Thousand-faced Demon Venerable online

Lang Lang -- Lang Lang --

This hour should not have been the time for the courtiers to gather in the Sikong City Hall to discuss matters.

But the long and solemn toll of the bell did ring.

This unusual turn of events caused many people to worry. General Guo changed into his business attire and came to the majestic and luxurious Sikong Hall, feeling a little heavy in his heart.

The storm is coming!

General Guo straightened his clothes and followed the ministers who were discussing matters into the hall.

City Lord Sikong has already sat on the high seat of the city lord.

But the seat next to the seat of the city lord was surprisingly empty.

Sikong Yi, the future heir of Sikong City Lord's Mansion, did not show up, and General Guo smelled something unusual.

"Ayi, where did you go?" the person in the high position asked with a frown.

A Yi is the nickname given to Si Kong Yi by the city lord.

There was an uproar underneath.

"quiet!"

It was immediately quiet again.

"Scholar Qi, I heard that you have something important to report that is related to Ayi?" the person in the high position asked loudly.

Bachelor Qi?

General Guo exchanged glances with his colleagues at the side, obviously none of them knew about this inexplicable Bachelor Qi.

A thin figure stepped forward and replied loudly: "City Master, Master Sikong asked his subordinates to ask you for leave today."

"Nonsense! You're still a child!" City Lord Sikong cursed.

"The city lord wrongly blamed Young Master Sikong. Young Master Sikong was unable to come because he was ill. He was also extremely terrified in his heart." Qi Xueshi replied respectfully.

"You are sick? Are you pretending to be sick again?" City Lord Sikong said with a cold snort.

"The city lord misunderstood, and I don't blame the young master for this matter. Today, young master Sikong went to the barter market to find some treasures for cultivation. He didn't expect to be attacked by gangsters there. The gangsters have a high level of cultivation and are vicious. Sikong The young master almost lost his life, and he is still lying on the bed unable to move." Qi Xueshi's voice was full of pity.

"What!" City Lord Sikong was furious.

The people below were all amazed.

Master Sikong was attacked and almost lost his life, this is not an ordinary thing.

General Guo's eyes were in a trance. He always felt that Lord Qi's figure was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Now that he heard this earth-shattering event, he became more and more sure that Sikong City might not be stable.

Other people's children were beaten, that's a family matter.

But it is not a common thing that the child of the city lord Sikong was beaten.

"City lord, calm down! That villain has been taken down and locked up in the water prison of Sikong City to wait for his punishment." Master Qi comforted him.

"This damn villain! What kind of water prison are you going to drag him out of and beheaded!" City Lord Sikong said angrily.

"City Master wait a moment, this matter is not as simple as it seems."

"What does Bachelor Qi mean?" City Lord Sikong asked with narrowed eyes.

"My subordinate happened to be in the Barter City at the time, and heard the chaos rushing over, and my subordinate found something in Master Sikong's room." Bachelor Qi took out a wooden box from his sleeve.

The attendant at the side weighed the wooden box to City Lord Sikong.

"Earth Fire Bead? Didn't Xiangyu find this Earth Fire Bead with great effort these days?" City Lord Sikong opened the box with surprise in his voice.

"Exactly, that earth fire bead." Qi Xueshi bent down and said.

"Bachelor Qi, what do you mean?" City Lord Sikong asked.

"City lord! Please make the decision for Master Sikong!" Qi Xueshi knelt on the ground.

"You, Bachelor Qi, what do you mean...Xiangyu? No, it's impossible." The voice of City Lord Sikong trembled a little, as if he was unaware of shock, "Although Xiangyu is usually absurd, A bit naughty, but she couldn't have done something so terribly wrong."

"She—is my brother's child! I've always had high hopes for her!"

"City Lord, please endure the pain and uphold justice for Young Master Sikong!" Qi Xueshi said loudly.

For a moment, half of the subordinates knelt on the ground, and together they said, "City Lord, please endure the pain to uphold justice for Young Master Sikong!"

"City Lord, please endure the pain and uphold justice for Young Master Sikong!"

"City Lord, please endure the pain and uphold justice for Young Master Sikong!"

……

Such a situation for a while is almost like a rehearsal in advance, and it seems that this is the thinking of most of the subordinates.

Faced with such oppression, City Lord Sikong seemed to have no choice but to make a very difficult decision.

