After being wronged and rehabilitated

The familiar roar of the snow wolf shook the thick dust deep in Xiang Chongjing's memory, rustling down, revealing the tip of the iceberg.

The monks of the Three Realms are divided into three sects. The sect that Xiang Chongjing belonged to 60 years ago is one of them, called "Quyizong", and Su Cansheng is the elder brother of one of the other three sects, "Shangyaofeng".

Xiang Chongjing listened to the approaching howl of wolves, and vaguely recalled that when he was a guest at Shangyao Peak, he saw the snow wolf covered in white and looked so majestic, so he wanted to take a closer look, but was almost caught by the wolf. The ferocious snow wolf bit off half of his arm.

At that time, Su Cansheng was still unfamiliar with him, so he didn't even look at him, he just warned the two tall snow wolves indifferently: "Don't eat indiscriminately, it's dirty."

Xiang Chongjing, whose finger was about to be bitten to bleed: "..."

Since then, Xiang Chongjing has been a little afraid of the wolf.

Now that Su Cansheng asked the snow wolf to find him, he really wished that the wolf would chew him like a bone and swallow him.

Before he had time to think about it, Xiang Chongjing reckoned the position, and hastily raised his hand to touch the boy's head: "Thank you, see you again."

After all, Xiang Chongjing changed his leisurely and lazy attitude just now, as if there was a ghost behind him locking his soul, his toes were covered with twin flames, like a phoenix bathed in fire heading south.

The young man stared blankly at his back being engulfed by the darkness, and raised his hand foolishly to stroke his head.

The next moment, the snow wolf was in front of everyone, and its paws landed heavily, hitting the ground with cracked spider web marks.

The teenagers who finally got up: "..."

Papa, dizzy again.

Sixty years have passed, and the snow wolf monster has long since grown up, its majestic eyes are full of fierce light, it bent down and sniffed the only boy who didn't faint.

The breath of beasts sprayed around the young man, making him close his eyes tightly in fear.

The young man was terrified, his legs were limp, he was swept away by the snow wolf's breath, and he knelt straight on the ground, almost crying again.

Snow Wolf smelled the familiar smell, suddenly roared, and said: "Where..."

Even though the monster has become sane, it is still a beast after all, and being able to barely say these two words is already the limit.

The boy's tears were pattering down, and he stretched out his finger to the north tremblingly.

"That, that, that..."

Snow Wolf looked at the place the boy was pointing at, his fierce vertical pupils flickered on and off, he didn't know whether to believe it or not.

At this moment, the charm on Snow Wolf's ear suddenly lit up, and a cold voice came from the void.

"Chasing south."

juvenile:"……"

The boy immediately retracted Zhibei's hand, for fear of being bitten by a wolf.

Snow Wolf growled at him angrily: "People...bad!"

The young man was shocked by the huge angry roar with spiritual power, his eyes went blank, he couldn't hold on any longer, and fell straight on his face to the ground.

Snow Wolf didn't care about him anymore, and flew away again, flying south to chase Xiang Chongjing.

***

The third watch was approaching, Xiang Chongjing ran faster than a rabbit, and the two clusters of ghostly flames on his shoulders faithfully cleared the way for him, and within a quarter of an hour, he arrived at a random graveyard.

A gust of wind whizzed by, and the surrounding darkness seemed to turn into huge soft hands, slowly crawling towards him like a shadow.

Xiang Chong didn't even look at the mirror, a shadow hand reached out to him, and he kicked it down impatiently.

"What time is it now?"

Xiang Chongjing's cultivation was exhausted, and he could only rely on You Huo to avoid being caught up. He started short of breath after running for a while, but he was still thinking about the time.

The two clusters of fire were sticking out their tongues and spitting out sparks, they seemed to be imitating his tired appearance, and the flames turned into a lamp leak given by the boy.

Xiang Chongjing glanced hastily.

It's almost three o'clock.

He had to go back before the third watch, otherwise he might die even worse.

The lingering howl of wolves came from behind again, Xiang Chongjing slipped his foot and didn't step on it, fell from a stone tablet, rolled several times, and fell into an abandoned grave in embarrassment.

Bad luck.

Xiang Chongjing brushed away his messy hair, spit out the sand in his mouth, and crawled outside with his hands on the old coffin.

It's just that after crawling out of the abandoned tomb, the snow wolf that was chasing after him fell from the sky and landed heavily in front of the mirror. Its body was so huge that the ground almost shook when it landed.

This place was originally a random graveyard, and the muffled sound of a series of coffins shattering under the ground came one after another.

Phase Mirror: "..."

Xiang Chong mirrored expressionlessly raised his head and looked at the wolf head above his head.

The snow wolf's eyes were fierce, and the vertical pupils spread to the whole pupil. It looked like a wild beast gathering momentum before hunting, and even the sound of breathing became deep and rapid.

Xiang Chongjing thought my life was over.

The flames on his shoulders were tremblingly hiding in his hair, but when he sensed that the snow wolf was about to pounce on him, both of them burst out with trembling flames, condensing into the appearance of the fierce beast that frightened the young man before, and bared its teeth and claws, "Aoooo——" , in an attempt to deter the snow wolf.

The snow wolf stretched out its paw and slapped it casually.

The ghost fire was instantly extinguished.

Phase Mirror: "..."

The two little sparks almost cried and ran back to Xiang Chongjing's skirt, and they were so wilted that they couldn't flame.

Xiang Chongjing desperately thought about how to get out of trouble, and his right hand subconsciously covered his immobile left hand—the wound that was abolished by Su Cansheng's sword 60 years ago.

