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The long sword fell with a bang, rolled several times on the ground, and landed not far away without making a sound.

The Misty Patriarch's attack was not violent, just like the attack on the Nascent Soul earlier, at least there was not much disturbance on the surface.

Like the red mist covering the city, he quietly landed from the sky and knocked Cheng Yuzhi to the ground.

The handsome young man spat out a mouthful of blood and leaned back.

His head hit the ground heavily, bright red blood spread out, soaking his long black hair, even the eyes praised by the mist ancestor lost their spirit and were dim.

The sound of the audience was louder and louder, and no one could hear what others were shouting.

The young Daoist who was named couldn't survive the second blow.

The second blow also fell lightly, and everyone couldn't bear to look directly at him. They turned their eyes away and prayed silently, leaving his body intact... Don't be like the person in front of him with no bones left.

However, a miracle did happen.

The second attack of the Misty Patriarch had no intention of attacking, but instead suspended his life for Cheng Yuzhi, barely holding his last breath.

The red-clothed demon cultivator landed on the ground, stepped on the blood stains on the ground lightly, and hugged Cheng Yuzhi with his own hands, as if he was holding some precious treasure, quite affectionately.

He looked down, stretched out his hand, opened Cheng Yuzhi's eyelids, watched closely for a while, and let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

"How could I be willing to die with such beautiful eyes?" He sighed, "I saved your life. According to Daoxiu, you should sacrifice your life to repay me."

"Now, do you agree to be my disciple?"

He pressed the head of Cheng Yunzhi who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, brushed his messy hair on his forehead, and said happily: "You agreed! That's great."

Everyone saw that the red-clothed demon cultivator hugged the young Daoist cultivator's body on his shoulders like he was hugging a child, and turned to leave.

Before leaving, he looked back in the distant sky.

Seeing the older Tao Xiu staring intently at the person in his arms, he slowly exhaled a cold breath from his mouth.

He sucked in the permeating red mist with big mouthfuls, and when he realized something was wrong, he lowered his head.

Opened the internal inspection and found that many meridians were damaged and internal organs were bleeding.

Already angry to such an extent, what's the use?

After all, you...

You wait for me.

With a new disciple in his arms, Patriarch Miwu was in a good mood.

He landed in front of the gate of his palace, handed over the people to the steward, and told them that this was his apprentice, the future master.

In the process of picking up the matter, Yunzhi's limp body completely ignored his miserable appearance covered in bright red, and nodded yes.

The Misty Patriarch walked forward and said with a smile: "Have someone bring me two jars of wine, and when the boy wakes up, let him drink some to celebrate."

The job should be to transport Cheng Yunzhi to the vacant hall.

Seeing that people still look half-dead, the steward thought to himself, it is easy to touch the old ancestor's head, you know, the old ancestor loves to be clean, and being able to take people for such a long distance is already extremely important.

He ordered a few servants to bring a set of coats that were similar to those worn by the Misty Patriarch, and let Cheng Yunzhi put them on after he woke up.

The servant responded and asked the steward, "Do you need to give... him medicine?"

The steward was stunned for a moment, and they looked back together, just in time to see the blood slowly oozing out, flowing from the back of Cheng Yun's head and seven orifices, slowly staining the bed red.

The steward made a decisive decision: "Help. The ancestor must think so, you go and get the thousand-year-old ginseng."

When everyone left, countless light red curtains fell, covering the people in the bed little by little.

Yu Ziframe almost went crazy.

That day, when he watched Cheng Yuzhi being taken away, he didn't change his expression even when he saw Moxiu eating people in the street, but now he couldn't even hold the sword in his hand, and fell heavily to the ground.

At the same time, his knee fell.

That's him...that's the child he raised since he was a child...

He was silent and speechless in despair, and when his sight touched the solitary remaining bloodstain on the ground, it became even more blurred, and he couldn't help but take a big breath.

Now he was severely injured and bled a lot. I'm afraid his bones were broken and his internal organs were injured.

When did I suffer so much!

