Immortal Monarch and Demon Venerable are all my vests

What he said was 'still dare', but the tone sounded like 'will'.

——Sect Master Xie is honored as the No. 1 under He Dao, and naturally he is not afraid of Venerable Yin in terms of combat power.

In the fuzzy and shaking image, Xie Tingxuan's figure is as steady as Mount Tai, "You should trust me more, and trust your own eyesight to pick friends. It has been nearly 16 years since we met at the age of 700, traveling together and worshiping each other. It's been a long time, Yin Lang, do you think it's not enough for me to recognize a person?"

"Xie Tingxuan, have you figured out the result yet? If you make another mistake, we really won't be able to catch up!" The young man, who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, was half lying on the tree trunk, urging impatiently, "You It’s not that those chattering guys in the Astrology Hall really understand the crape myrtle spell..."

"It's not crape myrtle numbers, it's probability." The older young man next to him seriously corrected him, "I can't accurately determine the direction of Moxiu's escape, I can only give a maximum possibility. For example, Moxiu Originally, he could have three options for his escape route, but since we, the demon-slayer disciples who did not appear in the normal prediction range, his escape route will change, and this is divided into two possibilities: whether he guesses whether there are other disciples Let's consider..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Shen Muxuan covered his ears, feeling hopeless, "Just tell me the result of your calculation, I'm not interested in the process!"

According to the results given by Xie Tingxuan, the two traveled across mountains and ridges for two days and two nights.

On the first day, Shen Muxuan's mood was fairly stable. On the second day, he didn't see anyone until nightfall. He grabbed Xie Tingxuan's collar and gritted his teeth, "I warn you, Xie, if my reward points are not enough for you to exchange for the Sky Star Stone, I will throw you into the sword casting furnace as a material!"

Xie Tingxuan stretched out three fingers calmly.

He looked too determined, Shen Muxuan let go of his doubts, "Okay, then I will accompany you to find another three hours."

The two leaned against a tree to rest temporarily.Two days and two nights of non-stop and sleepless, it is also a great loss for those who are cultivating in the golden core stage.

The bonfire beeped from time to time, and the warm fire light reflected on people's faces.Xie Tingxuan remembered the irritable appearance of the young man just now, and asked, "Do you like swords very much?"

"I like it! The swordsman is the most handsome!"

Shen Muxuan folded his hands on his knees, sat quietly by the bonfire, tilted his head and recalled, "When my parents were still there, the family didn't live in Xianzong. Until I was... six or seven years old, suddenly one day, my mother was covered with The blood rushed in, picked me up and ran away."

He smiled, "I was too young at that time, and I can't remember many things clearly. I only vaguely remember her telling me 'your father is dead', and then I didn't know anything. Until the master appeared."

"I think I will never forget that fairy who fell from the sky in my life."

His eyes are shining, like stars in the sky, full of young people's yearning and admiration, "He stood on the clouds, and 'Qing Xiao' was waved lightly, and those who chased us fell down in pieces, as if there was no end The escape route was cut open by that sword."

"From then on, I felt that if I could survive, I must become a sword repairer like him."

Xie Tingxuan was silent.He wasn't the type to comfort others, so he racked his brains and only patted the boy on the shoulder lightly.

"It's okay, I've walked out a long time ago." Shen Muxuan frowned, patted the hem of his clothes and stood up, "Although it's far from the master's realm now, but on behalf of the gods, kill a few demons who harmed innocent people. Xiu can still do it. Let’s go, it’s time to set off!”

"Yin Lang."

Xie Tingxuan did not know when he changed his title, and staring at Shen Muxuan's face seriously, he said decisively: "No one can pretend to be another person for nearly 600 years without flaws, unless that is the truth."

"reality."

Yin Lang repeated the word slowly, watching Xie Tingxuan's eyes gradually become strange, he laughed little by little, every word sounded like biting on flesh and blood, "Xie Tingxuan, you just know What, dare to swear to me here, 'Shen Muxuan is real'?"

