Chen Lian opened his mouth and vomited, and the more powerful sword energy blurted out.↗,

The hall shook, and the sound of firecrackers and beans sounded. The middle-aged Taoist priest seemed to be full of breath, and it increased sharply. Finally, it exploded directly in the air, disappearing invisible.

The Taoist robe turned into the corners of countless broken butterflies, falling down one after another, and each corner of the robe became a person.

These people are both men and women, and all kinds of secret techniques surged up for a moment, all of which were very familiar Qingxuan Taoist techniques. And looking at the power of their Taoist techniques, they actually had a very deep sense of fire.

He seemed to be alone in a certain era, the backbone of the disciples in Qingxuan.

Shen Lian strolls in the garden, and penetrates these secret techniques, and does not touch the body.

Although he is just a divine will now, he can still evolve various Taoist techniques, grasp the flaws of each Taoist technique attacking him, and he will collapse with one blow.

Every spell was ruthlessly cracked by him, and every person was easily killed by him.

These people have no essential difference from the hawkers, pedestrians, wealthy businessmen, and scholars in the city. They have lost themselves and are just a shell.

When all the magic and all the characters in front of you were killed by Chen Lian, the hall became extremely quiet.

It was so quiet that it would never make a sound.

Silence and nothingness can be endured for a while, but the longer the time passes, the eternal loneliness will swallow a flawless heart of Taoism.

Chen Lian heard the sound of dripping water.

"Tick, Tick".

He saw the eaves outside the hall, drops of blood gathered from the corner of the eaves, and then flowed downwards and fell on the stone steps. The blood was so vivid.

He smelled the blood fragrance and saw a huge blood rain outside the hall. The blood rolled outside the hall, and the accumulated water was blood. It was not as thick as anyone, but it was just flowing.

At some point, he lay on a bed.

This should not be called a bed, but a piece of jade, with a little warm current flowing into his body, causing a stream of heat to wander around his limbs and bones.

A cold and delicate jade hand touched his forehead. Chen Lian opened his eyes and saw a graceful girl with her eyes as soft as spring water and infinite tenderness.

There is a beautiful person, just like a clear and beautiful person.

It's probably about the girl.

His eyes were a little confused, but his heart seemed to be a mirror. The girl looked so much like Gu Caiwei.

She saw Chen Lian open her eyes and said happily: "Chen Lian quickly, today is the day to become a disciple, and from now on you will be my junior brother."

Chen Lian looked at himself in the mirror. He was only about ten years old, and he was thin and not tall. He could still see his delicate eyebrows and eyes. The girl behind him was taking care of his hair.

He found another Taoist shirt that looked a little big for him to wear.

Led by a girl who looked very similar to Gu Caiwei, he came to the Ancestor Hall and saw a woman sitting in the hall, very similar to Biyun. The portrait of Biyun next to him was empty, as if the Biyun was walking out of the portrait.

After passing the procedure of apprenticeship, you should bow and thank the teacher for your kindness.

But Chen Lian was still standing and did not bow down.

"Young brother hasn't become a disciple yet."

"Young brother hasn't become a disciple yet."

"Young brother hasn't become a disciple yet."

The girl's voice was 90% similar to Gu Caiwei. It seemed that this was really the time when Gu Caiwei was a girl.

Chen Lian stood with his hands behind his back and stared deeply, the true man Biyun in front of him was the deceased master whom he had never met before.

There was a ticking sound of water drops outside, and it was still blood beads and blood. As it spread, it was about to rush into the hall.

The illusion in front of Chen Lian's eyes changed again. Gu Caiwei disappeared, the apprenticeship tea disappeared, and the Biyun sitting in the hall disappeared. It was still the same as before. He seemed to have never left this hall.

But he found that the portrait of Biyun Zhenren was empty at some point in the painting.

In the bloody rain, in the blood outside the hall.

A woman, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walked in from the vast bloody rain.

The two looked at each other at the same time and could no longer move their eyes away.

Chen Lian deep-seated his eyes. This woman with a look exactly like Biyun Zhenren said indifferently: "Who are you?"

The woman said quietly: "Of course I am your master Biyun."

"You are not." Chen Lian said softly.

"I am her, but I am dead. You want to avenge me and kill Yanxu."

"You are a demon." Chen Lian ignored her words and said.

"You are right. I am a demon, but Biyun is also. Why do you want to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors? Even if I have never taught you anything, I am also your master in name." The woman said leisurely.

Chen Lian said: "You just have her memory. All the deceased thoughts of the dead in this city have been swallowed by you. As well as the deceased thoughts of my seniors and teachers, I, Qingxuan, have been absorbed by you."

"You are very smart and very wise. I know I can't hide it from you, but since you are here, don't think of leaving." The woman looked at Chen Lian as if she had seen food.

Chen Lian could clearly feel that she had a strong desire for herself, just like a person who had not eaten for a long time suddenly put a mountain delicacy in front of her.

It is not easy for her to control herself.

Because this powerful demon is also very clear, that is, Shenlian is always clear from beginning to end.

She has never seen such a pure inspiration since her birth.

"You are wrong, I can leave if I want to." Chen Lian stood with his hands behind his back.

The woman smiled coldly, as if she didn't believe it, and said, "Then you go out and try it."

Chen Lian said: "So goodbye."

A light suddenly lit up on him, pure and bright, that was the inspiration of his nature.

When the light lit up, a crack also opened in the void, swallowing Chen Lian, and he really left like this.

In Taiwei Pavilion, countless light spots condense.

A woman suddenly appears and takes a deep breath, which is the smell of freedom.

As a demon, if you lose your freedom, you will have nothing.

Fortunately, she still found her freedom. Chen Lian was very smart. Unfortunately, he didn't understand. When he could come out, he could also catch the gap.

She missed the sun outside for a long time, and she wanted to devour more thoughts and become the Lord of the Demons.

Driven by this joyful mood, she arrived at the entrance of Taiwei Pavilion and was about to walk out.

But suddenly my heart throbbed, and something hung at the door at some point. It was three feet long and looked like iron, slightly purple and green, like bluestone, and was shining and carved.

There are two words above: "Taiwei".

Chen Lian stood outside the door and looked at her coldly. This is called pulling the demon out of the hole.

There was a wooden hammer in his hand, which gently waved and hit the "Taiwei". The sound of clear Yue echoed between heaven and earth.

The woman felt particularly uncomfortable with the sound and hugged her head.

(To be continued.)
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