At this time, Autumn Leaves Castle is in a lively and festive atmosphere. No one knew what had just happened in Childe's Mansion, and although there was a commotion coming from the Mansion, the noise of gongs and drums outside the Mansion was quickly covered up, so no one would notice that there was something unusual in Childe's Mansion.

After leaving the Childe's Mansion, the Yanyu Army immediately sealed off Akiba Castle and arranged for elite crossbowmen to be vigilant against the legendary Black Sky Cultists who could soar in the dark night, and fled.

Not long after Yan Li left Gongzi's Mansion with others, Ye Qingrao disappeared into the night without revealing a face. At this time, she was more desperate than anyone else to find Meng Jian.

With her knowledge of Akiba City and her familiarity with the Black Celestial Cult, she soon set her sights on a forgotten monument.

For the Black-Cloaked Cult, night is the best disguise.

In Autumn Leaves City, a secluded and dilapidated ancient temple is very lively at the moment. Dozens of women dressed in black surrounded Meng Jian, who was full of holes, muttering something.

With the support of the four black-clothed sect priests, Luo Ziling came to Meng Jian's face, cut her palm with a sharp dagger, and dripped blood on Meng Jian's wound. The cold blade cut through the pale skin, and the black veins flowed white blood.

When this drop of blood soaked Meng Jian's wound, the blurred flesh and blood began to slowly regenerate, and then the rest of the women dressed in black followed Luo Ziling's example, picked up a sharp dagger and cut their palms, and dripped white blood on Meng Jian's wounds.

Meng Jian, who was in a coma, felt an indescribable warm current flowing in his body, and he was originally stimulated to a coma by the severe pain, and slowly turned his eyes but was not able to open them.

This is an ancient temple built for the Black Heaven Sect by the believers of the Black Heaven Sect in the previous dynasty, and there are basically ancient temples of different sizes in all parts of the Ji Dynasty today.

The broken bricks and tiles, the mottled walls that have climbed with moss, can vaguely show the glory that once existed here, it was a past that belonged to the Black Heaven Sect, and it was also the glory that once belonged to them. At that time, they were the only faith of the people, and no one dared to question them, because in the eyes of the people at that time, they were gods.

After being drained of most of her mental power by Meng Jian, Luo Ziling quickly aged to the point of faltering, and this was the first time she had experienced the fear of death so closely.

She silently glanced at the unconscious Meng Jian, but she didn't dare to have any greed and extravagance, she knew that her current situation was to blame, but compared to death, she still had more noble things to accomplish at this moment.

In this ruined ancient temple, four Black Heaven Sect priests with dozens of black-clothed disciples were waiting for her, the patriarch, to give orders. Right now, the army of the Yan Kingdom has completely sealed off Autumn Leaf City, and if it weren't for Meng Jian, who was seriously injured, they would have left here long ago.

At this time, Luo Ziling was not too worried about the army of those Yan Kingdoms, with these apostles in the ancient temple now, they could easily break through without much effort.

But only before dawn.

The only thing that could really threaten her and make her worry was the Chiyan warrior who briefly fought with her at the family banquet. Luo Ziling didn't know how many Red Flame Warriors there were like her in this city.

The war between mortals and the gods is a one-sided slaughter without suspense at all, but if the gods are against the gods, the situation is very different. After a short fight at the family banquet, Luo Ziling felt that the strength of that Chiyan warrior was definitely not an ordinary Red Flame warrior, and the strength was definitely above her.

Therefore, she was very worried that the battle with the Yan Kingdom army would alarm this Chiyan warrior and cause unnecessary trouble for them to take Meng Jian away. At this time, Luo Ziling didn't want the world to know that the Black Heaven Sect had made a comeback, so if she could keep a low profile, she would act as low-key as possible.

"Imam, it's dawn in a few hours. Beside the crackling campfire, a priest asked Luo Ziling, "What should I do next?" ”

"After dawn, we will be like ordinary people. Seeing that Luo Ziling did not react, another sect priest reminded, "At that time, if the soldiers of the Yan Kingdom find our traces..."

At this time, if Luo Ziling can open the "Realm of the Ten Directions", Meng Jian, who is in the awakening, will not be affected by the "Realm of the Ten Directions", and will hide in a still time, and will be able to slowly recover from his wounds, but Luo Ziling no longer has much mental power to open this realm. The only thing she could do was wait, and time was running out.

