Chapter 168 167. Realizing the real devil, a combination of circumstances (8.3K words - please subscribe for the big chapter)
Hanyan Town.
Year after year.
The neighbors around Song Yan's butcher shop changed again and again. His reputation as a timely rain was quite resounding. In addition, he was called the adoptive father by "Princess Chiyan", which attracted good and evil, Jianghu rangers, and court officials to visit him from time to time. Run this way.
And every year, no matter how busy she was, Princess Chiyan would always find time to spend a few days with him.
During this period, Princess Chiyan also tried to find a companion for her adoptive father, but failed; she also tried to arrange some beautiful maids for her adoptive father, but still failed.
However, the princess really listened to her adoptive father's words. She no longer worshiped fire or arranged fire training for her subordinates
When the fire stopped, she felt weak, uncomfortable, and unwell.
But it recovered after a few months.
As soon as she recovered, she felt that her anger and irritability were fading away.
A sense of weakness and fear arose.
So, Princess Chiyan wrapped herself in a face-covering cloak, transformed into Tie Niu and came to Hanyan Town.
Several children in the town were squatting miserably in a cramped corner. The weather this year was abnormal, and a large number of cattle and sheep contracted a strange "fever disease" and many died, so the rations for these children were naturally reduced.
Princess Chiyan looked at those children, and for some reason she felt a trace of compassion in her heart. She stepped forward and patiently asked about the conditions of these children and the lives of ordinary people, and then took out a few pieces of candy from her pocket and gave them to the children.
The children took the candy and went happily.
Princess Chiyan stood up, sighed, turned her head, and saw her foster father in front of the butcher shop not far away.
Rice is still noodles.
Lots of shredded meat.
But the shredded pork that Tie Niu and Tie Niu fought over to eat in the past is just the most common dish for Princess Chiyan today.
After the meal, Princess Chiyan skillfully boiled water, sat down on a small stool, and washed her adoptive father's feet.
While washing, she looked up and saw a few strands of gray in the man's black hair on his temples.
Princess Chiyan lowered her head and said softly: "I have known my adoptive father for fifteen years."
Song Yandao: "You have shown filial piety every year. Today, I even see kindness."
Princess Chiyan held water with both hands, splashed it on Song Yan's calf, and wiped it carefully. At the same time, she sighed: "Before Xiao Yizhi died, I dreamed every day. In my dream, either he killed me or I killed him. Now that he is dead, I no longer have any dreams.”
After that, she added: "My adoptive father is right. There is indeed something wrong with the fire. Since I don't use it, I feel that my xinxing has become normal."
Song Yan said: "Do you want to do something?"
Princess Chiyan nodded and said: "King Xixiang is the prince of the western part of the Shiyuan Kingdom. He is called a prince, but he is actually a king. This is because the Shiyuan Kingdom has long existed in name only, and the emperor is in name only. If I want to do it, I will definitely do it. .”
Song Yan said: "How is your relationship with Tieniu?"
Princess Chiyan said: "He is too upright, both in hatred and in love. He is easily deceived by traitors. However, I have a confidant by his side and have always protected him."
When Song Yan heard this, he didn't know what to say for a long time. He only said one sentence for a long time: "If you are tired, marry yourself out early, or come to Hanyan to stay."
Princess Chiyan smiled bitterly and shook her head, saying: "It's just a marriage. If I leave, something will happen to Xiaocheng, and the power of King Xixiang will definitely fall by the wayside.
As for coming to the mayor of Hanyan Town to accompany my adoptive father, it is indeed my wish, but in the Jianghu court, how can a Princess Chiyan be free to do whatever she wants?
Now that you have entered this situation and are in this situation, you can only escape by dying. ”
Song Yan suddenly became quiet.
He actually saw his own shadow in Princess Chiyan.
The same dilemma, and the same good thoughts, but these good thoughts had to turn into evil thoughts because they couldn't help themselves.
Is this the case with the princess?
Isn't he the same?
In the silent cabin, only the sound of rushing water was left.
After a long time, Song Yan raised his hand and gently rubbed Princess Chiyan's hair and said, "Good boy."
Princess Chiyan said: "The water is cold, I will wipe my adoptive father's feet."
Song Yan said: "If you can't survive, come to me, remember."
