After coaxing old enemies into avatars

Huai Yujian Jun was probably unwilling to question the young man in front of him in such a persuasive tone, and then changed his words: "Or, do you have any clues that someone secretly imitated your swordsmanship?"

If it hadn't been for hundreds of years of repeated practice, it would be extremely difficult to imitate the sword intent so refinedly, not to mention how many years Yun Jian was born, and before Shang Mian'an was slandered as a "skinning demon cultivator", it would be impossible for anyone to know who he is. Where is the sacred.

Sheng Huaizhao took a step forward and stood in front of the dead wood, guided by Jiang Chenxian to observe the sword intent on it.

Ganci Temple is the temple of the little monk Mingshun. Sheng Huaizhao firmly believed that it was the first time they went to that place when he and Yun Jian rescued the little monk. Bingshan is not a character who can use the sword randomly. The traces on the wood are definitely not left by him. .

But if this falls into the hands of the seven major sects, it will inevitably become a sharp weapon to sow discord.

"It's definitely not caused by Yun's remonstrance." Mingshun stepped forward, stopping in front of Yun's remonstrance and Huaiyu Jianjun, "Although I was hidden in the Buddha statue by Master in time, I can feel the evil spirit of the people who caused troubles in Ganci Temple At that time, both Huai Zhao and Yun Jian were seriously injured, and their auras were different."

Although the matter of Ganci Temple is a knot in his heart, he hasn't reached the point where he can't tell right from wrong for the truth.

Before distinguishing between good and evil, one must first distinguish between right and wrong.

"But what they need is not the truth." Yun Jian said calmly.

Xie Jinyi frowned: "Yes, no matter what, the battle between Mian'an and the seven sects is inevitable."

Sheng Huaizhao felt his fingertips being tightly grasped by him, and his heart turned slightly: "If... someone imitated Yun to remonstrate?"

His voice was so soft that only Huai Yujian Jun could hear the slightest guesses.

"You are innocent, Yuan Xing Palace will not let you suffer humiliation." Huai Yujian Jun whispered, "Yuan Xing Palace has fallen outside Mian'an City, you should be more careful in the near future."

Before leaving, Sheng Huai Zhao lightly opened Yun Jian's hand: "I have something to ask Lord Jian, you wait outside the door."

Yun Jian frowned, and squeezed his palm sideways: "Can't I listen?"

"Yunjian." Sheng Huaizhao just glanced at him, with a light smile in his dark eyes, "Listen to me."

Holding the palm of the hand, in the end, slowly let go.

Sheng Huaizhao raised his knuckles, and kissed him lightly as if he had been comforted by him before: "I'll be back soon."

The place where his palm was kissed was faintly hot, but looking at Sheng Huaizhao's back, Yun Jian could only feel uncontrollable panic.

Even though he had already done so many things, the feeling of uneasiness never diminished, and even increased over time.

. . . he was uneasy.

Huai Yujian Jun had already guessed about Sheng Huaizhao's return to the hall, he pushed back everyone in the hall, and waited quietly.

"Sword Lord." Sheng Huaizhao said softly, "Do you know of any way...to reshape the body?"

Huai Yujian frowned slightly: "Huai Zhao?"

"I'm not trying to commit suicide," Sheng Huaizhao smiled, "just in case."

If he could choose independently, of course he would not leave Yun Jian, no matter what, but the recent series of anomalies and the seven sects that are about to move, made him inevitably think a little bit more.

"Most of the mortal methods of reshaping the body have a strong backlash effect. One is to seize the body, and the other is to shape a puppet. Both are evil methods." Huai Yujianjun's face gradually darkened, "And whether it is taken or not Whether the body is a refined puppet, it needs to be replaced regularly, otherwise the dead body cannot accommodate a living soul."

"What about these two?"

"Leaping into a god, stepping into the realm of the lord of a world, you should ascend to the Tao, and you can completely cleanse your marrow and shape your fairy body."

Sheng Huaizhao's eyebrows sank slightly, but the system of Zhihai had long been disconnected.

"Although your current cultivation is better than before, it is only in the late stage of Siyuan, and it is far from the master of a world." Huai Yujianjun said euphemistically.

In short, it is more difficult than Sheng Huaizhao, who is penniless, picked up a lottery ticket with no owner on the street and won [-] million yuan.

One step to the sky.

"Don't think too much, Yuanxing Palace and Mian'an are on your side." Huaiyu Jianjun walked up to him slowly, raised his hand and gently rubbed the letter he sent, "I will accept both you and Yunjian. As disciples, we are still waiting for you to shine at the Four Continents Conference."

Sheng Huaizhao was stunned, and subconsciously wanted to avoid his contact, but he froze in place.

This is kindness.

Huaiyu Jianjun slowly withdrew his hand, and after the smile faded away, he said solemnly: "By the way, you said recently, didn't someone imitate Yun to remonstrate?"

Sheng Huaizhao's fingertips slowly sank into his palm. He has not yet had the courage to come to a conclusion on this matter, but now he tells others other than Yun Jian first, which is absolutely disrespectful to him.

"Maybe it's just a guess." Sheng Huaizhao smiled, "Thank you Jianjun for answering your questions, I'll go first."

Staring at the back of the boy leaving, Huai Yu let out a long sigh.

The sun rises in the east, but it is not the glow that stains the sky.

The seven major sects gathered outside the city of Mian'an, and the elite disciples of each major sect came fiercely, carrying the magic weapon of their own destiny, and half the sky was dyed black with various auras.

The leaders are Yinlu Xue Tingbai and Yaocheng Elder Huang.

