In the next few days, Nan Fuguang would go to Jingtan to meditate for an hour or two every day. In the words of a pig butcher, those who didn't know might have thought that she had killed him and sunk him under the water. She just goes back every day to admire the perfect crime scene.
Jingtan is actually no different from usual.
At least everyone in the Yuntian Sect, including the sect leader Xie Cong and Yunshang Immortal Lord, did not come out to say anything.
If there was anything unusual, it was probably because people from Guixing Pavilion had appeared once or twice.
Nan Fuguang was born in the Yuntian Sect, but he rarely saw people from the Guixing Pavilion in any public place of the Yuntian Sect. They were always mysterious, and they did not know their identities or origins. Except for Yan Ji'an and Xie Cong, they almost never met. Communicate with other people in the clan...
He wears a special robe that is different from the uniform uniform of Yuntian Sect disciples all day long, and a wide hat covers half of his face.
The last time Nan Fuguang saw them was the time when the Bone Bone Pavilion witnessed the birth of the divine phoenix.
What Nan Fuguang met was a male cultivator with a big hood with a bold pen-like feather on it, shaped like a crow's feather. A strand of soft black hair fell out of the hood. He had a slender figure and looked young, about the same age as Nan Fuguang.
Because the people in Guixing Pavilion always walked alone as "Clerical Officers of the Immortal Realm" and were cold and noble, Nan Fuguang was surprised when he came up to talk to them.
"Why do you come to Jingtan so often?"
His voice was neither high nor low. When he asked the question, Nan Fuguang was taking off his shoes and secretly preparing to put his feet into the cold stream.
Hearing this, she was stunned. She held the hem of her Taoist robe and turned her head blankly. After thinking for a while, she asked: "I am a disciple of Yuntian Sect. It is very common to come to Jingtan. Why are you here?"
The male cultivator of Guixing Pavilion looked at her, and Nan Fuguang realized that his eyes were very big and bright. When he blinked, they were as black and bright as the eyes of a crow. For some reason, Nan Fuguang thought he looked familiar.
Like me poor.
He looks a little like me.
"Don't put your feet in, this is a holy pool." The male monk said, "Isn't it dirty?"
Nan Fuguang thought to himself, where is my sword?
"What holy pool? The Yuntian Sect calls this the sun-drenched lottery pool. Even though I threw a lot of treasures into it some time ago, the holy light will not flash. Moreover, this is living water." The senior sister of the Yuntian Sect said expressionlessly, "What's dirty?"
If you dare to refute, I will draw my sword.
Didn't you see that Sister Fairy is upset?
You are from Guixing Pavilion. My sister is sorry for you.
Hearing this, he probably received the rudeness in Nan Fuguang's words. As expected, this person whom he met for the first time (and probably the last time they met) ignored her. He only raised his hand to close the big hood and turned around. Leave.
"Tsk, who is it?"
Weird and mean.
Nan Fuguang didn't take this matter to heart.
……
Ruan Zhu's explosive body caused turmoil and unrest within the sect for several days, and the atmosphere inside the sect was very depressed.
The change occurred on the fourth day.
On this day, two younger junior sisters in the cafeteria were telling jokes together and accidentally laughed out loud. At that time, they were startled and their faces turned pale. However, Nan Fuguang noticed that no one jumped at that time. They came out and said that they laughed loudly and failed to "eat without talking or sleeping without talking", and even the most talkative Yaogei shut his mouth...
And with that sudden laughter, the entire dining hall and even the Yuntian Sect suddenly seemed to be different in an instant.
In the dining hall, people's normal conversations became louder, and someone took out "Three Worlds Bao Inquiry" and started reading...
Yuntian Sect returned to its former peace.
The dark cloud hanging over everyone's heads seemed to have been lifted.
At this time, everyone began to gradually accept a statement: Ruan Zhu's incident was just an unfortunate accident. Although it was regrettable, it was all over.
——In the end, it seemed that only Nan Fuguang was left alone, shrouded in a strange atmosphere.
But no one expressed surprise about this, and everyone even treated her with unprecedented gentleness and caution.
"There is no way, Ruan Zhu exploded in the arms of senior sister." During the chat, an unknown junior sister sighed, "I might be scared to death. This kind of thing... can become a shadow for a person's life. Qualifications, not to mention that the senior sister is already in the early stage of the Golden Elixir, so a breakthrough is even more dangerous for her.”