Princess Chiyan heard pure love from these words. It was the love of the elders for the younger ones. It was very real and not mixed with anything else.
Although his adoptive father was a mere mortal and had nothing but the strength gained from killing pigs and his hands as a banker, let alone power, this feeling made Princess Chi Yan feel warm in her heart.
She smiled and said: "Definitely!"
Several years passed in the blink of an eye.
Song Yanan lived peacefully and leisurely in this small town.
His heart also settled down over time.
He made a wicker chair by himself, and would lie down on it on sunny days, swaying, listening to the creaking and rustling of leaves in the wind, and smelling the fragrance of flowers that change from season to season, and spend his time peacefully.
Trees have been planted around Hanyan Butcher Shop, including many apricot trees, peach trees, and willow trees.
For the beautiful scenery in spring, the single color is the top priority when designing the landscape, and then "the monarch and his ministers complement each other". But the surroundings of the butcher shop are bright red and green, and are vulgar. It is not a scholar's style, but it has the atmosphere of the common people.
There were often urchins playing under the tree, calling "uncle" around his wicker chair, and gradually someone started calling "grandpa".
Many people who received his favor in the past years have returned. They may not be on the same road, but they will always come around when they pass through Hanyan Town. Some gave him gold and silver, fine wine, delicious food, elixirs, and so on.
What's even more outrageous is that there are people who have become killers and come to him specifically to ask, "If you want to kill someone, you can kill him for free." Others come and say that he has high prestige in the surrounding area and is the father of Chiyan Countyism. , why not secretly form a force, and there will be a hundred responses.
Another ordinary morning.
Song Yan slaughtered the pigs with the help of two hired boys and started selling the meat as usual.
From afar, an old man ran up and said with a smile: "Boss Li, two kilograms of ribs!"
Song Yan recognized the old man and said with a smile: "Are you rich today?"
The old man said happily: "My son is freed from slavery! It was the order from King Xixiang! In addition to this, there are many more. Even the rent of the spiritual field has been clearly marked and announced!"
Song Yan smiled and said: "That is indeed good news."
The slave status under King Xixiang was different from other places. The slaves here were like livestock and could even be slaughtered for sacrifice. In the past, when there were not so many slaves, the powerful would stir up troubles, let some people take the trouble, and then turn them into slaves.
As for the leasing of spiritual fields, it has always been shady in the past because it was not transparent. In the past, it was okay for people to graze cattle and sheep, but in recent years, livestock fever has become more and more serious, and treatment requires a lot of money, so converting to spiritual fields has become a better option.
Most of the fields here are sand fields, which are not suitable for planting at all, but Lingtian is an exception.
However, most of the spiritual fields are in the hands of the powerful and the government. The rent is one price per field, and each person negotiates it. There is no money to borrow, and the interest rate is extremely high. Now that the price and interest can be regulated, it is a great joy. No wonder the old man is happy. This is because he sees hope of living and getting better.
"Witch! Scarlet Flame Witch! How does she want us to survive?! How can she put a price on the spiritual field? Why does she?"
"Yes, brother, we helped her to become the leader, but what about now? Her wings have become stiff and she looks down on us at all. This is not the abolition of slavery. This is a slap in your face."
"Brother!"
"Brother!"
In a luxurious house, a group of dignitaries surrounded a general, talking to each other.
That general was mighty and majestic, and he was none other than Ding Guangzan, the general who had "the power of following the dragon" against King Xixiang. He is also the current general of Xixiang Kingdom.
Ding Guangzan listened to the nagging of the old brothers and frowned: "Mark a price? It won't make you unable to survive, right? Isn't it just a small concubine for one room?"
The person next to me cried: "It's not just a price, but there are many supporting means. This is trying to kill us."
"Brother, she doesn't allow us to sacrifice humans, but we are used to it all the time. Are our ancestors still waiting for slaves underground? Now there is no one to sacrifice, and our ancestors have no one to accompany them. Isn't this unfilial! ”
"Yes, brother!"
Ding Guangzan felt irritated and said: "Stop arguing! Princess Chiyan is quite talented and generous. She has talked to me about her reform. Let me tell you, which family has no money or food? As for the old man, Ancestors will be replaced by paper figures from now on.”
The air became quiet for a moment.
