Jian Zun, your sword spirit is the villain!

Under the torrential rain, the people of Tianquezong withdrew from Linghuazong with the fainted Xu Mei on their shoulders.

Not long ago, the weapons they were carrying suddenly went crazy, ran out of control, and turned against the master of the army. Some of them were not cultivated enough, and even their necks were held up by their own swords. They were deadlocked for half an hour, and even their legs were frightened. .

It wasn't until Xu Mei was thrown out of the Linghua Mountain Gate that the chaos stopped.

Xu Mei ordered everyone to evacuate immediately before Jue passed, and informed the Xiandao League that Lan Yin's sword spirit appeared in the world.

Here, Ling Huazong's siege was temporarily lifted.

Supported by two or three disciples, he staggered towards the peaks.

Chu Lan saw that many disciples bowed to him before leaving, so she didn't know why, so she didn't talk to them.

After the rain washed away the blood stains on his body, he saw disciples returning one after another with straw mats on their backs.

In front of the ruins of Chuandeng Hall, a clean space was cleared.

Straw mats were neatly arranged, and there were more and more, densely arranged like fish scales.

So Chu Lanyin understood.

They are burialing.

Under the ruined walls, the disciples were silent, rummaging to find one after another lotus life lamps.

After the wick and the fire were extinguished, the lampstand was named and placed on the raised straw mat.

The unowned lamps had nowhere to be placed, so they gathered in front of the threshold of the Lantern Hall, and piled up higher and higher. In Chu Lanyin's eyes, they gradually became a magnificent small mountain of lamps.

The rain stopped completely at dusk, and the sky looked like a sixteen Venus scale whose iron mound had been taken away. The heavy dark clouds slanted to the west, showing a frivolous fire color behind them.

The pretty female disciple named Mu Xin led everyone up to Chu Lanyin, Lan Yin's slender sword spirit was reflected in her moist eyes.

And the amber jade token in his hand, which symbolizes the status of an elder.

Ling Huazong has always been free to come and go, and when he leaves, he only needs to return the jade order, and he has nothing to do with the sect.

Anyone with eyes can see that Ling Huazong has been defeated, and if they are no longer as strong as before, even a Tianquezong can bully them.

However, the whereabouts of the treasure house key is unknown.

Everyone is innocent, but pregnant is guilty. Ling Huazong is now a hot potato, and no one is willing to take it.

The opponent is just a sword spirit who doesn't understand emotions and desires, and he can't protect himself. They have no reason and no qualifications to let him stay and live with the sect.

Mu Xin choked with sobs, folded his sleeves and bowed, and said in a shy voice: "Elder, take care all the way."

Her nails pierced deeply into the flesh of her palm, and she used the pain to stop her tears, but the thin shoulders still unavoidably shrugged a few times.

Li Pu'er is not here, she is the senior sister of the remaining disciples, and there are too many responsibilities on her shoulders, she cannot collapse at this time.

But the seniors had all died in the battle against the demons, and the people of the Immortal Dao League were ambitious, intending to annex Linghua, kidnap the disciples, and divide up the treasure house.

... Is there really any hope?

Chu Lanyin handed over the Amber Jade Order to Mu Xin.

He turned his body slightly to let the beautiful sunset shine between the two of them.

"Are you afraid of me?" Chu Lanyin asked.

The disciples were startled, then shook their heads one after another.

Because of the fierceness of the sword spirit, Lan borrowed a knife to kill people and cut off an arm, which was very fierce.

But they are not afraid of him.

Lan Yinjian saved them, saved Ling Huazong, although the disciples were young, they could still see this clearly.

Chu Lanyin put Yu Ling under the light.

He pointed to a crack on the amber jade ring, and said sullenly: "It's broken, help me mend it, will it work?"

Elder Chu miraculously stayed.

The first order of the elders he passed was to count the heads.

Including the cook brought up from the cellar, there are only 86 people left in the entire Linghua Sect.

No, strictly speaking, it is 85.

Sword spirits are not human beings.

Elder Chu sat on the half-threshold in front of the Chuan Deng Hall, and received the death list presented by his disciples.

The list is a thick book, except for the first few pages, the rest are all copied in new ink.

Chu Lan stopped after turning a few pages.

Because he just remembered that he seemed illiterate.

He pointed to the name on the top of the booklet, and said, "Who killed him?"

The disciples hesitated to speak.

After a while, someone answered him weakly: "Elder Chu, that's Xie Jianzun..."

Chu Lanyin: "Oh."

