After Xue Ji arrived at Qingshan, Jing Jiu had already visited Jianzhu to see her several times. Whether it was passing by or coming here specifically, it was a rare thing for him. This firstly reflects his attention and respect for her, and secondly because he had something to be sure of. The last and most important reason was very simple. He wanted to communicate with her.

There are really few lives that can have the height and experience he has and can communicate with him equally.

After the previous few exchanges, he finally chose to give up and just asked her if she wanted to change a chair because she didn't want to take the risk of contacting the other party's spiritual sense.

Because of that lotus, he really wanted to communicate with her today, but in the end he chose to give up and turned around and walked towards the passage.

Xue Ji turned around and looked at the lonely peak of the snow-capped mountains here.

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After passing the sword prison, we came to Yin Peak. The sky was cloudless and the stars were like water. It was completely different from the thunderstorm night there, as if it was false.

Jing Jiu withdrew his gaze, walked away from the air, and landed between a certain peak.

The ruby ​​outside the cave was still lit, and the sword consciousness he left behind was not touched. It seemed that the corpse dog had indeed not seen Fang Jingtian.

Then, he went to Tongyan's cave.

Tong Yan opened her eyes, looked at him, and said with a slightly cold voice: "Didn't you agree not to bother me within ten years?"

Jing Jiu ignored him and walked to the stone table.

There was a chessboard on the stone table, with dozens of chess pieces scattered on it, which was the way Tongyan put it when he came last time. He picked up a black chess and placed it in a position in the lower left corner. The situation on the chessboard was immediately different from before. The few white chess in the corner had no hope of escaping and were about to be eaten.

Tongyan knew that he was about to take action, so she asked unexpectedly: "Why is it now?"

Jing Jiu said: "I have something to go out, so I will do it by the way."

Tongyan knew what kind of person he was, and even more surprised, she said, "You are going to come out?"

If it was Zhuo Rusui, he would definitely say at this time: I have already gone to Jingzong to tell you? Jing Jiu did not say this, but just told Tongyan what happened in Chaoge City. Then he talked about the meeting of Guocheng Temple in autumn, and finally asked: "What will Bai Zhenren do?"

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In midsummer, the Chaotian Continent is full of humid and hot winds, and people's mood is also a little depressed, but they are so restless.

In the court, officials quarreled endlessly. Naturally, no one mentioned Jing Xin's affairs. They were all fighting for river workers and military government affairs, but everyone knew where the wind rose.

Those small sects kept heading to Yunmeng Mountain, like pilgrimage, which also brought about a bad trend.

The storm is coming and is about to go to the green mountains.

The entire world of practice and officials in the court were waiting for the negotiations at Guocheng Temple in autumn.

All eyes were attracted by this incident, and no one noticed that something was happening in those remote places.

For example, after the flood in early summer in Yizhou, at least 300 missing people have not found their bodies until today, and it is very likely that they rushed into the underground river.

There is no light in the underworld, only the extremely faint sound of water. Being in it will remind people of the legendary underworld, although the real underworld is not the case.

The dark river tonight has some extremely faint ghost fire. It is not the bones of the dead, but the eyes full of cruelty.

Under the pursuit of Bihu Peak of Qingshan Sect and Qingtiansi of the imperial court, the remnants of Xuanyin Sect who were summoned to Yizhou City could only survive in the underground river. Compared with them, the broken corpses that were floating in the underground river were even more miserable. Those who fell into the underground river died on the spot and became the souls of the living sacrifices and refining evil skills.

The sound of water came from the front, and the ghostly eyes became extremely bright and full of greed.

But the next moment, the emotion in the eyes was only fear.

The dark river was illuminated by a sword light.

The disciple of Xuanyin Sect sacrificed a black banner to subdue the flying sword, but the black banner was torn apart in an instant, and with a slight sound, his head fell into the dark river.

Several muffled groans sounded by the river, and more than ten extremely filthy and dark auras attacked the flying sword like a tornado, and at the same time, several black flags swayed.

The sword light suddenly disappeared, then lit up again, traveling through the dark river at high speed, ignoring the black flags at all.

The sword light appeared and disappeared, and several disciples of Xuanyin Sect let out muffled groans and died like this.

The dark river is very quiet, with only the sound of the head falling into the water, and only the flying swords are constantly killing people.

The dark cliff wall suddenly vibrated, and dozens of Xuanyin Sect disciples no longer cared about hiding their figures, broke out of the ground, and ran towards the night in the lower reaches of the dark river.

No matter how strong the person comes, it is impossible to keep all of them.

The only people left in Xuanyin Sect are still alive, so they have to survive desperately. As long as they are still alive, Xuanyin Sect will still exist.

The lower reaches of the dark river in the depths of the night were suddenly illuminated by sword light.