Some people retreated silently, making eye contact with each other.
When they got to a quiet place, a person said coldly: "General Ding was bewitched by the witch."
Another person said: "What to do now?"
Another person said: "You don't know yet, right? That witch has abandoned the Holy Fire Cult."
"So what if she betrays her? Now she has the power and the military power."
"Hey Bing Quan? If there's a real fight, what's the use of having more soldiers? If you encounter a fierce one, they'll collapse at the first touch, no matter how many there are, it's useless." A man with a sinister look waved his hand.
Several people gathered around.
The man said: "I found the envoy of the Holy Fire Cult outside. The Red Flame Witch has abandoned her. We can join."
Several people's eyes rolled, and the atmosphere became a little frozen, until one person twirled his beard and said with a smile: "Wonderful!"
Everyone laughed and praised him.
Although the holy fire is a bit scary, but for your own benefit, what if it is a bit scary?
A few years later.
In his sleep, a piece of wet cloth suddenly fell on General Ding Guangzan's face.
Ding Guangzan screamed "wuwu", but he felt that there were many people pressing on him, making it impossible for him to breathe.
Slowly, he stopped struggling, and before he died, he heard a familiar voice.
"Brother, don't blame us. If not, blame you for being bewitched by the witch."
For the country where King Xixiang lives, the death of the general is big news. Many authors have gone to check and it has been confirmed that the general died of natural causes in his dream, presumably due to old illnesses from battles.
The king of the country supported the coffin, and the princess walked with him, and they were taken to a feng shui treasured place in the suburbs for a grand burial
But just after the coffin was buried, Princess Chiyan noticed something was wrong. She turned around and saw black shadows protruding from the mountains and fields. They were masked men in black robes.
Even though those people were masked, their eyes were ferocious, and their whole bodies exuded a heart-stopping aura.
Princess Chiyan has many guards, and she gives orders calmly.
However, the defeat was like a mountain falling.
Hanyan Town once again welcomed a fast horse.
The knights beat gongs and drums and shouted: "The witch is arrested and will be executed in seven days! The magic of Lingtian goes against heaven and is abolished from now on!"
"The witch is arrested and will be executed in seven days! The magic of Lingtian goes against heaven and will be abolished from now on!"
In the town, the people were stunned. A young man with a strong spirit rushed out and roared: "The Lingtian method is not a magic method!!"
Officers and soldiers immediately stepped forward to suppress it.
But then, more people rushed to the streets.
The Tao is one foot high, and the devil is one foot high.
When many people appeared on the streets, more soldiers also appeared in the distance.
The iron armor is dazzling and cold in the sun, which is frightening!
The leading general was the general who had been stationed here to protect Chiyan County’s communist father all these years. The general roared angrily: “Don’t cause trouble, don’t cause trouble!!”
He brandished the knife and the crowd dispersed in fear.
The general led the team all the way to the Hanyan Butcher Shop. Looking at the old man who was still chopping bones with a knife in front of the shop, he stopped, saluted, and said: "Mr. Li's name is a butcher, but he is an open-minded person." People care about people, you should know what Ben will do now, right?”
Song Yan put down the knife and said calmly: "I know."
The general said: "It's good that you know. We have known each other for these years. I personally admire you very much. In this case, let's all be decent."
Song Yan said lightly: "What do you want to do?"
The general said: "There is an order from above to escort him to Qingyang City and kill him together with the witch after seven days."
Song Yan said: "Seven days? That's quite a rush."
"That's right, we have to leave now." The general waved his hand helplessly.
The soldier behind him brought a jug of wine.
The general said: "I will give you a strong start."
Song Yan waved his hand.
The general did not force himself.
The soldier brought the wine back, and someone came up with shackles and looked at the general.
The general sighed and waved his hand.
The shackles were quickly locked on Song Yan's wrists.
Song Yan also walked into the prison car.
He leaned on the railing of the prison car and looked up at the floating clouds, seeming to be thinking about something.
On both sides of the road, people cried and cursed, and good and evil thoughts intertwined, covering him in unpredictable ways.
Princess Chiyan got evil because of her good deeds. Does this mean that good deeds are rewarded with evil deeds?
He has done so many good deeds and received many good rewards, but he also received evil rewards. What does this mean?
