He Xianzun's Centennial Itch

Xie Yunlian passed out.

Thanks to Kunlun's disciple with a loud voice, the disciples of Xianzong who were busy with their own work all looked this way.

The devil's face was as heavy as water, and the leaders of the Kunlun team looked at each other, hesitant to go forward, and finally Zhao Wanchen bravely stepped forward and asked: "Senior, what's the matter, uncle? Can I wait?" Contact Zongli?"

Before the words were finished, several streams of light fell on the flat ground not far away, it was the elders of various sects who hurried over from Linfeng Villa.

Qi Hanzhi withdrew the aura that penetrated into Xie Yunlian's body, raised his eyes to look at the cautious young disciples in front of him, and before he could say anything, he felt a figure rushing towards him in the distance.

The visitor was wearing a green robe, Qi Hanzhi looked familiar, he should be an elder from the inner sect, he walked in a hurry, walked to the front, looked at the fainted immortal, and then looked at the demon surrounding the immortal Jun, from the corner of the eye, he seemed to be safe and sound, but he was a bald disciple who had "run into Buddhism". His face was hesitant with surprise, and he was a little bit panicked in puzzlement. He bowed and said, "I don't know why the devil came here. My sect's disciples and... and master and uncle depend on the devil to take care of them..."

Speaking of this, the elder who doubted his life couldn't continue, and directly stretched out his hand and said: "The suzerain heard about the change in Linfeng and is on his way here, so the master and uncle will let me wait, so I won't bother the demon king." .”

Just now he had a fight with that old tree, but his spiritual energy was not abundant, and Qi Hanzhi also showed his true colors, and was recognized by the sharp-eyed elder at a glance.

"No trouble." Qi Hanzhi didn't hide his cold expression, his eyes swept over the elder's outstretched hand, he leaned slightly, and wrapped his right hand around Xie Yun's knees, hugging him in his arms, lifting him up. He walked away, "I have been coveting the beauty of the immortal for a long time, so I should take this opportunity to show my courtesy."

Everyone: "..."

The elder seemed to have been slapped in the face by a hedgehog, his face was not big, and he was trembling everywhere: "This, this, this..."

The movement here attracted more attention, before Qi Hanzhi took two steps, another man came up to him.

This time, the man looked middle-aged, with a long beard, and when he came to him, he was polite, and the golden crown inlaid with oriental beads stared straight at him, and he said: "I don't know that the devil is visiting..."

"Stop talking nonsense." An impatience flashed in Qi Hanzhi's eyes, but he didn't attack.

"Yes, yes." The long-bearded man hurriedly reported his family name: "Junior Rong Heng, the current owner of Linfeng Villa, all the sects of the Immortal Sect have already known about the secret realm, what the leaders mean is that the Yanzhou silk opera riot 400 years ago The remaining prestige is still there, so don't ignore it, what happened back then is caused by..."

As he spoke, he took a sneak peek at the unconscious Xianzun, "It will be handled by Kunlun, and now Gui Suzerain is on his way here. What he means is that Sixi is good at hiding, and once he leaves here, he will be like a fish in water. Therefore, after confirming Anyone who enters the secret realm is not allowed to leave without authorization until the silk drama is over."

At the end of this long passage, Zhuang Zhu's voice unconsciously became weaker. The man in front of him was at the peak of the Mahayana, and he was only half a step away from entering the stage of crossing the catastrophe. Inexplicable pressure, not to mention that this person is a fierce and murderous demon king!

"How do you know about the secret realm?"

Rong Heng heard the words and quickly replied: "The Rong family has signed a contract with the Shenmu, and there is another secret method to see the situation in the secret territory. A few days ago, the junior faintly sensed the changes in the secret territory, so he cast a spell to investigate one or two. I don't want to see it." The turbid air is enveloped, thousands of branches are covering the secret realm, and countless puppets are hanging down, and they hurriedly seek help from various sects, this is actually the reappearance of the notorious silk drama."

