After reconciliation with Jianzun

Zong Xiangling's cultivation is not bad, and he still has a lot of life to live. Although Xu Ming has no brains and is a bit arrogant, he really has a sincere affection for her. The two should have become a couple after marriage The intimate Taoist couple were all ruined by a sudden accident.

Zong Shaoyuan only has such a daughter under his knees. He is so spoiled on weekdays, and his mood is even more unimaginable.

If this is a gift from the Demon Lord, it is really not a good thing, and it has nothing to do with the word "good".

Even if he jumped out of the sympathy of a normal person, this was not a gift, but a trouble. He was about to leave Xianmeng, but now he can only be forced to stay.

Not to mention that with the methods that the Demon Lord has always used, there must be a bigger conspiracy behind Zong Xiangling's death, and it will never end so simply.

With a compassionate expression, he lowered his head and mourned for Zong Xiangling for a while, then turned and left.

After seeing Zong Xiangling, he followed Wen Mo's subordinate named Ah Si to the new residence.

He had worked with Xia Xingchui and Wen Mo on the matter of the Hunyuan Qiankun bottle, and they barely understood each other. Wen Mo's "surveillance" was just meaning. Lu Juchen stayed with him, no different from being a guest.

He boiled a pot of tea in the courtyard, and while drinking, he thought about what Mozun was going to do with Zong Xiangling's death.

Lu Juchen was still thinking about the wound on his face that was about to heal, so he took out a bottle of frighteningly expensive elixir, and wiped it on his face as if he didn't want money.

"Okay, okay, why is it so cold!" He hurriedly stopped Lu Juchen's troubled hand, "Are you applying medicine to me or touching my face!"

Lu Juchen was dissatisfied and said: "Little Ye Zi grows so well, what should I do if I lose my appearance?"

Ye Zhili backed away again: "If you wipe it again, you'll lose your appearance."

"Okay." Seeing that he was almost on the mend, Lu Juchen gave up and turned around to look around. The people Wen Mo had arranged were guarding outside the courtyard, and there were only the two of them in the courtyard, so he secretly said to him : "Hey little leaf, you really didn't do that Xiang Ling?"

Ye Zhili looked at Lu Juchen helplessly, and said truthfully, "It's really not me."

Lu Juchen continued to speculate: "Could it be Shengjian?"

Ye Zhili: "I didn't perfunctory them just now. I didn't do it, and I don't believe Sheng Jian did it. There are big problems in this matter."

Lu Juchen: "What's the problem?"

Speaking of this, Ye Zhili took a sip from the teacup: "Let's talk about it together when someone comes."

When he was in Xitang, he gave Wen Mo a look, and with Wen Mo's intelligence, he must understand it.

About two quarters of an hour later, Wen Mo silently sat down in front of the white jade table like a gust of wind without a shadow.

He poured a new cup of tea for Wen Mo with a smile: "Vice President Wen came so fast."

Wen Mo followed with a smile: "Ye Daoyou invites you, how can you neglect it, what do you want me to do?"

Only then did Ye Zhili tell the two of them about the succubus in detail.

"Zong Xiangling's death really wasn't that simple." Wen Mo frowned and tapped his fingers on the table with a muffled sound. After a while, he said sympathetically to him, "You really Bad luck."

Ye Zhili sighed: "At least I'm still alive, I'm luckier than many people, but I don't know how the Demon Lord plans to use this matter to make use of it."

Wen Mo asked, "Is there something wrong with the wound?"

Ye Zhili shook his head: "I can't tell, it's used quite well."

"I said..." Lu Juchen interrupted, "Why do you always have accidents in the Xianmeng, you don't feel safe at all."

Wen Mo was not without emotion: "The big tree attracts the wind, Zhongxi is the elder of the Xianmeng, and has been in charge of internal affairs for many years. I don't know how long it will take to make up for the mistakes he made."

Ye Zhili was about to comfort him, when he saw Lu Juchen and Wen Mo shudder at the same time, looking at the courtyard wall to the east.

He looked over and found nothing, so he couldn't help asking: "Why..."

However, before he finished speaking, he also felt a clear stench, and then, a black shadow with the thickness of a fist flew across the courtyard wall and flew into the courtyard.

It's not that the fist is thick, but the front end is clearly a monster's front paw formed by black air. It has no mouth, but it still screams fiercely.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Without saying a word, Lu Juchen slashed over with his sword, and cut the claw into two pieces: "What is this!"

Ye Zhili also held Liuxian seriously: "It's death!"

Just like monks have spiritual power, monsters also have their own demon energy. After the monster dies, it will turn into two, and then turn into four, and finally become death energy.

If there is too much dead energy, it can be condensed, but it can no longer be gathered into a monster. The two broken claws on the ground are the broken limbs formed by the gathered dead energy.

The severed claws seemed to signal the beginning of danger. More stumps, such as calves, heads, and even internal organs, appeared one after another blackly above the courtyard.

Wen Mo looked up at the overcast sky, and said solemnly, "Where is there so much death in Xianmeng?"

Ah Si ran in from the main entrance, and knelt down in front of Wen Mo on one knee, "Vice leader, something is wrong! There are countless demon stumps formed by gathering dead energy in the Immortal League!"

Wen Mo asked in a low voice, "Where is the leader?"

Ah Si: "As soon as the leader saw the stump, he rushed to Mozhao Peak!"

Ye Zhili knew it was not good as soon as he heard the word Mo Zhaofeng.

Hunyuan Qiankun bottle!

At this time, another green-clothed disciple from the Immortal League ran in, with an anxious expression on his face: "To the deputy leader! All the disciples who guarded Mo Zhaofeng died, the barrier of Mo Zhaofeng was broken, and the whereabouts of the Hunyuan Qiankun bottle is unknown!"