"Put Sikong Xiangyu in prison and imprison him."

"Yes!"

General Guo didn't even understand what happened, a famous daughter in Sikong City was imprisoned in a dilapidated dungeon just like that.

But when he regained his composure, the city lord had already left first because of grief.

General Guo was in a trance, he thought that the storm was coming, but the storm came and went too fast.

Make him a little unreal.

He followed his subjects out of the Sikong Palace, feeling a little sad in his heart, even though he didn't like that absurd Miss Sikong very much, it didn't prevent him from expressing his feelings.

Thinking about it, if the young lady's father was in power, this matter would not have ended like this.

You must know that murdering one's own brother is a crime of losing one's head.

General Guo shook his head, he suddenly saw a familiar figure, it was the newly promoted Bachelor Qi.

He wanted to go forward to make friends, but he saw the man hurried towards the dungeon.

This really seems a bit strange, the dungeon is not a place for a bachelor to go,

General Guo pondered for a while, and he felt that this matter would not end so peacefully.

Qi Xuanruo was walking in the dark dungeon carrying an exquisitely crafted wooden box.

"Lord Qi." The guard on the side said respectfully when he saw the person coming.

"Open the door." Xuan Ruo said calmly standing in front of the closed door.

"But, here—" the jailer said anxiously.

"Yes, Master Sikong asked me to come. Is this also okay?" The voice was a bit majestic.

"Yes, of course." Hearing what Si Kongyi meant, the jailer couldn't help swallowing, and quickly opened the heavy iron door, "The little one is waiting outside, try to hurry up."

"It won't take long." Xuan Ruo nodded expressionlessly.

As soon as Xuan Ruo stepped into the cell, a drop of water fell on his hand.

He looked up and saw that the water was dripping from the top of the wall.

This is not unusual, it is very humid here, the walls are covered with water, and even the air has an unpleasant musty smell.

This is naturally because this is not a good place, this is the prison of Sikong City.

Hearing the sound of the prison door opening, Sikong Xiangyu raised her head.

But I didn't expect that the person who came was Xuan Ruo.

He stared blankly at the familiar figure, first startled, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Xuan Ruo stood there without saying a word.

"Cough cough cough! It's really a feng shui wheel—cough cough! It's circulating! One moment and another moment!" Sikong Xiangyu laughed hard, as if she was choking, coughing non-stop.

Xuan Ruo frowned and couldn't help clenching the hand holding the wooden box.

At this time, there was only the sound of heart-piercing coughing in the empty cell.

"Miss, take care of yourself." Xuan Ruo lowered her eyebrows slightly.

"Take care of your health? I'm about to be punished for murdering my brother, you tell me to take care of your health?" Sikong Xiangyu raised her head, looking at the man in front of her who had given him infinite comfort, she felt dizzy for a while.

He forced himself not to look too embarrassed, and said with a smile: "What are you doing here, Lord Qi?"

"Bring some food to Miss, it's damp and cold in this cell, Xuan Ruo made some ginger tea—" the man said without any change from before.

"Enough!" Sikong Xiangyu's anger gathered in his chest, he really couldn't stand the other party's pretentious appearance.

"If you came here from a joke, please come back! I lost, isn't it okay! But I didn't lose to him, Sikong Yi, I lost to you, Qi! Xuan! Ruo!" Sikong Xiangyu roared Said, "At this point, do you still want to play me like a monkey?"

Xuan Ruo ignored it, knelt down on the ground, poured a cup of ginger tea, and said slowly: "Miss, let's drink some ginger tea."

boom--

Sikong Xiangyu knocked the cup away, grabbed the man's hand violently, and asked with a ferocious face: "You told me that senior valued immortal masters and asked me to start here! It was you who told me about the fire beads!" The miraculous effect made me look for it with great fanfare and make it known to everyone! It was you who led the immortal master to meet Sikong Yi in the barter market with the fire orb in his arms!"

"Qi Xuanruo! You don't want to tell me that all of this is a coincidence, do you? The immortal master happened to meet Sikong Yi, and Sikong Yi happened to offend the immortal master, and then the earth fire beads happened to be the evidence for me to pay for murder. I happen to be charged with death! I am not as smart and wise as you, Qi Xuanruo, but I, Sikong Xiangyu, am not a three-year-old either!"

