After the rebirth, the old enemy helps me clean up

Lu Chengyang, Xie Jing, and Tan Taiheng all looked at the sudden arrival of Yun Huixiao and reset the young man in the ice coffin, but they all tacitly did not speak or stop them.

Yun Huixiao's eyes paused on the young man for a while, and then she moved her eyes away, her tone was still a little brisk as usual: "Actually, after you retreated, your cultivation has not improved, right?"

Xie Jing said: "You should answer me first, why Lu Zang's body is here."

Yun Huixiao fixed her gaze on Lu Chengyang again, and said, "Chengyang, congratulations on your return."

Lu Chengyang saw Yun Huixiao's expression was very natural, as if everything in front of him was an illusion derived from Yunluo's technique just now.

"Since you released the news that Taiyin is in the black field, you have drawn us into this situation."

Lu Chengyang slightly closed his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, all the recent scenes flashed through his mind one by one.

Ouyang Mingjing is false, the third child's curse is false, and the so-called flower marks left by the mask are not true, and there probably are no masked people who know how to escape from shadows.

They have always wanted to know that the person behind them is extremely accomplished in the method of escaping objects. In fact, after going around, it should be Yun Huixiao in front of them.

"No, even the Dafa of Resurrection is your masterpiece." Lu Chengyang looked at the corpse whose heart was still bleeding, "These many blood Gu... What exactly do you want to create all these blood Gu?"

Before Yun Huixiao could answer anything, Tan Taiheng's ten thousand strategies were already at his throat.

Tan Taiheng's veins popped out, he took a deep breath, and then asked, "Then Yunluo is with you?"

Yun Huixiao did not deny it.

"Yun Huixiao, let's talk about your difficulties. If you have any difficulties, it can be a reason for you to hurt your own nephew."

Wan Ce did not transform into any weapon form, but a few red lines appeared faintly.

It is difficult for ordinary people to see Wan Ce's appearance like this, so even many people in the Hundred Families of Xianmen don't know that Wan Ce, as the treasure of the Tantai Sect, has a function that ordinary spiritual weapons cannot match, that is, to destroy Lose other people's spiritual veins.

Lu Chengyang reminded: "Tantaiheng, calm down."

Although looking at it from various perspectives, if using Tantai Yu as a puppet to cause the chaos of the figurines has something to do with Yun Rui, then it is reasonable for Tantai Heng to destroy his spiritual veins.

But if it is impossible to know the truth from Yun Rui at this time, it will be even more of a mistake.

Lu Chengyang looked back at Xie Jing, only then did he notice that Xie Jing's hand had been tightly gripping the end of the sword, and the fingertips were all white.

"There may be some flaws in the Buming Pavilion mentality, but you don't know why."

Yun Huixiao didn't dodge either, instead she continued what she had asked Xie Jing earlier.

"Si Ting, we are people all the way." Yun Huixiao's brows showed a slight sadness, "Poor people all the way."

After his words fell, golden runes suddenly lit up in the ice coffin.

This is another displacement array.

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The formation was activated too quickly, even if Tantai Heng stopped it with a powerful spiritual flow, it would only temporarily slow down Yun Huixiao's pace.

In front of them is no longer the ice room they were in just now, but the palm of the stone statue of Shenling.

Before Yun Huixiao had time to enter the next displacement formation, Zui Ying met Xie Jing's Persistence head-on. When the blue shadow collided with the silver light, several clusters of bright light suddenly bloomed in the midair.

The red stripes on Tantaiheng Wance's body gradually converged to a point, and then slowly disappeared, and then stood on the spot, emitting a few feet of spiritual light, which seemed to enclose this place and restrain the new displacement formation.

Lu Chengyang suddenly felt something strange, summoned Chi Yan, and stabbed the shadow under his feet first.

The "shadow" suddenly turned into countless Gu worms, hurriedly scattered around, and then turned into countless "King Gu" in human form.

"It's not over yet!"

Tan Taiheng couldn't help getting angry again, Wan Ce returned to his hands, and swept straight around in a circle.

Lu Chengyang looked at the new group of blood gu with the same face as his own deity, raised his red flames and said, "I'm afraid it won't end."

The blood gu is densely piled up, as if it was built as a wall, one row fell down and another row rose again, very "tenacious and not rushing".

Tan Taiheng said with disgust: "It's really endless."

On the top, Xie Jing was still fighting with Yun Huixiao, but Fuhai Mingyuezhuang's swordsmanship was not surprising, and he was defeated by the persistent sword wind.

However, even though Yun Huixiao retreated, she didn't panic, and made a trick with her hand, and for a while, snowflakes danced in the air again.

The flying snow is not beautiful, but it is full of murderous intentions.

Every snowflake is untouchable, and if you touch it, it will be an unambiguous fire.

This is the ultimate profound technique of Yunmen, and it is also an obstacle technique that makes hundreds of immortals fear.

Lu Chengyang was chopping the blood gu with all his energy, while being wary of this mysterious technique.

Just at this time, Xie Jing set up the eight-edged fan barrier to resist the snowflakes that implied murderous intent, but he didn't get distracted for too long.

At this moment, he couldn't help but lament that Yun Rui was really underestimated.

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Lu Chengyang suddenly remembered that the first time he saw Yun Rui, Yun Rui was not smiling like that.

