After the death of the master, the rebels treated me in the crematorium [Transmigration Book]

Huazhaofeng.

Hang Qingqing was a monk who specialized in controlling beasts, and all his apprentices were sent out to find spirit beasts all over the world, leaving only Li Binbai and a few people working in the sect.

Her Huazhao Peak is very suitable for spirit beasts to live in. The flowers are in the willow state, the thin bamboo is clear and the spring is very charming.

But when they arrived, the place was smashed into a mess.

Hang Qingqing spat out a mouthful of blood, was beaten back several steps, and managed to stand firmly in front of the spirit beast hall.

Li Binbai's expression froze, and he hurried to catch up.

"Master, what's going on, are you okay?"

Hang Qingqing glanced at him, then looked at Fang Xingjian and the others, gently wiped off the blood from her lips: "Why did you come here?"

"Forget it, it's useless for you to come. He has eaten a lot of my spirit beasts. I've already passed the sound transmission to the head, and it will be fine for a while longer."

Li Binbai turned pale with shock: "How could Wen Ziyi eat the spirit beast, he, isn't he a sword cultivator?"

Hang Qingqing touched the jade whistle hanging on her chest lonely, feeling in a bad mood: "It's the giant snake that came."

Li Binbai gritted his teeth and said angrily: "This is the third time he has come here, but every time he makes more trouble, I really don't know what he is going to do!"

"It's obvious that he himself fell into the devil, but he wants to take revenge on the entire Lingyan faction. It's simply revenge!"

Hang Qingqing sneered: "His master taught well. One demon cultivator taught another. What's the matter of repaying kindness and revenge? I'm afraid he wants to use the whole Lingyan to be buried."

"Hmph, I want to see if he has the ability."

Li Binbai frowned: "How could Bai Xianchang..."

Hang Qingqing glanced at him lightly, but didn't reply. The child came after that and didn't know what happened before.

Fang Xingjian stood aside with arms folded, without speaking.

He knew that the master Hang Qingqing was referring to was him.

"Why do you still bring guests here? Are you going to disgrace the entire Lingyan faction?"

Li Binbai followed the trend and turned his head, only to find that even Senior Sister Que Shuangrong had followed him, and hurriedly apologized: "This senior is here to visit an old friend, I was in a hurry, I didn't expect..."

Hang Qingqing didn't ask any more questions, but just waved her hand to signal him to be quiet.

Li Binbai held his breath for an instant.

Fang Xingjian felt a strong coercion coming from the deep forest. Not long after, a giant snake that almost covered the sky poked its head out, staring coldly at them on the ground.

He was already at the Mahayana stage, but subconsciously felt a sense of crisis in his heart, and he gripped the long sword vigorously.

If this snake fights with him, I'm afraid there is only a seven-point chance of winning.

Except for Hang Qingqing, the rest of the people were breathing heavily, especially Ah Xi, who tremblingly grabbed Fang Xingjian's sleeve, not daring to move.

Fang Xingjian stroked his head comfortingly, and the hot feathers ran across his palm.

Axi lowered his head, covering the expression in his eyes.

In a blink of an eye, the long snake turned into a human form and landed not far in front of them.

Although it is a monster from the ancient times, it has a very young skin. It doesn't look like a snake demon, but like a lively fox.

He hiccupped without grace, and said with a smile, "It tastes really good."

Hang Qingqing's eyes were all red. Those spirit beasts were not only her weapons, but also her favorite pets. One can imagine how uncomfortable it was to be eaten by this snake.

He wiped his lips with his hand, then raised his head suddenly, "Oh, by the way, I want to say a respectful speech, thank you for your hospitality."

Li Binbai was so angry that he swung an empty sword formula, how good the disciple of the beast master was in the way of swordsmanship, and he didn't even scratch the opponent's clothes.

The snake demon raised his eyebrows: "Children can't come and play here, so hurry up and hide by the side."

Just as Li Binbai wanted to argue, he was pushed away by Hang Qingqing's palm.

She straightened her back and stood in the middle, "Ting Ming, what are you going to do?"

The snake demon called Ting Ming smiled, stretched out his fingers to pick it up, and suddenly raised his head to look at her: "The master wants me to beat you half to death, I just ate your 32 spirit beasts, and I should eat them again." three."

"You're just courting death!" Hang Qingqing was so angry that her mouth trembled, but she didn't dare to call out the spirit beast to fight him again.

Ting Ming smiled, and took out a jade whistle from the storage bag, which was exactly the same as the one hanging around Hang Qingqing's neck!

She blew lightly, and three beautiful colorful phoenixes flew out from behind her, and a high-pitched phoenix cry resounded through the sky, and they came straight to Tingming.

