[Xiu Xian] Master, let's talk about life

089

The male cultivator was sitting on a stone beside him, his face was full of sadness.

Both Chen Xiuping and Mo Shougui were knocked out, trapped by a steel ring and placed on the ground aside.

The female cultivator looked at him suspiciously: "Although it is Cheng Yin's son, no one knows if he was killed here. What are you afraid of? Isn't Yuan Shouru the son of Mo Qiushi in name, and I don't see you like that."

The male cultivator shook his head: "Hong Yun, Hong Yun, you still don't understand. Cheng Yin and Mo Qiushi are not on the same level at all. Would you compare Mo Tu and Mo Qiushi? They even have the same surname. "

The female cultivator named Hongyun frowned: "Mo Tu is the Taoist Lord of Crossing Tribulation, Mo Qiushi is just like you and me, a Nascent Soul, how can we compare them together."

The male cultivator said: "Then why do you think that Cheng Yin is just a Nascent Soul cultivator? Cheng Yin and Motu have a very good relationship, which is beyond your imagination."

Hong Yun said impatiently: "Yu Jian, you just listened to a few sessions of the law under Mo Tu's seat, do you really think who you are? Don't pretend to be a ghost for me, and speak clearly."

Yu Jian said: "I accidentally overheard the conversation between Motu and a certain person—that certain person is also well-known in the world of comprehension, and the world of mortals is full of mortals, you know."

Hong Yun thought for a while: "It's her."

Yu Jian said: "She hinted to Motu about one thing——Cheng Yin, he may have been reborn from the house."

These words were like a huge thunder, Hong Yun could only stare at Yu Jian with wide eyes for a moment, speechless.

Yu Jian looked solemn: "We dare to mention the names of Motu Daojun and that Hongchen layman boldly here, just because we are in the small world, but in fact, if the big one makes up his mind to count, how can we?" Can't figure anything out."

"What's more..." Yu Jian lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "If Cheng Yin is really an ancient monk who took his house and was reborn, how can you be sure that he, like ordinary monks, cannot find out what happened in the small world."

In the silence, Hong Yun rubbed his arms: "Don't scare me, you have such a guess, how dare you do such a thing."

Yu Jian suddenly laughed: "So, this is just the worst guess. The suggestion from Hongchen Dao is also ambiguous, and it may not necessarily mean that. If you don't enter the tiger's den, you will catch the tiger's cub. You have to try it. "

After speaking, he put both Chen Xiuping and Mo Shougui in one pocket and continued walking forward.

090

Meng Xiaobao put the last herb in the storage bag.

There is no night in Fairyland Mirage, but there is a long "season of passing away", in that season of passing away, plants wither, animals sleep, and after a long rest, the sound is restored.

This is information that is difficult for anyone except the person in charge of the small world to grasp, but even the person in charge of the small world probably doesn't know why.

But Meng Xiaobao knew.

Once the world is destroyed, the phoenix rises to nirvana.

Thinking of this, he looked at Zhonghuang Mountain from a distance.

He is currently at the junction of the central and southeastern regions. He will come here not only to find the herbs he needs, but mainly to find Chen Xiuping, but just now, he found that Chen Xiuping's existence has faded.

He frowned, followed the breath, and saw two sleeves in the middle, which was close to Zhonghuang Mountain.

Meng Xiaobao picked it up and took a look - Xunxian Zong's uniform usually had a door embroidered on the cuffs, this one was no exception, the name on it was exactly Chen Xiuping.

Flipping his hands, under a ball of flames, the cuff burned to ashes.

Meng Xiaobao's face was also gloomy.

——If you went to Zhonghuang Mountain...

He looked at Zhonghuang Mountain again, and orange flames suddenly burned in his dark brown eyes.

091

Yu Jian and Hong Yun walked for a while, and finally came to the foot of Zhonghuang Mountain.

Zhonghuang Mountain is not so much a mountain, it is more like a huge piece of metal ore that reaches the sky, and it is burning red and emitting hot smoke.

Yu Jian stopped walking: "This is Zhonghuang Mountain."

Shock and fear appeared on Hong Yun's face: "So full of anger."

A smile appeared on Yu Jian's face again: "If you don't have such ample anger, how can you cultivate a phoenix."

Hong Yun reluctantly nodded and said, "What should I do next?"

The smile on Yu Jian's face deepened: "How to do it? Of course it's...a blood sacrifice."

The moment Yu Jian's words rang in her ears, Hongyun already realized that something was wrong, but before she could react, she saw a huge palm appearing in front of her, and then all her consciousness became a blur. dark……

However, something even weirder happened.

After Yu Jian patted Hongyun into a pool of mud and put it on Zhonghuang Mountain, he loosened the loose animal bag first, and let Chen Xiuping and Mo Shougui out. Chen Xiuping was already awake at this moment, and he just wanted to say something when he raised his head. What, what floated in front of my eyes was a red dress that was slowly burning, and the evaporating flesh and blood. An eyeball rolled to the ground and was crushed by Yu Jian's foot that came steadily.

Chen Xiuping only felt dizzy, then his stomach twitched, his throat tightened, and he couldn't help retching.

Yu Jian still had a faint smile on his face, and he said, "Little guy, I'll let you go."

Chen Xiuping wanted to scold him, but his whole body and his lips were trembling, and he couldn't speak at all.

"You go, you go, everything is up to fate, I don't care."

While saying this, Hongyun's flesh and blood seemed to have seeped into the mountain, and then an entrance with the height of an adult gradually appeared at the place where the human flesh was originally attached.

Yu Jian walked in like this.

Chen Xiuping stayed where he was, not knowing what to do at all. He pulled one of his unruly wrists, thinking that the instigator of everything was this person who looked haggard like a porcelain doll, and he couldn't get angry for some reason. Come.

At this moment, his mind is still full of the flesh and blood and brains just now, as well as the squashed eyeballs.

He stared blankly at the hole in front of him, but felt that what he saw was still the bright red clothes and the meridian bones that were about to be baked but still had a human shape.

Then someone covered his eyes.

A clear and cool voice sounded in his ears: "I'll take you out."

Chen Xiuping grabbed the man's hand, and he tightly held the warm palm in his hand, tremblingly said: "Master, am I too useless?"

Cheng Yin pressed Chen Xiuping's face and brought him into his arms: "Don't think about it, sleep well, wake up, everything will be fine."