At that time Yunrui was standing under the old tree, scraping the bark with his hands.

Lu Chengyang, who was sleeping on his back in the tree, lowered his eyes and said strangely: "What are you doing?"

Yun Rui raised his head, was stunned for a moment, and then a smile spread on his originally calm face: "Let this tree bloom."

That tree was originally an ancient tree in the sky, with only green shade all the year round and never blooming, Lu Chengyang only thought that this person was too bored.

Unexpectedly, Yun Rui said cheerfully afterwards: "It's done."

Then the tree was covered with fluttering and inexplicable snowflakes, which didn't melt in the scorching sun, which forced Lu Chengyang to sneeze for a long time.

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Xie Jing did not dodge the falling mysterious snow, but instead gathered the snowflakes one foot in front of him, and then slammed out a palm, sending it towards Yun Huixiao.

Yun Huixiao melted away the snow ball, but was shocked for a moment by the wave of spiritual power hidden in it, and then quickly stepped back a few steps.

After stabilizing her figure, Yun Huixiao wiped the blood overflowing from the corner of her lower lip, only then did she notice that blood was also dripping from between her fingers, and the blood mist slowly dispersed around her.

That wasn't some vision, it was precisely the technique of tracing blood that Lu Chengyang used when he saw the right time.

Since Yun Rui won't explain everything in detail, it's better to let his "biography" tell the truth.

Yun Huixiao lingkong sent a rather helpless look, but her body was already imprisoned by the talisman chains, and the blood tracing technique was difficult to stop.

His so-called "past" spread out like this.

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A burst of blood mist dissipated, and the scene of Shenling was gradually eroded by a burst of quiet frost, and the extended scene was Fuhai Mingyuezhuang several years ago.

A woman in an indigo dress was watering a plant of orchid grass, when there was the sound of hurried footsteps, the handsome disciple saluted and said: "Master, there have been some refugees at the foot of the mountain recently, most of them are from foreign lands. We only rescued a few of those who traveled a long distance.”

The woman turned her head, frowned slightly, and said: "It's a good life to bury the lost refugees."

Although her face looked very gentle at first glance, but because there was always a heroic look in her brows and eyes, she added a kind of calm and self-prestige.

After hearing this, the disciple said again: "Master, will the saved people be brought back into the village?"

Yun Luoyue said: "Fuhai Mingyue Village is not a shelter, only those with extraordinary talents can enter the village to practice."

The disciple responded and ran down the mountain.

Yun Luoyue suddenly said: "What are you doing eavesdropping on there? Come out."

At that time, Yun Rui, who was only about nine years old, poked his head out and said, "Grandma, why are only talented people allowed to enter the village?"

Yun Luoyue replied: "This is the rule."

"But there is enough food in the village, and there are enough houses, why not take them all in?"

Yun Rui looked at Yun Luoyue and asked very seriously.

Yun Luoyue smiled lightly and said, "If that's the case, then it will never be saved."

Without waiting for Yun Rui to ask "why", Yun Luoyue said again: "When you grow up, you will understand."

In the end, Fuhai Mingyuezhuang only accepted one new disciple.

This disciple called himself "A Luo" and was later called Yun Luo.

This child is about the same age as Yunrui, when he first entered the village, his hair was unkempt, his skin was whiter than snow after washing.

Because of his good spiritual veins, Yun Luo, Yun Rui and Yun Shenwan practiced together under Yun Luoyue's guidance.

Yunrui's spiritual strength is not outstanding, but he is quite talented in profound arts, and often creates various scenes in the village.

Because there is no snow in Fuhai Mingyue Village all year round, he especially likes to create a snow scene.

"Ari, are real snowflakes like this?"

Yunluo held the finely crushed snow between her fingers, and seeing that the snowflakes had unique patterns, she asked Yunrui.

Yunrui smiled at Yunluo and said, "It should be so. I played one a few years ago, and maybe I will play again in a few years."

The snow all over the sky is the most harmless and gentle illusion here.

It's a pity that Yunluo couldn't wait for the year when the snow fell to Mingyuezhuang.

The young man with sharp eyes could only lie helplessly on the sickbed, quietly feeling the coldness of the spiritual veins freezing inch by inch, taking away the remaining vitality.

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Yun Rui, who had already grown up, questioned Yun Luoyue: "There are clearly pharmacists and experts in the village, why didn't grandma save her?"

"My family's mentality is extremely yin, and he is originally a yin and cold body, so he cannot be saved." Yun Luoyue's eyes flashed a trace of pain, "Besides, my family's descendants of the Yun family will not escape bad luck."

"When you and your beloved become a Taoist couple, you cannot escape this curse."

"Even if there is no flaw in the mind, there can only be one life between you and him."

Yun Rui's eyes were full of disbelief, but soon became more and more serious.

"Grandmother, why lie to me." He slowly spread his palms, "Our family's mind is extremely yin, so do we have to use a person's spiritual veins to divert yin energy?"

Yun Luoyue slapped her hard, and said: "This is the behavior of the Demon Sect, why did the Yun Sect do this!"

Yun Rui stroked her red cheeks, was silent for a while, and then said: "Grandmother is absolutely right."

"Since the fairy gate can't save it, why not use the method of the demon gate to save it."