"I really don't know."

Before Yin Lang's ridicule came out, Xie Tingxuan's eyes turned back from the distant memory, and when he looked at him, there seemed to be something more inexplicable than before.He wanted to say something, but suddenly his eyes opened slightly, "...you have a demon in your heart."

Heart demon?

Yin Lang didn't change his face, he stretched out his finger between his eyebrows in front of Xie Tingxuan, pulled out a small cloud of black mist, kneaded it twice in his hand, stuffed it into his mouth and ate it.

There was a faint scream, but he was still chewing slowly, biting his cheek harder, and looked up at Xie Tingxuan strangely, "Go on, I'm waiting for your explanation."

"you……"

"It's a big fuss, it's so strange that the demon cultivators are not disturbed by the demons during the tribulation period."

It was probably the first time I saw such a simple and rough operation to deal with the inner demons, Xie Zongzhu stopped for a long time, and continued: "Xie believes in his intuition as a sword cultivator, and also trusts his vision of seeing people. Shen Muxuan 700 years ago is no different from Yin Lang standing in front of me."

"You don't tell me about the past, you have something to hide, why does Xie want to get to the bottom of it?"

"...Xie Tingxuan, I'm suddenly curious about who you used to be and what the world you lived in was like."

He didn't say it clearly, but both of them knew what the "before" referred to.Yin Lang let out a breath, the coldness of the mountain wall seeped into his body, his fingers were white and curled up, but his eyes were strange and difficult to distinguish, "You have clearly lived in this world for nearly 700 years, but your temperament and temper are still like Come here for the first day."

"Why?"

Yin Lang said, "Do you know what is the first reaction of a normal orthodox family when they see a demon cultivator?" Without waiting for Xie Tingxuan to respond, he asked himself and answered, "It's killing intent."

"..."

Yin Lang smiled but said, "If you are not of my race, your heart must be different. It's not just talking."

Xie Tingxuan was silent for a long time before he said: "I form an alliance with you because you and I have known each other since we were young, and because of the convenience and benefits that your status as Demon Lord can bring to me and to the Heavenly Sword Sect."

"Xie doesn't think he is a pure white person with justice in his heart and can't see the filth in the world. Since you have a trustworthy friend like you, why can't you cooperate with each other?"

Yin Lang closed his eyes.When he opened his eyes again, the rare slight loss disappeared, and Xianjun Xueyi stood calmly on the spot, but his demeanor seemed to have undergone an indescribable change, "Once the blood contract is signed, there is no reason to go back on it. Thank you, Sect Master, you can go as far as you want." Go to the Eightfold Hell."

On the side of the deep cliff of the snow mountain, Xie Tingxuan sighed slightly when he caught a glimpse of the phantom that disappeared without hesitation before disappearing.

Xie Lan, who was waiting more than a dozen feet away, walked up and bowed, "Father, junior sister is already well, but do you want to choose a day to send her back to the sect? After a long time away from the sect, the master may be worried."

Xie Tingxuan shook his head, not wanting to say more about this matter to Zi, "Leave her for a while."

After all, they are children from the same place, so they are not bad in nature, so please help if you can.

He asked again, "How is your body training progress?"

Xie Lan showed shame, "...stopped at the third level, it's hard to make an inch."

"The return period is short, so don't be too demanding." He stretched out his hand and patted Xie Lan's shoulder, and softened his voice slightly, "A great swordsmanship is not achieved in a day, so you must not neglect the daily training."

Xie Lan answered yes, and heard his father say: "Father has found a suitable training place for you. After this storm passes, you and nephew Ji will set off together."

The eighteen heavy prisons are well-known, capable people come forth in large numbers, presumably the famous hell on earth is not for nothing.

Xie Lan has been well protected by him and Brother Gu all these years.Only between life and death can the true chapter be seen.

***

"Junior Brother, this sword technique is a little less accurate."