The tall Daoxiu involuntarily bowed his waist, his eyes were blurred, and he was not woken up until the clear water fell on the ground.

It's raining.

The people who hadn't dispersed didn't dare to go forward to comfort him, for fear of being chopped off by the sword of Daoxiu who lost his mind.

They hesitated back and forth, but saw the rain falling from the sky, wetting the dry ground into dense ripples like small dots.

It seldom rains in Misty City, maybe it was blocked by the red mist, everyone has lived for so long, and it is always sunny.

They raised their hands to catch the clear rainwater, feeling as if they didn't know the world.

The rain that the red mist can't stop is naturally extremely heavy.

Not long after, the crowd dispersed like birds and beasts, leaving Daoxiu alone on the field, kneeling on the field, supporting the ground with his hands.

The pool of blood was quickly washed away.

Yu Ziframe staggered to his feet.

He made a decision to enter the city lord's mansion and steal his junior brother out, even if he might be killed on the spot by the misty patriarch, or be surrounded and killed by countless demon cultivators.

……

The ghost gate was blatantly torn open, revealing an empty hole.

Gu Yan passed through the gate of ghosts with a blank expression, and walked slowly down the path of ghosts and monsters. His snow-white sleeves were like birds flying in the sky, falling among the ghosts, it was a dazzling light.

The time flow of ghosts and monsters is different from that of the present world, and even monks in the Mahayana period have difficulty adapting to it.

He smelled Cheng Yunzhi's scent.

It's a faint scent of grass and trees, accompanied by a faint fluctuation of spiritual power, in a certain city among the Eighteen Cities of Ghosts and Creatures, faintly, faintly.

The fairy who came from the sky bowed his head, and the divine sword hummed angrily in his hand.

Gu Yan said coldly: "You smelled it too, didn't you?"

Only when he is injured and bleeding, will his beloved untrained apprentice emit a large amount of his own scent, and he can catch a little bit of it.

Time is tight.

He didn't hesitate at all, and walked towards a certain direction.

At the foot, a group of ghosts appeared, and the magic smoke enveloped them. On the barren and dry land, clusters of dark ominous grass grew, which were collected by the demons, put them in their mouths, and chewed greedily.

Anyone who came to see it would be fainted by the tens of thousands of demon army.

He quickly found the city, which was separated from the outside world by a brick-red barrier, and he could not see half of the movements of the people in the city.

It is one of the eighteen ghost cities, Misty City.

On this land, Gu Yan's cultivation will also be suppressed, so a quick battle is needed.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a hoarse and unpleasant voice from the depths of the ghost creature, and said with a low smile, "It turns out that it is the lord of the celestial being."

Gu Yan said calmly: "I'm here to find someone."

The ghost smiled, and turned into a stone hand that covered the sky and pointed at the torn gate of ghosts and monsters above the sky.

"Then what is this?"

Xianjun waved his sleeves and didn't listen to him chanting. He dropped the curse on his own and weakened the barrier of the foggy city by one third.

The voice in the depths of the ghost creature was really irritated, and with a smile, it emerged its stone-carved body and walked towards Xianjun.

"This time...you are the one who broke the contract first!"

From the southeast to the northwest, a total of five huge figures appeared.

It is the five ghost kings in charge of different regions!

Gu Yan looked up and saw that the thick black mist covered the sky and covered the sun, gathering above his head, it was actually trying to trap the famous Jie'a Xianjun in ghosts forever, and he couldn't get out!

Immediately, Gu Yan was overwhelmed by the devilish energy!

……

Cheng Yunzhi twitched on the bed, and was held down by his leg in horror, turned his head and shouted: "I moved, I woke up!"

The steward hurried over, opened Cheng Yunzhi's eyelids, and sighed.

It can be regarded as saving his life, but the root bone is damaged, and it may be difficult to improve in cultivation in the future... Bah!What monasticism!

After entering the sect of the ancestor of the mist, no matter what, it's time to practice magic!

