"Ahh

Zhao Xin's heart pounded, his hands fiddled for a while, and he sat upright, looking for his eyes, and saw that the person who came was a familiar face, a prisoner.

Zhao Xin breathed a sigh of relief, but regretted again.

I thought it was the arrival of the young lady of the Qingping family, but I didn't expect it to be this prisoner.

The convict approached the bedside, paused slightly, and smiled at Qingping: "I haven't seen the young girl for a long time, it's good lately, I am on the order of the elder, please Zhao Xin come over." ”

Qingping's eyelids lifted slightly, waved her sleeves, and said lightly: "Then please go." ”

For a while, she seemed to be a different person, her demeanor was dignified and steady, her face was beautiful and refined, with a touch of coldness, which made people dare not get close.

At this time, her pink face approached Zhao Xin's ear and said, "Zhao Xin, I'll say goodbye first, remember to drink that decoction." ”

At this moment, she was like that lively elf.

When the words fell, the beautiful woman took a lotus step and said goodbye.

There were only two people left in the house, and after a while, the convict said enthusiastically: "Zhao Xin, are you okay?" I heard the news that you were assassinated, but I frightened my senior brother." ”

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine. ”

Zhao Xin responded with a smile, and couldn't help but ask, "Who are that Qingping and her young lady just now?"

He was very puzzled in his heart, as an inner disciple, the attitude of the prisoner to a maid was a little respectful, and it was hard to imagine what the identity of Qingping's master and servant was.

What is the big reason for this magic soldier Xiaozhu!

The convict pondered for a while, leaned over, and said cautiously: "Although Qingping is a maid, in fact, her talent and cultivation are indeed comparable to those of the inner disciples, and even no less than some true inheritances. ”

Zhao Xin nodded, how noble would his master, the woman in white who saved him?

The torture student paused, took a deep breath, and then said: "Qingping's master is the master of the Divine Soldier Xiaozhu, and his identity is Luo Shen, one of the ten heavenly pride of the Xianmen. ”

"Ahh

Zhao Xin was taken aback, this identity is too amazing!

The top ten Tianjiao are all a group of unattainable big people, who have lived on the heavenly palace for a long time, overlooking the rolling red dust, looking down on the people of their peers, and standing in an invincible position.

But why would such a character come to save himself?

The convict seemed to see through Zhao Xinxin's thoughts, and explained: "Senior Sister Luo Shen has a younger sister named Luo Yu. ”

"Luo Yu?"

This is a character who has crossed paths with Zhao Xin several times.

The convict continued: "Previously, you showed mercy to Luo Yu's subordinates, this is a favor, Senior Sister Luo Shen is just repaying you this favor for her sister. ”

Zhao Xin's face collapsed, and he was very regretful, it turned out that he was just to repay the favor, and he thought it was ......

He smiled bitterly again and put away his beautiful fantasies.

At this time, the prisoner's face turned solemn, and he said, "This time, I came mainly to invite you to meet you at the behest of Elder Wang Qiankun. ”

"Wang Qiankun ......"

Zhao Xin's pupils contracted suddenly, and it was difficult to hide his shock, this person he knew that he was the Great Elder of the Inner Gate, who was in charge of all the punishment laws of the Inner and Outer Gates.

......

This area is not large, and there are many kinds of buildings, which are exquisite.

At this moment, it is the middle of winter, in a remote small hall, the cedar outside the hall is lined with cedars, the bluestone is paved, and a snow plum is independent of the center outside the hall, this ancient decoration makes Zhao Xin's eyes shine, following the footsteps of the convict in front of him, in a few steps inside, the convict struggling to push open a huge bronze door, the edge of the door is slightly rusty, adding an ancient color.

A wide corridor appeared in front of Zhao Xin's eyes, and the corridor was inlaid with night pearls, like the starry sky under the night, extremely bright, but these eyes were still a little dim, and the light was not sufficient.

At the end of the corridor, there is a bright light, but it is not dazzling, giving people a gentle feeling. The young attendant beside him quietly retreated into the side hall, while Zhao Xin walked forward cautiously, his heart was always worried along the way, God knows what this elder came to him for?

Before entering the main hall, the convict retreated first, allowing Zhao Xin to enter alone.

This hall is not big, there are only some strange small flames dancing around it, like a fairy dance, each flame seems to have life, Zhao Xin seems to be able to feel their joy.

Zhao Xin suddenly stopped his pace, there were only two people in the main hall, him and Elder Wang Qiankun, so he saw each other at a glance.