"What a beautiful bird! I don't know if it tastes good or not."

Fang Xingjian frowned, before the sword could get out of its sheath, the three colorful phoenixes had already entered Tingming's stomach.

Hang Qingqing's vitality was seriously injured, and a mouthful of blood spewed out, staining the corner of Tingming's clothes, and passed out.

Tingming picked out a bird feather from his mouth and threw it on the ground.

"Tsk, the taste is really bad."

He listened carefully, put away his smiling face, and squeezed the formula with his left hand. This is a unique teleportation formation in the Lingyan sect, which can teleport people to another place in an instant.

Fang Xingjian's eyes changed, this was the most suitable movement he taught Wen Ziyi back then.

Ting Ming's figure gradually disappeared in front of everyone, and as if thinking of something, he turned his head to Hang Qingqing who was already in a coma:

"Although the last three birds were not tasty, I still want to thank you."

"The master asked me to remember to say my respect, goodbye."

Li Binbai hugged the unconscious master tightly with one hand, tears streaming down his face, "Senior, senior, my master, please help me to see... can you?"

He was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, but he still remembered to respect his seniors, and his words were inconsistent.

At the beginning, Hang Qingqing and him had been at loggerheads. In other words, Que Shuangrong was the only one who looked up to him in the entire Lingyan sect.

But Fang Xingjian went straight forward, probed Hang Qingqing's spiritual vein, and put it down after a while.

"Cultivation is backward, but people should be fine."

Li Binbai breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said, "That's good."

it is good?

It's not good.

Hang Qingqing fell directly from Yuanying to Jindan, even if she practiced later, she didn't know how much energy it would take to get back to the original place.

What exactly does Wen Ziyi want to do?

Fang Xingjian looked at the direction in which Ming left, and stroked the hilt of his sword.

"Li Binbai, just now you said that Wen Ziyi came to Lingyan School three times?"

Li Binbai was taken aback, looked at the master lying on his body, then looked up at Fang Xingjian, and finally sighed:

"I shouldn't hide it from seniors, it's just that the teacher has repeatedly warned us not to worry everyone, so I..."

"Now you have seen it too, so you can't hide it."

He looked at Fang Xingjian with a calm face. This senior was familiar with Senior Sister Que Shuangrong, and he also knew that Wen Ziyi might be an immortal of the same period as Master and the others.

"Wen Ziyi killed the chief disciple of the Immortal Bai 30 years ago. After falling into the devil, he built the Demon Palace and gathered a large number of powerful demon cultivators. Tingming is one of them."

"Not only does he have malice towards the Lingyan faction, but he often allows his subordinates to cause chaos in the human world, causing wars and chaos everywhere, and the people are in dire straits. The reason why the Lingyan faction held the immortal alliance meeting this time is also for the increasing number of demon cultivators. Discuss a solution."

Fang Xingjian frowned: "Has he fallen into a demon?"

"What about Bai Xinghua, why didn't you persuade him?"

Li Binbai shook his head: "Immortal Bai has already blamed himself for raising such a disciple who has fallen into the devil, and let him kill his favorite first disciple. When we meet him today, I am afraid that we are going to deal with those demon cultivators who made trouble. , How many people are saved counts."

Fang Xingjian exuded a cold aura all over his body, his eyes were cold to freezing point, apart from hatred, there was more anger.

He raised Wen Ziyi carefully, even if he was killed, it would be due to the grievances between the two of them.

He knew that Wen Ziyi was victorious and strong, but he never thought that one day, Wen Ziyi would use the sword skills he taught him to kill innocent people.

If the teaching is not strict, the teacher is lazy.

Fang Xingjian's expression froze, and he turned to look at Axi.

"Axi, I have something important to do, and I can't guarantee your safety. You can stay in Lingyan Mountain for a day and wait for me when I come back, okay?"

"What are you going to do?" A Xi's long eyelashes curled up, and a pair of red pupils stared straight at Fang Xingjian.

This look made Fang Xingjian a little uncomfortable.

He stretched out his hand and pressed the child's head, suppressing the discomfort in his heart, "I'm going to deal with someone."

"When I come back, I'll take you to Chiyu, okay?"

The familiar voice floated in my mind, the child who always foolishly called my brother, I don't know where it is now.

Fang Xingjian put Mu Yunsha into the storage bag, and there was a mark left by him on it, and he went to look for Chiyu after cleaning up everything.

Chiyu seems to be taller than him, but I don't know what he looks like.

Fang Xingjian's heart suddenly softened a little. After Wen Ziyi was killed, he didn't care what happened to him, whether it was the original book or Bai Xinghua.

He just wanted to be a Taoist couple with Chiyu, to be with this child who made him feel distressed.

It doesn't matter whether it's a man or a woman, as long as you like it.