Looking at the silent man, Sikong Xiangyu felt that his heart was about to be torn apart. He wished that the other party could say something and justify something.

Xuan Ruo just looked at the other person's face silently, only then did he realize that Sikong Xiangyu's face looked a little dark yellow without the cover of lead powder. It turned out that the heavy makeup over the years had already made the other party's skin lose its previous luster.

Sikong Xiangyu is no longer the young green onion in the past.

The roar just now had completely exhausted Sikong Xiangyu, and at the same time exhausted his last bit of strength.

He just feels tired now, exhausted.

He leaned against the wet and cold wall, not as vigorous as before.

"What did Sikong Yi use to blackmail you?" He said slowly, and shook his head after a while, feeling that his question was a bit ridiculous, "Forget it, a good bird chooses a tree to live in, and a virtuous minister chooses a master to serve , you did nothing wrong.

"

"The absurd person who followed me is the real fool." Sikong Xiangyu finally said with self-loathing.

After thinking about it, he felt more and more that his life for more than ten years was like a joke. Even if a person like him died in the underworld, he would not be able to hold his head up.

"Miss--"

"go out!"

Qi Xuanruo was stunned, stood up slowly, put down the wooden box, and saluted the person who was curled up in the corner, "Miss, each is his master, that's all."

"Each one is the master! Go away!"

Qi Xuanruo turned around, and soon the jailer closed the heavy cell door again.

The man didn't leave the heavily guarded prison, he still had one person to look at.

In front of him was a heavy stone door, held by two soldiers beside it.

He raised his chin.

The two of them understood the meaning, put their hands on the right side of the stone door and pushed forcefully, and it opened.

The other handed him a torch,

Qi Xuanruo nodded slightly and entered the stone gate holding a torch.

Behind the stone gate is a dark and narrow stone step, and the stone step turns downwards to nowhere.

Qi Xuanruo walked down the stone steps with his clothes on his hem. He was heading for the underground of Sikong City.

And the underground of Sikong City is a river.

If Qi Xuan had no cultivation base, he could feel the biting cold when he was only halfway there, so he didn't take it to heart, he gathered his outer robe and walked down.

After walking for about half a stick of incense, Qi Xuanruo stopped because there was no way.

Further down is the biting underground river.

A head appeared abruptly on the river.

If Qi Xuan had no cultivation base, he would not be able to see the underwater situation clearly in a dim environment, but this is not difficult to imagine,

The man in the water must have mottled whip wounds, and these whip wounds are probably about to rot after soaking in the water for two hours.

Not only that, this person must still be tied up by the Immortals.

He gently shook the iron chain beside him, the iron chain was holding the man's arm, and the shaking passed along the iron chain, and the man seemed to have some reaction.

"Master Immortal, I'm sorry for bringing you into this." Qi Xuanruo said softly.

The man didn't speak, or maybe he didn't have the energy to speak.

"We didn't think carefully about this matter. I wanted to inform you that the master came to rescue you, but I didn't find anyone." Qi Xuanruo lowered his eyes and watched the man's every move.

Said Master, the other party seemed to have some reaction.

"Do you know where your master is?" Qi Xuanruo asked.

"This matter has nothing to do with Master, you don't need to look for it." The voice of the man in the water was as hoarse as an old man's.

"If you don't look for it, the fairy master will really die." Qi Xuanruo just stood by the water for a while, and he felt that his knees were cold and aching.

Not to mention the topless man soaking in the river.

no answer.

The man seemed to have lost consciousness.

Qi Xuanruo frowned slightly, and let out a long sigh, this situation was beyond his expectation.

He called a few more times, and seeing that the other party did not speak anymore, he turned around and left.

Time was running short, and he couldn't rest assured if he didn't find the woman in white.

He had an intuition that the woman in white would be the biggest variable.

At this moment, he was out of resources, so he could only hope that the little boy who reported the letter would dare to find the mysterious woman when the storm was about to come.

"Executive, the situation is urgent. Have you reported it?" The boy hurriedly asked when he saw the senior come out.

"It's useless for you to be anxious here, why don't I be in a hurry! If there is an accident with the immortal master, I will be the first unlucky ghost to be implicated." The senior executive is also very anxious.

The person who was still there for a stick of incense just disappeared like this, and it is still at such an important juncture!

It is unbelievable for high-level officials to say that no one is acting as a ghost.