"What?!" Wen Mo stood up immediately, "When did it happen?"

Disciple in green: "Judging from the condition of the corpses of the same sect, it should be last night, but the thieves set up a cover-up circle on Mozhao Peak, and the leader didn't find out until after he arrived!"

After the premonition test, Ye Zhili was in doubt.

He has seen Mo Zhaofeng's enchantment before, even if it is the head and deputy leader of the Xianmeng, plus a Shengjian teaming up, opening it with a key will consume a lot of spiritual power.

If one single-handedly destroys it, even if Sheng Jian comes personally, he will be seriously injured!

Who could have killed all the guarding disciples last night, and forcibly broke the barrier to steal the Hunyuan Qiankun bottle!

Wen Mo looked back at Ye Zhili, and said inexplicably, "Now I'm starting to wonder if you and Sword Master did it."

Ye Zhili: "Mozun... Could it be that Mozun is in the Immortal Alliance now!"

Lu Juchen held his shoulders to help him calm down: "Let's go and have a look."

The three of them didn't delay, and flew towards Mozhao Peak together with their swords. On the road, there were stumps of dead energy everywhere. The disciples of the Xianmeng were resisting spontaneously. However, after the dead energy was cut off, it would recover soon, and they couldn't be killed at all. .

The death aura came suddenly and quickly, covering the entire Xianmeng in the blink of an eye, catching everyone by surprise, the original peace and warmth disappeared, everywhere there was a pungent stench, and the screams of fighting were endless.

When they arrived, more than a dozen Xianmeng disciples formed a circle to protect the Dharma. Xia Xingchui stood in the middle of the sky, his spiritual power rolled up the hem of his clothes, and he fell down Mozhao Peak as if there was no bottom line.

This was the first time Ye Zhili saw this man with the highest status in the cultivation world make a move. The sky at Mozhaofeng turned green, and he was almost breathless due to the tyrannical coercion.

To be able to intercept so much dead energy with one's own strength, even if his cultivation level is not as good as Sheng Jian's, it will not be too far behind.

Ye Zhili looked in the direction of the spiritual power flowing, the bottom of the peak was a chaotic scene intertwined with black dead energy and Xia Xing's glistening green spiritual power, like a pot of boiling mud soup, the body of the monster was hidden in densely packed In the air bubbles, struggling to drag them down to tear and swallow them.

Obviously, this is the source of the dead air.

The bottle of Hunyuan Qiankun was opened by the thieves, and all the dead energy accumulated in the past 30 years has been released. The Demon Lord's plan has turned a corner, but it is still realized...

Wen Mo flew to Xia Xingchui's side first, and asked concerned: "Can you hold on?"

Xia Xingchui's expression was not good: "It's okay to hold on for a while, but it won't work any longer. We have to find a way to seal them up."

Lu Juchen opened his mouth and said: "To seal so many dead spirits, you need a magic weapon such as the Hunyuan Qiankun Bottle. Where can I find it now?"

The Hunyuan Qiankun bottle has been taken away by the Demon Lord, and it will definitely not be kindly returned to you.

Seeing that the situation was at an impasse, Ye Zhili suddenly thought of something, and in a hurry, he spoke much faster: "A magic circle! I remember seeing a magic circle that was attracted and gathered at the bottom of Mozhao Peak when I came last time. Turn on the magic circle, and you will be able to absorb the devilish energy! Mo Zhaofeng has enough spiritual power, so he can shut it down for a while no matter what."

Wen Mo also knows about the magic circle: "The magic circle has been abandoned for many years. I don't know if it can still be used. Even if it can be used, someone has to pass through the dead air to open the eyes of the circle. When the magic circle is activated, open the magic circle. People who are still alive will also be engulfed by anger, and there will be no life after ten deaths."

Turning on the magic circle may cause a few deaths. If these dead winds are allowed to flow, not to mention the fairy alliance, the world will be affected, and the deaths and injuries will not be counted at all. "I'll go!" Ye Zhili looked at the terrifying bottom of the peak and said firmly, "I have an impression of that magic circle, and I'm sure it can be restored!"

Lu Juchen flatly vetoed it: "No! You will die!"

Death black and fluorescent green are intertwined and reflected on Ye Zhili's light-colored pupils, which is astonishingly magnificent: "We won't live long until the death energy escapes."

The dead energy at the bottom of the peak accumulated another wave of offensive, which slammed into Xia Xingchui's temporary barrier.

Huge spiritual power quickly burst out from Wen Mo's body, and melted into Xia Xingchui's barrier, extinguishing the dead energy again.

She sternly said: "The matter of the Immortal Alliance, there is absolutely no reason to let others die, Xingdhui, you hold on, I will open the magic circle right now!"

Ye Zhili: "I'm with you, the circle must be repaired before it can be used."

"I'll go too!" Lu Juchen grabbed Ye Zhili, "You can't bear the attack of death energy, I am a sword spirit with pure spiritual power, soulless and soulless, when the time comes, I will activate the formation and return Can last a while."

At the critical juncture, Xia Xingchui did not say those high-sounding words again: "Master Lu's words are right, in the Immortal League right now, only he can fight for a chance at the bottom of the peak."

There is no need to say much about this situation.

Wen Mo concluded: "I, Daoyou Ye, and Master Lu will go down together. I will open the way. After Daoyou Ye repairs the magic circle, I will send him back. Master Lu will stay and open the eyes of the formation."

Ye Zhili: "It's not too late, let's do it as soon as possible!"

The author has something to say: no accident, I will leave Xianmeng within two or three chapters, and end this part. The next part will be a warmer plot between Shengjian and Zhili... maybe.

At least I feel quite warm.