Seeing Xiang Chongjing's action, Xue Lang vaguely remembered how he almost bit off Xiang Chongjing's hand when he first met him.

Some grievances and annoyance appeared in its ferocious pupils, its ears drooped, and it carefully imitated how it behaved to its master, wanting to bend down and lick Xiang Chongjing's left hand.

Lick it and it won't hurt.

Surely he wasn't afraid of himself anymore.

When Xiang Chongjing saw the bloody mouth, he took half a step back in horror.

Snow Wolf froze.

There was some disgust in Xiangzhong's mirror eyes, and he covered his left hand and said indifferently: "Su Cansheng is looking down on someone, even if I lose one hand, I can still kill you. If you want to kill me, let him do it himself."

Xuelang hesitated for a moment, so he had to change his method, wanting to please him first.

But in its sesame-sized head, it didn't have the cognition of "a colossal monster like a small mountain acting like a baby is comparable to an earthquake and natural disaster", and it just rolled around on the ground with its body that could crush a hundred mirrors to death.

The coffins buried deep in the ground in the mass graves began to shatter again.

Phase Mirror: "..."

Xuelang acted obediently towards him: "Wow."

But in Xiang Chongjing's eyes, the ferocious beast looked at him as if it was eating food, opened its mouth full of fangs, roared angrily at him, and tried to swallow him into its belly.

Xiang Chongjing's meridians were in disarray, and he was almost spit out blood by the pressure of the spirit beast so close at hand. He held the two fire seeds, and couldn't help taking another step back.

Then... fell into that abandoned grave again.

Snow Wolf thought he was buried, and immediately pawed anxiously to dig him out.

Phase Mirror: "..."

The dirt was planed by the snow wolf's paws and flew up and fell on Xiang Chongjing's body, almost burying him with one paw.

Xiang Chongjing was unbelievable, did this stupid wolf plan to bury him alive when he saw that he was not dead? !

Xiang Chongjing has become famous since he was a child, and his sword has shocked Kyushu, no matter how downcast he is, he will not be crushed to death by a little wolf cub.

Looking at the soil that was being picked up and dropped by the snow wolf, Xiang Chongjing's expression turned completely cold.

He struggled to hold the two fire seeds, and was about to activate his spiritual power when he suddenly froze.

The kindling seemed to be a bone the size of half a knuckle, and felt like jade. The two clusters of ghost fire were waiting for Xiang Chongjing to make a move, but Xiang Chongjing did not move for a long time.

You Huo looked at him blankly.

Xiang Zhongjing, who was still looking to kill a wolf just now, broke down and said, "Which fire should I use? Red? Blue? I beg my ancestors, why can't you fuse together?!"

In this urgent situation, he was caught in a dilemma again.

You Huo: "..."

Seeing that the soil that Snow Wolf dug up was about to bury Xiang Chongjing alive, You Huo let out a loud sound, as Xiang Chongjing said, intertwined with red and blue flames, and urged him anxiously.

Seeing that he had no choice, Xiang Chongjing immediately activated the trace of spiritual power accumulated in his body for many years, and the Youhuo burst into flames, almost roasting Xiang Chongjing's hand like a pig's trotter regardless of whether it was the enemy or us.

Phase Mirror: "..."

The red and blue flames used all their strength to release the overwhelming flames to form a wall of fire, blasting the entire abandoned tomb to the ground, and the snow wolf was caught off guard by the flames and flew out.

Xiang Chongjing stood up with difficulty, stumbled and ran forward.

Not far away is the familiar white jade coffin, as long as he escapes in, even the sound of silkworms can't hurt him at all.

The snow wolf's paw was bald by the flames. It stared at the bare paw for a long time, and suddenly let out a grievance cry.

The order given by the master is too difficult, where can the mirror be taken away casually?

This is great, bald.

Xuelang was so wronged that he couldn't do it, but the master couldn't disobey the order, so he got up and ran towards Xiang Chongjing again, intending to take him back by force.

It doesn't know how to talk, let the master talk to him.

Hearing the commotion behind, Xiang Chongjing glanced back inadvertently, and gulped at Xuelang's murderous lunge.

Phase Mirror: "..."

At this moment, the light leak at Xiang Chongjing's waist made a slight crisp sound.

In the pitch-black mess of graves, two extremely bright lights suddenly appeared, almost blinding Xiang Chongjing's dimly lit eyes.

The radiance was so great that the high walls of fire built by the two clusters of ghostly fires were all robbed of their radiance.

Xiang Chongjing froze, and his face finally changed.

The third watch has arrived.

In a place that cannot be seen by the mirror, the mass grave was surrounded by a huge black shadow in an instant, and the dull sound of the body rubbing against the ground made the teeth tremble and the hairs stand on end.

At the end of the two lamps is the golden vertical pupil of the giant dragon.

The giant dragon in the darkness slowly circled the white jade coffin in the center, blocking Xiang Chongjing's way back to the coffin.

The voice of the evil dragon came from the darkness, like an ancient and deep bell in an ancient temple, with an irrepressible murderous intent.

"Phase mirror."

"Finally caught you."

Phase Mirror: "..."

Before, there was the evil dragon, his enemy who had been sealed for 60 years, and later, there was the snow wolf, his old enemy who had been sealed for 60 years.

Xiang Chongjing suddenly felt that he shouldn't have blown up the abandoned grave just now, so he lay down in it just so he could be buried in the ground for safety.