It's just that even if he knows now, he can't warn the police, he can only sit here and resign himself to fate, hoping that Hall Master Zhu and that senior will come back soon.

Mo Beichen pushed open the door of Mozun Hall, and Suzaku stopped outside the door tactfully.

The snow-white robe was dragged on the ground, and the four characters "Nine Layers of Immortal Gate" were engraved on the jade plaque around his waist. The light from the Mozun Temple shone on his fair neck. among.

There was an invisible chessboard in front of the man, and he had almost played the entire chessboard in an hour.

Another dead end.

He sighed, raised his head, and a woman with a frosty face had appeared in front of him.

"Are you here? I have replayed this move ten times in total, and none of the ten times can change the fate of Heizi's destruction." The long sleeve waved, and the chess game returned to when Heizi was surrounded by the middle abdomen, "Oh, you The death situation I saw just now turned out to be the best result."

"Both black and white are declining trends, but there is only one way to die. Look at Beichen, is there a solution?" The man asked with a smile.

The woman's body trembled slightly, she said nothing, and her jade hand slapped hard on the empty chessboard.

slam-la-

Black and white chess pieces fell sparsely from the air and scattered all over the ground.

"Who gave you the courage to sit in the position of the deity?" Mo Beichen narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice did not fluctuate, but it gave off a feeling of calm and prestige.

"Why get angry, I just got up." The man resentfully stood up from the incomparably noble position.

However, he just got up, and the dagger, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, was already on his chest.

"Mo Qingran, what exactly do you want to do? If you want to die, you can go directly to this deity, and this deity can satisfy you." Mo Beichen's voice was filled with anxiety.

The man still had a gentle face, as if he couldn't see the dagger, he stood up straight.

The dagger didn't retreat half a point, and the sharp edge of the undercut fell directly and lightly into Mo Qingran's chest.

A dazzling blood flower seeped out from the white clothes.

The hand holding the dagger trembled slightly, "You actually—"

"I came here with my real body this time, because I miss Beichen so much." The tenderness in Mo Qingran's phoenix eyes was enough to drown a person in it, he directly ignored the dagger stuck in his chest, and embraced the figure in front of him , "This body has been waiting for this moment, and I finally touched you."

"Mo Qingran, you are really crazy." Mo Beichen's voice was a little trembling, and he had not moved the dagger in his hand from the beginning to the end.

But now the other party's cold chest was already attached to his fingertips.

[Bu Liu Xing] has completely sunk into the opponent's chest, there is no doubt about it.

Mo Beichen could even feel the wet and sticky liquid flowing into his palm along the cold figure of the dagger.

Mo Qingran's arms were not considered strong, on the contrary, because of his weakness, his wrists were thinner than Mo Beichen's.

But it was such a weak person who held Mo Beichen tightly in his arms at this moment.

Every inch he got closer, the dagger pierced an inch.

But even so, he still wanted to rub the man and the dagger into his body.

"What on earth do you want to do?" Mo Beichen had never seen anyone who did things so unexpectedly in 200 years.

What Mo Qingran did to him made people have no clue at all.

Whenever you're just a little sure about him, his next action will be completely out of your knowledge.

"I want you to live."

Another inexplicable sentence.

"I live a good life. Without you, I think I can live a better life." Mo Beichen said lightly.

"Beichen, I only want you to live." The man buried his head on the other's shoulder, "That's all."

Mo Beichen frowned, he felt a cold touch on his neck.

Mo Qingran is crying?

This is really incredible.

He always thought that Mo Qingran had only one expression.

"Why can't I win that game of chess? It's been ten times. Even if I replayed ten times, I still can't play the way of heaven. Am I really too stupid?" the man murmured.

"What do you do with a game of chess? If you really want to win that much, start over from the beginning." Mo Beichen was upset, he could feel Mo Qingran's blood had already flowed to the ground.

If it weren't for Mo Qingran's cultivation base, someone else would have lost all energy.

Mo Beichen now suspects that Mo Qingran may just be out of his mind.

"If you spend a stick of incense here, no matter how high your cultivation level is, the Da Luo Jinxian will not be able to save you." Mo Beichen said softly.

"Well, I know, I'll let go when the incense burns."

"Mo Qingran, are you playing tricks again?" Mo Beichen only felt a headache, "I told you, I won't forgive you even if you die!"

