Has the apprentice lost his horse today?

The sky was getting darker, and the breeze was blowing, bringing a strong smell of blood. The screams for help gradually calmed down, and only a group of vultures were left pecking at the severed limbs and arms.

Ye Lansheng landed on the ground, frowned at the tragedy in front of him, and stretched out his hand to summon the Xuechen Sword.

"It's him again." Han Yixuan followed him and landed next to him, frowned and walked forward to squat in front of a stump, picked up a wooden stick from the ground, and fiddled with the corpse, and soon he found it Picking up the thing I was looking for, I walked to Ye Lansheng's side, and said with a wry smile, "Is he really the spirit of Mingyue Xianlou?"

"Perhaps!" Ye Lansheng casually glanced at the token in his hand, walked forward with his sword in hand, and was vigilant about his surroundings.

Because of the other party's special status, he can't feel his existence, so he can only be careful in everything to prevent it from happening.

The vultures were not afraid when they saw someone coming, they still pecked at the prey in their claws, occasionally raised their heads to look at Ye Lansheng, an outsider, and chirped a few times in the sky, looking sad and weird.

"You..." Han Yixuan just wanted to stop him, but after thinking about it, he felt that he wouldn't listen to what he said, so he fell silent in time, summoned his saber, and chased after him in three steps and two steps at a time. Go up to him, "Be careful, he might still be around."

Ye Lansheng glanced sideways at him and nodded.

The two walked carefully all the way side by side, trying to avoid the stumped limbs and broken arms around them. Just as they were about to walk out of the forest, Ye Lansheng suddenly saw a sound corpse facing the ground, with a big hole in its chest, which seemed to be It's like being gouged out of the heart alive.

He paused, and squatted down to look at the corpse, when there was a sudden sound of chaotic footsteps in the forest.

"Master." Ye Lingfeng led the people over quickly, stopped in front of Ye Lansheng, and saluted him.

"You bring..." Ye Lansheng raised his head slowly, and was about to say that you brought his brothers and sisters to wait outside, but when he looked up, he saw a cloud of black mist descending from the sky, attacking Ye Lingfeng directly.

His heart tightened, and he hurriedly threw the sword in his hand towards the black mist, and shouted, "Wind, be careful."

The sword went straight through the black mist, but it didn't hurt him at all. Ye Lansheng seemed to see the young man hiding in the black mist sneer at him, and entered Ye Lingfeng's body.

Ye Lingfeng was taken aback for a moment, and before he could react, he felt his body was broken and in pain, and then his vision went dark, and he lost consciousness immediately.

The disciples following behind were stunned by the sudden scene in front of them, and forgot to move for a long time.

After the black fog killer attacked the person, he immediately came out of Ye Lingfeng's body and attacked another disciple.

Seeing this, Han Yixuan quickly raised his sword and shouted to the stunned disciples: "Go, get out of here."

Then he slashed towards the black mist, preventing him from moving forward.

The disciples came back to their senses one by one, and fled one after another and left the forest.

Ye Lansheng reached out to pick up Ye Lingfeng's fallen body, his pupils narrowed slightly and his brows were tightly knit, "Lingfeng..."

Hearing the sound, the black mist looked at Ye Lansheng indifferently while avoiding Han Yixuan's attack, but when he saw the boy lying in Ye Lansheng's arms intact, his eyes widened in disbelief.

It was originally a human being, and in order to take revenge, it had to bear the grievances of thousands of ghosts in its mortal body. The resentful spirit in the body gnawed and shredded.

But this boy...why wasn't he torn apart?

The young man frowned in thought, and couldn't help slowing down his movements.

Han Yixuan seized the opportunity at the right time, stained the blade with his own blood, and slashed into the black mist with one strike.

The boy hid in the black mist and narrowly avoided his sword, but was still grazed on the cheek by his blade.

The smell of blood suddenly rose, and the tens of thousands of wraiths sleeping in the body were attracted by the smell of blood, and they woke up one after another, struggling to bite his body, trying to replace it.

The young man felt a dull pain in his heart, stretched out his hand to cover the wound on his face, and looked at Han Yixuan angrily, "I want you to never be reborn forever."

"Just let the horse come over." Han Yixuan sneered, shaking off the blood on the blade, the blood melted instantly when it hit the ground, and wisps of black mist emitted from the ground.

"If I don't kill you, I swear I won't be a human being." The young man was furious, and he stretched out his hand to pre-call his saber.Unexpectedly, there was another pain in his heart, and his arms trembled in shock, and the black mist that had turned into the body of the sword dissipated in an instant.

The young man was stunned, and slowly raised his eyes to look at Han Yixuan who was attacking with a sword, gritted his teeth unwillingly, and dissipated into the air as a wisp of black mist, "Leave none of you behind, kill all of you..."

Han Yixuan was startled, he grabbed his sword and went after him, but suddenly there was a dense fog in the forest that was still full of sunset glow just now, and after a while the scene in the forest was covered by the dense fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Shengsheng." Han Yixuan was surprised, took two steps back and wanted to go back to Ye Lansheng, but he went around in a circle, but he couldn't find Ye Lansheng's position, and no one agreed to call him.

Suddenly there was a burst of arrogant laughter from all around, which made Han Yixuan's heart sink, and before he had time to think too much, he felt a chill on his neck, and a cold voice came from behind him.