"Junior Brother's exercise seems to be slightly flawed."

"Junior Brother, you smell too wild."

"Brother, this..."

Xu Rong threw his sword, turned around and faced a guy who was lying in the same posture as Shen Muxuan, "Junior brother is clumsy and dare not make a fool of himself, can I ask senior brother to demonstrate it in person, so that junior brother can observe and emulate?"

Qin Xun glanced at the sword on the ground, pretending to be hypocritical, "Oh, I'm so sorry, after all, Lan was taught by the master himself, if you make the younger brother feel ashamed and lose the heart to seek the Tao, then the sin will be too great. "

Blue veins appeared on Xu Rong's forehead.Open your mouth, master, shut your mouth, master, why doesn't this Feng Lan hang directly on Shen Muxuan!

I was complaining in my head, but a sour feeling overflowed from my heart uncontrollably.

Being taught by the Daoist Lord of the Mahayana Qi, Feng Lan spent nearly a hundred years before barely cultivating to the edge of the God Transformation Stage. How could this kind of unqualified person still have the nerve to call himself the direct disciple of Daoist Tianji?If he had this kind of treatment, he would have broken through to become a god in 800 years of his life in the morning!

He was about to retaliate when a ray of light flew towards Xu Rong and turned into a small pink paper crane in Xu Rong's hand, "Junior Brother Xu, is it convenient for you to come out for a while? I have something to do..."

Hua Qilan?

Xu Rong frowned, thinking about why this woman came to him.

Qin Xun suddenly jumped up from the reclining chair, looking serious, "Brother suddenly remembered that I haven't taken you to receive this month's monthly case, choosing a day is worse than hitting the sun, I—"

There was a loud bang, smoke, dust and gravel splashed, and the sea of ​​red flowers that Xu Rong worked so hard to plant was completely destroyed in the terrifying sword energy. The smoke and dust dispersed, and the ground between the two disappeared, replaced by a deep road. The gully is more than ten meters wide at a glance.

Xu Rong's front foot was about to step on the edge, and it was only a hair's breadth away from being cut off.What a terrifying control this is!

It seemed that something fell down just now...

He swallowed, carefully moved his right foot, stepped back several tens of meters before feeling at ease, and looked into the ravine with his head.

An invisible humanoid creature was lying on the bottom of the pit, spitting blood one after another, pointing to the sky with a trembling arm, trying hard for a long time but only choking out a few meaningless sobs that could not be expressed in words.

"Master!" The girl's heart-piercing shout quickly approached, Xu Rong turned his head to look, and the person in the lead was Lin Xinqiao, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, in a light yellow dress, and the one behind, who was anxious and unhurried, was just now. Hua Qilan who sent a message.

Lin Xinqiao fell down beside the gully and whimpered nonstop, completely unaware that beside her was Xu Rong, whose flesh and blood she wished to devour.

Gentle spiritual power lifted the young man at the bottom of the pit, and gently laid it flat on the ground beside him. Hua Qilan frowned slightly, and even when she accused her, she whispered softly, "Why does Master Gu treat Master Zhou like this? Qilan understands that Gu Shishu admires... Shen Shishu is very anxious and angry, but Master Zhou acted completely according to the patriarchal rules, how can you not distinguish between right and wrong, and take your anger on him like this?"

Gu Fuxuan raised his sword and dropped it from mid-air, he laughed when he heard the words, "What does Nephew Hua mean by that?"

He gently caressed the rough lines on the hilt of his sword, and his usually serious eyebrows showed a bit of indifference. At this moment, he was surprisingly similar to Shen Muxuan.

He said, "Even if Master Zhou is the peak master of Fusion Qi, he would wantonly bully his apprentice while my junior was away, and sue the Taoist master, and he would be imprisoned for the crime of Heaven's Punishment. It is rare for Gu to show kindness. Just let him receive my three swords and all hatred will be wiped away, why not go to Heaven's Punishment Gap to suffer again?"