The man's body froze for a moment, and then relaxed again. He had already bled a lot, and his voice became weaker and weaker, "Bitter tricks? Does Beichen still have my intentions in mind? I'm so happy."

"Unreasonable." Mo Beichen felt that this person was unable to communicate at all, so he stretched out his hand and pushed him away.

The man who was leaning on him fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, and passed out immediately.

"Qinglong." The woman called softly.

The middle-aged man bent over to the hall, "My lord."

"It will—he's dealt with."

"It's been dealt with?" Qinglong raised his eyelids, a little at a loss.

He couldn't figure out what it meant, and the white figure had already stepped over the threshold of the hall.

"Why is this necessary?" Qinglong sighed, clapped his hands, and then an attendant came in and lifted the man in white.

"Send it to the side room, I'll be there in a while."

After all, Qinglong didn't dare to just follow this traitor to fend for himself, not to mention the camaraderie of working together.

It's just that he still has palpitations about Mo Qingran's infinite scenery back then.

Mo, that's a surname bestowed by His Majesty.

What a grace!

At that time, Mo Qingran could be said to be half the master of the Demon Lord Hall, and no one could guarantee that the Lord would not have old feelings for this person.

Qinglong didn't know if this person would come back from the ashes, make a comeback, and gain respect and favor.

He couldn't even figure out why this person changed his identity overnight and did something rebellious.

Mo Qingran from the Mozun Hall became a disciple of the Immortal Master of the Nine Layers Immortal Sect.

There is a difference of one hundred and eight thousand miles.

Mo Beichen came to a mountain alone.

This mountain is not far from the Demon Lord Hall, and for some reason, no one except the previous Demon Lords is allowed to step here.

It was quiet and quiet here, and there was no one else except Mo Beichen.

Mo Beichen rarely came here. He didn't like it here, especially at night.

Because the mountain is full of unknown graves.

"Ah, every time I come back, I feel like going home." Mo Beichen felt emotional as he walked on the crooked path.

click.

A small wooden sign stuck in the mound was accidentally kicked off by him.

"I'm sorry, senior, the road is too crowded." Mo Beichen squatted down, muttering something, and pushed the wooden sign back into the mound.

After thinking about it, he finally felt that something was wrong, so he opened a wine jug and poured some wine on the grave bag.

"I'll give you some of the wine I prepared for Master, and I'll take it as an apology to you. I hope you don't sue my Master and other old people while you're here."

"After drinking this wine, you and I are in the same boat."

After saluting, Mo Beichen put away the jug, then looked up and walked away.

The whole hill is very barren, except for some weeds, there is only a lush peach tree on the top of the hill.

Mo Beichen patted the trunk of the peach tree, picked a reddish peach from it and sat down.

There is also a grave bag next to him.

"Master, I'm sorry. I haven't seen you for decades. There are too many affairs in the Mozun Palace." After speaking, he touched his nose in embarrassment.

He really wasn't good at lying to dead people.

"Okay, okay, it's my fault. Old man, don't blame me, it's because I brought you wine." After speaking, Mo Beichen opened the bottle of wine and poured it over there. On the body of the grave bag, "Besides, the teacher's wife will stay with you, it's not good for me to disturb you all the time, you say yes."

"Master, Mo Qingran came to look for me just now, and I stabbed him. I hurt my brother in the same school, and I know that I am ashamed of your legacy." Mo Beichen looked a little sad, and shook the wine bottle in his hand, " You can punish me, but don't be too partial, that guy Mo Qingran hurt me first."

"Forget it, I won't tell you this, anyway, you have always been partial to Mo Qingran. You used to always praise him for coming here—"

Putting the tobacco rod into his mouth, Mo Beichen leaned against the peach tree, looking at the mountain of graves, "Master, the disciples still respect you, and move you and your mother to the top here. The scenery is not like that of seniors." Good or bad."

"I don't know if you had taken the position of Demon Venerable at that time, would you have helped the disciple find such a good place?"

Mo Beichen's eyes were a little blank. He thought that after his death, he would probably become one of the thousands of graves on the hill here.

These are the losers in the battle of the demon king.

The scriptures said it was a battle of a hundred demons, but far more than a hundred people actually died for it.

As the final winner, Mo Beichen didn't have the slightest sense of superiority sitting on this hill.

