Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

When Xiao Yihe was trying to find a way to escape from Bixiao Palace, he suddenly raised his head and saw the sun covered by blood, a huge magic circle hovering in the clouds, like a red vortex slowly staring at the earth, the whole world overflowed wildly With the spiritual power of the master.

He stood up with the sword in an instant, and subconsciously glanced at the place where Xue Xuanwei was retreating while standing in the cloud, then made up his mind, turned his head and flew all the way towards the place where the blood was the thickest.

The once prosperous and peaceful town fell into a wail. He moved his sword and passed by a few monks in familiar clothes. .

He hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to pick up the two of them forcefully, and pushed them back onto the sword. The sudden force shook the wound on his body caused by breaking free from the chain. He covered his arms and asked with a frown, "What happened?"

The faces of the two disciples were bloodstained and tears were flowing. When they saw Xiao Yihe, the panic on their faces was even higher, and they suddenly screamed.If it wasn't on the sword, I'm afraid I would have knelt down and kowtowed to him immediately: "Xiao Yihe! Forgive...forgive us!"

Seeing that the two of them were incoherent in fright, Xiao Yihe probably couldn't say anything, so he said sharply: "Speak, where is my master?!"

No one in the world has ever seen the real face of the master of Sword God Mountain, but when the sky and the earth were shaken, and when the bloody eyes came back to life, everyone looked at the young Taoist with the cloud head and robe rolling, and the majestic cultivation that reached the pinnacle, and subconsciously knew who he was. who.

——The shocking power of looking down on all living beings is exactly the same as the legendary "Prince Qinghe" who single-handedly killed the demons and closed the gate of ghosts and monsters with one hand.

The two tremblingly pointed in one direction, but before they retracted their hands, the person in front of him was already walking away with his sword like always.

When passing through Lin'an County, I saw a protective formation inexplicably covering a certain place in the city. Countless people were scrambling to squeeze into the formation, and some people were crying and begging the people inside to take the child.

He originally thought that this formation was done by Nan Rong's family, but when he got closer, he realized that the place covered by the formation was not a temple, nor was it a Taoist temple in the world of Chasing Moon Villa—it was Qianjin Building.

Xiao Yihe vaguely recalled that Master had indeed said before he left that after the gate of heaven opened, he would come back with the crispy duck from Qianjin Tower to pick him up to the upper realm.

However, at this time, the inside and outside separated by the barrier are like a clear boundary between life and death. The people inside the barrier tremblingly look at the corpses scattered all over the field outside. The soul was drawn to the blood formation in the sky, while the body gradually faded like a dilapidated stone statue.

The disciples of Chasing Moon Villa in moon pattern robes shuttled among them, setting up insignificant little formations for the common people.

Xiao Yihe couldn't see where Nan Rongqi was, but he couldn't find it right now, so he could only throw down several protective barriers as best he could, before the disgraced disciples raised their heads to thank him, and continued walking away.

When they reached the bottom of the blood formation, the clouds rolled like boiling, as if they had opened the gate of Asura hell!In the distance, an immortal in a white robe like snow stood on the cloud, his clothes tumbled violently, and thousands of skeletons of wronged souls gathered around him, filled with a pungent smell.

He held a baby's soul in his hand, looked at it softly, and then pushed it towards the bloody magic circle above his head amidst the baby's shrill cry.

A little bit of light soul color was instantly swallowed by the array.

Xiao Yihe looked at him, almost unable to believe that it was his gentle and kind-hearted master—in his memory, when his family was destroyed when he was ten years old, the master once walked towards him across the ruins and blocked his face Numerous gossip and gossip gently stroked his hair, asking him if he wanted to follow him and be his apprentice.

At that time Xiao Yihe looked up at him, like seeing a ray of dawn in the boundless darkness.

But now, this ray of dawn is bit by bit snuffing out the world he cherishes and loves, and pushing him into the bottomless abyss once again.

"—Boom!"

There was an earth-shattering loud noise, like a thunderbolt exploding in the heart of the earth, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in five states shook violently. Xiao Yihe looked at it in amazement, and twelve earth veins were uprooted one after another, like the back of a dragon pulled out one by one.

The mountains and rivers are rolling, and the rivers and seas are flowing backwards!

——Is this the method of "opening the gate of heaven" that Master said? !

Is the one summoned in this way the gate of immortality or the gate of the demon realm?

