The world is the only double in the world

When the man in red returned to the Shenyue Temple, the four envoys were already waiting here.

"Palace Master, my subordinates have carefully inspected the corpses of the thirty officials. The wounds are thin and deep, and there are dark purple pinholes on the neck."

Wu Ya recalled the thirty corpses, the mandala was blooming in blood, placed beside the neck of the dead, as if clinging to it, in the whole world, this kind of provocative and weird killing method was none other than one person.

Gu Xue narrowed her eyes coldly, "Who do you suspect?"

"Chixiao Sword, Huoyun Needle, Mandala..." Wu Ya's eyes were firm, "The world's number one killer, Feng Liuying."

"Feng Liuying?" Die Che's eyes were full of suspicion, "Ten thousand taels of gold, a human head, a Chixiao Sword, and a Fire Cloud Needle, Liu Fengying must be the one with such techniques, but..."

"Ten years ago, didn't Feng Liuying die?"

"How do you know he's dead?" Xi Feng guessed, "How can a dead person kill thirty officials on the seventh day of this month? Has anyone seen Feng Liuying's body?"

Die Che couldn't help but remain silent.

Because Feng Liuying's death is still only a rumor, and no one has ever confirmed it.

A strange dark light appeared in Guxue's eyes, and she paused word by word: "Feng, Liu, Ying..."

"Could it be that 'Seven Color Paradise' has already started its activities?"

Jueying was amazed: "Seven-color heaven!"

Seven Colors Paradise, a mysterious and terrifying organization in the Jianghu, has seven halls under it - Red Wind, Orange Fire, Yellow Dragon, Green Water, Green Snake, Blue Lightning, and Purple Haze.Ten years ago, he occupied Xixia, entrenched the Blood Lake Demon Peak, and gathered all kinds of killers. Because he was dissatisfied with the imperial court's autocracy, he took it as his own duty to fight against the imperial court.

And Feng Liuying is the head of the mysterious purple organization. Ten years ago, the imperial court destroyed the Seven-color Paradise. Feng Liuying was framed and killed, and has been annihilated in the world...

The Chixiao Sword, Huoyun Needle, and Mandala appeared, three things that belonged exclusively to Feng Liuying. Judging from the provocative methods, it is an indisputable fact that Seven Colors Heaven will once again lift the veil of mystery and confront the court.

And Feng Liuying, is he really dead?

Gu Xue's cold eyes flickered with sadness, "Is there any movement near the Blood Lake Demon Peak?"

Wu Ya affirmed: "The subordinates went to investigate yesterday and found that killers who had retired from the world appeared on the top of the Demon Peak one after another, not only the killers from the Gate of Life and Death, but also the eight ghosts from Nether Villa, the three saints of Yinling... "

Xifeng was surprised: "The eight great ghosts and the three saints of Yinling have retired from the world for many years, and they actually belonged to the seven-color heaven?"

While the four envoys were thinking about this matter, Ling Xiao, the master of Yingfumen, stepped into the Temple of the Underworld with a sad expression on his face.

The four of them retreated behind Hongyi Tianzi one after another and said nothing more.

"What is Master Ling looking for from Ben Gong?"

Ling Xiao said respectfully: "Palace Master Helian, the murderer who said to have killed the thirty officials has been identified, and it is related to Seven Colors Paradise."

"Oh?" Helian Guxue sneered, and looked at Ling Xiao who was pretending to be calm, "Master Ling is really well informed."

"I didn't find out about this matter." Ling Xiao said lightly, "I found out about it from the city of the Holy Snow King."

"The speed of the Holy Snow City Lord is really fast." Helian Guxue raised his lips sarcastically, and the look in his eyes became even more strange, "I just found out the Seven-color Heaven, and he knew it later."

Startled, Ling Xiao raised his head suddenly, with an incredulous expression on his face, "Palace Master Helian already knows?"

Guxue's red eyes shone with a crystal luster—the way Mingxie and that goblin handled things was so much alike.

Once, no matter what he wanted to do, no matter how tight he hid, the goblin would know.

Several times, he and he both wanted to do one thing at the same time.

For example, let Wu Lei Wu Ya kill each other; for example, compete for the Four Spirit Maps; for example, tease Situ Ba; for example, investigate the Great Dark River; for example, destroy the Heaven and Earth Alliance...

He never wanted the goblin to know these things, and the goblin seemed to be hiding too much from him.

Five years ago, on a cliff.