After hearing this, Qi Hanzhi nodded without saying a word, "Lead the way."

Rong Heng hurriedly responded, and beckoned, eight brocade-clothed disciples came forward carrying two soft sedan chairs, and he said, "Please, Demon Monarch."

Qi Hanzhi glanced at him, and went forward holding Xie Yunlian. Seeing this, the village owner said: "The immortal can rest over there, and his disciples will take care of him."

"No need." Qi Hanzhi declined coldly, holding Xie Yun in his arms and getting into the sedan chair.

Originally, there were two sedan chairs carrying four, but because Qi Hanzhi and Xie Yunlian rode together, they were temporarily changed to large sedan chairs carrying eight. The eight disciples didn't know what to envoy, so they walked in the air, posing in the usual manner of Linfeng Villa. With a luxurious posture, in the light and semi-transparent gauze curtain, I can see the demon king sitting with his eyes closed, the immortal god is placed beside him, and a thin wrist is wrapped around his waist.

The scene inexplicably has the meaning of a big devil and a beauty... Hey, I dare not think about it.

The rest of the people cleared the random thoughts in their minds, and the earth-shattering "I covet the beauty of the immortal" came out again, and they didn't know what it was like for a while.

When Rong's disciples came to invite people, thinking that the majestic demon kings were so cooperative, neither the immortal sect nor the casual cultivators dared to have any opinions, and they all followed the guidance and settled down in the villa.

Qi Hanzhi was carried all the way to the upper courtyard, held Xie Yun in his arms and got off the sedan chair, and before entering the door, he ordered to send the records related to the Shenmu, and Rong Heng repeatedly responded.

In less than half a stick of incense, several young disciples knocked on the door carrying a falling jade slip.The little disciples put the things on the table, saluted tremblingly, and then hurried away.

Qi Hanzhi closed the door, turned around and walked to Xie Yunlian's side, looking at the handsome face sleeping peacefully on the couch, the string that was always tense was finally loosened a little.

The secret realm has been broken, but his cultivation has not recovered, and he is still in the golden core.

Qi Hanzhi sat down on the edge and put one hand on Xie Yunlian's wrist.

The red light thrown by the old tree before his death, at that moment he completely lost control of his body, he could only let it sink into the center of his eyebrows, and now his cultivation base is imprisoned, it must be caused by the red light.

In the realm of comprehension, there are several methods that can temporarily seal one's cultivation, but those who can seal Mahayana's cultivation are unheard of.

What's more, he just closed his eyes in the sedan chair to look inside, and he didn't find any traces in his body. The red light seemed to easily seal his cultivation, and then disappeared.

And Xie Yunlian, why is he in a coma?

Qi Hanzhi's eyes fell on that face again, and his thoughts were emptied for a while. By accident, he pointed at the center of Xie Yun's eyebrows, and tentatively penetrated a little bit of his spiritual consciousness—every monk above Huashen uses the soul as the foundation, and the center of the eyebrows It is the habitat of the spirit and soul, and it is extremely difficult to invade.

Drowsiness is different from being awake, it cannot suppress the resistance of the soul, but if Xie Yunlian has a slight rejection of him, as an "intruder", he will definitely suffer backlash.

Qi Hanzhi felt that he must be crazy.

In the current situation, in the Xianzong, although the immortals and demons do not interfere with the river, they also have their own grievances. Today, whether it is the elder of Kunlun or the owner of Rongzhuang who is thousands of years old and claims to be a junior, once he Only the matter of Jindan's cultivation is exposed, and if he fails to keep it, he will kill him. If he is backlashed at this time, it will be worse.

Thinking this way, a thin ray of spiritual consciousness still came out.

After a while, Qi Hanzhi opened his eyes with a dazed expression.

The expected rejection did not come, Xie Yunlian's spirit naturally accepted his wisp of consciousness, like a boat entering an airport, it made his spirit feel gentle and tolerant.He also found out that Xie Yunlian's spirit was not damaged, but was suppressed for some reason, and he was in a state of confusion, unable to wake up.