"Don't move, I'll cut your throat if you move again."

The sword resting on his neck was getting closer and closer, the sword was like his master's voice, faintly chilling, just the momentum, it made people breathless.

Han Yixuan suffocated for breath, put away the artifact, and didn't dare to move any more.

The person behind stretched her and licked his neck, chuckled, "The Body of Cultivating Ruthless Dao is indeed a sacred object in the world, thank you for bringing me such a good gift."

After saying that, he suddenly opened his mouth and bit Han Yixuan's neck.

Han Yixuan only felt a chill on his neck, his whole body suddenly lost strength, and his eyes turned black.

The man let go of him, licked his lips, straightened him, made him look at him, curled his lips and sneered, "Remember my name, my name is Ming Yue Sheng."

Han Yixuan tried his best to maintain a clear mind, trying to see the person in front of him clearly, but his eyes were really hazy, and he only saw a pure white figure in a vague way, that person was dressed in white and had white hair, and there was only a touch of bright red on his forehead. Laughing, Han Yixuan couldn't see clearly, and finally his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

Ye Lansheng poured spiritual power into Ye Lingfeng's body continuously, until he saw that his pale face gradually turned blood-colored, and his eyelashes trembled slightly before he put down the big stone in his heart and put his hand away.

Ye Lingfeng slowly opened his eyes, and was a little dazed seeing the whiteness all around him. He rubbed his forehead and got up from Ye Lansheng's arms, frowned and asked, "Where is this?"

Ye Lansheng suddenly raised his head, only to realize that there was fog in the forest at some point.When he got up in a hurry, he suddenly heard Han Yixuan calling his name deep in the mist, he couldn't help but feel his heart tighten, and replied: "Han Yixuan."

It's just that after waiting for a while, Han Yixuan couldn't wait for a response.

Ye Lansheng's heart sank, and he stretched out his hand to Ye Lingfeng, "Follow me closely, don't get lost."

What touched the hand was a stiff and cold palm.

Ye Lansheng remembers that once, when he just returned to Yuexian Tower from the cold pool, he met Ye Lingfeng who came back from outside. Maybe it was because he had just passed the rain and dew period, and his face was a little pale. Ye Lingfeng was so surprised that he thought he was He was sick, so he quickly took off his clothes and wrapped him up, and rubbed his palms to keep him warm.

It was the first time he had been so close to a person. Although he felt conflicted in his heart, the warm palm made him engrave it in his heart.

He originally had a body of yin and yang, and because of his master's request, he practiced the method of pure yin. At that time, in order to quickly form a spirit, the master locked him on the snow mountain, and suffered from the cold ice for thousands of years every day. After a long time, until he finally cultivated On the day of the practice, I don't know the reason of cold and warm, so every time it rains and dew, other Kunjun may only need an ice lotus to solve the problem. When it comes to him, in addition to the ice lotus, he has to rely on the ice lotus in the cold pool. water to quench the fire in his body.

Ye Lingfeng's palm is soft and warm, not so stiff and cold.

Ye Lansheng raised his eyebrows coldly, directly summoned the saber in his hand, and stabbed the people around him.

The man chuckled, and gradually emerged from the mist.

It was the boy from before... But for some reason, his hair turned gray after only a day of not seeing him.

The young man didn't dodge the sword he was stabbing at, and let the sword pierce his chest, then walked slowly to Ye Lansheng, letting the sword penetrate deeper and deeper.

Ye Lansheng's hand holding the sword paused for a moment, and the man had already arrived in front of him in just a moment of raising his eyes.He wanted to pull the sword out of the young man's body, but the young man raised his lips and laughed loudly, grabbed his hand holding the sword, and said coolly, "It doesn't matter if you forget, I will let you remember it again."

His hand was so strong that no matter how much Ye Lansheng struggled, he couldn't break free from his hand.

Without hesitation, the young man stained his chest with the index finger of the other hand, smeared it on Ye Lansheng's forehead, pointed straight ahead, and said, "Look, what is that?"

Ye Lansheng looked up, and felt his hands loosen. The boy had disappeared, and what appeared before him was a door, and a man was walking left and right in front of the door.

Inside the door, a woman's heart-piercing cry came, which made the man outside the door even more disturbed, asking over and over again if the person inside was alive.

As soon as he finished speaking, the cry of a baby came from inside.The man's frowning brows immediately relaxed, and without waiting for the people inside to come out to announce the good news, he pushed open the door and broke in.

After the man entered the door, he didn't ask about the sex, nor did he look at the newborn baby, but walked quickly to the bed, wiped the sweat off his wife's forehead, kissed her forehead, and said softly, "Thank you Madam. "

The woman smiled gently and shook her head lightly, "Huai'an, please give the child a name!"

The girl carried the newborn baby in front of the man, smiled and said: "Teacher, you are a young master, please give me a name."

Mingyue Huai'an glanced at the baby, then looked back at the woman on the bed, and said with a low smile: "This child happened to be born on the night of the full moon, so let's call him Mingyue Sheng!"

"Young master, thank you for giving me the name." The girl was very clever, happily placed the child in front of the wife, and beckoned the servant to retreat, leaving time for the three of them.

Ye Lansheng looked at everything in front of him coldly, his heart was calm.