He concealed the moon, destroyed the dark river, killed the evil emperor, opened the four spirit map, revived the red lotus of the demon world, and burned his heart...

Nongyue kept it from him, practiced the method of moving the soul of the demon, revived the life of the lonely phoenix, gave up the chance to be the eternal lord, changed the astrology to reverse the fate, defied the fate...

He once thought of going to hell alone, and although he wanted the promise of never sharing for life and life, he still couldn't give up.

But why didn't that goblin think the same as him?

Give him a chance to survive alone, but he is alone in another world.

Guxue pursed her lips indifferently, and that enchanting purple shadow always appeared in her eyes.

He and him are really the same person.

The same cruelty and danger, the same stubbornness and madness, the same dishonesty, the same helplessness...

the same,

Forever and never regret.

Now, even if it is to separate life and death, it will eventually cut off feelings.

"Palace Master Helian, you said that Mingxie has promised Dongfang Jue that he will eradicate the Seven-color Paradise."

The man in red was stunned, thought for a moment, and smiled slightly, "Then I will wait and see what happens..."

Ling Xiao is really unpredictable, "The Lord of Shengxue City has always been mysterious and unpredictable, and he is not in conflict with the imperial court. Now he is helping the imperial court to fight against those killers and rebels. It is really unbelievable."

"There are still many things he can't figure out for you!" Helian Guxue seemed to respond instinctively, as if she had sensed something subconsciously in her heart.

"Palace Master Helian, what do you say?"

Guxue immediately regained her composure from deep contemplation, and then looked at Ling Xiao, her eyes flickering with evil and cold monsters, "It means, your Yingfumen's precious dragon Zen staff is temporarily placed in my Shenyue Palace, Lingmen Can the Lord understand?"

"What—!?" Ling Xiao trembled all over, his eyes finally turned from calm to angry and unwilling!

The Dragon Zen Staff is the secret treasure of Yingfumen. Only the supreme authority can hold the Dragon Zen Staff to order Yingfumen. Now, if this object is placed in Shenyue Palace, it means that the owner of Shenyue Palace controls all the power of Yingfumen. ! ?

A few months ago, when Shenyue Palace regained Yingfumen, Ling Xiao's superficial respect was originally just to deal with Helian Guxue, hoping to seek a good opportunity one day and get out of control, but today...

The only chance to break free from Shenyue Palace is none!

Helian Guxue no longer looked at Ling Xiao's suddenly vicissitudes old face, but said indifferently: "Master Ling, do you still have any objections?"

However, Ling Xiao is an old Jianghu after all, and his eyes are still calm and calm, but he doesn't know that his heart is already full of resentment.

"Then please, Palace Master Helian, take good care of our Dragon Zen Staff, if something goes wrong..."

"Master Ling, you can rest assured." Helian Guxue's words did not fluctuate at all, her tone was still as cold as before, and she didn't take Ling Xiao's expression at this moment in her eyes at all, "I will take good care of it, but I hope Master Lingmen can remember that you once made a promise under the banner of Shenyue Palace, and this Palace hates people who do not keep their promises!"

"Ling Xiao, remember it in your heart."

Ling Xiao was suppressing extreme anger, and his thoughts were in a mess—thinking that he has been in the world for more than [-] years and has been favored by the court, but now he has to obey a boy who is only in his twenties, how can he be reconciled?

However, since Long Chanzhang was in the Shenyue Palace, he had no choice but to surrender.

"Master Ling, if nothing happens, you can go back."

Ling Xiao turned and left, Helian Guxue narrowed her eyes coldly, and ordered: "Jueying, follow him!"

Jueying respectfully accepted the order, and with a flash of figure, he left in a flash.

Die Che was puzzled, "What does Palace Master mean?"

Guxue said coldly: "If I guessed correctly, he should go to the Holy Snow King City."

"Ling Xiao was bought by Ming Xie?"

"It's not a bribe." Guxue said lightly: "An old fox like him would not be willing to surrender to any party. Now that the court has begun to suspect the four major families, Ling Xiao will no longer rely on the court. To take back the Yingfu Gate, only by borrowing the power of the Holy Snow King City, can there be a comeback."

"So Ling Xiao is Ming Xie's eyeliner now?"

Gu Xue nodded slightly.

Xifeng said angrily: "Palace Master, why should an old fox like him stay? If he really relies on the Holy Snow King City, he will one day oppose the Palace Master. Now that the Dragon Zen Staff has fallen into the hands of the Palace Master, it is better to stay here now." Kill Ling Xiao to avoid future troubles!"

