Louyue County. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the afternoon, the streets are always noisy, bustling with people, screaming and jumping like lit cannonballs.

The noise is muffled by the wind. The bleak autumn wind is a country of its own, wandering anywhere, swimming anywhere, blowing through the branches perched on by sparrows, taking away the fireworks of the red world, blowing through the ancient buildings and crossing the bridgeheads, pouring into the armpits of shivering beggars, and crawling over the heads of everyone's beautiful beds.

Finally, the high and low swept over the osmanthus tree, with a refreshing fragrance, to the most fascinating place in Louyue County - Mrs. Xiang's boudoir.

It poured in from the window door on the top floor of the Lonely Moon Building, dropped a few petals of osmanthus flowers, playfully caught a hide with the owner, turned around and flew away.

Since Yan left, this has become Li Xiangjun's boudoir.

The furnishings are more elegant, and the four sides are decorated with some femininity.

On the bed, Li Xiangjun sat quietly, in the midst of "thinking and contemplating", there was a phoenix mark on her eyebrows, as if she could hear the chirping of Qingluan. It's light, but it's very pleasant.

If Yan Li was here, she would find that her cultivation had advanced to the Sixth Rank Martial Artist in just one month. It can only be said that he is worthy of being a three-grade great celestial, with qualifications and understanding, which is not the same as that of ordinary cultivators.

Li Xiangjun cultivated the "Miao Emperor Law Color Sutra", which was obtained by Yan Li in the relics of a cultivation sect, and the Yanshan thieves can have today's influence, largely because of that ruins.

This method is just in line with the practice of a naturally charming person like her, in addition to entering the realm quickly, after cultivation, it can also greatly improve her personality charm.

Of course, the homonym of Miao Di taken from Miao Di, due to the lack of confirmation from his predecessors, is still in the middle of the vehicle, and it is not a peerless school.

However, Emperor Miao has the beauty of Emperor Miao, and now Li Xiangjun has musk in his mouth and breath, and his body odor is rich when he sweats, and he has the fragrance of dipterocarp, and he is gradually moving away from ordinary women.

It is conceivable that the higher the cultivation realm, the more supreme the realm can be reached, and it is not impossible to return to the source in the end, and it is not impossible to incarnate Qingluan.

The fragrance of osmanthus made Li Xiangjun wake up from his meditation.

She glanced at the bookcase by the window, startled.

When he left, the osmanthus had not yet bloomed, and it had only been more than a month, but it felt like three years had passed.

With a faint sigh, she got up and got out of bed, put on her coat and pushed the door down.

Yan Shiyi leaned against the window and looked down at the white clouds and dogs.

"Mr. Big. Li Xiangjun saluted slightly.

"Missing always teaches people crazy, but it's beautiful, you look like it, you should let him see it. Yan Shiyi said with a soft smile.

Li Xiangjun's face was slightly red, and she was seen through at a glance, which was too embarrassing.

Yan Shiyi shook his head and said softly, "But not yet." I have no objection to you holding on, and I would even like to see it happen, but not yet. ”

Li Xiangjun was a little gloomy, quickly collected his emotions, and said with a smile: "The establishment of the Yanshan Bandit must carry a lot, but I am curious, why is the dragon head him?"

Yan Shiyi turned his head to look out the window and said lightly: "That location is not beautiful. He is used to taking all the responsibility himself, whether it is Baifu or Yanziwu. ”

"Swallow Dock?"

Yan Shiyi said: "You know Yan Li's life experience, and I haven't talked to you about Yanziwu." ”

"Yes. Li Xiangjun nodded.

Yan Shiyi said in a nonchalant tone: "That is where we were born, we were slaughtered eleven years ago, and he always thought that it was his responsibility to carry the life debt of the whole village. ”

Although he said it casually, he could imagine how tragic their experience was back then, and how difficult the situation of a few half-grown children was in the core of the battlefield.

"Who the hell is so cruel?" Li Xiangjun said angrily.

"According to the evidence left back then, it is Xiliang people. "Yan Shiyi said.

"That's why you killed Lu Qizhong?" Li Xiangjun said.

Yan Shiyi shook his head and said, "But all kinds of signs prove that Xiliang has nothing to do with this matter. ”

"So, how did you survive back then?"

Hearing this question, Yan Shiyi lost his mind slightly, "Back then, we fled, just fled, kept fleeing, because the pursuers were always behind, and finally there was no way to escape, that was the first time, and the burden he showed in front of us, except for the blood and hatred, was a curse." ”

"Cursed?"

Li Xiangjun was smart and quickly thought of Yan Li's illness.

"You've seen it too. Yan Shiyi said lightly, "Whenever he is restless, the curse will take the opportunity to enter, but that time he took the initiative to trigger the curse." ”

"Then, what will happen then?" Li Xiangjun couldn't help but feel sad secretly, why did God want him to suffer so much, so much pain.

"You will get great power, and you will be one step closer to the demon. Yan Shiyi said lightly.

"Yes, can it be recovered?"

Yan Shiyi said: "Unless there is a power that can surpass the curse, there is no here." ”

"What will happen if it is completely eroded?" Li Xiangjun's voice trembled.

Yan Shiyi shook his head and did not speak.

Li Xiangjun gritted his teeth tightly: "Later, how did you ......?"

Yan Shiyi said: "Later,"

He paused here and smiled softly: "Okay, that's all for the revisit of the past, his pain should not become your memory." ”

Reminiscing about the past, if there is only pain, it will make people want to lose their memory, but the pain they carry lies in not forgetting, not daring to forget, and not forgetting.

In the eyes of others, carrying a curse deserves mercy. But Yu Yanli is a rare gospel in his unblessed fate.

