The white moonlight dressed as the Demon Sword Sovereign

It was Haishi, and the long street, which was still lively before, became quiet at the moment.

In a secluded corner at the end of the long street, the smog once again condensed into a human form, and when it came out to follow at night, it was wearing red because it was afraid that others would not see it, so the moment Chu Yiyang passed through the window, the red dress on Chu Yiyang's body turned into Darker black than night.

He stood still in the shadows, perfectly hidden in the darkness with the little black cat on his shoulders.

As soon as he arrived at the Qinglian Inn, he revealed his identity as the young master of the Hehuan Sect, and then made such a big commotion, which must have attracted the attention of the ancestors of Xuehe.

Chu Yiyang still wore the pale gold glove on his right hand, and felt that Xu Wang, who had become a cat-shaped puppet, stepped on his shoulder, and wrapped him around his left shoulder to his right shoulder like a cat climbing frame, and said to him: "Come on!" What are you doing here?"

Chu Yiyang looked at the dimly lit place with a casual expression: "Look for someone."

Xu Wang adapted to this form, and took the opportunity to sway on his arms and shoulders, hooking his chin with the nimble tail tip: "Who are you looking for?"

Chu Yiyang: "My brother."

Xu Wang's kitten showed a vivid shocked expression: "Do you have a younger brother?"

If I remember correctly, the Suzerain Ying of the Hehuan Sect has only one son.

His tail rested on the side of Chu Yiyang's neck, and he swept it back and forth. Chu Yiyang reached out and grabbed him, holding him in his arms: "What do you know about Hehuanzong?"

Xu Wang: "..."

Not long after, a middle-aged man in brown clothes with inconspicuous appearance and cultivation came out of Qinglian Inn and walked towards the east of the city.

Under the moonlit night, the faint ringing of the bell disappeared in a flash, and one person and one cat waiting in the corner followed up, and the progress bar slowly emerged: "[Qingye Mountain City] The exploration rate of the branch plot is 2%, and the exploration rate is 98%."

In the plot of [Qingye Mountain City], the Patriarch of Xuehe has set up strongholds in the four corners of the entire city. When the big formation is launched at Zishi, overwhelming blood mist will gushe out and surround the entire city.

As soon as Xu Wang saw the person in front, he smelled the same kind of smell on him, and immediately understood why Chu Yiyang wanted to bring him with him.

It's just that although the cultivation base of this ghost from outside the three sects is not pure, his movement skills are very strange, and the people who bring him may not be able to keep up with him...

As soon as this thought flashed across, Xu Wang saw a piece of puppet silk stretching out from the hand holding him in the darkness, and even towards the target in front, a crystal light flashed on the silk thread.

Xu Wang: "..."

He didn't know when this piece of puppet wire was connected, and the person holding him didn't mean to find his brother, so why did he follow a sneaky Guixiu?

One end of the puppet thread is tied to the eyeliner that Xuehe placed, and the other end is tied to the pale gold glove in Chu Yiyang's hand. The tied eyeliner has no idea that he is being followed, so he switches carefully several times After the route, they returned to their base in the east of the city.

The stronghold of the ancestor of Xuehe in the east of the city is the house of a wealthy businessman. The house is quite grand, but this mansion with a total of more than 100 people is not very popular at the moment. Push the door and go in and bypass the stone wall. I saw corpses strewn all over the place, and only evil spirits were left active.

The middle-aged man in brown clothes entered the mansion as if he had entered the mansion, while Chu Yiyang held the puppet silk that shone with faint silver light in his hand, and led the cat to stick to the base of the wall, and followed around the mansion, always Keep a distance from this person.

The brown-clothed ghost crossed the lifeless pond and came to the main hall.

The main hall is brightly lit, and there are two rows of ghost cultivators standing in each row. The pale young man with dull eyes sitting on the grand teacher's chair directly above is the third disciple of Patriarch Xuehe.

Although the ancestor of Blood River is an abandoned disciple of the Broken Soul Sect, he has encountered many adventures and made breakthroughs in the realm again and again. The posture of the legendary King Yama.

Bai Wuchang sat on the top, holding a soul-calling flag, and the black soul-calling flag rolled with resentment, and countless screaming faces appeared continuously.

His other hand was dripping with blood, and he was holding half a heart to feed the soul-calling banner. At his feet lay a maid whose heart had just been taken out, her eyes were wide open, and the blood was still warm.

The middle-aged man in brown didn't even look at the corpses in the hall, and knelt down as soon as he entered: "See the third young master."

