do now?"

Before he asked this question, Lu Xiaofeng had already thought about it in his heart.

The person who asked the question knew that he couldn't answer, "Both of them are dead, which can only explain one problem, what you told us is false."

Zuo Xuan's voice fell into the hall like a struggling scorpion, rustling, Lu Xiaofeng's back was stiff,

A shadow flashed across Zuo Xuan's eyes, a happy shadow, "There is only one way to solve it right now."

"They are all dead, you, Lu Xiaofeng, will stay and take over as the leader of the Demon Sect."

Everyone under the steps staggered and fell to the ground, one black next to another, Gu Daoren couldn't bear it anymore,

"Those who use poison will die from poison, and those who use sword will die from sword." Zuo Xuan stared at him, "This is also a very fair thing."

Lu Xiaofeng wanted to laugh a little bit.He already understood why Zuo Xuan was so silent before, and why he was so indifferent to Yu Tianbao and Tang Tu's death.He just kept waiting, waiting for the chance to say this.

The poison is of course in the ashes.As for why the disciples of the Tang Sect couldn't eat it, and wanted to enjoy the ashes of the enemy pretending to be obsessive, or they couldn't understand what they ate in their mouths.

There was a crisp metallic sound from outside.It was the silver bell tied around the horse's neck ringing in the wind, as if he could see a horse galloping in the wind and snow.

Lu Xiaofeng's heart darkened, he knew who was here, and he also knew that person would definitely come back.

He never wanted this person back at this time.

He and Gu Daoren, two people who have been famous in succession, have to face two masters who have never been heard of in the world, but it is a battle that is destined to lose.In this eerie and silent situation, it was not easy for him to stand calmly.

Zuo Xuan moved a bit, and this move has already captured Lu Xiaofeng's attention to the extreme.Lu Xiaofeng stared at his movements without blinking, and found that he just kicked away the iron box containing the scorpion.

The iron box flipped in the air, about to fall into the box in the corner of the hall.The lid of the box was opened, and the remaining paper figurine wreaths and other things were piled inside.

The paper figurine suddenly opened its eyes and jumped out.The colored thread wrapped around his body fell off and rushed straight to Zuo Xuan.

Sikong Zhaixing has assumed all sorts of strange appearances in his life, this time, for Lu Xiaofeng, a friend, he pretended to be a paper figurine.People will forget the name of the thief, although his martial arts are not as good as his handiwork, they are still ranked high.

What's more, in this desperate situation, people's martial arts can always be more than [-]%.

In the colorful lines all over the sky, the sword light is mottled and mixed. Gu Daoren's swordsmanship is the same as his face at the moment, with a biting coldness, seven seven and forty-nine moves, each of which is perfect, like peeling off the cocoon, I don't know if it can be done Peel off the floating dust in Zuo Xuan's hand.

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't concentrate on the result,

The bells outside died away, and the rider had dismounted and was about to enter the field.

The right envoy, who had been invisible for a long time, suddenly seemed to come alive, and he rushed out, Lu Xiaofeng followed closely behind him.

The outside world is so white, super clean.Ximen Chuuxue stood in this spotless world, watching them.

There was no smile in Ximen Chuuxue's eyes, but Lu Xiaofeng's heart warmed. How could he have forgotten before that in this world, when he was in real danger, only this person could save him.As for the other person he thought, he didn't come.No matter what the reason was, Lu Xiaofeng only felt grateful.

People in this world can only feel awe when they see Ximen Chuuxue.If he regards you as an enemy, it should be regarded as a sacred respect, and death is also a kind of glory.

No one would show a heartfelt and happy smile like the right envoy at this moment.

The Demon Cult has its own rules, and private provocations are never allowed. He has been waiting for this opportunity to meet Ximen Chuuxue for a long time.