Does this general have a choice? If he does not lock himself, he will die. So is he aiding the tyrants and full of evil thoughts?
Which one is good? Which one is evil?
If you intend to do good but do evil, is that not evil? Doing evil unintentionally is also evil, and it is naturally evil. Intentional or unintentional, it has nothing to do with good or evil, it is all out of one's control. But if you can't help yourself, how can you excuse good and evil?
Good will be rewarded with good and evil, evil will be rewarded with evil and good will be rewarded. It is a big joke to use good causes to get good fruits.
Actually.
Good and pure.
Evil is pure.
The heart moves with thoughts, and the environment arises from the heart.
When good thoughts arise, he is a Buddha; when evil thoughts arise, he becomes a demon.
But if you look at my left face and right face, one is good and the other is evil, then am I a Buddha or a demon?
The seven emotions and six desires are always with you, good and evil are always moved by the heart.
None.
It’s just my true self.
Chiyan County took the initiative to have good thoughts, but encountered evil thoughts. The general had good thoughts and then bad thoughts. The good thoughts did not lead to evil thoughts, and the good thoughts did not turn into evil thoughts. Everything is due to the changes of the world and the unpredictability of human beings. That's all.
"Idiot."
The old man in the prison car suddenly uttered a word, and then murmured, "I asked you not to worship the fire, but why didn't you even let your subordinates do it? I asked you to do more good deeds, but they didn't ask you not to do evil? You should be used. If you don’t use your strength, you will give it to the enemy and your hands will be tied up. Otherwise, why would you end up like this?”
"Really. Really hum hum, jie jie jie, hahahahaha!!!"
"What a stupid mess!"
Song Yanchang breathed a sigh of relief, casually tore off the shackles on his hands, tore open the cage, his hair turned black, and his old face returned to that of a teenager. Then, in the shocked and horrified eyes of the soldiers and people around him, he turned his attention to the general and said lightly. : "Xiao Mingrong has my support. If the general wants to change his flag, it's better to wait."
He raised his hands behind his back, and like a rainbow of light, it shot out into the distance.
Obviously, there are monks and communication stones in Xixiang Kingdom.
When Song Yan arrived in front of Qingyang City, elite soldiers had already gathered outside the city. At the front were some men in black robes exuding powerful auras. There were actually monks standing high in the sky, with a slight glow of fire around them. The dignitaries in the rear looked up at the man who came alone to the horizon, whispering to each other, as if they were making final discussions about who should talk to the monk.
They really didn't expect that Butcher, who had been staying in Hanyan Town for decades, was actually a monk.
But so what?
Even a monk can't resist the many troops, fire worshipers, and Holy Fire Cult envoys on his side.
Song Yan glanced at the dark crowd and raised a finger casually without saying anything.
Finger press.
Heaven and earth pressed.
Thousands of soldiers, fire-worshiping apostles, messengers of the Holy Fire Cult, and the dignitaries who were the founders were all crushed like ants in an instant.
die! ! !
More than a month later.
There was a bloody storm in the Xixiang Kingdom, and a group of dignitaries were uprooted. With the Lingtian Law, there was no obstacle to the abolition of slavery.
All because of the mysterious monk.
With the help of the monk, Princess Chiyan transformed from a death row prisoner into a true uncrowned king. Her power was no longer constrained, and a single word could determine life or death.
However, Princess Chi Yan, who looked like a queen, was in a daze.
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She is already thirty-nine years old this year, but she is still a stunningly beautiful woman despite taking good care of herself.
But this beautiful woman stared blankly at the young man in front of her, and shouted for a long time: "Father."
In fact, she had shouted many times, but she couldn't help but stay still for a moment every time. Thinking that she had washed his feet many times and lived alone in the same room, she felt extremely complicated.
Song Yan said: "This is not my original appearance."
Princess Chiyan was stunned again, and then whispered: "What did the foster father look like?"
Song Yandao: "If you see it and know it, you will be affected by the great cause and effect. From now on, I am afraid that the Xixiang Kingdom will suddenly suffer a disaster."
Princess Chiyan was silent for a moment and said: "My daughter knows, and she doesn't ask."
Song Yandao: "I came here to understand the Tao, and now I have understood it. You are asking for restoration of the country and reform, and you are also asking for something. Everyone is happy. It is time for you and me to end our relationship."