Bai Wuchang, who had fed the last piece of incomplete flesh and blood in his hand, lazily raised his eyelids, and saw that kneeling below was the eyeliner planted in Qinglian Inn, so he wiped his hands with the soul-calling banner and asked, "Why, what do those monks have?" movement?"

In his opinion, these monks who rushed to Qinglian Inn on the first day were all useless and nothing to be afraid of, so their attitude was extraordinarily careless.

Just listen to this eyeliner planted in Qinglian Inn say: "The people from the Hehuan Sect are here."

"Acacia Sect?" Hearing these three words, the laziness on Bai Wuchang's face dissipated in an instant, and he looked at the three disciples of the blood river ancestor through his puppet eyes and thought, it seems that these eyes are also It's not that I can't open it.

"Yes." The middle-aged man in brown clothes maintained the movement of clasping his fists. He didn't know that he had become a puppet of others, and someone was watching everything in the hall through his own eyes.

I saw Bai Wuchang put his legs down from the chair and stood up suddenly. Obviously, there was a problem in the area he was in charge of at a critical moment, which made him restless.

He asked the brown-clothed ghost who was kneeling on the ground: "Shouldn't the Hehuan Sect come in two days? Who are they here?"

The Hehuan Sect is not easy to mess with. To some extent, they are even more difficult to mess with than the Kunlun Sword Sect.At least when you leave the northern border, Kunlun will be crippled with one leg, but if it's an enmity with the Hehuan Sect, they will entangle you to the end no matter what four realms and three seas you are.

Others in the hall did not dare to breathe, Bai Wuchang paced back and forth, the eyes of the corpse on the ground were still wide open, reflecting the snow-white boots on his feet, he murmured: "It's okay if it's an ordinary disciple, One or two deaths are not worth the Hehuan Sect's quarrel with us..."

But the middle-aged man in brown clothes broke his luck: "To the third young master, it is Mr. Jinling Ying Jiexin who came."

"what?!"

Bai Wuchang's eyes widened all of a sudden, and he stared at the middle-aged man on the ground incredulously. The middle-aged man lowered his head: "I saw people from the Tianshan Sword Sect coming at the inn, maybe it's because of his fiancée. ..."

Chu Yiyang was outside listening to the corner of the wall, Bai Wuchang's reaction was similar to what he expected: something beyond his control occurred, and he must go to see the ancestor of Xuehe.

"Troublesome, really troublesome!" Bai Wuchang couldn't help becoming frantic. The young master of the Hehuan Sect died here, and the Hehuan Sect will never die with their Blood River Sect.This is one, and the other is that this Ying Jiexin master is still crazy, I am afraid that even if her master confronts her, she will give up three points.

"No, I have to ask Master for instructions." He turned around, waved to the middle-aged man in brown, and motioned him to go back and keep staring at Qinglian Inn, "You go back and keep an eye on me, especially this one whose surname is Ying, Don't let them find out what's wrong."

"Yes." The middle-aged man in brown stood up and stepped back, even the puppet wire at the back of his neck was disconnected silently, and put it back into Chu Yiyang's glove.

Staying in his arms, the Young Master of the Ghost King Sect, who had already started to play with his tail at ease, heard the person above him ask, "What do you think, my virtuous brother?"

Xu Wang paused, what do you think?Chu Yiyang passed on the plan of the ancestor of Xuehe to him through the connection of puppetry. Xu Huang commented after carefully tasting it: "Xuehe is an abandoned disciple of the Severing Soul Sect. If he wants to use the big formation to break through the realm, it is nothing more than I want to return to the gate wall, except for this big formation, which is more powerful, the others are useless."

And even if Xuehe uses the underground Xuanyin veins of Qingye Mountain City to form a formation, he still has no less than four ways to break it.

Chu Yiyang knew that he was not lying, so according to what Xu Wang said, Xuehe chose to use such a formation with many flaws to attack the Transcending Tribulation Realm. It is impossible not to know about the offerings swallowed by one's own magic weapon.

The mottled brick wall in front of him changed again, Xu Wang knew that the person who was carrying him believed him, and started to take the next step.

……

Since he planned to tell Patriarch Xuehe the news that Master Jinling had come to the city, Bai Wuchang left immediately without further delay.

He went alone, leaving others to stay here, hurriedly took the soul-calling banner and went out, bypassing the tall locust tree in front of the door, and was about to go to where the master was.

However, not long after he walked, he heard the sound of breaking wind behind him, and immediately urged the soul-calling flag in his hand vigilantly, letting the soul-calling flag turn into black air to wrap himself, then turned around and slapped the person who dared to sneak attack: "who!"

