Zhao Layue was stunned and said, "What's the matter?"

Gu Qing and Yuanqu were also confused.

Desse looked at them helplessly and said, "Although practice is important, can you pay a little attention to the major events that have happened in the world of practice?"

Zhao Layue thought that according to the Saint Saint, the Snow Country should not invade the south within a hundred years. The Underworld has been quite quiet in recent years. What big things are there?

"Su Ziye didn't know what was wrong with his brain, so he left Lengshan and went to Yizhou. He ended up meeting an assassin in a restaurant. The assassin disguised himself as a client..."

Desser explained the assassination in detail.

Gu Qing and Yuanqu looked at each other, a little surprised because Zhao Luyue listened very seriously.

Desser thought about the exquisite layout of the assassination and the coldness of his actions, and couldn't help but feel chilled, and said with emotion: "Buliao Lin is really terrible."

"Is he dead?"

Zhao leyue rarely showed interest in someone.

She had heard of the name Su Ziye many years ago.

The young master of Xuanyin Sect’s cultivation talent is extremely exaggerated in rumors, and it is even said that even Luo Huainan is not as good as him.

Desser said: "I don't know, according to the circumstances at that time, he should be dead, but no one has found the body so far."

The cave became quiet and the atmosphere was a bit weird.

Luo Huainan and Su Ziye are the two strongest people in the younger generation of the cultivation world, one is good and the other is evil.

Who would have thought that they all encountered assassination.

One dies, the other dies.

This is indeed a touching thing.

Desse thought that the strange atmosphere in the cave at this time originated from this, but he didn't know that Zhao Layue, Gu Qing and Yuanqu thought of far more things than this.

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The southwestern continent is a poor mountain and bad water, with endless mountains and rivers, sometimes heavy rain and sometimes drought, with extremely scarce production and naturally sparse populations.

Logically speaking, this should be the quiet place that practitioners like, but the problem is that there are no spiritual veins here and the scenery is not very good.

Between the cliffs, a black shadow was moving forward at an unimaginable speed. No matter how steep the stone wall was, it could not slow down.

The dry branches were smashed, the wet moss was trampled into mud, and the mountain eagle that could not be avoided was knocked away was knocked away, and the wine pot slapped the man's legs, making a sound of banging.

When he arrived in a dark and dense forest, the man stopped, threw his companion to the ground, untied the wine pot and poured two big mouthfuls before he started to breathe heavily.

The companion covered his head and face with black cloth, sat up with difficulty, leaning against the big tree and said hoarsely: "Give me two."

"You've been poisoned and you're still drinking a lot of wine!"

The man was very burly and had a beard. Because he was drinking too quickly, the wine sprinkled on it, and the stars were like dewdrops.

His eyes were clean and looked like dewdrops.

The second in the world, who is the best?

The man under the tree unbuttoned the black cloth and showed his face.

His face turned out to be green, with a faint luster, like hardened plaster, looking extremely strange, like a ghost.

He Jun's expression remained unchanged, so he probably saw too much.

The man's voice was very hoarse, as if his vocal cords had been cut with a knife: "This poison has cured me so badly, are you still missing those two sips of wine?"

He Jun's eyes were slightly dark, and he heard what his companion meant, so he threw the wine pot over.

The man took the wine pot and drank two sips. Although he was free and easy, he drank very carefully and did not spill out any wine, which seemed elegant.

"I don't know if there are any assassins from Bullain nearby. I just know that no one except me is willing to help you."

He Zhan was a little angry as he spoke, saying, "If you make more friends like me, why would you have fallen to this point?"

The man smiled and said, "Any friend is called a disciple of the evil sect?"

He Zhan was too lazy to pay attention to him and said, "Baotong Zen Temple is closer to this place."

The man said, "Don't forget that I am the young master of Xuanyin Sect."

It turns out that he is Su Ziye.

"Your father was infatuated and paralyzed for many years. Now that something happened to you, it should be difficult for him to protect himself."

He Zhan mocked, "The Xuanyin Sect is already someone else's, you are still a young master."

Su Ziye thought for a while and said, "What you said makes sense."

"What kind of poison is you?" He Zhan asked with a frown.

You should know that ordinary poisons are difficult to work for practitioners, not to mention that Xuanyin Sect is best at various magical poisons.

"I can feel that a poison is the corpse locust. Bu Lao Lin seems to know the martial arts of Xuanyin Sect very well, but he should have added some seasonings by others."

Su Ziye said: "It doesn't matter. The key is that the methods of those assassins are really amazing. Bu Lao Lin is indeed powerful."

He Zhan asked, "Why did Bulao Lin kill you?"

Su Ziye said: "Many people in Lengshan don't like me, and the old guys in Pyre have long wanted me to die, let alone you righteous people. There are many people who can afford the price. How do I know who it is?"

He Zhan said a little annoyed: "Even though you know so many people want you to die, you are so careless that you appear alone in Yizhou."

Su Ziye did not answer his question, closed his eyes and began to rest, saying, "Give me some barbecue to eat."

The sound of He Zhan's footsteps rang out and went into the distance.

Su Ziye's face was slightly distorted, like green leaves being kneaded together, looking very painful.

He did not open his eyes.

There was darkness in front of me.

What illuminates the darkness is the bonfire.

Last year, the flames of the bonfire were dozens of feet high, illuminating the dark canyon.

This is the ceremony of Xuanyin Sect worshiping ancestors.

A young man emerged from somewhere and wanted to challenge him.

The young man was seriously injured by him and escaped.

He was alert but did not relax.

Because the young man used the most authentic Xuanyin Sect magic skills.

The ancient aura with the meaning of time is so clear.

He also remembered it very clearly that the eyes of the old guys lit up at that time.

He wants to find out what's going on.

So after knowing the whereabouts of the young man, he left Lengshan without hesitation and came to Yizhou.

In order to keep it a secret, he did not take any subordinates.

Now that I think about it, it is naturally fake.

It was given to him by Bu Lao Lin on purpose.

He could clearly feel the toxins flowing in his meridians, slowly eroding his body, and was almost approaching the demon fetus.

He will die at that moment.

The young man should have returned to Lengshan by this time and was regarded as his master by the old guys in Perry.

What about his father? Is he already dead at this time? Or is he going to suffer all the humiliation but want to die, which is even more miserable than the current life?

I really hope it is the latter.

Su Ziye thought about this, listened to the sound of footsteps and slowly opened his eyes.
Chapter completed!