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

The owner of the voice seemed to have just come to inform Wang Zizhuo, and cut off contact with him after speaking.

Chu Jun looked at Ning Buwei, but saw Ning Buwei's expression was unusually calm.

Chu Jun communicated with him through the barrier: "Can you confirm that this is the Rejuvenation Formation?"

Ning Buwei shook his head, "I can't see it."

Although Ning Xingyuan was only 16 years old when he created the rejuvenation formation, this formation is like spring returning to the earth, moistening things silently, and it is extremely difficult for people to notice. It's hard for him to catch up now.

Chu Jun is not very proficient in the formation, and he can't see any tricks. He just feels that there is something wrong with this formation. "I can only feel that this formation seems to be alive, but it is really weak."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Yirong, who was lying in the fragments of the ice coffin, suddenly took a breath, sat up suddenly, and slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Wang Zizhuo in Taiji Yin was very excited, "It's done! It's really done! Your Majesty didn't lie to me!"

But before he finished his excitement, the flesh and blood on Wang Yirong's body began to fall off like pieces, and the bloody internal organs rolled all over the floor. The skeleton frame covered with broken meat and blood stood up stiffly, took two steps towards him, and then Unable to support it, it completely turned into a pile of bones.

The smile on Prince Zhuo's face stiffened.

Ning Buwei set up an enchantment in the cave, and said to Chu Jun: "Let him out first, I have something to ask him."

Chu Jun flicked his sleeves and closed the Tai Chi seal, his complexion turned pale suddenly.

Ning Buwei turned to look at him, "Are you okay?"

"No problem." Chu Jun said: "Ning Xiu is crying, I am coaxing him."

Ning Buwei felt relieved and began to concentrate on dealing with Wang Zizhuo.

Wang Zizhuo was very afraid of Chu Jun's Taiji seal, and he himself was very cautious. Seeing that they didn't kill him immediately, he knew that there was room for negotiation, so he could bend over and stretch out: "Although I don't know who the two girls are, but Wang is willing to let you know." Say it all out, it's time to make a friend, Miss Sang was accidentally injured..."

Ning Buwei didn't talk nonsense to him, "Who is the 'sir' who taught you this formation?"

Wang Zizhuo's face changed drastically, he didn't hear the voice transmission just now, and looked at Ning Buwei in surprise.

"It's fine if you don't say anything." Ning Buwei hooked the corners of his mouth and said to Chu Jun, "I said it would be good to search for souls, but you don't listen."

"No," Wang Zizhuo took a step back, and said with a sneer, "I said yes, you will suffer a lot from searching for souls."

He is naturally afraid of being searched for his soul, and if he is not careful, his soul will be scattered, and it is best to become a fool.

"I swear to heaven, everything I said is true." Wang Zizhuo even made a poisonous oath with ease.

"Stop talking nonsense." Ning Buwei relied on Chu Jun's support, and his tone gradually became arrogant.

Wang Zizhuo coldly sweated and said: "About a year ago, the Wang family recruited a guest minister. My father valued him very much. I don't know what this person looks like. My father only asked me to follow his orders. He chatted with me. Many, we share the same interests..."

Seeing that Ning Buwei's expression was getting impatient, he sped up his speech and said, "Later he said he would teach me the rejuvenation formation. Ning Xingyuan's rejuvenation formation can bring the dead back to life. When it was famous in the past, I naturally wanted to learn it, so I agreed to it .”

"You haven't seen his appearance clearly from the beginning to the end?" Ning Buwei frowned.

"Yes, this man's cultivation is superb, he is not inferior to my father, and he doesn't know what kind of tricks he used." Wang Zizhuo recalled: "I didn't get along with him for a long time, and he left soon."

Ning Buwei glanced around, "Did you set up this formation yourself?"

Wang Zizhuo nodded, "I brought people to explore the secret realm of Yumian Mountain, but my younger sister Wang Yirong was killed by that demon Ning Buwei. I was so sad that I couldn't bear it, and in desperation, I thought of the rejuvenation array he taught me... Really Blinded by bereavement."

"Unbearable grief?" The big devil himself sneered.

The prince was startled, and said seriously: "Actually, it's not that sad... I just want to see if the rejuvenation formation he taught is true..."

The more he spoke, the more guilty he became, and he raised his sleeve to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Then why do you kidnap these uncultivated women? What's the matter with the spiritual roots in this formation?" Ning Buwei frowned.