Luo Ziling stared at the sky in the distance and let out a long sigh. Only when Meng Jian woke up could they get the power of faith from him. It was a force that would make them as powerful as night during the day, and they would no longer have to wear black to haunt the world. If you forcibly take Meng Jian away now, once there is a confrontation, Meng Jian will be hurt again, and I am afraid that all the previous efforts will be wasted.

After experiencing what happened to Gongzi's Mansion just now, Luo Ziling didn't dare to attack Meng Jian at this time. First, he was worried that he would anger the "Shuo" in Meng Jian's body again, and second, he was worried that if he attacked Meng Jian, who was weak at this time, he would directly take his life, which was tantamount to killing a chicken and taking eggs.

The "Shuo" hidden deep in Meng Jian's body has the power of endless chaotic essence, and this power is the power of faith that these gods who follow Shuo dream of. They can absorb the power of chaos from Shuo, turn decay into magic, and walk under the daylight again.

For the Black Sky Cultists, this power of faith is full of irresistible temptations. And Luo Ziling, who fought with the Chiyan warriors in his early years and suffered heavy losses, when he woke up Meng Jian, because he did not keep his senses, he excessively ingested the power hidden in Meng Jian's body, and was punished by "Shuo".

And these black-clothed disciples didn't know that Meng Jian had gradually gained consciousness and consciousness at this time. When he opened it, one eye was back to its normal black and white, while the other was still red and black.

On such an autumn night, the cold wind was biting, and although there was a bonfire crackling in the broken temple, Meng Jian couldn't feel a trace of warmth, he tried to get up, but failed. The scenery around him was shaky, and he couldn't concentrate, the flesh and blood from the wounds on his body were slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the pain was not diminished.

The black-clothed cultists who were in charge of taking care of Meng Jian, after discovering that Meng Jian had woken up, bowed and notified Luo Ziling. As a result, Meng Jian, who woke up, became the focus of everyone in this ruined temple.

At this moment, Meng Jian is no longer a violent appearance, he has completely regained his sanity and sobriety, and remembers everything that happened just now, the difference is that the anger and hatred that originally filled his heart were replaced by endless loneliness at this moment.

For the women dressed in black beside her, Meng Jian remained vigilant and hostile. But now he couldn't even move, no, he felt a sharp pain all over his body when he moved, as if thousands of knives were piercing him one after another while he was moving.

In the distance, the sky is dawning, and it should be daylight.

In the whispers of many black-clothed disciples, Luo Ziling slowly came to Meng Jian and apologized and repented to him. If she hadn't reported her name, Meng Jian wouldn't have believed that the woman who looked like she was sixty or seventy years old in front of him at this time was actually Luo Ziling, the noble guest of the Gongzi Mansion who was sitting behind him tonight.

"What do you want to do?" In addition to the amazement, Meng Jian recalled what happened at night, he didn't know what the woman in front of him would do to him, although she had shown a repentant appearance at this moment, but Meng Jian didn't want to forgive her at all, and thought that she was to blame for all this.

"Ask the master to forgive Ziling for her foolish behavior tonight. Luo Ziling waved her hands and knelt down in front of Meng Jian, "The time has come, please invite the master to rule the world." ”

"I'm not your master, you've mistaken someone. Luo Ziling's words scared Meng Jian, Meng Jian felt that this group of people was crazy, and he was surrounded by a group of crazy people, for everything that had just happened in Gongzi's Mansion, he didn't know whether these were dreams or reality, but the next moment, the nightmare would entangle Meng Jian again.

"Chaos is order. Luo Ziling staggered her hands on her chest, and then dozens of black-clothed disciples behind her answered, "Chaos creates order. ”

Meng Jian listened, and these two words began to echo in his mind, he felt that there was a force that seemed to break through his body, but he couldn't get out, so he could only swim around Meng Jian's body, and every time he swam through the wound, the slowly healing wound would accelerate the healing. Meng Jian didn't know what was wrong with him, he felt that his body was no longer his own: "What have you done to me again? My head hurts so much!"

"The old times are gone, and new splendor is coming. Luo Ziling said in awe, "Please also give your servants the strength again to save all living beings in this world! Wake up, endless night! Great King!"

"Chaos is order, and chaos creates order!"

While Luo Ziling was talking to Meng Jian, those black-clothed disciples did not stop muttering the two sentences just now, and the circular chanting made Meng Jian's headache split, and then his originally normal eyes were once again replaced by black and red. At this moment, Meng Jian showed a ghostly and evil smile: "As you wish!"