The majestic spiritual flow converging towards the formation disk condensed into a hurricane, making it difficult for Xiao Yihe to move even an inch, and even his heart-piercing cry was instantly annihilated in the violent wind and waves.

At the same time, a large black cloud and shadow came from the four fields, and Xiao Yihe could see clearly that it was not a dark cloud, but densely packed hundreds of monks, each with their swords on the verge of breaking out.

Suddenly a blue shadow circled around a cloud and rushed towards him, just when Xiao Yihe was about to plunge into the wind mass, he grabbed his arm suddenly and dragged him back.

Xiao Yihe glanced in confusion, and the face of the visitor was extremely ugly, as if he had gone through several fierce battles.

"Duan crying bag?"

It was too late for Duan Congyuan to argue with him about this nickname, so he quickly shouted at him against the wind: "Go! Hundreds of families are coming, and they are all here to crusade against the Demon Sect...Sword God Mountain. There are countless deaths and injuries from the aristocratic family. The Qing Jingzong is also... You have never appeared on the battlefield before. They have been looking for you for a long time, and they did not know who it was just now, and suddenly reported that you are here... Anyway, before they arrive, you still have time to leave !"

Xiao Yihe said: "You tell me to leave without asking, what if I really caused this disaster?"

Duan Congyuan pushed him hastily: "It's okay if you mess with cats and dogs! Did you cause such a big mess!"

Xiao Yihe laughed "puchi". Thinking of the two monks who almost fell off the sword before, he couldn't help but feel ironic: "They changed their name so quickly to call us the Demon Sect. Why, these salted fish are half-baked like sand, shouting to ask for help." Crusade against the Demon Sect, but you can't deal with Master, so you want to deal with me instead?"

Duan Congyuan was choked, and shouted: "Xiao Yihe! I kindly tipped you off! Get lost, don't get meddled, okay?"

"No. Duan Congyuan, this disaster really has something to do with me." Xiao Yihe interrupted him without any explanation, and with a flick of two fingers, he sacrificed the jade flute to know me, "Master is in trouble because of me, so it should be me Finish it with your own hands."

Duan Congyuan said in despair: "Fuck you, the world is about to be turned upside down! You are the master of the mountain with a sword, and if you push back those twelve veins, you can still wash away the rivers under your feet that are flooded by corpses!" Clean?—Are you crazy, the matter has reached such a point, how do you end it?!"

A flying sword came, and whoever noticed Xiao Yihe's trace, Duan Congyuan quickly pulled him aside, and the sword shadow whizzed past their ears at the same time.

Duan Congyuan looked back at him without any danger: "You still..."

He paused, and pulled the collar of his subordinates aside a little, and saw the criss-crossing lines inside, the cloth was covered with blood, the wounds were clinging to bruises, and it was a mess, like whip wounds, and scratches, and he was shocked. Shocked: "Xiao Yihe, what are you doing—your master did it?"

Xiao Yihe covered his collar and stared for a long time at the cloud-robed immortal under the tumbling clouds: "I'm not crazy. My master caused the world to flow into rivers of blood, so I don't deserve to be called a master, but his head is not worthy of them either." Suppress!"

"Tell those idiots, since they only have this kind of ability, then at this time three days later, let them come to the foot of Sword God Mountain to meet the 'Lord Xiao Shan'!"

Before he finished speaking, the jade light in his hand suddenly rose, and the snow-colored jade soul and golden spiritual flow instantly reflected the cloud layer like the morning glow.Xiao Yihe flew up, stepped on the clouds amidst Duan Congyuan's exclamation, like a sharp arrow, pierced into the crazily twisting vortex!

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At the same time, under the eyes of blood.

The Grandmaster quietly fiddled with a piece of bone floating beside him. The way he looked at this bone was no different from looking at other pens and ink cups, only when he turned over the bone and saw a sharp sword wound that penetrated deep into the bone. As if thinking of something, he frowned slightly.

After a while, he put down the bone fragment, turned his head to look at the edge of the hurricane, and a thin figure faintly stepped between the overlapping black clouds.

Jin Lei thundered down around him, but he didn't stop; the cold wind blew his arm and cheek, but he still moved forward.

Grandmaster's face changed slightly, he stood on the head of the sword suddenly, and called out in disbelief: "...Yihe?"

A young man held a jade flute in his arms, stepped on the clouds and rain, and broke through the vortex of the wind.He was born with a handsome face and a handsome appearance. He was originally a rich man who couldn't bear hardships.But at this moment, his brows and eyes were full of sharpness, and every stream of air around him seemed to be an invisible sharp sword intent.