Princess Chiyan bit her lip. She wanted to say "I am willing to follow my adoptive father" from the bottom of her heart. However, she still needed to promote the reform in Xixiang Kingdom. The old dignitaries were dead and the future was completely under her control. If she leaves, Xixiang Kingdom will inevitably fall into greater war. She can't leave.
"Father!"
Princess Chiyan suddenly threw herself into the young man's arms, her cheek pressed tightly against the young man's chest, her eyes closed, and two lines of tears fell naturally.
Song Yan stroked her hair gently, just like he stroked the girl who fell in the rain and held her head while protecting her brother.
"I can't bear to leave you!"
Princess Chiyan cried.
Although she was crying, her words were not to persuade her.
She knew that her adoptive father would definitely leave, just as she would never leave.
She just couldn't help herself.
"Is there such a thing as a banquet that lasts forever? It's just morning and evening. It's just the right time to say goodbye. Stupid girl, don't cry."
Song Yan hugged her lovingly.
Princess Chiyan let go of her hand, raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and took a deep breath. In the next moment, her face was stern, and she regained the majesty of a superior.
She took two steps back and said, "Congratulations to my adoptive father."
The next moment, the young man in front of her turned into a rainbow and disappeared away.
Princess Chiyan stood with her eyes closed for a long time, then turned around and walked out of the courtyard covered by arrays and mysterious jade.
Outside the courtyard, a row of dead soldiers were standing, each of them with fire burning on their bodies, and their expressions were quite ferocious.
"Princess!"
"Princess!"
The dead man bowed his head.
Princess Chiyan waved her hand and said coldly: "Search for the remnants of the counter-revolutionary movement. Once found, kill them without mercy! From now on, I will be the saint of the Fire Worship Cult. The remaining people who falsely talk about worshiping the Fire Worshiper will die!"
"Yes!"
The dead soldiers dispersed everywhere.
The light of the morning sun has just fallen on this city that has experienced a bloodbath. However, if the old does not go away and the new does not come, Qingyang City will usher in a better future.
More than a month later.
A place filled with profound energy from the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.
The three geniuses who were selected, and even a young man from the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, all looked disappointed.
"No! It really can't!"
"I can't learn it. It's impossible to learn this spell! It's been thirty years and there's been no progress!"
"The younger brothers and sisters who were not as good as before have already broken through the Jianggong realm, and those who are faster are almost reaching the middle stage of the Jianggong realm. I have wasted decades of time!"
Tang Xiaoping frowned and looked at the four geniuses in the distance.
Over the years, he has used all kinds of means, massive resources, and words and deeds, but he has been unable to make these four people learn the spell.
No!
It cannot be said that there is no progress.
It can only be said that the progress is extremely slow. It took these four geniuses thirty years to learn only the starting moves of "Xuanshan Triple Stack", and the "Triple Stack" can also complete one stack.
At this rate, it will actually take another thirty years to learn it.
But what's the point?
Before the spell is fully practiced, the person is about to die and his life span is about to end.
This is a waste of time.
Distant
Tang Xiaokong said: "Fourth, your method, which is incompatible with heaven and earth, is still a clever and obscene technique after all."
Tang Xiaoping sighed and said: "Third brother, it's not that you have any extraordinary skills, it's just that you don't have enough understanding."
Tang Xiaokong smiled and said: "Then the ancient monks had very strong understanding? This is just a method that an old monk like you came up with when he had nothing to do. Although it is powerful, it is just that. It takes a lot of time, and it still doesn't work. It’s not as good as the bloodline spell of a certain palace in Jiang Palace.”
Tang Xiaoping suddenly said: "Where is Han'er?"
Tang Xiaokong said: "Han'er is just imitating."
Tang Xiaoping said: "Do you really think it's imitation?"
Tang Xiaokong was silent for a long time and said: "I can only say that the imitation is more real than the real thing."
Tang Xiaoping said: "He is not imitating, he has already mastered it. Some people can realize it with a stick of incense, and some people can't understand it in thirty years. The difference in understanding given by heaven is so huge! It is really as big as the difference between clouds and mud!"
The old man looked up to the sky and sighed, full of emotions.