He exhaled a mouthful of smoke, only to feel desolation everywhere.

Is this what the old man said about being overwhelmed?

A stern face flashed in his mind.

Even if it's just for a while, it's like crazy.

The soot was lightly tapped on the ground, and Mo Beichen suddenly thought of something, "By the way, I forgot to tell you, this disciple found you an apprentice-in-law."

Xiumei frowned slightly, "Ah—it seems that it is not appropriate to say apprentice-in-law, he is a man. Anyway, when the time comes, I will be free, and my disciple will bring him to see you."

"He is a very serious person. Although he is a little stunned, he looks more secure than me. It should be what you like."

"The disciple likes him very much, just like you like your teacher's wife. If he is willing, I want to be buried with him like you do after death."

Mo Beichen didn't know why he thought about things so far in the future, maybe he was caught up in the life and death that Mo Qingran said.

He was in a daze for a moment, stood up unsteadily, patted his clothes, and sighed, "Don't worry, I won't kill Mo Qingran, I will bring wine to see you some other day."

When Mo Beichen returned to the Mozun Hall, the four generals were already waiting in the hall.

He glanced lightly at the four trembling people, "I don't blame you."

The four of them were startled, although they still looked ashamed, but their hearts were indeed relieved.

"Is anyone dead?"

"No...no, I've woken up, lying in the side room." Qinglong said.

Mo Beichen hummed lightly, "Come in with me."

The expressions of the four people are all weird. To be honest, they can't figure out the grievances and hatred between these two, but their intuition tells them not to get lost in this muddy water.

But Master Mozun spoke, and they could only obey orders.

When Mo Beichen pushed open the door, he lifted the complicated curtains.

Facing her was that frail and pale face, beautiful and fragile.

The four generals couldn't help but be flustered by the beauty, but Mo Beichen looked calm and no wonder.

"Beichen, thank you for saving me." The man said gently, as if Mo Beichen was really his savior, "Have you visited Master?"

Mo Beichen looked sleepy, and he told himself that he should have a good talk with Mo Qingran, but he was disgusted by the other's mouth.

Perhaps because of the dislike among his kind, he hates talking to smart people because it's tiring.

It's still easier to chat with a fool like Chunyang body.

"I saw mud in the crevices of your fingertips, so I just guessed." Mo Qingran took that jade-like hand and gently stroked the mud off it, "I lost my composure just now in the hall."

"Did you already know the old man's legacy, that I can't kill you?" Mo Beichen pulled his hand out.

"I don't know, but Master has always loved me." Mo Qingran naturally withdrew her hand.

"Heh, the old man certainly doesn't know that the disciple he is so proud of has already joined someone else's sect, otherwise he would have revived you already." Mo Beichen said with a chuckle.

"I'm sorry, I can't help myself." Mo Qingran's face was a little sad.

"Go and talk to the old man, you don't owe me anything now." Mo Beichen's tone was very flat, but his words caused waves in the hearts of the four generals.

"Beichen, do you forgive me?" Mo Qingran suddenly raised her head.

"That's right, Murong Qingran, I forgive you." Mo Beichen could clearly see the emotional changes in the other party's eyes.

"Beichen, what are you calling me?" The man's voice was trembling.

"Murong Qingran." Mo Beichen said lightly.

"Why, why did you do this to me? Why?" the man murmured.

"I called them here together to testify. I gave you this surname in front of them. Now, I want to take it from you in front of them." Mo Beichen's voice was calm , This is his biggest concession, "Mo Qingran has been completely removed from the Mozun Palace, he is dead. Now you are just Murong Qingran, Murong Qingran of the Nine Layer Immortal Sect."

"I'll treat that knife as if you paid it back, and everyone will go their own way in the future."

"Do you really want to be so clean with me?" Mo Qingran closed her eyes slightly, and swallowed all the bloody smell in her throat.

"A high-ranking disciple of the Immortal Lord shouldn't have anything to do with Demon Lord Beichen."

Murong Qingran's eyes went dark, and he pinched himself before regaining his sanity.

It's not that he didn't think that this situation would happen, but at that time he felt that he should be able to handle it with ease.

It doesn't matter, everything is his own consequences.

However, when the only connection was really stripped away, he felt like he had nothing left.

"Can you call me brother Qingran again?"

"Heh." Mo Beichen felt that the other party's question was pitiful and ridiculous.