He slowly stretched out his index finger and tapped Luo Ziling's forehead. The crackling bonfire was burning, and Luo Ziling, who was already old, felt the endless warm current surging down Meng Jian's fingertips to her whole body the moment Meng Jian touched her.

Her wrinkled skin was once again plump, and she unconsciously spread her wings that were only skeletons due to being too comfortable. The chaotic power roamed all over Luo Ziling's body, her eyes widened, feeling the subtle changes in her body, her scarlet eyes gradually turned pure blood red due to the power in her body, and the withered bone wings immediately regenerated flesh and blood.

The night wind kills, and the evening is sad. With the blessings of dozens of black-clothed cultists, Luo Ziling finally ushered in the rebirth she longed for. It was also at this same moment that the gate of the ruined temple collapsed for some reason.

Under the gaze of many black-clothed disciples, Ye Qingrao stepped on the dawn of the morning light, belatedly late. She broke into the ruined temple alone. Ye Qingrao had a lot of doubts about everything that happened tonight, so before she figured out the ins and outs of the whole thing, Ye Qingrao didn't want to hand over Meng Jian just like that.

She came to this ruined temple before the army of the Yan Kingdom found the Black-Clad Sect. She knew that there was nowhere else for the black-clad cultists to hide.

At this time, Ye Qingrao was dressed in brocade, and her eyes were like torches. In the face of these black-clothed cultists who were eyeing him, he did not show panic. Tonight's Autumn Leaves City is destined to be an unquiet night. After many years, the Chiyan warriors and the black-clothed cultists finally ushered in a fateful reunion in this ancient city.

"Looks like they're pretty much here. She looked at these black-clothed disciples coldly, as if she was looking at a group of poor mice: "Then, I will give you two choices, either you return my apprentice to me and leave the Goose Country, or I will kill you and take my apprentice away." ”

The black-clothed sect members ignored Ye Qingrao. Their eyes flashed with hostility towards Ye Qingrao. It was the anger that had burned in their hearts for nearly a thousand years, the hatred and pain that could never be described in words.

At this time, Luo Ziling regained her life after experiencing Meng Jian's baptism. Her eyes were completely reduced to blood, and Meng Jian also returned to an ordinary state after instilling her strength into Luo Ziling.

The bonfire was crackling, the evening breeze was whistling, and Ye Qingrao approached the most central position of the broken temple step by step. She wanted to take Meng Jian away and ask for clarification, but it was clear that this group of women in black did not intend to let her get close to the "Lord" they worshipped.

"It seems that today you are determined to prevent me from taking away my apprentice, right? Ye Qingrao's steps became heavier and heavier, her eyes began to flicker with a faint blue light, time froze at this moment, half of the sky was still night, and it was generally at dawn.

"So, are you going to go together, or are you coming one by one?" Ye Qingrao said provocatively, and many black-clothed disciples formed seals with their hands here, and under the command of the four sect priests, they surrounded Ye Qingrao in an orderly manner, and set up a formation to defend against the enemy.

"Bliss, Soul Seal!"

As the four Black Heaven Sect Priests returned to their positions, several cold rays of light fell from the sky, turning this ruined temple into a new world.

In the still time, the absolute realm opened by Ye Qingrao merged into this new world isolated from reality under the magic circle of the Black-clothed Sect.

Ye Qingrao was not afraid of danger and stepped into the formation.

The night was gradually replaced by endless snow, and their figures disappeared with the vast snow that enveloped the heavens and the earth.

In her ears, there was the howling of the wind and the terrible wail at this moment. When Ye Qingrao turned her head sideways to try to find the flaws in this magic circle, in the roar, countless white skeletons rushed from the wind and snow in the moment of her side head.

Hearing Ye Qingrao's shout, a brilliant starlight fell directly from the sky, turning all the skeletons that rushed towards her into flying snowflakes.

When the starlight gradually dissipated, Ye Qingrao held a dark blue ancient sword in her hand, standing proudly in the wind and snow. After twenty-one years, she once again pulled out the ancient sword "Shocking Hong" that had experienced holy wars from the starlight. All the wind and snow dissipated when the "shock" was unsheathed.

She brushed the spine of her sword lightly, as if she was touching an old friend she hadn't seen for a long time, her eyes were gentle and solemn, and she didn't care what kind of magic the black-clothed cultists around her who had gradually come out of the wind and snow were chanting towards her.