"Sect Master Jiang, the old man watched Daoist Xie bring those two demon cultivators to Mian'an with his own eyes yesterday." Elder Huang snapped, "Can you give me an explanation about the skinning demon cultivators before and the cover-up now?"

"Sect Master Xiao of Yaocheng died under the sword of Demon Cultivator," Xue Tingbai raised his hand, the head of the blood-drenched head was a banner of rupture, and the disciples of several major sects were all shocked.

The leader of the Zen sickle sect disciple wearing the green dragon Taoist robe was furious: "It was said earlier that we were chasing after the wind, but we were too late to clarify, but now the evidence is convincing. If you Mian An still don't give an answer, don't blame us for being rude!"

As soon as these words came out, all the immortal sects seemed to be ignited, and they echoed.

He Tianshi of Tianxiu Changgong received the hexagrams: "With the backing of Yuanxing Palace, this Mian'an has run rampant in the cultivation world for many years. If the long-term power brings such unreasonable disasters, who can guarantee that we will not be the next Xiao Xiao?" metropolitan?"

The people behind became more and more passionate, Elder Huang quietly curled his lips.

In the so-called world of comprehension, it seems that everyone is chasing the great way, self-denial and observance of etiquette, but as long as they are incited and show some "conclusive" evidence, they will hate high-ranking people more and more one by one.

To say that they are conceited, old-fashioned and pedantic, those famous elders in the cultivation world are all black.

The momentum was so great that even the residents of Mian'an City were so frightened that they begged the suzerain to come out of the mountain.

"Here we come!" Qinglong Daopao picked up the two sabers, clenched his teeth, "Heh, there is actually Huai Yujian Jun protecting him."

Although the Yuanxinggong family is the only one in the realm of cultivation, if the other seven sects unite, they will be able to compete with it, not to mention that there are so many innocent people in Mian'an, what Mian'an still wants is to make peace.

Xie Jinyi and Yun Jian were on standby in the city. Although the Yuanxing Palace had set up a barrier, for safety reasons, no one could take half a step without Huai Yujianjun's order.

Under the banner of all beings in the three realms, the seven sects demanded that they hand over two "magic cultivators", otherwise they would condemn the Yuanxing Palace to the enemy's formation and jointly exterminate them.

Although Huai Yujianjun and Xie Jinyi had explained the identities of Yun Jian and Sheng Huaizhao to him successively, Sect Master Jiang insisted on integrity, and even Mian'an's disaster was mostly caused by these two people, and he never met with them from the beginning to the end. noodle.

Mingshun studied the efficacy of the soul-returning pill all night, and Mrs. Jiang, who was exclusive to Nanfeng, learned that her daughter might wake up, so she guarded her daughter's palace without moving.

Sitting in the hall, Yu Tong felt that the scene in front of him was so silent that he panicked.

Because of the enchantment, they couldn't find out how far the negotiations between the seven major sects and Yuanxing Palace were going. Only the disciples of Yuanxing Palace who went back and forth could hand over the jade slips to inform them.

Xie Jinyi read the jade slips that just came, and clasped his fingertips tightly: "The talk is over."

Yu simplified into a shadow, Sheng Huaizhao looked up and saw the scene from outside the barrier.

The two-knife disciple in the Qinglong Taoist robe was stepping on the dying white tiger: "At this time, the former guardian spirit tiger of the Yanfeng Sect was sealed by the former suzerain, but it was liberated by the demon cultivator, and it reappeared to endanger the world! Fortunately! The Xue family rushed to Nanzhou in time to save the local people!"

Sheng Huaizhao's mind gradually sank, the little white tiger he was kidnapped by the demon king unexpectedly fell into the hands of Xue Tingbo.

Outside the barrier, Sect Master Jiang looked at Xiao Changli's head and the dying tiger, thinking about the turbulent begging and crying behind him, his daughter who had not woken up for a long time, and his wife who was worried about him, he was shaken for a moment.

Does he really want to take Mian'an and kill tens of thousands of people to protect those two demon cultivators whose good and evil are unknown?

"He's shaken." Elder Huang stood among the crowd and gave Xue Tingbo his eyes.

Xue Tingbai understood instantly, and when Zhao Gaifeng rose, he quietly took out a pistol with a thunderbolt lightning, and instantly stabbed the white tiger on the ground.

The white tiger roared because of the severe pain, subconsciously rose up and rushed towards Mian'an.

Sect Master Jiang's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he blocked the fierce tiger's blow with his seals. Let the disciple of the Zen sickle sect be slandered on the shoulder!

"Jiang, you dare to hurt my beloved disciple! My Zen sect is incompatible with you!"

The roar settled down, and the weapons faced each other.

The light and shadow of the Zhaoyue sword crossed, and the killing intent of the demigod swordsman quickly fell into a deep chasm, as if splitting the sky and dividing the cultivation world into two.

The seven major sects suddenly seeped, and the vigor that was ready to go before was suddenly lost by [-]%.

"Huaiyu! Are you going to help the evildoer?"

"You are capable of fighting against ten thousand people alone, but if the masters of our seven sects unite, we may not be invincible in a single battle!"

"Huaiyu Jianjun, make way!"

According to the moon and the sun, Huai Yujian stood above the top of the cloud, with an indifferent expression: "Stop talking nonsense, let's do it."

As soon as the voice fell, a thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky, and the evil spirit quickly spread from the place where the thunder and lightning disappeared, and then a wave of death and strong evil spirit enveloped it.

The eyes were wrapped in a dark red cloth, and the figure was like a puddle of black blood, drawing a sword.

The moment the blades collided, Huai Yu frowned.

This is exactly the same sword style as Yunjian!