The white moonlight dressed as the Demon Sword Sovereign

On the wasteland, the smoke and dust slowly dispersed, and there was a white crack on the originally crimson ground, like a sword wound on the face of the controller behind the Sen Luo Temple.

Such a powerful aura descended, and the four fields were cleared away. After a brief stupor, the monks who were besieged and tired of dealing with it all gathered towards this side in ecstasy.

Zong Mo and Ning Shaoyou saw Beitang Hanye shaking the frost on the sword, and sheathed the Qiankun sword.

On the wilderness of the Fire Temple, he was still like a lone wolf, not planning to talk to them.

But for some reason, his beautifully shaped eyes flicked over Ning Shaoyou's body, and the movement of leaving stopped again.

Seeing this, Zong Mo, who clearly knew that the only way to survive was to hug Beitang Hanye's thigh, was overjoyed.

Regardless of Sanqi 21, he immediately pushed away his friend's hand and flew up by himself: "I didn't expect to see Sword Master here, it's really great!"

Even after a night of bloody battle in Qingye Mountain City, the young master of Tianqin Sect was not as embarrassed as he is now. He came up to the sword master in white who was closer than his own father, and sighed, "If the sword master didn't make a timely move just now, we would be dead. .”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Beitang Hanye did not look at him.

His eyes were always on Ning Shaoyou.

The head disciple of the Mingyang Sword Sect was a little nervous, and his originally cold handsome face became even more serious.

Zong Mo, who was ignored, also turned his head to look at his friend, and heard Beitang Hanye's deep voice: "What's the matter with your breath?"

Down below, those monks who were teleported to the Fire Palace and experienced countless fights have gathered together, looking up at the three people in the sky.

When Ning Shaoyou heard the words, he subconsciously lowered his head and looked at himself. Beitang Han Yeling stood in mid-air, waiting for his answer.

On him, Beitang Hanye sensed a familiar ghost aura.

From the time he came out of breaking the delusion, he knew that the person he wanted to see must be in the imperial city.

When he was in the cave, he looked like a boy, with violent demonic power and demonic aura that seemed to come from ancient times.

This time he appeared in the illusion, his appearance has changed, and the aura on his body has also turned into a ghostly aura.

Since he wanted to see him and find him, he just had to search among these monks and find out which one of them had a similar aura, it might be him.

As for what to do after seeing him, Beitang Hanye didn't know.

Master's admonition still rings in my ears, practicing the way of killing should not be emotional, but he has already been emotional, this is a fact and cannot be changed.

Perhaps the only way to know the answer is to find someone.

The situation on the wasteland was changing all the time, and the monks gathered below didn't know what they were doing up there, they were just keeping an eye on their surroundings.

And Beitang Hanye has never lacked the patience to wait, not to mention his own memory, there is only one person who makes him have such obsession.

Zong Ning and the two of them thought hard together, there was something on Ning Shaoyou that could attract Beitang Hanye's attention.

Zong Mo scratched his head with the flute, and then a flash of light flashed in his mind, and immediately turned to Beitang Hanye and said loudly: "I see, it's that one!"

As he spoke, he took out a token from his arms, and when Ning Shaoyou saw this token, he also showed a sudden expression.

"Look, Sword Master."

Facing Beitang Hanye's gaze, Zong Mo injected spiritual power into the token with the mountain stone symbol, and then, like Ning Shaoyou, his aura also changed suddenly, from the original fresh popularity to There was a gloomy ghost.

"It's this token." Ning Shaoyou also took out this token, and said to Beitang Hanye, "This is something I got from outside the city under the jurisdiction of the Mingyang Sword Sect. As long as you inject spiritual power, you can change your breath." .”

He had been using it to change his breath before, in order to mix into these continuous evil spirit legions, confuse their cognition, and pretend to be one of them, so as to increase the probability of a successful sneak attack.

For demonstration at this moment, Ning Shaoyou withdrew the spiritual power in the token, and the ghostly aura that was different from a living person disappeared immediately.

He raised his head, and saw the gaze of the sword master in white shift from him to Zong Mo, which made the two of them feel their hearts pounding——

Didn't he already explain the reason for the ghostly aura on his body, why is there still something wrong with the way Sword Master looks at them?

Trouble, looking at these two imprints of the Fourth Hall of Senluo and the tokens that can change breaths, Beitang Hanye knew that the scope of his investigation had expanded again, and obviously more than one person here had something that could turn into a ghost.

And whether it's Ning Shaoyou or Zong Mo, they hold different tokens, but there is no difference in the aura they change.

However, Beitang Hanye glanced at Ning Shaoyou's hands.

The head disciple of Mingyang Sword Sect wears a ring on his right index finger, which is the seal of the chief disciple of their sect.

In the fantasy world, the person who once held his face and put his lips on his hands did not have a ring on his hand.

And... Beitang Hanye's eyes flicked over Ning Shaoyou's tightly pursed lips. The lips of the head disciple of the Mingyang Sword Sect were thin, which was different from the people in the illusion.

The other party seems to have left no clues, but the more he thinks about it, the more details he can recall that are different from others.

Under the premise that these two points did not meet, Beitang Hanye ruled out Ning Shaoyou first, and looked at Zong Mo.

As soon as he looked away, Ning Shaoyou relaxed, feeling cold sweat breaking out from behind his back at some point.

Seen by the sword master in the transcending tribulation period, it is more stressful than charging in the army of evil spirits.

But... the head disciple of the Mingyang Sword Sect doubted what he had just seen——

Was Jian Zun looking at my lips just now?

Compared to his discomfort, Zong Mo was different.

As soon as he felt that the sword master in white was looking at him, his eyes seemed to have an approach signal of unknown purpose, the young master of Tianqin sect immediately stuck to him like a puppy of his relatives, wagging his tail: "Sword master."