His palm surrounded by black flames slapped empty space, and there was no one behind him, Bai Wuchang's face showed a look of shock, but before he could fully reveal it, he felt that someone had slapped his right shoulder .

Compared with him, this palm is completely useless.

But from the point where his shoulders came into contact with the palm of the visitor, his flesh, flesh and soul began to collapse bit by bit.He opened his mouth to scream, but he couldn't even make a sound. The huge suction force from his shoulder completely destroyed his body and spirit, pulling him away completely.

The little black cat in Chu Yiyang's arms exploded, and Xu Huang watched Bai Wuchang transform into a distorted shape in front of his own eyes. Even the scream was only half in his throat, and it was swallowed whole. In a pale gold glove.

A gust of wind blew by, and there was only a figure and a soul-calling banner left on the ground. How could Xu Wang not know how the priest following him fell on Chu Yiyang's hands?

Under the moonlight, Chu Yiyang withdrew his hand, and the second button on his wrist protruded a ferocious face, twisted like the priest next to him.

He picked up the soul-calling banner on the ground, and noticed that the little black cat was trembling slightly, so he asked, "Are you afraid?" Then the whole person started from the beginning, the bones changed, the muscles changed, and everything from the clothes to the breath began to imitate just being swallowed. Bai Wuchang.

Xu Wang was trembling, but not because of fear, but because of excitement.Chu Yiyang didn't notice this, he weighed the soul-calling banner in his hand, and felt the hostility coming from it as soon as he started it, and it seemed that he could hear the cries of countless resentful souls in his ears.

Sure enough, the practice of ghost cultivation is to step on the lives of countless people. No wonder it is regarded as taboo by the four realms and expelled upon seeing it.

Probably because the third disciple of Patriarch Xuehe was not considered an important person, so after he was killed, the system did not issue any warning sound, or it was still in a state of logical confusion.

Chu Yiyang recalled the details in the text for a moment, and confirmed the location of the ancestor of Xuehe in Qingye Mountain City, then took the newly acquired soul-calling banner and walked towards the temple in the city under the identity of Bai Wuchang.

The temple is the most conspicuous building in the entire Qingye Mountain City. In this world where there is no reincarnation and all living beings are desperately cultivating, there is only one god worshiped by the world, and that is the master of the shrine above Zhongzhou.

The Lord of the Shrine was the first true immortal who broke through the Great Dao and ascended from this world, and his way to heaven is still left on the top of Zhongzhou.

This palace of gods, located at the highest point in the world, suppresses the demons in the world. There are temples wherever there are people.

The first lord of the shrine was a man, so these temples are all god temples.

According to legend, the origin of Taoism in the entire world comes from the shrine, and all the decent sects of Taoism today can be regarded as the lineage of Zhongzhou.

The fairy gates of the four realms have changed, and the name of the shrine above Zhongzhou has also been changed several times. Now the name of the heavenly palace is Zhaoyue Palace, and the current owner of the shrine is a woman.

Patriarch Xuehe dared to set his sights on the temple, which was not only a provocation by the ghosts to the shrine, but also his own courage.

Walking on the quiet street, Chu Yiyang sensed the strong desire to say something from Xu Wang's heart, so he said: "If you have anything to say, say it quickly."

Xu Wang was not used to him talking to himself in Bai Wuchang's voice with Bai Wuchang's face on his face, but he was so excited that he couldn't hold back, so he simply asked in one breath: "Is this a heavenly magic weapon? My offering is like You killed me like that just now? Where did you get such a powerful magic weapon? Who are you?"

Heaven-level magic weapons are very rare in the four realms and three seas, even in their Ghost King Sect, there are only two of them. I didn't expect that he would have such a one when he met Chu Yiyang when he came out this time.

Moreover, his various methods are too weird, even weirder than himself, the authentic young master of the Ghost King Sect. Xu Wang thought that he was caught by Chu Yiyang's secret technique because of his own carelessness, but now it seems that even if he has Even if they were prepared, they might not be able to match him.

"Who am I?" Xu Wang asked him four questions, Chu Yiyang was only interested in answering the last one, a puppet thread flickered between his fingers, and once again turned the over-excited Young Master of the Ghost King Sect into a person who could neither move nor speak The puppet is in the sleeve.

He walked forward under the moon with the soul-calling flag, his steps seemed to be slow, but in reality he shrank into an inch, and he arrived in front of the temple in the center of the city in an instant.

Chu Yiyang raised his head, looked at the temple in front of him, and said to himself, "Aren't I the young master of Hehuan Sect?"

Under the doorpost in front, two streams of smoke condensed into the appearance of guards, blocking the person holding the soul-calling banner: "See the third young master, why did the young master come here at this time?"

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