This is a middle-aged man, his facial features are very upright, and his eyebrows are awe-inspiring. At this moment, he smiled at Zhao Xin, like a gentle old man's smile, which made people feel closer.

Zhao Xin's nervousness was a little relaxed, but he was still nervous, this person's identity was too detached, his cultivation was shocking, and he was the master sent by the Chaos Heavenly Palace to control everything in the Netherworld.

Raising his eyelids, he looked at the elder again, this person was a strong man who was above all beings.

In a word, it determines the life and death of tens of millions of people.

In a fit of rage, millions of corpses were ambushed, and rivers of blood flowed.

So he had to feel nervous, and there was an innate fear from the depths of his soul, as if the other party was a god and wanted him to bow and worship.

Then he heard three words.

"Come", "come", "come".

This is Elder Wang cheering Zhao Xin and letting him enter the main hall.

Zhao Xin was stunned, and then walked to the side of the big man with a courteous demeanor.

The fact that a great figure who cultivated to the heavens was right in front of him when a thought arose was enough to kill him thousands of times made him extremely nervous.

"How's that? You can feel the strangeness of the flames. ”

Wang Qiankun sat on the main seat of the main hall, pointing to the small flames around him, his voice was very gentle, and his demeanor was very casual.

Wang Qiankun's face was resolute, and his smile was very kind, as warm as the sun, which was like an elder's care for his juniors, Zhao Xinxin's uneasiness was reduced a lot, and he still responded with some restraint: "These flames are very unusual. ”

"These flames come from the Dao Fire left behind by one of the ancestors of the Immortal Sect after his death, called the Void Dao Fire. Wang Qiankun stretched out his hand, and the flames around him quickly gathered, forming a blood-colored flame, which was like a blooming flower, natural and radiating a secluded light.

This is its true face, and after countless years, this fire is still immortal, generating its own spiritual wisdom and turning into the Holy Spirit. ”

Wang Qiankun sat quietly, his face kind and gentle, and his eyes were full of love as he looked at the flames in his hands.

In Zhao Xin's astonished gaze, the small flame turned into a fat little beast, with big eyes open, and a pair of flame wings that kept flapping behind it.

"Poof!"

The little beast flew away from Wang Qiankun's palm and slammed into Zhao Xin's body, Zhao Xin exclaimed and retreated, but the little beast grabbed Zhao Xin's clothes, constantly rubbing, and occasionally showed a cry of joy, which was extremely cute.

"Is this the Holy Spirit?"

Zhao Xin looked at the little beast in front of him, and his cute appearance was also Zhao Xin's love and pity.

"He seems to like you very much. Wang Qiankun looked at this scene, showed a pleased smile, and continued: "It is the transformation of the Dao Fire left by one of my ancestors, and the name of the teacher is Wang Jichen, he is the founder of "Blood Dragon Nine Killings"!"

Zhao Xin's body shook suddenly, even though the Blood Dragon Nine Kills only got a fragment, there was such an earth-shattering killing technique as the Instant Killing Dafa contained in it, if it was a complete chapter, how amazing would it be?

Try to suppress the thousands of thoughts in his heart, Zhao Xin's expression slowly calmed down, but there were huge waves surging in his heart, and he never thought that Wang Jichen was also Wang Qiankun's mentor.

Wang Qiankun's eyes glanced slightly in Zhao Xin's direction, as if he didn't notice his abnormality, a smile rose on the corner of his mouth, and he continued to say gently: "But I have no relationship with the path of Shura, and his Great Dao Fire is not suitable for me. ”

Raising his head slightly, a few rays of light flashed in the depths of Wang Qiankun's gentle eyes, and a trace of thunder light appeared, looking at Zhao Xin.

Zhao Xin only felt that an electric light suddenly flashed in the entire room, covering everything, and he couldn't see anything, as if his whole body was also floating in the electric light, inside and out, at all!

Zhao was shocked.

"Although your qualifications are very poor, you are a genius of the path of Shura, you are born with a blood affinity, and you can stay awake in the midst of killing, maybe this is why the Void Dao Fire likes you. ”

Wang Qiankun's face is still kind.

Zhao Xin knew that all this was because he absorbed the fragments of the [Crimson Reaper], and therefore the corresponding talent attribute of this hero.

He also breathed a sigh of relief, his worried heart gradually relaxed, and his hands couldn't help caressing the little beast in his arms.

"I originally wanted to take you as a disciple and teach you personally, but it was always a little difficult, and I think you need to follow your own path!"

Wang Qiankun's tone was natural and calm.

Zhao Xin was taken aback, and looked at Wang Qiankun with wide eyes, with an incredulous expression.