Axi watched his gloomy face gradually turn sunny, and his eyes gradually climbed up to a few points.

But he didn't say anything sensible, he nodded obediently, and the red feathers on his hair swayed.

"Okay, I know, Brother Fang, let's go."

Helping Li Binbai to bring Hang Qingqing to the bed and lie down, and explaining the matter between Axi and Que Shuangrong, Fang Xingjian immediately left the hall, his spiritual sense tracking the smell of Hang Qingqing's blood.

Just now she accidentally landed on Ting Ming.

A red line that only he could see was floating in the air. Fang Xingjian drew out the long sword at his waist without any hesitation, and moved forward quickly.

****

Although it was called the Demon Palace, this place gave Fang Xingjian a subtle sense of familiarity.

He walked up the small stone steps incognito and stepped into the hall.

The layout of the hall is very simple and elegant, even a little too simple, it doesn't look like all the halls of the magic city he has seen.

There is a simple wooden board hanging on the main hall, with three words written on it:

Castle Peak Hall.

Fang Xingjian finally knew where those familiar feelings came from.

He raised his eyes and looked around for a week, and he could see that the hall originally had graceful and luxurious carved wooden beams, but it was ordered to be changed into this nondescript appearance.

There are also many wind chimes hanging on the wooden beams.

Glass, white porcelain, iron, and bone.

Fang Xingjian really wanted to laugh.

Qingshan Hall, Qingshan Peak, the place where he and Wen Ziyi have lived together for 20 years.

Was he trying to humiliate himself?It means that the place where Fang Xingjian lived can only be compared with the Demon Palace?

Ridiculous ah ridiculous.

Fang Xingjian's expression was so cold that he almost looked like a dead person. How much he had sacrificed in the past, he was so disappointed and angry now.

Bi Haichaosheng's sword came out of its sheath directly, and he held it tightly in his hand. Infected by his breath, the long sword subconsciously tensed up.

Face the battle that is poised to go.

Suddenly, there was clearly no wind blowing in the hall, but the wind chimes on the beams were all shaking, and the sounds that should have been crisp and pleasant echoed together, turning into noisy noises.

A person came out from the secret door of the main hall and sat on the throne.

As the sky was getting dark, Fang Xingjian couldn't see the other party's face clearly, but Tingming, who was still in Huazhao Peak just now, ran out from nowhere.

Ting Ming half-kneeled in front of that man.

"Master, you asked me to kill Hang Qingqing, I'm done."

"And very polite."

The corner of Fang Xingjian's lips twitched, and he instantly understood the identity of this person. He didn't hesitate, the invisibility spell was lifted, and he wanted to act in a fair and honest manner.

Bi Haichao Shengjian let out a desolate long cry, and following Fang Xingjian's movements, ten percent of the Mahayana cultivator's skill was concentrated in the sword, and quickly pierced into the body of the person on the throne.

The feeling of stagnation that penetrated the flesh was transmitted from the sword to Fang Xingjian's hand, and his straight long eyelashes trembled.

Today, all their grievances are finally coming to an end.

Wen Ziyi was the child he raised, killed him, betrayed him, and finally died under his sword.

Fang Xingjian's mood was not as calm as he thought.

He heard the sound of Wen Ziyi's chest and abdomen blood falling to the ground, the sword wind blew past, destroying most of the hall, leaving only a glazed wind chime ringing on the beam.

"Wen Ziyi, I'm back to kill you."

Ting Ming on the side roared angrily, and was about to rush up to fight him, but Wen Ziyi waved his hand and hit him against the wall.

Fang Xingjian frowned.

Wen Ziyi stood up, ignoring the sharp long sword still in his body, and walked away from the throne step by step, the light slowly shifted to his face.

Illuminate those golden eyes and a chiseled face.

He stretched out his hand recklessly, and firmly locked Fang Xingjian in his arms, allowing him to stir the sword, his hands and feet trembling with pain, but he never let go.

Fang Xingjian narrowed his eyes, let go of the hilt in his hand, and used a sword art. Bi Haichaosheng's sword directly pierced his chest and abdomen, leaving a hideous wound.

In the hug full of blood, Fang Xingjian waved his hand lightly, aiming the long sword at Wen Ziyi's head in the air.

On the battlefield, Fang Xingjian will never give the enemy a chance to survive.

Almost at the same time, the sharp blade buzzed, about to cut Wen Ziyi's head, Ting Ming not far away was still struggling and roaring, and the wind chimes on the beams rang softly.

It was so noisy, but it didn't drown out the lightest murmur.

He heard the voice of Yesi Dream, the child who followed behind and always saved him in danger, it was Chiyu's unique voice.

shouted softly:

"Master."

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