Although he didn't know how to draw the Rejuvenation Formation, he was quite sure that the Rejuvenation Formation would not use such a sinister method, using the spiritual roots of living people as the formation.

The prince swallowed his saliva, "My sister's spiritual root was broken, even if she came back from the dead, she would be a cripple who couldn't cultivate. The 'Honorable One' just mentioned this method of reshaping the spiritual root, so I, I will take a risk." try."

"Do you know where this person is now?" Ning Buwei asked.

Wang Zizhuo shook his head, "He has always been in contact with my father, and what he wants me to do later is his disciple who passed on the message to me."

"Have you ever met?"

"No, his apprentice is very arrogant, every time he sends me a message, he reprimands him..."

Ning Buwei thought for a while, and said to Wang Zizhuo: "Let's be more specific."

-

In the dark and secluded room, two water mirrors floated in midair.

Sang Yun sat in front of the small table and drank tea leisurely.

"Why did you go to this trouble?" A male voice came from the water mirror.

"This catastrophe can't be avoided, but fortunately, the danger was saved." Sang Yun looked calm, "It just happened to break the fate with Zanghai Tower."

"Amitabha." The person in the water mirror on the other side muttered a Buddha salute.

"Two days ago, Dean Hao of Wanxuan Yuan came to me with Jing and Taizun, and showed me something." Chu Linyuan in the water mirror looked solemn, "It's a little blue bug——"

"And I heard what Jinghe Taizun said, the person who fought against him in the void the first two times should be the owner of this caterpillar, not..."

The room suddenly fell silent.

After a while, Zen Master Mingsang said slowly, "This person can't hold back at last."

"After Ning Buwei stole the Linglong bone a year ago, he couldn't sit still." Chu Linyuan's voice was cold.

"Speaking of Linglong Gu," Sang Yun said suddenly, "Chengfeng came to me to give his son a fortune-telling."

Zen Master Mingsang's voice suddenly raised: "Son?"

Chu Linyuan suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, "Why are there so many children recently—"

Sang Yun looked at them with pity, and said in a heavy tone, "The son of Jinghe Taizun and Chengfeng was formed from Linglong's bones."

There was a dead silence in the room.

"Amitabha." The compassionate Buddha's words sounded slowly, and Ming Sang closed his eyes and sighed softly: "Sin, sin."

Sang Yun put down the teacup in his hand, with a mournful expression, "It would be great if... Ning Xingyuan was still here."

-

On the outskirts of Leyuan City, Songshan.

"Two friends, we are destined to meet again." Pei Heguang clasped his fists to Ning Buwei and Chu Jun, "I will send Miss Sang and these girls home."

"Thank you." Chu Jun returned the salute.

After Pei Heguang took those girls away, Ning Buwei said leisurely: "Jing and Taizun are still saluting to these juniors in their current identities?"

Chu Jun said: "Experience outside, regardless of superiority or inferiority."

Ning Buwei snorted lightly, and the Ziyan Knife he stuffed into the ring flew out, turning into a child, blinking at him, "Father, the Suzaku Knife is broken, you can use me."

Ning Buwei was angry when he remembered that he rushed towards the prince without authorization just now, and said with a smirk, "I think you want to be broken too."

Cui Yuanbai's back suddenly felt cold, and then Ning Buwei lifted him into the air by slipping his collar.

"Next time you dare to make a casual move, I will put you back in the secret realm of the Purple Mansion." Ning Buwei threatened.

Cui Yuanbai looked at him quietly, the tears in his eyes started to fall down, and he didn't make a sound, making people feel pitiful just by looking at him.

Ning Buwei: "...the next one is not an example."

Cui Yuanbai's voice was a little trembling: "I will never change my knife again, father, don't throw away Huanhuan."

Ning Buwei was taken aback for a moment.

Cui Yuanbai is usually quiet and well-behaved, he only shows interest in eating and fighting, except at the very beginning, he seldom cries like this.

"He has been a sword spirit for 1 years. It is normal for him to want to become a sword." Seeing that Ning Buwei looked at himself, Chu Jun said, "It's the same as you always want to fight."

Ning Buwei stuffed Cui Yuanbai into his arms, and said expressionlessly: "When did I always want to fight?"

Chu Jun was noncommittal, and Cui Yuan looked at Ning Buwei eagerly.

Ning Buwei raised his eyebrows, "I won't throw it away, and I won't throw it away in the future."

Cui Yuanbai stopped his tears immediately, and put his arms around his neck.

