After the defeat of the devil, there is an extra child

"Brother, you came just in time!" Chu Zhi saw him entering the door, and pulled him in, "Come and help me see, which clothes look good tomorrow?"

Chu Xin looked solemn, and when he was dragged into the door, he saw several brothers and sisters gathering together to discuss the exit ceremony of Ming Jing and Taizun.

"Tomorrow our peak seems to be quite close to the people of Wanxuan Yuan. I heard that Principal Hao Zheng is here too..." A senior brother said: "Be good, maybe you will be selected because of your bones."

"Hahahaha you are dreaming!"

"Hmph, maybe I'll be chosen. Don't beg your good senior brother to take you to play."

"Good senior brother~ I'll call in advance hahaha!"

"Ouch! Get off!"

Everyone laughed together, and Chu Xin asked, "Why isn't Master in the hall?"

"Oh, master has gone to the main peak ahead of time." Chu Zhi said, "Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." Chu Xin shook his head, pointed to the dress on the left, "The one on the left looks good."

"Okay!" Chu Zhi smiled and said, "Then I will wear this dress."

Chu Xin could only suppress his thoughts for the time being. He thought he would not be able to sleep, but he fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

The moon was in the middle of the sky, and the cold moonlight spilled into the room through the window, and the warm water trickled down his cheeks, with a hint of itchiness, Chu Xin frowned and opened his eyes.

Something seemed to be beating in the palm of his hand. He raised his hand, but saw a warm heart that was still beating.

The sticky blood dripped between his brows, and the touch felt the same as the warm water on his face, and the nasal cavity was filled with a strong bloody smell. Chu Xin threw away the heart and sat up suddenly from the bed.

Through the moonlight, he saw the indoor scene clearly. Broken arms and stumps were all over the place, and all he could see was the color of blood, and his hands and body were covered with sticky and warm blood, mixed with the stench and heat. Together, it's disgusting.

He seemed to hear a groan, and turned his head to look, but he was facing the bloody face of his senior brother Chu Zhi, with one protruding eyeball bursting into blood.

"what--"

A scream came from the former Ye Feng disciple's house.

At first sight.

Ning Buwei who was meditating on the stone bed suddenly opened his eyes.

He actually felt the breath of the Ning family's four-element and six-in-one formation in Wushizong?

It's just that the aura of this formation appeared and disappeared from time to time, and it was not very clear. His face was slightly gloomy, and he got up immediately and walked out of the cave quietly.

In the corner of the cave, the footsteps of the white-clothed body that had been quiet all the time moved slightly, but in the next moment, it seemed that someone was firmly pressing down on its shoulders.

Chu Jun held down his uncontrollable white-clothed body from the air, wrapped his son tightly in swaddling clothes, and appeared in front of the white-clothed body from the cave on the mountainside in just one breath.

With a wave of the long sleeve, a red-clothed body appeared in the cave.

Chu Jun split his consciousness into two, then handed the child to Hong Yi, and chased in the direction Ning Buwei left.

You can't use your spiritual power casually, Ning Buwei is still relying on the power of the talisman array, and the speed is not fast, Chu Jun soon caught up with the man, and slowed down to follow him.

Ning Buwei used the blood talisman as usual, without blinking his eyes, he slashed at the palm with the broken knife, making Chu Jun frown.

After he saw Ning Buwei's wild and unruly talisman, his eyebrows frowned even more.

Ning Buwei's expression was also ugly.

The Four-Elephant Liuhe Formation is a unique formation of the Ning family—more precisely, it is a formation created by Ning Xingyuan himself. Although it is far less famous than his Rejuvenation Formation, because the formation is easy to operate and powerful, It is a formation that has been handed down by the Ning family, and it is not passed on to the outside world.

If it is said that the rejuvenation formation is the main formation, the four-element Liuhe formation is the main kill, and every formation will see blood, and the soul-eating formation of Ningbuwei is derived and created on the basis of the four-element Liuhe formation, and its killing nature is brought into play At the extreme, even those who join the battle will be out of their wits.

Since the Ning family was destroyed 500 years ago, the Four Elephants Liuhe Formation has also disappeared in the Seventeen States along with the Rejuvenation Formation. This is the first time that Ning Buwei has discovered its trace.

Obviously, this attack was aimed at him.

The enemy is in the dark and we are in the light... Ning Buwei paused for a moment, and suddenly turned his head to look behind him.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, the shadows of the trees are swaying, and there is no breath of life.

Ning Buwei glanced at it uncomfortably, took out a few breath-absorbing partition symbols from his arms, and slapped them on his body before continuing to walk forward.