"Xuanshan Threefold", "Shengen Lianshan Method", "Three Steps Knocking to the Sky", these methods that are incompatible in heaven and earth, Xiaohan can practice them, and ancient monks can also practice them, but today's geniuses cannot practice them. What's the reason? !
Thinking of this, Tang Xiaoping suddenly asked: "What is Xiaohan doing recently? Is he practicing in Gushe Mountain?"
He didn't really want to know Song Yan's whereabouts, he was just curious about what a genius like that would do on a daily basis.
Tang Xiaokong said with a strange look on his face: "He is a butcher in a small country in the world."
Tang Xiaoping was stunned for a long time, and then he was about to explode like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He almost roared: "What a waste of natural resources! What a waste of natural resources!! Third brother, you don't care about this? Such a powerful genius, how could he..."< br>
Before the old man could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Tang Xiaokong.
"Fourth, do you think that being a butcher in a small mortal country is a bit like a certain step in our breakthrough process?"
Tang Xiaoping was stunned, then waved his hands and said: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Him"
Tang Xiaokong said: "Ancestor Ning Xin told us not to ask him anything. This already explains a lot."
Tang Xiaoping said: "I am reborn as my ancestor!
Feng Chengzi, or Old Man Kuzhu?
It can't be Aunt Hanxing, right? ”
Tang Xiaokong said: "If this is the case, he can tell me or anyone else."
Tang Xiaoping said: "No matter Feng Chengzi, Old Man Kuzhu, or Han Xing, they have all disappeared, and we cannot understand their experiences. But it is not that you don't know about the situation of Soul Threshold, it is only what we encountered. If in It’s not surprising that the more terrifying realm has lost its memory.”
Tang Xiaokong said: "If he is real, then. If he is so senior, who should he find as his Taoist companion at the next gathering?"
The two looked at each other, and suddenly Tang Xiaokong seemed to feel something, and said quietly: "He returned to Gushe Mountain and sat in Xuanxin. In addition, he also reminded me that the danger of the sacrificial fire is getting bigger and bigger. The scope is getting wider and wider.”
Tang Xiaoping:
A moment.
Thought transmission.
Now Tang Xiaoxuan, the leader of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, once again obtained information about Song Yan.
Tang Xiaokong said: "Chief, do you want to go to the Snow Country to see it?"
Tang Xiaoxuan said calmly: "Isn't it just a sacrifice of the Demon Infant? The Demon Infant of the Sea of Bitterness is something I would never encounter if I wanted to. I'm just waiting for it to be born in order to sacrifice and refine the evil weapon."
As the leader of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, how could he not know what was going on?
When every disaster expands, it must be accompanied by the acquiescence of a big shot.
Tang Xiaoxuan already knew this.
That's why the last time Song Yan conveyed a message, he was indifferent.
Now, he is also indifferent.
However, when he heard that Song Yan was already sitting in Xuanxin of Gushe Mountain and might be the ancestor of the clan, he still had some new ideas.
He can ignore the reminder of a genius, but he cannot ignore the reminder of a "possible ancestor".
Thinking of this, he closed his eyes again and passed the message to the other side.
Ancestor Ning Xin, Tang Ning Xin.
Dressed in green clothes, her face is as calm as a goddess, and her temperament is like an ancient pond that has been sealed for hundreds of years. Even if the world is like the wind, it cannot blow a single wave in her heart.
At this time, she was sitting cross-legged in the Tianchi of the Ancestral Vein, holding water with her palms. Her eyes were facing the Yin-Yang Dragon in the pool, as if she was discerning the "oracle" from her distant ancestors.
Water and sky meet, people and water meet. She seems to be completely included in this world, and this world also seems to be still because of her temperament.
She is the only ancestor of the Divine Infant besides the clan leader among the seniors of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan who are currently in charge.
Because of her tacit understanding with the Yin Yang Black Dragon, even if all the ancestors of the Divine Infants have left, she will still sit in the clan.
After listening to what Tang Xiaoxuan said about "Snow Country sacrificing the devil baby" and "conjectures about the little guy", Tang Ningxin responded: "He has the aura of Feng Chengzi."
Tang Xiaoxuan thought: "That's right, the ancestor of Fengcheng is the best at soul arts. He has the best chance of escaping from death, seizing the body and returning. It is normal for his memory to be lost. I think he has many adventures, So it’s a blessing in disguise. After seizing the body, my understanding and talent have improved even more.”