This kid has great strength, being hugged like this, he was caught off guard and half of his body leaned on Chu Jun, and Chu Jun stretched out his hand to support his waist.

Ning Buwei felt a twitch of veins on his forehead, "Let go."

Cui Yuanbai immediately let go of his arms obediently, with an innocent face.

Ning Buwei turned his head to look at Chu Jun quietly, and Chu Jun withdrew his hand without changing expression.

"Are you trying to play tricks?" Chu Jun looked away from his face.

"The apprentice of the 'Supreme' asked Wang Zizhuo to meet in Leyuan City, and he must have something to tell him to do." Ning Buwei said: "You might as well join them first."

He smiled at Chu Jun, "I still have to borrow your transformation technique."

After a while, Ning Buwei threw the fainted Wang Zizhuo into the Tiantao Ruler, brushed off his light blue sleeves, and made a half-smile expression with Wang Zizhuo's face, "How?"

Chu Jun said indifferently, "Yes."

Ning Buwei felt a hint of dislike, raised his eyebrows and said: "Just now Wang Zizhuo told him that he still has a beautiful wife and two young sons, why don't you feel wronged——"

Chu Jun interrupted him, took Cui Yuanbai's hand and said, "I'm going to take him back to Wushizong."

Ning Buwei was taken aback, "You want to go?"

Although he had been looking forward to Chu Jun's departure, when Chu Jun really wanted to leave, he frowned subconsciously.

"Be careful what you do," Chu Jun said.

Ning Buwei's smile disappeared, but there was still a smile on his face, "It's so good."

Chu Jun nodded slightly at him, and took Cui Yuanbai into a streamer and flew into the distance.

It was frosty and cold in the morning, and Ning Buwei walked into the city swaggeringly under the appearance of Wang Zizhuo.

The small vendors in Leyuan City began to set up their stalls outside. The smell of food mixed with the hot mist scattered in the street, and the shouting was especially loud in the cold wind.

There are also families who come out to set up stalls. The children are not resistant to the cold. They wear thick cotton clothes and hold the buns around the table, laughing and shouting. Tong Ningxiu was about the same age, looked at him curiously, and suddenly grinned at him.

After careful calculation, he has not seen Ning Xiu for more than half a month...

"Does Xianchang eat noodles?" The boss put a cloth towel on his shoulders and greeted him enthusiastically, "Our noodles are made from spiritual plants, which are especially nourishing for spiritual energy and have a unique taste!"

"Father, I want some soup!" The older child ran over and hugged the man's leg, his cheeks flushed from the cold.

"Go and play, didn't you see any guests!" The boss said disgusted, but his movements were very light, he pushed the child aside, and smiled at Ning Buwei: "Can the fairy eat spicy food? It's so warm in the morning Warm up!"

Ning Bu was close to his body because of his cultivation, he only wore a thin unlined garment, and he didn't feel cold, so he nodded and sat down, "Okay."

The stall opened early in the morning, and the owner was beaming, "Okay, just sit here and wait, the noodles will be ready soon!"

After finishing speaking, I went to the stall to work with my mother-in-law.

The older child was not so shy, kneeling on the bench and lying on the table to watch Ning Buwei, "Big brother, are you cold?"

Ning Buwei, who is over 500 years old and called his brother: "...not cold."

The child tilted his head, "Brother, you seem a little unhappy."

The big devil couldn't take it anymore, "Call me Grandpa."

"But you look like an older brother." The child lowered his head and gnawed a mouthful of the steamed stuffed bun, until his mouth was covered with oily spots.

"My son is older than your father." Ning Buwei refused to compromise.

The boss looked to be in his early twenties, probably not as old as Feng Zizhang.

The child gave him a strange look, "What about your son?"

Ning Bu choked, "At home."

The child wondered, "Why don't you take him out to eat noodles?"

"They don't need to eat." Ning Buwei saw him knelt on the bench and swayed for a while, stretched out his feet to pin the legs of the stool so as not to fall over.

"They are so pitiful. You are a father but you sneak out to eat noodles." The child took another bite of the steamed stuffed bun and licked the foam on his fingers. "My father is doing well. No matter where he goes, he will take me and my brother with him." , the best dad in the world!"

Ning Buwei: "..."

"You bastard is talking nonsense again." The boss put the prepared noodles in front of Ning Buwei with a smile, stretched out his hand to pick up the child, and said with a smile to Ning Buwei: "Young Master, take it easy."