At least for sure, if it weren't for the power of the curse, he would have died in the Swallow Dock Massacre, and maybe earlier, there would not be today's Yanlong Slaughter.

Boom!

Yugong's eyes were full of confusion, and the sharp pain on his face was like the magic fire of Shura scorching his soul, shame and fear coexisted.

He grabbed the ground with his head and smashed a deep pit on the ground, and the spiritual realm of a martial artist could not reduce the physical pain for him, and all the neck and above were in a stiff state.

This scene stunned people other than them in place.

Finally, he couldn't hide it, and the black qi on Yan Liyintang suddenly swelled, like a battle suit from the dark land, hunting behind him.

The stench of resentment is also so thick that people can't breathe.

Countless sneers and vicious curses lingered around Yan Li's body.

His dark, bright eyes lost their deep and distant artistic conception, and for the first time a frenzied and bloodthirsty red light appeared.

The spell seal at the seal hall was originally a parallel of seven black lines, but suddenly each of them was transformed: one became a dragon body, one became a dragon head, one became a dragon's eye, one became a dragon's claw, one became a dragon scale, one became a dragon's whiskers, and one became a dragon's horn; the small seal hall became a world of its own, seven spell seals transformed into a dragon, and the last one was deeply inserted into the dragon's mouth, like a vertical eye in the center of the eyebrows, and like a divine sword that opened the sky; the dragon's mouth was angry, making a momentum to the sky, I don't know whether it was a dragon swallowing a divine sword or a divine sword slaying a dragon.

The last spell was still shallow, but it was rapidly deepening as the grudge spread. No one knows what this dark sigil represents, or what happens when the sigil is complete.

Under the impact of the power of resentment, Yugong couldn't help but feel excited, and pulled out of the painful realm, only to find that Yan Li's appearance was different.

"You, you monster!" he thought he was a cat, but he didn't expect it to be a mouse.

It seems that he has some misunderstanding.

Yan Li naturally doesn't explain, and he doesn't have this time. The curse deepens all the time, several times faster than when the mind is restless. Just like what he felt in the peach grove some time ago, once the eight mantra seals are complete, his consciousness will be deprived, and his soul will no longer belong to him, which is all he can pay to deal with it.

He never questioned the deal.

Yu Gong sobered up a little and quickly hid away, without saying a word. Only blood can wash away shame, I'm a martial artist, he thought.

With a twist of the wrist, the short knife turned into a dagger, and the dagger was a treasure weapon, a treasure belonging to the killer ghost, and the treasure of the killer ghost was called the ghost, and there was another name called the death claw, the death claw.

Without the kinetic energy of earth-shattering ghosts and gods, killers kill people with just one move.

A move to divide life and death, with the belief that "either you die or I die", with a desperate decision, Yu Gong's figure turned into an elongated ghostly light, as if a crack suddenly appeared in the void, every inch of distance, like a demon who had been imprisoned for tens of thousands of years, trying to escape from prison and destroy the lives of people.

It is like the heavenly demon who is the best at figuring out people's hearts, walking on the hidden path paved by the crevices of the soul, emitting the magic sounds of "happiness", "happiness", "depravity", and "destruction" all the way, and then hooking the souls of innocent people, leading them to the cliff of death and suffering endless suffering.

However, Yan Li just raised his hand slightly, stretched out, and the spread of the void rift stopped, as if it were a sculpture without moving.

Then with a slight grip, the fissure-like ghost light shattered like crystal, and Yu Gong never appeared again, and the deathclaw ghost that once made people frightened by his name alone could only see some clues from the powder sprinkled in the woodland, as if it were his ashes, and after the vicissitudes of life, he might be able to settle in the ground.

Fear was like a vine, growing wildly, and in an instant, it entangled all the cells in Wang Yuanqing's body.

Every piece of flesh was sending out a sign of fear, urging him to flee, but his legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move.

"Yan Li, you, listen to me......" he trembled his lips, "I'm not, I didn't mean to target you, it was you who killed Zhang Zhixiong, so there was no room for relaxation...... You know he's my cousin, and my aunt argues with me every day...... I can't help it...... I really can't ...... it."

"I beg you, I beg you to spare my life...... I don't want to die, I still have a lot of things to do, I ......"

His words were no longer spoken, Yan Li just turned to look at him, as if an invisible hand grabbed his neck and lifted him high.

At this time, the eighth spell seal was completely condensed.

Wang Yuanqing kept kicking his legs and struggling in the air, and put his hand into his arms, as if there was a life-saving straw there.

But he had no strength, the brocade box fell to the ground and was picked up by Tang Sanghua, he finally despaired, but it was too late to repent.

Tang Sanghua didn't dare to relax at all, holding the brocade box tightly and retreating step by step.

Yan Li said softly: "I haven't lost control yet, protect the Fa for me." ”

"We are the same kind of people," Tang Sanghua said coldly, "I know very well what you think in your heart, I won't give you a chance, and please don't let me hate you, I swear, you can't afford that price!"

Yan Li stared at her deadly, his eyes became more and more red, and he suddenly forcibly suppressed it, because at this time, the curse mark began to spread all over his body, and he had no time.

Sit down on the spot, forcibly enter the state of "contemplation and visualization", run the embodiment of the sword heart, curse the possession state, and absorb the vitality, which is as terrifying as a whale swallowing water.

Breaking the realm is the final salvation, which is the only thing that can be celebrated.

Qi runs through the whole body, and the meridians are connected.

Whether it is fortunate or unfortunate is difficult to determine.

It's just that the path of fate that is not blessed will continue to move forward.