……
It's night.
The dry evening breeze of autumn mixed with the smell of dead leaves and decayed leaves hit the dream catcher. The person who was not sleeping comfortably in the dream murmured softly on the bed, turned over, and rolled into the complete shadow deep in the bed.
A black shadow passed over the main peak of the three mountains of Yuntian Sect.
No sword control, no Qi control, not too many gorgeous dazzling skills, just relying on incredible skills to climb over the top of the high mountains. Before the clouds covered the moon and took away the last light, the man was like a powerful beast, quietly and quietly. The sound fell on the glazed top of the main hall of Yuntian Sect.
The shiny glazed tiles made no sound under his feet. He raised his head and looked at Chiri Peak not far away.
For reasons he knew well, the sea of spirit mist clouds was thinner than in the past. Now it barely covered the towering main peak like a lingering breath. The Tao Pavilion, the residence of the Immortal Lord on the Clouds, stood on the top of the mountain. After that, in the shadow of the mountains, another cloud appeared. Another mysterious building is hidden behind the pottery pavilion.
The slender fingertips passed over the mask on the cheek, which was made of silver metal and inlaid with a pigeon-blood red gemstone on the lower left side.
The cold metal touch felt bitingly cold under the autumn face. It seemed that the man had not used the object for a long time and was not used to it, so he pushed it up.
The next moment, the figure disappeared on the glazed tiles.
……
The lights in Guixing Pavilion are also bright tonight.
The dome of the main palace hangs high with the branches of the twelve constellations. At night, you can look up to see the bright stars. Several of the stars with special meanings flicker brightly or fade. Each change corresponds to a major event in the three realms and six realms.
The man in the outer robe of Piguixing Pavilion stood in front of the candlestick, letting the flickering candlelight elongate and enlarge his reflection to a paradoxical level. He kept his eyes lowered, and his long eyelashes like crow feathers trembled slightly, betraying his uneasiness.
He is the head of Guixing Pavilion.
Today, he felt something strange in the Yuntian Sect's spiritual veins. He went back and forth to Jingtan for several days in an attempt to confirm, but he never got the exact answer——
He was not sure whether the withered bones were still under the pure pool.
It cannot be divined, the hexagram is unclear, and the stars are chaotic.
Some of them had "wild hunting" phenomena suddenly appearing in the night sky without any warning. The Yuntian Sect's spiritual energy was becoming increasingly shallow without obvious signs, and the spiritual veins were showing a tendency to be damaged. Finally, the low-level disciples had a phenomenon of breaking through the realm the day before yesterday.
There are various signs that under the pure pool and above the spiritual veins, the things that have been hidden and owned by the Yuntian Sect for thousands of years have most likely been taken away.
But, how is that possible?
The importance of the things under the Rail Star Pavilion and Jingtan was well known to all the sect leaders in the past generations. Therefore, without permission from the sect, outsiders could not even take a step into the Yuntian Sect.
It cannot be taken away by others.
The director of Guixing Pavilion is holding a box of wooden boxes in his hands. The ebony wooden box is old both in terms of workmanship and the wood itself. The wooden box itself is probably going to fetch an earth-shattering price on the black market...
Not to mention the objects placed among such ancient and precious objects.
——Forearm, ulna, radius to complete metacarpal bones and phalanges, it turned out to be a pale human left arm placed in a black wooden box.
The withered bones of the man under the Jingtan were dismantled and placed in the Guixing Pavilion. From then on, the Guixing Pavilion not only secretly guarded the withered bones under the Jingtan, but also possessed the ability of fortune-telling and established itself in the world of immortality. Within the sect.
In the shadow cast by the candlelight, half asleep, the paleness was even more eerie.
"Let's discuss it. Can you return that thing in your hand to me?"
The question that suddenly sounded behind him startled the person standing in the center of the main palace. His pupils shrank, and when he suddenly retracted it, the huge hood slipped off——
The person who had appeared at the window and was sitting lazily had arrived in front of him!
He only had time to see the silver mask embedded with blood rubies on the visitor's cheek, shining with an unknown luster!