He leaned over again, took a closer look at the whites of Cheng Yunzhi's eyes, and pulled his tongue, took a few glances, and said, "You are weak and weak, and you have bled too much. Next, you have to rest, otherwise your cultivation will be ruined." scrapped."

The servant said cautiously: "His ribs seem to be broken."

The steward: "Small injury, go get a bottle of medicine."

The servants took orders and hurried away. The steward hung up the hanging curtains, took another censer, and lit a piece of incense in it.

It is the ancestor's favorite incense, and it is sent to him for use, so the weight of this new apprentice must be quite heavy.

The red mist that filled the city did not enter this palace at all.

Turning his head again, he saw the demon cultivator in red walking silently behind him, with his eyes downcast, he was sizing up his new apprentice.

As if he saw something he was satisfied with, he smiled slightly, sat on the edge of the bed, and stroked Cheng Yunzhi's long hair pitifully. They have been washed and are still clean.

Patriarch: "Have you washed it?"

The steward stood still, bowed his head and said, "Only clean spells were used."

The ancestor touched it a few more times, and suddenly felt that this long hair is also a good treasure.

He said lightly: "I just caught a thief, and it seems that he has something to do with him. He broke into my house with audacity, knocked the servant unconscious, and took him away clamorously."

The old ancestor was thoughtful: "Fortunately, I spared his life and locked him in the cave of ten thousand demons. Ask if there is something good."

The steward said respectfully: "These little thieves, ten thousand deaths are not a pity."

Patriarch: "That won't happen."

Saying that, the red-clothed devil got up, pulled the long belt that tied the curtain, and threw it to the ground.

The curtains fell down, covering people in layers again.

He passed through the main hall and entered the Ten Thousand Devils Cave. He stood still in front of a cave entrance and looked at the daoxiu who was in a state of distress and had a broken wrist and hamstring.

Yu Ziframe was lying on the ground, unable to even stand up.

The sharp wails from the Ten Thousand Devils Cave came from all the time, poured into his eardrums, and could drive a living person into a lunatic.

He felt that a hole had been pierced in his ear, nose and mouth, and he was leaking air.

But being thrown here overnight by the Misty Patriarch, Yu Ziframe was still conscious.

Seeing someone stop in front of him, he struggled desperately, looked up, saw a bright red hem, and realized that Patriarch Mist had really come.

There is hope for it.

Yu Ziframe said intermittently: "You put...you let him go, and I will do as you please."

The ancestor of the mist looked surprised. He opened the door of the cage with his own hands, walked up to Yu Ziframe and squatted down, and asked kindly: "What do I want you to do? What use are you for?"

Yu Zi framed: "What should I say, she is also a Nascent Soul. It can be regarded as half a foot into the door of cultivation."

The ancestor asked him gently: "But I don't need a Taoist who has stepped into the gate of Taoism." After finishing speaking, he put one foot on Taoxiu's wrist and listened carefully to his heavy breathing.

The more he listened, the more intoxicated and excited he became.

Yu Ziframe's wrist was in severe pain, but he couldn't control it anymore.

Daoxiu turned over, lay on his back on the dirty ground, and said, "I'll do whatever you want me to do, even if I'm a demon." He narrated calmly, and the picture in his mind drifted back to the memories of a few years ago .

It seemed that last night was still summer, and he was lying on the mat with her, counting the stars bit by bit.

The master stood not far from them, and waited until Xiao Cheng fell asleep, taking advantage of the breeze, to send him back to his room to rest.

"Let, let him leave this city," Dao Xiudao said, choking slightly, "Let him leave, I can pay all the price."

Unexpectedly, the Misty Patriarch readily agreed.

"Okay," he said lightly, letting go of his foot, and instead gave a breath of life, "Sounds good."

"Then sell you to me, just like selling to a ghost; be my sharp knife, my faithful dog, and my soulless puppet."

He raised his two fingers together and tapped on Yu Ziframe's forehead.

Low-pitched, dark laughter came little by little: "This is my Fog City's practice."

"After practicing it, you are one of us."

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After counting, about three or four chapters end this plot, and then enter Xianjun's personal line