That Demon Lord doesn't want to live

Weng Zhixu hurriedly got up to dodge, and said angrily, "Xue Tongbei, if you hack me to death, no one will be able to find the location of your brother's remaining soul."

Where Xue Min still believed him, he raised his hand and wanted to kill him again, but Ye Lan grabbed him, "If you kill him, we won't be able to get out of this place."

The sword light of the Mercy Sword flickers on and off just like the ups and downs of the person holding the sword.It took a long time for Xue Min to put the Mercy Sword back, and then took out more than a dozen porcelain bottles from his sleeve, crushed the Soul Condensation Pill, and helped Ye Lan's body to slowly seep the water mist from the pill into it.

Weng Zhixu held his fan and sat back at the table vigilantly. Seeing that Xue Min took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, Weng Zhixu quietly stretched out a paw, and the Soul Condensation Pill extracted from the tenth-order Soul Gathering Grass was in the world. It's hard to see, when Jiang Jiang touched the porcelain bottle, he saw Ye Lan looking over with a half-smile, Weng Zhixu picked up the porcelain bottle and pretended to look at the body of the bottle, and put the bottle back with pain in his heart.

Seeing Weng Zhixu's hopeless appearance, Ye Lan snorted coldly and said, "The jade that suppresses the breath is probably broken."

Weng Zhixu nodded, waved his fan and poured himself a cup of shock tea.

"It's really heaven's evil, but it's still against it; self-inflicted evil, you can't live." Yelan looked at Weng Zhixu and sneered.

When the last mist of Soul Condensing Pill seeped into Ye Lan's body, Xue Min put away the small porcelain bottles scattered on the ground one by one, then sat down beside Ye Lan with a cold face and asked, "What happened to Yunbo Mirror?" thing."

"Let's talk..."

"Hundreds of years……."

Weng Zhixu and Ye Lan spoke at the same time, Xue Min glared at Weng Zhixu, Weng Zhixu clicked his tongue, "Okay, who told him to offend these two, he shut up."

Ye Lan glanced at Xue Min approvingly, "Hundreds of years ago, in the mountains of the northwest, there was a sect that was good at refining weapons, the Yunbo Sect. Unlike the Taoist family that opened the mountain gate widely, this Yunbo Sect only accepts the main family. My disciples, there are only about fifty people in the entire sect, but such a sparsely populated sect was recognized by the immortal sect as an aristocratic craftsman at that time.

Today, there are seven famous swords ranked among the top swords in this fairy gate: Quxie, Mercy, Stepping on the Moon, Wuhen, Chasing the Wind, Chasing the Sun, and Dingheshan.Among them, Tayue of Suyuanmen, Chasing Wind and Chasing Sun of Penglai Xianshan, and Dinghe Mountain in the hands of Sanxiu Dingxianjun all came from Yunbo.

According to legend, Weng Chongxuan, the previous suzerain of Yunbo Gate, traveled to the ancient Kashi Kingdom in his early years, and accidentally got a mustard seed left by the ancient Buddha.Weng Chongxuan is obsessed with refining weapons, and suddenly got such a relic from tens of thousands of years ago, so he had a whim to make a magic weapon that can trace the whereabouts of ancient gods and Buddhas.But that magic weapon is not so easy to refine. After returning to Yunbo, he searched through ancient books and classics, and finally found a clue in a forbidden book. "

Speaking of this, Ye Lan sighed, "Forbidden books and forbidden techniques have always been filled with life."

"It is recorded in the forbidden book that there is a witch tribe in southern Xinjiang who is naturally good at supporting ghosts. They can travel freely in the realm of life and death. They can discuss the Tao with gods and Buddhas, and commune with the dead. I am afraid that in these three thousand worlds, they will never find it again. There is no one who knows astronomy and geography better than them. If their souls are used to refine weapons, maybe they can really refine that magic weapon.

Weng Chongxuan was almost insane at that time, he hesitated for a few days and then went to the southern border at night without telling the sect.The witch tribe is not good at fighting by nature, but after one night, only the elderly patriarch and his ten-year-old granddaughter were left among the thousand witch tribe.Before his death, the patriarch cursed the gods and Buddhas of the heavens: When his witch clan is extinct, Yunboweng's body will be burned by the fire of the sky, and his soul will be burned by the fire of the earth, and he will never be reborn forever.After the patriarch finished speaking, he pulled his granddaughter and bumped her head against the family monument.

I don't know whether it was luck or misfortune, but the patriarch's granddaughter was not killed because of lack of physical strength.So far, the Wu clan has left a trace of blood, and the Yunboweng family has a glimmer of life. "

At this time, Ye Lan couldn't help sighing again: "If you refine the weapon with your life, you may still have a chance to be reincarnated, but if you refine the weapon with your soul, you will live forever." After the words, the three of them fell silent for a while.

It was a long time before Yelan continued, "Weng Chongxuan secretly brought him back to Yunbo and put him under house arrest. After several years of retreat, he finally refined the Yunbo mirror and the breath-holding jade, and Yunbomen became the head of the Liuhe Eight Desolation family of weapon refiners. It's a pity that the paper can't contain the fire after all. Weng Zhongxuan slaughtered the witch clan and imprisoned the witches. The elders in the sect still knew about it. The eight elders of Yunbo beat Weng Zhongxuan to ashes in front of the witches. So what if it is ashes, the souls of thousands of Wu people are still suffering from soul refining every day.