The next moment, his hand was empty, and with a "pop" sound, the wooden box made of dark wood was closed and covered, and the white bones inside disappeared from sight!
"Who!"
It seems that he did not expect that in the declining world, someone would be able to break into the Yuntian Sect, cross Taoting Yanjian, break into the Guixing Pavilion, and snatch the "Breath of the Underworld"!
The broad robe fluttered, and the director of Guixing Pavilion chased the person with his eyes. He saw the man who fell from the sky wearing black clothes. He was tall but extremely agile. In an instant, he jumped up to the skylight of the dome of the main palace of Guixing Pavilion——< br>
On the ground, the people in Guixing Pavilion who had their treasures robbed opened their eyes wide in shock: I saw that the man in front of me had no luck or magic. Without the help of any treasures, as if he had wings behind him, he could easily jump to the skylight of the dome!
"Who is coming!"
During the hurried pursuit, he asked loudly again.
This time, the man squatting half-crouched on the skylight with his knees propped up leaned down. As he did this, a tear-shaped red gem held by a silver chain hidden behind the mask slipped down, and it was inlaid with the mother stone of the same origin as the one currently inlaid...
Under the moonlight, the gems sway gently, reflecting the bright pearl light.
"Strictly speaking, they are not considered human beings."
His tone was slight.
With a laziness that can easily make people angry.
After saying this, he suddenly made a deep nasal sound and made a gesture of looking back.
Just as the director of Guixing Pavilion was wondering what this person was going to do, he only belatedly heard the familiar sound of bronze bells coming from mid-air——
Outside the Rail Star Pavilion, golden light bloomed, and golden lotuses bloomed in the dark night sky. It was the Immortal Lord Yunshang holding the Broken Feather Sword in his hand, stepping on the light!
"Thieves, what a coward!"
……
The sword energy floats in the air, and the body is slender. The body of the misty sword cultivator really looks like a swimming dragon.
Yan Ji'an was wearing a lavender Taoist robe, and the Feather Broken Sword in his hand was radiating with cold light. When the sword pointed at the sky, the six beams of sword light behind him quickly dispersed, and the golden light was like stars scattered in the night sky. The next moment, each starlight point became brighter and brighter, corresponding to one The lightsaber slowly condenses in the light spot——
If Lu Sang were here, he would recognize this as the Ten Thousand Swords Formation used by Yan Ji'an to kill Nascent Soul monk Duan Nan with one move!
But there are differences!
At that time, Yan Ji'an didn't even use his natal sword, but now when faced with someone of unknown origin who broke into Rail Star Pavilion, he didn't hesitate at all, and the Yu Broken Sword was used immediately!
"Yuntian Sect has established an absolute ban. No strangers are allowed to enter. How can thieves get in!"
The person being asked the question touches the tip of his nose.
“I almost didn’t get in.”
But there is always a surprise in everything. "Hand over the 'Breath of the Underworld' in your hand, and I will keep your whole body."
The voice of the Immortal Lord above the clouds is like a clear spring, cold and noble.
The long, plain white fingers were half raised to the level of his ears. With just one wave, the thousands of lightsabers that were ready to go would be like an army of thousands of horses, stabbing the people in front of him into sieves in an unstoppable manner.
He is waiting.
When the opponent lowers his head on his own initiative, he will be captured.
However, for a long time, only a wisp of breeze blew by. Holding the window frame with one hand, the man squatting on the skylight of Guixing Pavilion did not move for a long time. Under the silver mask, the corners of his thin lips seemed to droop helplessly, and he sighed. .
Under the strong gaze of Yunshang Immortal, the man ignored his gaze, looked over his shoulder, looked through the sword formation behind him, and casually glanced at the Red Snow Peak hidden in the thin sea of clouds——
< br>
"It's late at night." The man said slowly, "Such a huge battle disturbs people's dreams."
The next moment, several black beams of light rose from behind the three main peaks with the entire Yuntian Sect as the inner circle!
Yan Ji'an's eyes narrowed and he looked in disbelief at the person not far away who kept the same posture as before and didn't even move. There was no talisman or magic weapon. In just the blink of an eye, he unfolded a magic weapon that could cover the entire building. The yin and yang mirror world within the scope of Yuntian Sect!
The world is completely isolated.