Crashing across several pages again, still pointing to the first name: "What about him?"

Finally got it right this time.

That name belongs to the current suzerain of Ling Huazong.

The suzerain Qiao Yan, a monk at the peak of the Mahayana, became a saint in half a step, and can be said to be the No. 1 in the world today.

No one can kill him.

In this death list, [-]% of the monks did not die at the hands of others, but disappeared.

"Missing?" Chu Lanyin tilted her head, "Where did you go?"

The disciple showed pain on his face, and said: "They disappeared in the 'Yin Pit' at the junction of Dao and Demons. We didn't see them with our own eyes, but we heard that the Dao Demons were fighting fiercely at that time, and their spiritual power was in chaos. The vortex sucks them all in."

Shade.

Chu Lanyin thought: It's this unlucky thing again.

800 years ago, the celestial phenomena changed, and three meteor rocks came from outside the sky, carrying a billow of evil energy, and smashed into the Taihui Realm where they lived.

The realm of Taihui is divided into upper and lower realms, one is the human world, and the other is the mansion of ghosts.

The meteor stone that fell from the sky directly pierced through the realm of Taihui, and the yin energy in the ghost world surged up, blending with evil energy, and mixing it out of a dead zone like mud.

The dead zone is settled at the bottom of the pit, and the chaos is unknown.

This is the origin of the "Yin Pit".

And any place with excessive yin energy will easily attract ghost obsession, and if it reaches a certain amount, it will become an "obstacle".

Those who are disabled are also separated.

People who fell into the dark pit, no matter what kind of cultivation or state they are in, will never return, and the soul lamp will go out.

The comprehension world basically agrees that falling into the pit is tantamount to death.

In the battle half a month ago, the main battlefield was near the Yin Pit. Tens of thousands of Demons and Immortals were involved. Among them, the Demons lost three generals, and the Immortals lost almost the entire Ling Huazong.

Under the bloody setting sun, Chu Lanyin fell into a long silence.

"so……"

Everyone held their breath, waiting for his next words.

After a while, Chu Lanyin remembered how to say that word.

He said: "That's why you can't see the dead body."

Disciples: "..."

Lan Yinjian said something in a low voice, and suddenly stood up, and the double ring bell on her ankle rang.

Some disciples heard the sound and looked, but suddenly gasped.

Chu Lan's clothes were too wide and long because her feet were bare.At this time, if you get close, you will find that his feet cannot touch the ground, and there is a distance between the soles of his feet and the ground.

He could have floated away, and the movements of his steps were all for show.

"...Sword Spirit." A disciple murmured.

It wasn't until this moment that they felt that Elder Chu in front of them was really not a human being.

Those who are not of my race are not allowed by the law of heaven.

You are not allowed to set foot on the land of Taihui, you are not allowed to read and break characters, you are not allowed to break contracts and break oaths, and you are not allowed to kill people.

Only when held by the sword master can they have a foothold in the gap between the world.

Because Chu Lan's clothes were still wet, the water drops dripped as she walked, dragging out a long water mark.

He couldn't figure out the cleansing formula, and he couldn't figure out any formulas belonging to monks, so he could only rely on charms to activate them.

Not long ago, he secretly changed Xu Mei's detonating talisman, relying on the shape-changing talisman left by Xie Cangshan.

But the talismans will eventually run out one day.

Chu Lanyin walked to the middle of hundreds of straw mats step by step.

After the seniors of the sect disappeared in the Yin Pit, the Tianque Sect led the disciples to fight against the Linghua Sect. The mountain guard formation was destroyed by the sect traitors from within, and the battle to defend the sect lasted for three full days.

The monks lying here are all people who have been entrusted with important responsibilities by their comrades before they went to the battlefield.

They are the ones left behind.

"Elder Chu?" The disciples were puzzled and asked their senior sister in a low voice, "What is Elder Chu going to do?"

And the latter's eyes burst out with infinite brilliance, as if a drowning man grasped the last straw.

"He just said..."

It's not impossible to find a dead body without a whole body, let alone a dead body with a whole body.

The sound of the bell stopped, Chu Lanyin stood still, raised her hand, and pulled out the wooden branch that tied her hair.

The long black hair was completely loose, the ends were damp, and a few strands were twisted and stuck to the neck, like a line drawn with a fine brush on white porcelain.

Chu Lanyin lowered her head and saw the wooden branch resting on her palm.

The wooden branch was unattractive, rough as if it had been broken from a tree by the roadside.