The proprietress was holding the baby and sitting on a stool at another table to rest, and the older child ran over to look at the younger brother, "Mom, my younger brother is smiling at me."

The proprietress stretched out her hand and scratched the child's nose, "Xinxin also likes brother, doesn't he?"

Ning Buwei ate his noodles, choked on the spicy food, and coughed twice, clenched his fists to his lips, and the child cleverly poured water for him, "Brother, drink water."

"Thank you." Ning Buwei took a sip from the bowl, the corners of his eyes turned red from the heat, and it took a while for it to subside.

The proprietress smiled and said, "Do you want to change the soup?"

Ning Buwei cleared his throat and said embarrassingly, "No need."

The proprietress is not very old, and when her eldest son said that Ning Buwei has children, she immediately became more enthusiastic, "How many children are there in Xianchang's family?"

"Four." Ning Bu replied politely.

"Hey, the fairy head is so lucky, your wife can really give birth." The proprietress exclaimed: "If you have another one in your stomach, you will be blessed!"

Ning Buwei almost sprayed out the noodles he just put into his mouth, picked up the bowl and took a big sip of water to suppress the heat on his face, "He should be...well, I can't take it."

In order to divert the topic of Chuaizai, Ning Buwei's eyes fell on the child, "The eldest son of your family has a spiritual root, why not let him enter the sect to practice?"

The proprietress smiled coyly, "A few days ago, his father changed some spirit stones and wanted to take him to Endless Square for testing, but the spirit stones were not enough... well, it's all life, I just hope that he can live a long and safe life in the future , I can’t ask for anything else.”

Ning Buwei finished his bowl of noodles and put the Lingshi on the table, "Thank you."

As soon as the proprietress stood up, she realized that the person had disappeared. Looking at the spirit stone again, her eyes widened, "His father, his father, come and see—"

The boss patted the flour on his hands, walked over and picked up the spirit stone, turned it over and over again, and said in amazement: "Extreme, extremely high-grade spirit stone?"

-

Shen Xi clutched his bleeding shoulder and staggered forward, but the coldness behind him was like a shadow.

"Senior Sister Shen, why are you running?" Chu Xin's smiling voice suddenly rang beside her ear.

Shen Xi said angrily: "Chu Xin! Be sober! Stop being controlled by others!"

Chu Xin laughed softly: "Senior Sister, I am not being controlled by others... You see, I just absorbed the cultivation base of the other eighteen disciples, and I am already in the mid-stage of fusion—I am about to catch up with the master! I can avenge my master and my brothers! As long as you give me your cultivation again, senior sister, I will kill you, Ning Buwei, to avenge your brother Shen Ze, okay?"

As soon as Shen Xi turned his head, he met a pair of scarlet eyes, which seemed to be flowing with strands of black mist, bottomless.

"Senior sister, I won't kill you." Chu Xin smiled slightly, and before she could escape, he grabbed her by the neck, "I'm very sober now, and I know what I'm doing... No wonder the world is so cruel. Many monks want to practice evil, I am different from them, I—”

A cold light flashed, and a large handful of cinnabar suddenly condensed into a talisman and landed on his forehead. Chu Xin tilted his head, and his hand was suddenly empty.

Shen Xi didn't know where he ran to.

Chu Xin grinned and murmured: "It's okay, there are still many people at the Dao Discussion Conference."

With a few leaps, he immediately disappeared into the dense forest.

Shen Xi fell from the sword and vomited blood, stood up with force, opened the concealment restraint in front of the cave, staggered a few steps and fell in.

"Elder Shen!" A young disciple wanted to help her, but she stopped him.

She looked at the eighteen unconscious disciples in the cave and asked him, "Have you got in touch with the sect?"

The little disciple shook his head with a mournful face, "If it weren't for the elder, you let me set up this concealment formation in advance, and took the risk alone to lure Chu Xin away, I'm afraid it wouldn't be as simple as being sucked away... Then what is Chu Xin? What sorcery did you practice!?"

Shen Xi strengthened the concealment restriction a few more layers, panting: "They won't last long, they can't just sit and wait for death."

As she spoke, she took out most of the medicine pills and talisman paper instruments on her body, arranged a spiritual formation, and asked: "You take care of them here. Except for me and the head, anyone who comes close should not lift the restriction and expose them. Do you remember?"

The little disciple nodded repeatedly, hugged the pill and said, "But you left all the pills to us, what should you do?"

Shen Xi shook his head, "Save your life first."

