The white moonlight dressed as the Demon Sword Sovereign

When the news of Kunlun Peak came back, the Chief Xuanyuan was playing chess with the Third Chief.

The third seat didn't care about the chess game at all, and immediately raised his head when he saw someone approaching.

Master Xuanyuan put the chess pieces back into the box and asked, "How?"

"They went in." It was still the previous disciple who came to deliver the news, "There is nothing unusual in the hall, and two of them met Jianzun by the lotus pond, and Jianzun was also awake."

Hearing these words, the tense lines on Chief Xuanyuan's face eased.

The third chief couldn't help but happily slapped the table beside him: "Great!" He looked at the chief chief, "Since the sword master is fine, we should go to the top of Kunlun now, right?"

After killing Daoxiu, every breakthrough is a choice between sobriety and madness. As long as the person does not fall into madness after waking up, it is considered a success.

However, without waiting for the chief officer to nod, the young disciple who came to report the news said again: "Jianzun left the Kunlun Peak as soon as he left the customs, and the third officer may not see anyone in the past now. And there is one more thing——"

He looked at Da Sizuo and told him about the strange condition of the lotus in the lotus pond.

Da Sizuo's eyes were fixed, and he stood up from his position in the next second, and disappeared in front of the two of them in the form of Qingguang.

The third seat was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly chased after him.

When he pressed down the sword light on the top of the Kunlun Mountains and walked towards the back of the main hall, the chief minister and the sixth chief who had been guarding the cloud platform before were standing side by side by the lotus pond.

San Sizuo walked over and saw the two of them looking at the flower core that had turned into a pure black lotus in front of them.

Master Xuanyuan raised his hand and shot a beam of sword light towards the lotus flower. The moment the lotus flower came into contact with the sword energy, it collapsed before the eyes of the three of them, leaving only a wisp of black mist in the air.

"Demonic Qi." The Chief Sizuo solemnly put down his hand, and raised his eyes to look at the boundless lotus pond. Every lotus flower condenses a wisp of magical energy in its heart, and the degree of purity of the magical energy is astonishing.

"How can there be magic energy on Kunlun Peak?"

The third seat simply suspected that he was wrong, he took a step forward, and unbelievingly released sword energy towards another lotus.

Compared with Da Sizuo, his sword energy was stronger and fiercer, and the cluster of lotus flowers and leaves exploded under his sword energy, releasing more black mist.

Kunlun peak's aura is extremely pure, and once the black mist dissipates, it's like spring snow meeting warm sun, being purified in the blink of an eye.

The third seat's eyelids twitched, and even if he couldn't believe it, he had to admit that the core of the lotus flower in the pool was pure magic energy.

There is only one person on Kunlun Peak who can practice in this lotus pond.

What this pond full of lotus flowers absorbed was the devilish energy escaping from this person.

"However, all of this doesn't make sense." The sixth chief's voice sounded, with a trace of puzzlement, "Even if you practice the way of killing and go crazy, what you will have is only boundless killing thoughts, which will make the practitioner fall into irreversible madness ...How could Sword Master give birth to devilish energy?"

Demonic cultivators are completely different from them. If monks of the righteous way of the immortal sect want to fall into the demonic way and convert their spiritual power into demonic energy, they also need to go to the demonic realm and improve their demonic skills to do so.

"Suppress this matter first, and don't allow anyone to approach the Kunlun Peak." Chief Xuanyuan immediately made a decision, "Those two disciples who came to the lotus pond are locked up first, and I'm going to Qingye Mountain City."

After hearing his words, the third seat and the sixth seat knew that he was planning to meet the former sword master who was guarding under the temple.

In the entire Kunlun Sword Sect, he is the only one who knows the Dao of Slaughter best, and also knows the secrets of Sword Master best.

Although I don't know where the sword master has gone right now, but he has not fallen into a frenzied killing, they still have time.

Make arrangements and hand over the affairs of the sect to the more careful and steady sixth chief, and the chief chief will leave for Qingye Mountain City.

Human realm, Green Leaf Mountain City.

In the desert, a majestic city stands under the sky. Nearly half a year has passed since the catastrophe, and this border city has once again glowed with vitality.

The city gate opened, people came and went, and the former prosperity was restored.

Although the mortals in the city are fragile, they are tenacious. During the rebuilding process of Qingye Mountain City, the residents in the city also rebuilt their lives.

In the east of the city where mortals live, a restaurant has just reopened.

Beitang Hanye sat in the seat by the window, dressed in dark purple and luxurious robes, whether it was the unrivaled face or the temperament of the whole body, it isolated him from the world.

The person sitting by the window was so eye-catching that other diners on the same floor couldn't help but look in this direction.

But every time I look at it, the memory of the Qingye Mountain City being attacked by ghost cultivators reappears in my mind, like a nightmare coming again.

They regained their composure, dripping with cold sweat, and dared not look any further.

I was sure that this must be a powerful monk, but for some reason, I didn't go to the area where the monks gathered, but came here.