In this world, there are only three people left, Yan Ji'an, the master of Guixing Pavilion, and the mysterious man.
Almost at the same time, the man moved——
The moment Yan Ji'an's sword array was activated, he also moved.
When lightsabers hit his face like rain, the man stepped forward to meet the sword array like a string of arrows. The figure of the man cut through the night sky like a black meteor. In Yan Ji'an's shocked eyes, he casually held one and wiped his cheek. One of the sword array lightsabers!
Under the blessing of the Feather Broken Sword, the Ten Thousand Swordsmanship Sword Formation is like a virtual evil dragon's treasure house. The light sword is born from the sword energy stimulated by Yan Ji'an's own consciousness. It has no entity, cannot be broken, inexhaustible and inexhaustible - —
Not to mention being held in the hands of a complete stranger at this time.
After seizing the sword, Yan Ji'an was shocked and felt as if a strong hand had controlled the sea of consciousness, and the depths of his soul were trembling with unfamiliar fear——
"Bang!"
In the sound of piercing the sky, the lightsaber and the broken feather sword collided heavily, and they separated as soon as they touched. The sword light shot out, and the mountains and rivers buzzed!
If the Yin-Yang Mirror Realm hadn't unfolded, this blow would have been enough to wake up the entire Yuntian Sect!
Yan Ji was in pain from the tiger's mouth, and retreated suddenly. He suddenly saw a person holding one of the lightsabers in his sword array falling on the golden lotus he was stepping on. His body movements were natural, and with a wave of his hand, the lightsaber disappeared in his hand...
“It’s not easy to use.”
After a simple evaluation, the man stood firmly on the golden lotus.
Step on my golden lotus and seize my sword formation.
Who is this? !
It is not obvious on the face, but at this moment, Yunshang Immortal Lord is really shocked. He has never expected that there is such a person in the Three Realms and Six Paths, who can use the physical objects condensed by his sea of consciousness and sword energy for his own use——
Is this person also a sword cultivator?
A swordsman who is better than him?
With no time to think about such a complicated matter, and always remembering that the "Breath of Underworld" fell into this person's hands, Yan Ji'an was unwilling to fight, and he began to feel that he was gradually losing control of the current situation!
The long hair is floating in the air, the sword energy is condensed, the Feather Broken Sword is lying across the face, and the blade cuts the palm——
The heart and sword merge into one, transforming into a dragon!
The long hair and Taoist robes of the Immortal Lord floating on the clouds danced wildly in the windless wind while chanting the Sword Art. His usually dark eyes were gradually swallowed up by the golden light. Dragon roars resounded in the empty valley and on the top of the mountain!
The golden light became stronger, gradually turning into a giant dragon, shrouded in the sword cultivator, the mortal body became a dragon heart, the skin became dragon scales, and the dragon horns appeared...
The silver dragon opens its eyes!
In the sky and sea of clouds, the giant dragon slowly opened its eyes with absolute oppression. Within the Yin and Yang mirror world, the river flowed backwards, the mountains and rivers shook, and the mountain peaks collapsed——
Not far away, Yinlong saw a man who was as small as an ant in comparison. He was standing on a green pine with his hands tied. Under the dark night, there was pink and white light gathering behind him!
The light is like mist, shaped but invisible, floating in the air, and seems to have gradually gathered into a fluffy animal tail... one tail, two tails, three tails——
Until Kyuubi.
On top of the green pine, the man leaned on the tree trunk and jumped up. The nine hazy tails unfolded like the wings of a bird. Then, each tail floated, and the closed pupils could be vaguely seen.
Nine tails are like foxes, and their tails are equipped with eyes. These creatures are hard to find in the three realms and six realms. If Yan Ji'an is lucky enough to meet him once, he will not forget it easily——
Unfortunately, before he could react in fear, the figure with nine long tails actually jumped to the same height as the dragon!
"The injury from last time hasn't healed yet?" The man said with a smile in his low magnetic voice, "Do you want to be bitten again?"
The joking chuckle was blown away by the cold night wind, almost melting into the night breeze.
At the heart of the giant dragon, Yan Ji'an suffered a heavy blow to his abdomen. In the pain of tearing apart bones and tendons, his vision turned black and he fell all the way down. He seemed to hear the sound of the mirror world shattering. He landed on the peach blossom tree outside the door of Tao Pavilion. Down.