Regardless of the fall of these dozen or so disciples, it is a huge loss for Timeless Sect, and she must contact the head as soon as possible.

-

According to the specific details given by Wang Zizhuo, Ning Buwei came to the agreed place - a remote teahouse.

Although this teahouse is remote, the number of customers is not small. There is also a storyteller telling stories on the stage, Ning Buwei just picked a seat and sat down, then listened to the storyteller slapping the table and saying in a cadence:

"Last time, it was said that Cui Chenghong finally got Ziyan by sacrificing the knife with his own son. Wang was frightened and killed himself in front of the knife. His family was broken and his family was destroyed. When he returned to the house of Cui's master, he was humiliated by his brothers, and in a rage, he sprinkled blood. On the spot, since then, he betrayed the master's family and set up a new family, remarried and had children, the master's family was extinct, but Cui Chenghong's descendants have stretched for thousands of years..."

"Today we will talk about the current Cui clan!"

Someone below shouted: "What is there to talk about! 500 years ago, the Cui family could still be counted among the ten families, but when something happened to the Xun Mansion, their Cui family was next to the Xun Mansion, and more than half of the people died. There’s nothing to look at.”

"Hey, guest officer, you only know one thing and don't know the other!" The storyteller clapped the case, "Back then the Cui family could have escaped this catastrophe, but because Cui Ci, the youngest son of the Cui family, rashly entered the Xun Mansion to look for someone. And the loss is heavy!"

Ning Buwei suddenly tightened his fingers holding the teacup, and looked up at the storyteller.

"It is said that Cui Ci and the current demon Ning Buwei were close friends back then, and when they heard about the accident in the Xun Mansion, they hurried to Ning City in the Xun Mansion..."

Someone picked up the teapot on the table and poured a cup of tea slowly. A gentle voice said, "Master Wang likes to listen to books?"

Ning Buwei turned his head, but saw a man who was not a stranger.

Xie Jiu smiled and sat opposite him, "Why, Prince Wang knows me?"

Ning Buwei narrowed his eyes and said, "I don't know him, but the voice sounds familiar."

With a wave of Xie Jiu's sleeves, he put down a soundproof enchantment around him.

"It's the first time we met. My surname is Xie Mingjiu. You can just ask me to thank you, Mr. Wang." Xie Jiu glanced at him, "Mr. Wang has made a big battle in Leyuan City, and your father asked you to explore the secret place of Yumian Mountain , you are lucky to start a business of robbing women."

Ning Buwei imitated Prince Zhuo with a mocking smile, then sighed, "I just wanted to revive my disappointing younger sister, but who knows, I still failed, and I still failed to learn the essence of rejuvenation formation."

"The rejuvenation formation is exquisite and profound, how can you learn it in a year or so?" Xie Jiu didn't think so, and said in a low tone: "But if you use this formation to startle people who shouldn't be alarmed, and spoil your lord's plan, Death is inevitable.”

Ning Buwei blushed and said yes, "I don't know why Mr. Xie contacted me?"

"The Dao Discussion Conference is very important, Your Majesty ordered me to go with you." Xie Jiu paused and said, "You said before that you met Ning Buwei in the secret place of Yumian Mountain?"

Ning Buwei nodded solemnly, "I fought against him, he is cunning and treacherous, I didn't dare to fight so I withdrew."

A trace of contempt flashed in Xie Jiu's eyes, "His cultivation base has been greatly reduced now, so there is nothing to be afraid of, if it wasn't for His Excellency to keep him useful..."

Ning Buwei pretended to be puzzled and said: "What use can this evil villain be, but he just looks better."

"What do you know, but he—" Xie Jiu stopped talking suddenly, and gave him a warning look, "Prince Wang, you shouldn't ask less about curious things."

Ning Buwei nodded again and again, "Then what should I arrange for the conference?"

Xie Jiu was very cautious, "You can just follow my orders then."

"Okay." Ning Buwei was very cooperative, "Shall we set off now?"

Xie Jiu picked up his teacup and took a sip, then looked sideways at the storyteller on stage, "It's okay, let's finish listening to this paragraph."

"...Who would have thought that young master Cui Ci has disappeared so far in order to find his best friend, but his former best friend has become a ruthless and merciless monster. It's really sad and lamentable!"

Xie Jiu chuckled: "Young Master Wang also thinks that Cui Ci is extremely stupid?"

Ning Buwei raised his head and was about to answer, but his eyes flicked to the red mole on his side neck.