Withdrawing the hand that touched Xie Yun's eyebrows, Qi Hanzhi stared at him for a while, then got up and went to the table to check the jade slips brought by those young disciples.

For the current plan, we can only look in these records first to see if there are any clues that can relieve the danger of the two of them.

The jade slips seemed to have been arranged carefully, and the first volume was picked up, which recorded the beginning of the contract between the ancestors of the Rong family and the Shenmu.

900 years ago, the ancestors of the Rong family saw a giant tree in a certain wilderness. Contacting his consciousness, the ancestors of the Rong family agreed, and only then did they learn that the giant tree is naturally pure and spiritual, which can nourish the vegetation and breed a wilderness. It has become the wilderness of today, but the power of ordinary plants and trees is limited after all, and the giant trees still have a short life.

Seeing this, Qi Hanzhi put down the jade slips, and turned his head to look at the couch again. Xie Yunlian was still asleep, safe and sound, neither woke up suddenly nor stolen.

Turning back and continuing to read the jade slips, eyes filled with "the great sorrow of the ancestors", "the red fruit quenched his thirst, the ancestors thought that the giant tree was kind to him", "it took half a year to move its roots and nourish them with the spiritual energy of Maple Valley", and his heart was full of joy. The family is really a shameless ancestral family, coveting the magical effect of Zhu Guo's pure heart, and it has to be said that "the thirst is gracious", which is a good flaunt, and the profit is not mentioned at all.

Among the long and beautiful words, the word "Maple Valley" made Qi Hanzhi pay more attention to it.

The name of the devil is majestic, but in fact, more than 400 years old is nothing in the cultivation world. Little is known about the events of 900 years ago, and he has never heard of the "Maple Valley" mentioned in the records.

This name sounds ordinary, but if the old tree can be saved, it should be a treasure land full of aura.Thinking about the name of Linfeng Mountain Villa again, this "Maple Valley" may be here 900 years ago, or it may be the "Linfeng Secret Realm" 900 years ago.

If it is the latter, then the Rong family is really shameless. They picked up a sacred tree for nothing on the road, and found a treasure land in the cultivation world to transplant it. It itself, or the spiritual energy in Maple Valley, is plundered and refined into a secret realm.Turning the left hand into the right hand, turning the treasure land into a tree, and the tree into one's own, occupying the unowned treasure land for 30 years, and everyone called him Rong's generosity.

Qi Hanzhi sneered, threw the scroll of jade slips aside, and looked up again, thinking that the Rong family's family style is like this, and the old man of the Rong family must have malicious intentions. It is to use people as human nourishment during the catastrophe period, and then to raise a new "Linfeng Three Treasures" and "Linfeng Four Treasures".

Looking back, there is still a large pile of jade slips on the table, and there are some yellowish paper pages, as if all the scattered records from a long time ago have been moved here, with a full posture.

Qi Hanzhi picked up the next jade slip, but was not in a hurry to read it. He paused for a while and picked up two more. Looking at the ones in his hand, he thought he could take two more, so he picked up two more, two, Two more.

Finally, Mojun stood up holding a pile of jade slips, turned around to the edge, threw the jade slips carefully arranged by the people in Linfeng Villa all over the floor, dusted off his clothes and sat down

Now that his cultivation base is locked and his spiritual consciousness is limited, if someone comes in while reading the jade slips and steals this beautiful large piece of fertilizer, he may not be able to respond in time.

It's because Xie Yunlian's soul trusts him enough.

Softly leaning against the window, the flowers and trees in the courtyard are full of branches, the evening wind brings in the fragrance of plants and flowers, and the sunset casts light and shadow on the flowers and branches, tremblingly jumping over the window.

The thoughtful Demon Lord leaned back, followed the flower shadow with his index finger, followed the trajectory of the evening wind, and vainly nodded on the sleepy man: "Trash, I am bothering you."