Gu Xuexie curled his lips coldly, and the look in his eyes became more and more unpredictable, "If that old fox is used well, it will still be of great value."

Die Che worried: "But hemorrhoids are also Mingxie's eyeliner now. Mingxie is mysterious and unpredictable, so it will inevitably be a little disadvantageous to the Palace Master."

"What are you afraid of!" Guxue raised her evil eyes lightly, "Ling Xiao must have some use for Mingxie, otherwise, he wouldn't keep such a dangerous old fox by his side!"

Die Che was taken aback, and couldn't help blurting out: "It seems that the Palace Master also knows the City Lord of the Holy Snow King City like the back of his hand."

Guxue just wanted to speak, but didn't know how to speak.

How could he guess what the Lord of the Holy Snow King City was thinking at this moment?

He suddenly felt that the situation at this time seemed to return to the past, the time when he was fighting endlessly with that goblin.

Suddenly, a feathered arrow shot through the window and pierced through the wind.

"Palace Master!" The three exclaimed.

Guxue pinched the feather arrow that flew over instantly with her fingers, and when she glanced at the letter paper inserted on the feather arrow, her red eyes could not help but flash a strange light.

"You are not allowed to follow!"

Yaohong's figure disappeared in the Temple of the Underworld in an instant.

Die Che sighed slightly.

In the past five years, the supreme palace lord in her mind has dealt with countless scheming martial arts veterans. Whenever she looked at the fluttering snow-white long hair and lonely red eyes, her heart was filled with bitterness.

Die Che couldn't remember exactly how many times her palace lord had been plotted, how many times she was framed, how many times she had been betrayed...

The man in red walked alone on the blood-stained road with difficulty, stepping on the bones of death to conquer one by one, and saved himself from danger time and time again, before he finally stood on the peak and overlooked the heroes.

From then on, no one dared to call him a "monster who confounds the world".

Die Che remembered that whenever Helian Guxue leaned tiredly on the soft couch, she always said over and over again: I can't fall, I can't lose!

The fiery red long hair is now turned into silver frost, always stinging the woman's eyes.

However, no matter how stupid Die Che is, how could he not understand that her Palace Mistress tried every means to win the world, and what was the reason behind it?

That's for one person.

For the deep purple eyes that looked at him.

Ling Xiao walked into the hall of ice and snow, and stood quietly behind the gauze curtain, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the entire hall.

Enchanting lotus fragrance is coiled, and the fragrance wind is scattered.

"City Lord."

A lazy voice came from behind the gauze curtain, but it sounded like a zither in a mountain stream, with a hint of sarcasm, "If I'm not mistaken, Yingfumen's dragon Zen stick has already fallen into the Shenyue Palace."

Ling Xiao was startled, his complexion paled instantly, and his face was completely lost.

"Hehe..." The person behind the veil laughed ironically, as if with helplessness and compassion, "Master Ling, I have to say what I said first, I hope you can wake up now."

"City Lord, please speak."

The pleasant voice floated again: "You can't beat Palace Master Shenyue, so I hope that Master Ling will not try to play tricks in front of that evildoer. If one day you anger that evildoer, I will not be able to protect you!" Nearly a thousand lives have been lost in your Shadow Fumen."

Ling Xiao clenched his fists, the veins on his forehead were exposed, and he couldn't even breathe steadily.

Thinking that Ling Xiao used to have supreme glory, but now he has fallen into such a situation of being arbitrarily manipulated by others!

"Master Ling, put on a good show. If you show any flaws again, there is no need for me to fulfill my original promise."

Ling Xiao panicked, and instantly swallowed all his anger back, "Please don't worry, the city lord."

It wasn't until the whole hall returned to tranquility that the snow-clothed man behind the curtain took out a piece of ice-blue jade from his arms, stared deeply at it, and caressed it carefully, as if caring for a treasure.

The black cloak concealed his appearance, but those deep purple eyes still shone with a strange and decisive luster.

It's been five years...

how did he live...

The icy blue light pierced through the black veil that covered the man's appearance, emitting a mysterious and enchanting color.

The man in snow clothes put Huan Binghan lightly on his lips, and pressed a long kiss, as if he had gained life and flame from the familiar fragrance.

For five years, I have never touched the breath...

For five years, I couldn't see him...

For five years, I couldn't kiss her...

Only in the dark night, in the nightmare, give them a fantasy between each other.

"My... Xueer..."