The sword light was a bit strange, with a very deep red color, like the sunset, and more like blood.

A sharp and lonely sword intent swept across the water, and the disciples of Xuanyin Sect at the front died silently.

The night was illuminated by the sword light. After several battles, the disciples of Xuanyin Sect who were still alive escaped with blood, but were blocked by the sword cultivator in front of him.

The disciples of Xuanyin Sect looked at each other, let out a desperate and resentful roar, and used the Xuanyin Sect's secret technique of igniting the essence and blood in their bodies!

Boom boom boom boom boom!

Countless dull explosions sounded underground.

The dark river stirred up a wild wave, and was instantly burned to boil by the demonic flames with evil aura, and then turned into higher temperature steam, rushing towards the upstream and downstream.

After a long time, the smoke and dust gradually fell and the river returned to peace.

A sword light broke through the air from the downstream. Zhuo Rusui was covered in blood and should have suffered a serious injury.

He didn't expect that the remnants of Xuanyin Sect would eventually use the evil move of burning essence and blood, and they were a little closer.

Zhao leyue wore a hat and stepped on the sword. The bright red fire and even more reddish sword light illuminated her sword.

In the remaining flames on the river surface, the broken limbs of countless Xuanyin Sect disciples scattered on the river surface, and then gradually sank, uniting with the broken corpses of the innocent people. I believe that it will be eaten by the blind fish in the underground river in a short time and will never be separated.

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The most famous thing in Yizhou is hot pot.

What Su Ziye likes the most is hot pot, because he has lived in the hot pot naturally produced in Lieyang Gorge for too many years.

That night, Lieyang Gorge jumped into the sky and then fell to death. Everyone in the canyon died, including his loyal subordinates and his father.

These bad memories are very similar to the sword light. Whenever he remembers it once, he feels that the magic wheel is cut off once, and it is extremely painful.

He took out a pill and swallowed it into his stomach, and then began to breathe heavily. Some unhealthy blush appeared on his green face, making the color even more weird.

After a while, the pain in his eyes turned into intoxication, and until finally, all the emotions disappeared, leaving only peace.

Just like all evil sects, Xuanyin Sect has no real spiritual veins, and there will always be problems in practicing, and it will not last long by taking medicine.

He left the rented courtyard and went to a cheap old teahouse.

There are people drinking tea in the old teahouse, and more people are playing cards. The aged tea stain on the tea cup is very clear. The large kettle is placed on the coal stove, and the water in the kettle is always boiling and keeps making whimpering sounds.

Su Ziye ordered the cheapest and most common cup of jasmine tea, and sat down in the most inconspicuous position.

He was wearing a cloth shirt and a mask, which was no different from these guests in the teahouse.

Time passes slowly.

The whimpering sound of the big kettle suddenly disappeared.

The noise and swear words on the card table gradually faded away.

Su Ziye picked up the teacup, blew the foam away, took a sip, and then looked at the opposite side.

Zhuo Rusui said: "I heard that your face is green. Can you show me a look?"

Su Ziye put down the teacup and asked, "How did you find me?"

His whereabouts have always been very secretive. He summoned those disciples who were scattered outside to use the title of Ming Wang. There were only two people who knew this teahouse.

Those two people were his former subordinates, with a very good realm and strong position, and they were very loyal, and would never betray him.

Zhuo Rusui did not answer his question and said, "Do you know who I am?"

Su Ziye said: "A person as listless as you, with sharp sword intentions, is the only one who looks like Zhuo Rusui, looking at the green mountains."

Zhuo Rusui praised: "It is worthy of being Su Ziye, and he has some insight."

Su Ziye stood up, looked at him and said, "But even if you are Zhuo Rusui, you are not qualified to kill me."

Zhuo Rusui said: "In the past, the world of cultivation said that you are better than Luo Huainan, so you should be similar to me. I want to kill you alone, so it is indeed a bit troublesome."

Since that's the case, he naturally won't be alone.

Su Ziye looked outside the teahouse and saw Zhao Layue wearing a hat, and Fu Sijian emitting bloody light.

Everyone in the cultivation world knows that Zhao Layue is the descendant of Jingyang Zhenren. She is born with a Taoist seed and has a strong killing ability, but Su Ziye still didn't expect that she was almost traveling to the wilderness.

The same is true for Zhuo Rusui's realm.

The younger generation of Aoyama Sect is so strong that it is unreasonable.

Su Ziye thought about these things and said, "This is unfair."

He is the strongest person in the younger generation of evil Taoism, and his talent for cultivation is still above Luo Huainan. No matter how strong Zhao Layue and Zhuo Rusui are, he will not have any fear, but he will definitely lose with two fights.

Zhuo Rusui said: "What?"
To be continued...