Compared with Ning Shaoyou, his hands are clean without any ornaments.

The young master of Tianqin Sect, who is eloquent and familiar, has a pair of beautiful lips, even when he is not smiling, the corners of his mouth are curled up.

He didn't care how he was being scrutinized, and his mind had already jumped from "holding the thigh of Sword Master Beitang and getting out from here" to "holding the thigh of Sword Master Beitang tightly, and jumping from the second-level sect in the northern border to the third-ranked sect in the northern border." Big sect".

The position of "No. [-] in the Northern Territory" belongs to the Hehuan Sect. Of course, he believes that Chu Yiyang still has a day to soar into the sky.

The second dare not think, but the third is no problem.

Tianqinzong has been in this position for a long time, and has accumulated enough strength, and the new sword master in front of him also needs to have some followers of his own.

As long as he seized the opportunity and hugged his thigh, the Tianqin Sect's ascendance is just around the corner!

When he goes up, of course he won't forget to support Shaoyou's Mingyang Sword Sect.

Shao Youguang practiced swords and didn't know how to be flexible, so he still had to rely on himself to build a good relationship with him.From now on, the Tianqin Sect will be the third in the northern region, and the Mingyang Sword Sect will be the fourth in the northern region, advancing and retreating together.

Zong Mo thought, and couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

He stared at the person he was going to follow with sparkling eyes, and he almost urged the sword master in white to ask himself something quickly.

Beitang Hanye originally planned to use questions to narrow the distance and create opportunities for inspection, so he followed Zong Mo's expectation and asked: "How long have you been in? How many waves of attacks have been repelled? What about the others? You have been together?"

He had not been on the first floor for a short time. If the person he was looking for was right in front of him, he would definitely be alone.

If they are not alone, they can be excluded together.

After his words fell, Zong Mo immediately replied: "We came in with our respective sects, but we separated in the middle, and then met again. We have been in for more than two hours. I don't remember how many waves of enemies have been repelled. gone."

As he said that, he took a look at Ning Shaoyou, asked for answers from him, turned his head after seeing his friend nodding, and told him the experience after he came in without waiting for Beitang Hanye to ask the details.

Ning Shaoyou was used to chattering with his friends, and just watched silently from the sidelines.

And Beitang Hanye looked at Zong Mo who was talking non-stop. Although he met all the requirements, he talked too much, and the person he wanted to find was not so talkative, and even a little alienated.

Whether it was in the cave in the secret realm or in the illusion just now, when the two of them were closest to each other, either his demonic power was out of control, or he was in danger.

What's more, he left a letter saying that he hoped that what happened in the secret realm would stay in the secret realm. Even if they meet again in the outside world, it is impossible to take the initiative to get close to him like he is now.

In the sky, Zong Mo fell silent while talking.

The person in front of him seemed to be staring at him, but he had the feeling that the other person was not looking at him at all.

Zong Mo belatedly remembered that those swordsmen who were in the same batch as the one in front of him had no chance of growing up and all died under his killing sword.

This is indeed a powerful leader, but it is also dangerous to approach him.

"Sword Master."

Just when he didn't know how to break the deadlock, he heard the voice of his friend behind him, and felt that he pulled him back, blocking him in a vague way.

When those eyes looked over, Ning Shaoyou felt as if his whole body was immersed in ice water, but he still continued softly, "I don't know what Jianzun wants to investigate, but only the two of us know The limit is limited, the monks who have entered the Fire Palace have already gathered below, and there are more monks in the wasteland, I think we might as well go all the way and gather them together, maybe Sword Master can get the news he wants."

……

When Ning Shaoyou made the proposal, he let out a sigh of relief, but luckily Beitang Hanye accepted his proposal.

So at this moment, the monks who were wandering in the endless wasteland were gathered together, following the white figure in front, like a sword made of frost, walking towards the depths of the wasteland.

Wherever they passed, the extremely tyrannical sword intent swept away the evil ghost army, and they were often destroyed before they took shape.

All the people who were gathered felt lucky, and Zong Mo and Ning Shaoyou, who were the first to be by Beitang Hanye's side and were not expelled by him, but instead gathered a whole team, had been watching secretly.

Beitang Hanye didn't care about the life and death of these monks in the wasteland.

There were many young monks in the team, both male and female, but his eyes only stayed on the young male monks.

Even if I feel pity for the female disciple who was rescued in the team, I look at him with expectant eyes——I am afraid that there is no one who can not be tempted by him—— He didn't look at it at all.

Zong Ning and the two looked at it all the way, and confirmed the guess in their hearts.

Ning Shaoyou: "Sword Master is looking for someone."

And it was a young man.

Zong Mo nodded: "I think so too. But who is so desperate? It seems that he owes him a lot of money."

Ning Shaoyou: "..."

Seeing that after meeting Beitang Hanye and having a team, he looked radiant again, and now even has Kung Fu fan friends, Ning Shaoyou thought it was no wonder Yingying didn't miss him.

——Clearly claiming to be romantic, but can't tell whether others owe money or love.

Ning Shaoyou turned his eyes and continued to stare at the white figure, thinking in his heart: "This state is quite like those young heroes outside the northern border who were abandoned by the disciples of the Hehuan Sect and came to them without knowing the truth."

But ordinary Hehuan Sect disciples wouldn't have the guts to get on Jianzun's head, and what he saw was a man, could it be...

A familiar red figure appeared in front of Ning Shaoyou's eyes, then he shook his head and overturned this idea.

How is it possible, everyone is so familiar, how could they not recognize it.

And Brother Ying already has a suitable Taoist partner, there is no need to do this, it is impossible.

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