Neither of them mentioned the "Phaseless Mask" thing.
"Phaseless masks" are extremely special existences. There are only a few phaseless masks that can leave the thoughts of the divine infant, and the one from Feng Chengzi's lineage is naturally one of them.
In their opinion, Feng Chengzi most likely tampered with the Wuxiang Mask of his own lineage, and then at the critical moment of life and death, he somehow used the bloodline and soul connection to escape back to the Wuxiang Mask, thus killing his descendants.
This thing is really unkind.
Tang Ning thought to herself, "It doesn't matter whether he is Feng Chengzi or not. I have already made a divination. His existence is a good thing for my Wuxiang Clan."
Tang Xiao preached: "If you bite back, test the Snow Country Demon Infant for me."
Tang Ning thought to herself: "This hexagram is not a small one, so we need to wait. What's more, in recent days, the soul threshold of Ice Mirror Wasteland seems to be opening again. I need to make some calculations about suitable treasure pickers first, and then prepare in advance. Don’t miss this opportunity to pick up the evil treasure again.”
Tang Xiao preached: "Once you figure it out, I will immediately send people to capture all the suitable treasure pickers."
After saying that, he suddenly paused again and said: "I had no idea before, but now I suddenly feel that there is any connection between sacrificing the demon baby and the soul threshold of the Ice Mirror Wasteland?"
Tang Ning thought to herself, "Don't be impatient. We'll talk about it later after I tell you."
Tang Xiaoxuan changed the subject and said: "If that boy is really the ancestor of Fengcheng, how will his fellow Taoists arrange the next gathering?"
Tang Ning thought to herself: "An old man matches an old man. He is Feng Chengzi, and I will be his Taoist companion."
After saying that, the goddess in green sighed softly: "Old friends have withered away. It is rare to see an old friend who can come back alive. Even if we didn't meet him in the previous life, let me guard him and watch over him in this life. Just as I guard my Wuxiang Ancient Clan. ”
Tang Xiaoxuan was silent for a moment and said: "It doesn't matter, it depends on his level. If he is really the ancestor of Fengcheng and has a great opportunity, he will have to have an explanation when he sits on Xuanxin.
The ancestor of Fengcheng is the best at soul blasting. If he is, he will definitely do something this time. In this way, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner hidden in our clan can be returned to its original owner. ”
Gushe Mountain, Xuanxin.
Although this mysterious heart is not the evil mysterious heart, Song Yan is no longer just a ghost mysterious root.
The Earth Mysterious Root is enough to complete a breakthrough in the Purple Mansion Realm here.
Still, he needed something.
The rules of the Wuxiang ancient clan are that if you want to take something from the clan, you must either provide contribution points or barter.
Where can Song Yan find anything?
However, there are many happy princesses.
After knowing that the items Song Yan needed were all "white hole crystal jade" including the five elements, evil spirits, souls, and cause and effect, she had a strange look on her face, but she still did it.
These things are extremely precious, but the heritage of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan is reflected here.
It doesn't exist anywhere else, but the Wuxiang Ancient Clan has it.
After arranging this matter, Song Yan called Wang Susu, An Li, and Yu Xuanwei.
Then, in front of An Li, he raised his hand to draw the Blood Slave Talisman, engraved it on Wang Susu's eyebrows, and then engraved it on Yu Xuanwei's eyebrows.
Both Wang Susu and Yu Xuanwei are already in the state of pseudo-mansion.
But these two people were completely unable to counterattack Song Yan, the late Jianggong.
"This is the ancient blood slave talisman. My essence and blood can nourish the body and soul and increase the speed of cultivation. But life and death are completely determined by my thoughts. They will know many of my secrets, so I must use this talisman to control them."
After saying that, Song Yan lowered his eyes slightly and said softly: "Anli, the person you know is no longer here."
Enri smiled faintly and said warmly: "The person that senior brother knew is no longer here."
She stepped forward, raised her pretty face, and said: "Since this ancient blood slave talisman is so good, I want it too."
Song Yan was stunned for a moment, closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, and finally slowly raised his finger and touched the center of Anli's eyebrows, touching the once fragile love.
(End of chapter)