The scene in front of him did not frighten the black-clothed cultists away, the ancient song wandered in the cold wind, and the biting frost and snow came back again, and the sharp ice blades rose along the way, as the black-clothed cultists chanted faster, the wind and snow that had been devastating turned into a roaring dragon full of thorns and attacked Ye Qingrao, if ordinary people were in it, they would definitely be torn into several pieces by this, but Ye Qingrao was not an ordinary person.

When the dragon waved its claws towards her, Ye Qingrao jumped in the air, stepped on the dragon's arm, and galloped towards the dragon's head.

I saw that hundreds of brilliant starlight slid into the dragon's forehead after Ye Qingrao turned around and jumped, and in the next moment, they sputtered out from the dragon's body.

The seemingly hard dragon scales slowly cracked under her sword, and the moment the streamer returned to the sheath, the dragon collapsed in an instant, turning into countless fine ice slags, and the momentum of the original devouring city was dissolved by Ye Qingrao's sword in an instant, and before the black-clothed cultists hiding behind the wind and snow recited the incantation again, Ye Qingrao pulled out the "Shocking Hong" again, and just one sword tore the illusion in front of her through a huge gap.

The circulating starlight tore apart the illusion very neatly, and in the roaring wind and snow, accompanied by a terrible wail, several black-clothed disciples died under the instantaneous sword aura of "Shocking Hong", and the realm of "Bliss, Soul Sealing" was about to collapse!

Ye Qingrao planned to take the opportunity to rush out of the illusion.

At an important juncture, a Black Heaven Sect priest made up for the gap with his body and blocked Ye Qingrao's way. Ye Qingrao glanced at her coldly: "Get out!"

I saw that the priest spread her wings and cut the black flame-like totem on her arm with a dagger, and then the priest waved his blood-colored wings and shouted in the air: "Blood sacrifice, Lord of Frost!"

Under the chanting of the other three priests, the black-clothed priest offered himself as a sacrifice and summoned the true master of this illusion, and the wind and snow gathered towards the priest at that moment, and the blood feathers withered and withered in the wail.

Ye Qingrao couldn't open her eyes because of this scene, she clenched the hilt of her sword with both hands, and used all her strength to push in the direction of the sect priest. More than dozens of terrifying sword shadows pierced through the overwhelming wind and snow here, and at that time, the true owner of this illusion revealed its appearance.

"Lord of Frost..."Ye Qingrao didn't expect that after many years, she would still be exposed to such a terrifying magic. It is a forbidden technique to sacrifice one's soul and body to the primeval demon god in exchange for a brief outbreak, in exchange for giving part of his power to the sacrificer to help him repel a powerful enemy, after which the soul and body of the sacrificer will be completely destroyed.

When the wind and snow dissipated, what appeared in front of Ye Qingrao was no longer the seemingly weak black-clothed female priest just now, but a frost troll with blue breath, blood-colored eyes, and flashing huge ice wings, and barking at Ye Qingrao with teeth and claws.

This is a troll at the early level of the thirteenth-order "Heavenly Man" realm! Ye Qingrao stood with her sword in her hand, and through the eyes of this giant beast, she saw the depraved soul of the black-clothed sect, wailing and struggling under the burning of the black flames.

The illusion was restored, and Ye Qingrao had no way out. She knew that from this moment on, this troll was the illusion itself, and only by killing this troll could she truly break out of this illusion built by the biting wind and snow.

"Poor soul, I will give you a good time, but remember my name! I am the commander of the Ninth Legion of the Chiyan Samurai!" Ye Qingrao fell to the ground with one hand, and turned the sword in his palm that had been silent for many years with the other, and roared loudly, "True Martial King, Mule Kali!"

This is Ye Qingrao's real name, and it is also an ancient memory that she almost forgot, with her roar, Luo Ziling, who was outside the illusion, gradually woke up, she heard Ye Qingrao's roar, and at this moment understood that it was really not an ordinary Chiyan warrior who took Meng Jian away back then.

Thinking of this, she suddenly burst out laughing, a Chiyan warrior who took away the reincarnation of the god of the Black Heaven Sect and raised him, what an ironic joke.

And now, this Chiyan warrior is not hesitating to reveal his identity, just to save the child from their hands.

Luo Ziling had already concluded that the commander of the Ninth Legion of the Chiyan Warrior had too many things in the dark, and couldn't wait to tell Ye Qingrao in the illusion what the truth about that past was true, and at this time, Ye Qingrao was waving the shock in her hand, stepping on the wind and snow to submerge the thousands of streamers into the mouth of the roaring troll in front of her.