Mistakes made, curses born.Everyone in the Wu clan died wronged, but Yunbo's disciples were also innocent. There was no other way, so the eight elders had to seal Yunbo mirror and Xixi jade together with the sleeping witch in the seven-story glazed pagoda, and then committed suicide in front of the pagoda to apologize. up. "

After finishing speaking, Yelan glanced at Weng Zhixu mockingly, "everyone in Yunbo was able to live secretly for a hundred years, until there was a Weng Zhixu who was even more stupid than Weng Chongxuan, who went so far as to destroy the seal of the seven-story glazed pagoda and put the sleeping He was so stupid that he wanted to have an epic love affair with her, but she killed herself immediately after leaving the glazed tower, and the last trace of the witch clan's blood was gone. Finally, the suzerain at that time felt sorry for his son, and immediately threw him into the mustard seed sumeru, but who would have thought that the mustard seed sumeru was just a cage independent of the world, and he was thrown into Mustard Seedling was defaulted to be the World Lord, and since then he has never been able to take a step forward."

After hearing Yelan's words, Weng Zhixu choked a sip of tea into his throat, coughed for a long time, and then pointed at Yelan with shaking fingers and said in surprise, "How do you know so clearly?" He knows it all.

Ye Lan said calmly, "I read a lot."

"Impossible." Weng Zhixu retorted immediately, even his father didn't know about his affair at that time, so how could it be written into the book.

Ye Lan naturally dealt with him casually, he just guessed at the word written on Weng Zhixu's folding fan, and unexpectedly got it right.

Xue Min frowned and asked, "When did the Yunbo Mirror break?"

Ye Lan threw a pill into his mouth, "It was about the time when the sky fire descended. Since the Yunbo mirror and the Xixi jade were refined with the soul, they must be very yin and evil, and the yang overcomes the yin. This day, the sky fire is the most yang in the sky and the earth." When the extreme yin meets the extreme yang, it will naturally explode."

Weng Zhixu was even more surprised, "This is even written in the book."

Ye Lan glanced at him lightly, "I guessed it just now, oh, and I guessed about your affair too."

Weng Zhixu almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Xue Min asked again, "Since the Yunbo mirror and Lianxi jade were shattered long ago, what happened to the rumors in later generations?"

Ye Lan nestled in the rocking chair silently, and Weng Zhixu took a sip of cold tea.

Xue Min snapped at Weng Zhixu again, "Do nothing."

Weng Zhixu pointed at himself with a fan, and suddenly lost his temper. When he wanted to talk, he told him to shut up, and now he shut up and told him to talk again.

Xue Min simply raised his hand and chopped the white jade table into two halves with a crack.Weng Zhixu held his teacup and clicked his tongue, all right, he said, who told him he couldn't beat those two people.

But if Weng Zhixu really wanted to say it, he didn't know where to start, thinking of Weng Zhixu he couldn't help but sigh.In an instant, the lush bamboo forest receded, and the surrounding area turned into a courtyard. The locust tree in the courtyard was mostly yellow. Once the autumn wind passed, the leaves rustled to the ground, adding a bit of bleakness.

Weng Zhixu looked at the fallen leaves in that place and said leisurely, "You are right, I am the only living person in this unknown world, even if I can use the power of this mustard space to transform the scenery of the four seasons, mountains and rivers, I can't. A living creature emerges, it really stands alone, lingering with each other, desolate, desolate..."

Xue Min frowned, and Weng Zhixu immediately changed the topic: "So in order to relieve loneliness, I made all the events of the past into illusions." Weng Zhixu took out a scroll from his sleeve and threw it in the air. The painting scroll slowly unfolded, and then the three of them were sucked in.

The painting is exquisite, and the illusioned scene is also very realistic, but no matter how exquisite the painting is, there will be no sound, and no matter how similar the illusion is, it can only be as silent as a pantomime.

Weng Zhixu looked at the people silently packing their bags in the painting, and gradually fell into memories. After a while, he said: "Since the eight elders committed suicide, Yunbo moved his faction to the depths of the mountains, and set up a maze at the foot of the mountain." Zongzhen, the disciples in the sect are strictly not allowed to go out, and they have completely disappeared."

As soon as the screen changed, everyone had settled down on an unknown hill.Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man with frowning brows and half-white hair appeared in the painting.

Weng Zhixu stared at the man in a daze, "The heavenly punishment that will come at no time is like a sharp sword hanging over everyone's heads, making Yunbo panic. My father is even more grey-haired. Wrong It was Weng Chongxuan who committed it alone, but we have to bear the crime for him, why?"

The scene in the painting has changed several times, and Weng Zhixu has completely fallen into memory, "It's ridiculous to say that my Yunbo's disaster was caused by him, Weng Zhongxuan, but he was the one who found the last trace of life, the mustard beard Mi Nai is an ancient divine object, independent of the heaven and earth, and even the heavens cannot find its trace. But this ancient divine object is so easy to open.

The seven-storey glazed pagoda was originally my Yunbo's library, which contained some ancient books. At that time, I couldn't bear my father's trouble, so I sneaked in to find a way to open the mustard space.At that time, I thought that there would be no problem if I just tore off a corner of the sealing circle, but unexpectedly I woke up the sleeping priestess. "

The witch in the painting is wearing a dark red robe, with a white pearl on her forehead, her eyes are as clear as a newborn baby, seeing Weng Zhixu on the opposite side, she is unconsciously curious and wary.

Weng Zhixu looked at the witch in the painting with tenderness and pain in his eyes, "She has been asleep for so long that she has forgotten herself and the deepest hatred in the world. She asked me, what do I want?" Who is she, where is this place, who is she herself, and why is she here." Weng Zhixu smiled wryly, "But how dare I tell the truth."

Weng Zhixu in the painting stared at the witch tightly and remained silent, with a curse seal formed on his sleeve, trying to seal her back again.But before he could make a move, the witch slid into the air on her toes.