Xiao Yihe stood in the air, couldn't bear to watch the unjust souls churning behind him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Master, why have you come to this point?"

"The world has been bustling around for decades, and it's hard to escape reincarnation. How lonely it is. If you cast me into an immortal, then go to the upper realm with us, what's wrong?" The master moved his sword and looked at him, "You leave the jade platform , are you injured? Didn’t Master say that he will go back to pick you up soon.”

"..." Xiao Yihe was silent for a while, and stroked the jade flute on his arm with his finger, "No need, Master, I can't go back."

Grandmaster looked at him slightly.

Xiao Yihe's eyes gradually dimmed: "You have destroyed the things I cherish and love little by little, step by step. It doesn't matter whether it's my junior or the world. If I still can't satisfy you, should you destroy it next? What about me?"

"What is Yihe talking about, how could Master—"

Yuxiao's icy tip touched the palm raised by the master, and a glimmer of sword light slowly lingered around him.Xiao Yihe closed his eyes, feeling sad, and couldn't help laughing out loud: "Did Master really treat me as an apprentice? It's still your accessory, the jewelry you picked up, a small gadget hidden in a box .”

Master: "..."

"You may have practiced for too long, and you have forgotten that you are still a human being. I am also a human being, and I am not an emotionless bead, and I cannot be manipulated by you at will." Xiao Yihe took a deep breath and smiled slightly, " But today I will be your little pearl again and play a flute for you."

The two sat on the head of the cloud, surrounded by layers of vortices.

Xiao Yihe put his jade flute in front of his lips, and blew a funny tune. He tried his best, but he still blew it to the disgust of gods and ghosts.It can be heard from the few notes stepped on the tune that this is the lullaby he loved to hum very much when he was a child.

He used to be homesick, and always liked to lie on the master's lap and watch the stars, humming over and over again until he fell asleep.

The master stared sideways at him, listening to his messy but lovable tune, his chest throbbed suddenly, and he suddenly felt a little warmth fall from his eyelashes, hit the back of his hand, and roll slipperily to the palm.

He raised his finger and wiped the corner of his eye, but for some reason it couldn't be wiped clean.

"The grace of 20 years of nurturing and teaching, Yihe is unable to repay in this life. In the next life... in the next life, I hope you and I will just be a pair of ordinary master and apprentice. You pass by with your qin on your back, and then pick me up again." Xiaoyin stopped suddenly, Xiao Yihe retreated to the end of the sword, bowed and bowed to himself.

"Today - you and I, master and apprentice... the fate is over."

Master looked at him.

His forehead was red, and a few drops of crystal water fell on the blade of the sword.

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No one knows what happened inside the vortex, everyone only knows that three days later, when the blood eyes slowly closed, the earth rumbled again, and this time, the twelve golden light veins towering into the sky were crushed inch by inch. Pressed back into the ridge.

Although the thick clouds have not dissipated, the heavy rain is still pouring, but the turbulent lake water on the ground gradually calms down, and the ground motion stops.

Amidst the fear and hesitation of the Taoist schools, under the gaze of everyone, a figure slowly walked out from the depths of the clouds.

No one pays attention to who is coming.

The master of Sword God Mountain?still……

The man walked down the cloud step by step, and when he reached mid-air, everyone realized that he was completely red, and the white clothes he once wore were now dripping with blood, and even the heavy rain could not wash him away.

Almost every step he took, his face became paler, and finally he had to lift Yu Xiao to support himself.

Someone saw that he was still holding a round package tightly in his hand, wrapped in his outer robe, and it was also wet. Everyone had speculations in their hearts, but no one dared to speak out.

Duan Congyuan looked up and covered his mouth in horror.

He actually...

Xiao Yihe lowered his head and looked down at the surroundings. Seeing the colorful faces, he couldn't help but find it extremely funny. He threw the flying sword and stepped up, holding the package in his arms and wrapping his arms around it.

When he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something, and turned back abruptly: "That's right."

All the sects couldn't help taking a step back, looking at him like looking at an evil star.

Xiao Yihe didn't care, and said slowly: "I'll tell you. Starting today, Sword God Mountain has changed its owner and changed its surname to Xiao. My mountain has opened a wide gate to welcome everyone. Don't be stingy with your congratulations."

He said that, and left in a cool way.