But if you look carefully, you can find the aura flowing in the branches.

The world in the eyes of Jian Ling is quite different from that of the human race, so in Chu Lanyin's eyes, this branch is magnificent.

The ten-thousand-year-old toon tree forms a forest alone, and the main pole and branch can be used to create a puppet, which is as vivid as a real person.

The wooden puppet can do many things for him that the sword spirit cannot.

Chu Lan pierced the wooden branch into her palm and drew a deep horizontal line, but no blood flowed out.

A little bit of spiritual light overflowed from the wound, like rotten grass turning into fireflies, dancing around the long branches.

Chang Zhi let go of his hand, suspended in mid-air, the brilliance flowed and shone brightly.

Chu Lan chanted the mantra, her words fluctuated, and she chanted it with a frosty voice, as if she was singing a hoarse song.

"The heavenly emblem carries the way, the sun and the moon unite; attracting the southern Chunhua, all friends return to their souls; crowning the body and palming the dream, the king is a great blessing; abandoning my sorrows, chatting to comfort my heart..."

This is the incantation that Xie Cangshan taught him to use the puppet word by word.

He is illiterate, and what he hears is different from ordinary people. It is more difficult to teach Jianling to recite a long poem than to teach a blind person to know the way.

This is the last big toon branch.

If it is used up, Xie Cangshan will have less things left in the world.

With her eyes fixed, Chu Lan raised her voice, "Come here!"

The wooden branch was shrouded in a golden light, and as he sang, the halo gradually elongated, forming the outline of a human body.

Great shoulders, slender hands and feet, broad chest...

Summoning consumes a lot of spiritual power, and Chu Lan's eyes are covered with a layer of fog due to the exhaustion of the spiritual source of the inner mansion.

The color of his pupils was gradually getting lighter, his cheeks became paler, but there was a morbid blush at the end of his eyes.

The moment the golden light faded away, Chu Lan's knees softened.

The Linghua Sect disciples on the side kept screaming, and they were about to rush forward to help him.

But someone is faster than them.

The puppet made of big toon wood moved, stretched out its arm, and grabbed Chu Lanyin who was slipping down.

"Lying in a big trough..."

The sharp-eyed Linghua Sect disciple whispered: "That man, why does he look so much like Xie Jianzun in the illustration of the sword manual?!"

From their point of view, the wooden man was naked, just like that, holding their Elder Chu in his arms!

"Fellow Daoist, put on some clothes!"

Blindfolded, the female disciple threw her robe at the tall wooden puppet.

The wooden puppet was fast and skillful, and he could change gloves and wear a belt while supporting Chu Lanyin.

When he was fully clothed, he folded his arms again, letting Lan Yin's sword spirit lean on his shoulders.

"That said, it's quite fashionable..."

The wooden puppet seemed to sigh lowly.

Chu Lan grabbed the puppet's arm subconsciously, trying to regain her footing.

Sword Spirit doesn't like lying down.

A sword wants to stand forever, always straight.

The wooden puppets tightened their arms, and the clothes of the two were thin. When they were close together, they could clearly feel the coldness and stiffness of the bodies in their arms.

It is colder than wood, as if holding a piece of black ice and iron.

"Sleep for a while, Lan Yin." The wooden puppet's muffled voice sounded in his ears, his breath was slightly heavy, but it was warm.

Because of her distracted mind, Chu Lan vaguely felt that the puppet this time seemed a little too clever.

But for some reason, he didn't feel disgusted.

The wooden puppet kneads the formula, and the robe is automatic without wind.

From his mouth, a long and obscure soul-inducing text was recited.

Spiritual energy surges in the four fields and gathers in Ling Huazong, attracting the spirit of the monks.

Faint figures gradually appeared in midair.

"It's Elder Su!"

"Brother Pu'er, brother!"

The disciples wept with joy, calling out the name of the deceased again and again.

The weak wandering soul seemed to be awakened by the shout, slowly sank, and merged with its own body in the straw mat.

"Cough!" Li Pu'er, who was still standing on the corpse, suddenly stood up, with spiritual energy entering his throat, and lifted the mat covering his face.

He sat up abruptly, looking at the younger brothers and younger sisters around him, tears streaming down his face.

And the wooden puppet, which resembled Xie Jianzun, embraced Lan Yin's sword spirit and looked around after finishing attracting the soul.

In front of Chuandeng Hall, there are messy tiles and stucco everywhere.

His eyes are deep, like Xiao Xiaoqiu, dyed through the vast mountains and still waters.

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