The petals of the peach tree fell one after another as if they were frightened. Lu Sang's panicked scream of "Master" could be heard in his ears, and Yan Ji'an could smell the faint smell of blood.
It was about the time the wound on his shoulder opened again.
In a daze, his thoughts were in chaos, covering the Yin and Yang mirror world within the scope of Yuntian Sect, his defeat, the breath of underworld, the nine-tailed eyes, the mysterious man...
Finally——
Yan Ji'an thought of Nan Fuguang.
I don’t know how she will feel when she sees him reappearing injured tomorrow.
……
Chixue Peak, Peach Blossom Ridge.
Something seemed to be split open in the dream, forcefully and domineeringly awakening Nan Fuguang from his dream of ups and downs.
She opened her eyes suddenly, and the dim silence in front of her told Nan Fuguang that it was still late at night. She turned over and sat up, jumped out of bed without hesitation, and ran out "thump thump thump".
She ran in a hurry, leaving her shoes on after getting off the bed. Her bare feet made a special solid sound on the bluestone tiles, mixed with the breath of running. Until she came outside, she saw leaning against the window of the cave, holding a candle and holding it straight. A man playing with candles.
The latter heard the sound and looked up.
Nan Fuguang and him looked at each other from a distance across a wooden table.
"Why don't you sleep and become a thief?"
Senior Sister Yuntianzong's eyes were bleary-eyed, she had not yet fully woken up from the state of shock, her brain was like mush... her voice was naturally full of sleepiness.
She was standing in the shadow under the window when she suddenly felt her eyes itching and raised her hand to rub her eyes.
The shadow of the moon floated here, and a beam of moonlight dimly shone in, illuminating the person under the window. Maybe there were many things going on today, and she looked a little thinner than when we first met.
Under the white nightgown, her white feet stepped on the cold green bricks of the cave. She felt a little cold afterward, and she raised one foot unconsciously, like a stupid red-crowned crane.
A long while.
The man said "Yes" generously, and Nan Fuguang was silent for a moment. Before she could open her mouth to reprimand him, she got sick and treated him casually. The next moment, her eyes blurred, and her whole body jumped into the air.
Half of her drowsiness was frightened away in an instant, and she let out a low cry. The hand of Senior Sister Yuntianzong who was rubbing her eyes unconsciously wrapped around the broad back of the person who suddenly picked her up.
She was thrown back on the bed and fell back into the soft quilt with a "plop".
Lying under the quilt, she blinked blankly.
"The ground is cold." The man's voice was flat beside the bed.
"..."
His heart "thumped" inexplicably in that low magnetic and indifferent sound, and Nan Fuguang silently grasped the feather quilt tightly under his body.
"You are so strong, are you a patient?"
"Maybe I'll die tomorrow after a flashback." The man said in his usual tone again, "Go to sleep."
Nan Fuguang: "..."
Pig Butcher: "Don't sleep?"
Nan Fuguang: "..."
The pig butcher sighed: "Shall I hang a rope around my neck and tie myself to your bedside?"
Nan Fuguang: "Okay."
Pig Butcher: "..."
Pig Butcher: "Go to sleep, you are already dreaming, aren't you?"
Between grabbing the pillow under him and throwing it on his face or sleeping, Nan Fuguang chose to grab the quilt, get in without unnecessary movement, and cover his face with the soft feather quilt.
I thought I couldn't sleep.
Who would have thought that as soon as I closed my eyes and heard the gentle ringing of the dreamcatcher's bell in the breeze, I fell asleep and actually fell asleep again.
This time, it was rare to have a dreamless night.
……
When God grants a moment of peace, it usually means that the old man has held back a big thing.
The next day, Nan Fuguang opened his eyes. Before he could figure out whether the staple food in the dining hall was porridge or steamed buns today, he received two latest messages——
First, Yan Ji'an was seriously injured again for unknown reasons.
Secondly, last night, a disciple of Yuanhai Sect in the early stage of foundation building, perhaps about to break through to the middle stage of foundation building, became possessed by a demon while meditating at night. Like a nightmare, he broke into the Yuanhai Sect's main hall in the middle of the night and talked nonsense, and then exploded. The body dies.
(End of chapter)
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