Chu Jun's brows moved slightly, and before Ning Buwei took the talisman, he condensed his crimson spiritual power into an extremely thin silk thread, which flew out silently and wrapped around Ning Buwei's waist, the thin red thread was touching The moment Ningbuwei disappeared quietly into the air without being noticed at all.

A person who can't even use his spiritual power dares to go to a dangerous place alone.

The two looked up at the same time, and saw a bloody light rising from the original Ye Feng to the sky, illuminating the dark sky.

Ning Buwei couldn't help but speed up the speed of throwing the talisman. After half a stick of incense, he finally arrived at the place where the blood was shining, but found that many disciples of Timeless Sect had gathered outside the house.

A young man covered in blood panicked and knelt on the ground, grabbed the hem of an old man's clothes, and cried, "Master, I didn't do it, I really didn't do it!"

That young man was Chu Xin, and the old man who was dragged by him was the original Ye Feng's peak master, Chu Wu.

Chu Wu was at the main peak discussing matters with suzerain Chu Linyuan and others, but was urgently called back to the original Ye Feng in the middle of the night, but when he came back, he found that several of his closed disciples had all died tragically.

When he saw Chu Xin covered in blood, his eyes were full of disbelief.

Surrounded by the aura of the four-element Liuhe formation, Ning Buwei felt very familiar with the formation technique, and clenched his fists tightly in his sleeves.

He cultivated the formation talisman technique, so he naturally knew that the formation formation method of the formation founder was very different from that of the scholar's formation....

"Can you tell by looking at the Huihui Realm?" Shen Xi, the disciple of the main peak, stood up and said.

The state of backtracking can only go back to the picture within an hour, and it needs the presence of people at that time, which consumes a lot of spiritual power, and requires a high level of cultivation for the caster, so it is not very practical, so the monks who practice it are not very practical. many.

And Shen Xi has practiced this technique since she was a child, and it is not difficult to perform it. I saw her making a formula with both hands, and in an instant, a huge water mirror appeared in front of everyone.

In the water mirror, Chu Xin, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, slowly opened his eyes, got up from the bed, and grabbed the long sword beside him.

The thick black air wrapped around the sword, and countless ghosts screamed. The boy's eyes were blood red, with a ferocious smile on his face, he raised his sword and slashed at the fellow who was sleeping peacefully on the bed.

Blood splashed on his white chin, he licked the scarlet at the corner of his mouth, tilted his head slightly, his cold and ruthless gaze seemed to look at everyone present through a water mirror——as if he was staring closely at a doomed who will come.

Show a playful smile.

Then successive screams and wails came from the water mirror, and everyone was shocked in place by this unilateral and cruel killing.

Chu Xin looked at himself and the slaughtered brothers in the water mirror with a pale face, shook his head blankly, tears welled up, and said in a hoarse voice: "No, it's not me, it's not me..."

That was the senior brother who grew up with him, they were still chatting and laughing together before going to bed, and Junior Brother Chu Zhi asked him to help choose clothes——

But in the water mirror, he ignored Chu Zhi's frightened begging for mercy, and split Chu Zhi's head with a sword.

Chu Xin clutched his hair in despair, curled up in pain, "It's not me, I don't remember...why don't I remember at all!?"

"Now that the evidence is all there, what else can you argue with!?"

"It's obviously a sorcery! Have you seen the ghost aura on that sword, it's exactly the same as Ning Buwei's Suzaku knife!"

"What kind of enmity, what kind of resentment... We are all from the same family, why should we do this deadly attack?"

"Wanxuanyuan came to choose disciples. I heard that they will choose one from the original Yefeng... You know people, you know your face, but you don't know your heart."

"It's not appropriate to jump to conclusions on this matter. I look like I've been manipulated by some evil thing."

"Not necessarily, it may be that I secretly practiced sorcery and became obsessed... I heard that it was because of sorcery that I fell into the devil's way..."

"But this is too strange and completely unreasonable."

"But it was indeed him who did it! It's clearly recorded in the water mirror."

The disciples around kept whispering, Chu Xin knelt on the ground, desperate and sad, looked up at Chu Wu, and said in a crying voice: "Master, I really didn't do it... Please believe me, it's really not me! "

Chu Wu looked at him sadly, as if he had aged hundreds of years in an instant, "I watched you grow up, so I naturally know what kind of person you are, this matter is strange..."

Chu Xin raised his head, and suddenly met Ning Buwei who was behind the crowd.

"The ghost aura on that sword is exactly the same as the ghost aura on Ning Buwei's Suzaku sword..."

Chu Xin moved his lips, grabbed Chu Wu's sleeve tightly, and said in panic, "Master, Ning—"

Before he finished speaking, a blue light suddenly attacked behind him.

"Xiaoxin!" Chu Wu's complexion changed, and he suddenly pulled him away, but it was too late to dodge.