"Is it because of that Yi Qingyun?"

Mo Beichen's expression suddenly changed, something seemed to be neglected by him.

He suddenly squeezed Murong Qingran's chin, making the other person's eyes look directly at him, "Did you do something?"

His lips were pressed together.

"You made such a big fuss with me, risking your life to lure me here, what exactly do you want to do?"

"I want to fight for my fate."

"You're crazy."

"I didn't, Beichen, you don't know, I saw it in that book, Yi Qingyun will let you die tragically, I must stop all of this!"

"What did you say?" Mo Beichen suddenly figured it out, and he squeezed the other party tightly, "Murong Qingran, you should die!"

Murong Qingran's jaw was violently thrown away, and the wound on his chest was torn open again.

"Look at him! If you can't even look at such a dying person, you don't need to see me."

"Suzaku and I will go."

"Yes!" Suzaku knew that the situation was not good, and quickly responded.

The demon energy dissipated, Murong Qing stared at the place where the white clothes disappeared and became dazed.

Yi Qingyun has been in this underground river for almost two hours.

Now that he is tied up firmly with the fairy rope, he is no different from an ordinary person.

At first, the open whip wounds on his body were immersed in the pain of burning knife in the icy river water.

And now he doesn't feel that pain anymore.

He reckoned that he had become a little numb from the freezing in the icy river.

If it weren't for his spiritual body, which is a rare pure Yang body, he might have completely lost consciousness by now.

Yi Qingyun is very clear that in this water prison, the real death begins when the prisoner loses consciousness.

If you lose consciousness, your head will sink into the water, and then you will drown alive in this water.

Yi Qingyun stared at the water that was close at hand, and he didn't know how long he could last.

The water swayed slowly, reflecting his unclear face.

He looked at the reflection on the water and felt a little strange.

He seemed to look a little different from when he left Tianmen Sect.

It seemed that his face was thinner and his hair was longer.

After returning to Tianmen Sect, will Mo Chen not recognize himself?

The corners of Yi Qingyun's mouth raised slightly uncontrollably, and the reflection in the water also pulled out an unattractive smile.

However, that reflection is not Yi Qingyun!

Yi Qingyun was stunned, the strange reflection in the water made him startled, he wanted to lower his head to get closer, to get involved in the wound on his back.

Bang lang lang lang lang lang——

Several thick and long iron chains shook because of his movements, hitting the icy water.

The pain in his back told him it wasn't a hallucination.

Where did his own reflection go?Who is that face in the water?

He calmed down and took a closer look, and felt that this person seemed somewhat similar, but his strange pupils and temperament were quite different from his own.

Like a magician?

The reflection in the water looked at him and his eyes changed, it was an undisguised disdain

.

"Who are you?" Yi Qingyun thought for a while, and tried to make a sound with his current broken throat.

Unexpected!

At least to himself, his voice was back to normal, and there was no burning pain in his throat when he spoke.

"My name is Yi Qingyun." The reflection in the water said slowly.

"You are Yi Qingyun, so who am I?" Yi Qingyun's gaze became cold, and his tone was not good, after all, the other party's provocative gaze came first.

Besides, he naturally didn't have to be polite when facing a guy who took his identity.

"Although I really don't want to admit it, you are indeed Yi Qingyun." The man in the water raised his eyebrows and said helplessly.

"Thank you for admitting me, but I don't want to admit you." Yi Qingyun said in a deep voice.

"Oh, I really don't want to talk to myself. Is my temper so bad?" The man in the water sighed with emotion, his voice gradually faded, like a raving: "No wonder he doesn't want to ignore me."

"Him?" Yi Qingyun frowned and asked.

"It's nothing to do with you, he's mine." The man narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes filled with a compelling sense of aggression, "Although I really want to rush out and beat you up, to make your head clear sooner, but it's obviously not the time yet .”

"I don't know what to say." Yi Qingyun said.

"It's okay if you don't know. But you seem to be dying soon." The man's tone was a little gloating.

"..."

This is an obvious thing.

"Accept the source book early, don't let yourself be so embarrassed." The man in the water said lightly.

"Source book?" Yi Qingyun quickly thought of the evil book in the Land of Heaven, and he shook his head.

He felt that once he accepted the source book, some things could not be turned back.

"I guess you didn't listen to advice, and the pit fell very hard.