"My lord... your food and drink are here, take your time."

The waiter was holding a tray, and brought the food and wine over tremblingly, and then saw the guest stretch out his slender hand like jade, and put a silver ingot on the tray.

Although very happy, Xiao Er couldn't breathe under the oppressive feeling, stammered his thanks, and immediately backed away.

The area around Beitang Hanye was quiet again.

In restaurants where mortals gather, there is no spiritual food for monks, only ordinary food and drink.

He picked up the jug, lowered his eyes slightly, and poured some cloudy wine into the glass.

He didn't come to Qingye Mountain City for the food here.

In two days, the Valley of Seven Emotions will open. When the Feast of Six Desires and Seven Emotions is in the world, if you really want to taste the rare delicacies, you have to go there.

The wine was poured to the level of the cup, Beitang Hanye put down the wine pot, picked up the wine glass with his usual sword-holding fingers, brought it to his lips, and drank the wine in one gulp.

He came back here just to see.

The monk could not be drunk by the wine brewed by mortals. After drinking one glass, he poured another glass.

Being in the midst of the bustle, it seemed like he was alone on top of the snow peak. After leaving the customs this time, the whole world seemed to be farther away from him.

Beitang Hanye could clearly perceive that the sunlight, the laughter of children, and the liveliness of ordinary people in this world that he could touch before could not touch his heart now.

Those thoughts of killing, blood, and endless screams that accompanied him all the time since he entered the Tao became louder. Every moment he felt that the world was noisy, but the surrounding square inch was extremely lonely.

Is this the world master felt?

He filled the second glass of wine, and when he picked it up again, his eyes were attracted by a group of people passing by below.

It was a group of temples dedicated to disciples.

When Qingye Mountain City was being rebuilt, they were used to leaving the temple every day and walking in the city, blessing these mortals who were busy living and rebuilding in Qingye Mountain City.

It has also become a new habit of the residents of Qingye Mountain City to stop what they are doing when they see them appearing, and worship these temples.

For a moment, the whole lively street stopped.

When the disciples of these temples with tight jackets and elegant hems passed by, all mortals knelt on the ground piously, bowing their heads to accept the blessings from the shrine.

The cool water drops from the willow branches purify everything.

They murmured their prayers to the heavenly shrine, hoping that their voices could be conveyed to heaven through the envoys.

Not only them, but other people in the restaurant also gathered by the window and knelt down on the spot when the team of offerings from the temple arrived.

For a while, only Beitang Hanye was still sitting alone.

Jian Zun looked down for a moment with his dark eyes, and was recalled by the clothes on their bodies.

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After the Qingye Mountain City was robbed, the disciples dedicated to the temple would be divided into four teams every day to send peace of mind to ordinary people everywhere in the city.

Today, the group of worshiping disciples who passed by in the east of the city finished their blessings as usual, so they didn't have to go back to the temple to continue on duty, so they returned neatly to the worshiping house.

Although they were also robbed when the ghost cultivators invaded last time, most of them were fine, and their hearts to serve the shrine were still pious. After returning to their residences, they also practiced in the residences according to their old habits. hold.

The leader of this team is a young man, who is quite high-ranking among the disciples enshrined in the temple. He has his own independent room, and he also has a small statue of the god in the room.

Although that night, the statue of the god in the temple of Qingye Mountain City gave birth to a smiling face of a young man, but after Ghost Xiu was killed and everything returned to calm, the statue of the god also returned to normal.

Unlike the others, he had other experiences that night.

He still remembered that when he was praying to the god in his room, someone suddenly broke in and knocked him out, and pushed him under the bed.

It wasn't until it was over that he awoke under the bed to find that he had escaped death.

Therefore, the young man was not afraid, and regarded this as the god's answer to his prayer.

It's just that when he returned to his residence today, he was still shocked when he opened the door and saw a stranger in the room again.

The other party was dressed in purple, sitting in front of the table in his room, even if the light in the room was dim, that handsome face that was beyond ordinary people's imagination still seemed to be shining slightly, able to attract the attention of those who saw him All attract.

The boy collected himself and closed the door under the gaze of the other party.

He walked in and asked, "Who are you? What's the matter here?"

The other party did not answer immediately, but stretched out his hand, and a torn white garment appeared in his hand: "Is this your garment?"

"Can I have a look?" The boy asked him, and after getting permission, he came forward and took the torn white clothes.

It can be seen that this dress has been carefully starched, and some people have tried to mend it, but it still cannot be mended.

He looked at it for a while, and after confirming it, he put the torn white robe back into the hand of the visitor, then nodded: "That's right, this is the robe enshrined in our temple."

Both the clothing making method and the fabric are exactly the same, and he even feels that the details are familiar.

Because he has a jacket with the same details as this one.

After getting an affirmative answer, Beitang Hanye's heart stirred slightly, and he took back the torn white clothes.

He was empty-handed, looked at the temple in front of him to enshrine his disciples, and asked slowly: "Is there any one of you with a string of bells on your left foot?"

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