When Chu Jun realized it, he had already shot, but at the moment of the shot, there was a sudden sharp pain from the wound on his shoulder, but it was delayed by a breath.

Chu Wu was caught in the middle of the mouth by the blue light.

"Master!!!" Chu Xin turned his head in panic, just as he saw Chu Wu fell down, he rushed to catch him.

In the crowd, Ning Buwei met a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. The owner of the eyes smiled at him, turned and left.

Ning Buwei followed closely.

Chu Xin hugged Chu Wu's body and wept bitterly. He raised his head and saw Ning Buwei leaving, and shouted in a mournful voice, "Ning! No! Why!!"

Ning Buwei's back stiffened, but his footsteps did not stop.

Chu Xin's eyes were bloodshot and he wanted to chase after him with his sword, but was detained by Shen Xi and others.

Shen Xi held him down, and said in a deep voice: "The matter is of great importance, Junior Brother Chu Xin, you can't move around now, I will report to the head."

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The man looked unhurried, but his speed was extremely fast.

Ning Buwei pursued him closely, and the moment he saw the opponent's back clearly, he suddenly yelled, "Stop!"

The man stopped in cooperation, and Shi Shiran turned around, showing a warm and unfamiliar face, and said with a slight smile: "Fellow Chengfeng, we meet again."

Ning Buwei was taken aback for a moment, "Thank you for the wine?"

Xie Jiu stood on the spot with his sleeves in his hands, and said with a smile, "Of course, I don't know who...you recognize me as?"

Ning Buwei stared at him closely, "An old friend."

Xie Jiu smiled even brighter, "It seems that this old man is very important to you."

"It's just an old friend." Ning Buwei said, "I've been looking for him."

Xie Jiu smiled slightly, "It's just an old friend, why keep looking for it?"

Ning Buwei was silent for a moment, "Why are you in Wushizong?"

"Of course I'm here to be the cook." Xie Jiu smiled brightly with peach blossom eyes, "The disciples of Linggu Sect are very popular outside, and I'm especially good at roasting sparrows. If fellow Taoists want to eat, you can come to Ruogu Peak to find me at any time .”

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Ning Buwei to speak, he turned around and continued walking forward.

Ning Buwei wanted to chase, but there was a sudden noise behind him. He was about to turn his head, but someone grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the crevice of the stone next to him.

The Suzaku Broken Knife in his hand suddenly struck out, and then he slammed back hard with his back elbow. He turned around suddenly and was about to slap the blood talisman in his palm towards the opponent's heart.

Chu Jun stuffed the fangs and claws of the Suzaku broken knives into his sleeves, then pinched the life gate on Ning Buwei's wrist, and firmly pinned the bloody palm behind him. "it's me."

Ning Buwei was full of evil spirits all over his body, and said impatiently: "Who are you?"

Chu Jun: "...Chu Shan."

Ning Buwei was stunned for a moment, "Why are you here to watch the child when you're not at home? Where's your son? You left him in the cave by himself?"

Chu Jun listened to the movement outside, and said in a low voice, "My younger brother Chu Qiu will help watch."

"You—" Ning Buwei frowned, but in the next moment a slender and warm hand covered his mouth, and the cold and strange fragrance penetrated into his nostrils, making him freeze in place.

"Someone is chasing you." Chu Jun tilted his head slightly to listen to the voices outside.

Chu Jun tilted his head, his soft hair brushed Ning Buwei's eyelashes lightly.

Ning Buwei blinked subconsciously, only to belatedly realize that the place is very cramped, the two of them are very close together, and the other person is almost completely attached to his body.

When he lowered his eyes, under the moonlight, he could see clearly even the tiny fluff on the earlobe of the other party, and the smooth and graceful line of his jaw was buried in the thin collar along the white neck...

Ning Buwei's gaze seemed to have been scorched, and he raised his eyes suddenly, but happened to meet Chu Jun's picturesque face, gasped for breath, and subconsciously tilted his head back, trying to stay away from him.

"Huh?" Seeing his unnatural expression, Chu Jun asked in confusion.

Ning Buwei moved his Adam's apple slightly, stretched out a finger against his shoulder and pushed it away, and lowered his voice extremely low, with a taste of gnashing of teeth: "Stay away from me."

As if to die, he just poked his finger on the wound on Chu Jun's shoulder. Chu Jun's lips turned white, and he reached out to grab his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Don't make trouble."

Shallow breath sprayed on the tip of her nose, Ning Buwei wished she could turn around and dig a hole to bury him in, and glared at him angrily.

Chu Jun was inexplicably stared at by him, and said in a low voice, "Here we are."

Ning Buwei grabbed a handful of amulets and slapped him on the forehead roughly, covering that disturbing face.

Chu Jun: "..."