I recalled the time when I first practiced the Eight Colds Infernal Technique.

The chest is full of hatred, with the resentment of ruining miè qiē, experiencing the pain of freezing into the marrow bone and opening the flesh, putting himself to death and then rebirth.

Only the mournful screams of the mole at his feet when he was about to die could give him some comfort.

Therefore, when the upper realm was dying by the mental law, he never prayed that he could be saved.

What about eternal hell after death, the world is like hell to oneself.

"I didn't expect to die in my own hands in the end. "Stepping on the boundary between this shore and the other, someone calmly summed up his life.

"Haha, I heard you, you were yelling furiously when you were dying, and I saved you. Qianzu supported his cheek with one hand, crossed Erlang's legs, and looked at the person in front of him, showing a deep, terrifying sad look on his face.

The grief was so deep that she began to wonder if she had saved a madman.

"People always say a lot of stupid things before they die. Mo Qing replied lifelessly, the utterly absurd nonsense of the dying man's mouth was no stranger to him at all.

"But I think that you want to live better than anyone else, otherwise you wouldn't have climbed to the upper realm step by step, but ......" Qianzu suddenly changed the topic, covered his mouth and said with a sneer, "This mental method, you stole it in the Mingdan Kangjue Temple, I didn't expect to be practiced alive into magic skills, if that stinky monk knew, he would definitely be half angry to death, but I really want him to know." ”

The Buddha has a compassionate body and a body of wrath, devouring the ignorance and sin of sentient beings and destroying all fears.

Compassion, compassion, compassion; it doesn't seem to have anything to do with him.

"Mo Qing, now is not the time for you to die, but I am not the one to save you after all......"

When apprenticeship, Qianzu wanted to speak and stopped, but finally failed to finish the sentence.

Open your eyes.

Layers of five-colored wind horse flags hunt and dance in the strong wind.

The blue sky behind the gap between the five-colored prayer flags seems to be within reach, as if you are in the sky.

Qin Yanxiu, who fell into the shattered space around the Six Animal Gates, was finally transmitted to the extreme west.

I only remember that I was still participating in the disciple competition on the Fengzhu Peak of the Lai Sect before, but now he was sitting stupidly under the towering pagoda, Qin Yanxiu looked up at the sun near the top of the brass tower and the prayer wheel, and his pupils reflected a glittering light.

I didn't expect that after nearly a thousand years, it fell here again-

Mingdan Kangjue Temple.

At this moment after experiencing reincarnation, his mood when he revisited the old place is no longer what it used to be.

Qin Yan Xiu decided to re-practice the Eight Cold Infernal Technique by self-defeating the Heart Method.

It's nine years in a flash.

On the day of leaving the customs, the salt lake under the clear sky is like a mirror, strolling on the lake, the snow-capped mountains under your feet, and the clouds are stacked.

Reflecting his figure, the sky and the earth are the same color.

"It's so boring to be with you every time I see such a beautiful scenery. ”

A familiar voice sounded in his ears, and Qin Yanxiu hurriedly turned his head, but he didn't see anyone.

"Idle Island. He muttered, and the dark river that was still and stagnant turned a corner in an unknown place, and then flowed into the bottom of his heart unconsciously.

Although the memories of those three years are insignificant compared to the millennium, they are vivid as if they happened in front of them, every time they stood side by side, every expression when they laughed and scolded...... For the first time, I felt inexplicably lonely.

- and then turned into irrepressible longing.

It was from this moment that he began to have some permissible understanding of the feelings of "people".

Merely...... After unexpectedly seeing Xianzhiyu in Luoyao Valley, Qin Yanxiu suddenly realized how uncontrollable this feeling was.

In front of one of his many good buddies, good friends and good brothers, listening to what he didn't know how many people he had said that he didn't want to lose you, and watching him surrounded by his senior brothers and sisters and all kinds of people...... Every moment is suppressing the ignorant karmic fire in my heart.

But after watching coldly, he became proud for no reason-

After all, the only person who can make Xianzhiyu take the initiative to approach and please is himself.

I don't despise this kind of childish idea that borders on competing for favor.,And I'm happy to deliberately stay away and then observe the appearance of the other party.。

In addition to the above strong need for contempt, Qin Yanxiu still has a very big question in his heart.

What kind of person is he in the eyes of Xianzhiyu?

Questioning, clichés, and scrutiny without leaving a trace, are very enjoyable.

In order to reflect how boring his previous life was, he relied on the idea of thinking about Xianzhiyu and inserting kaleidoscope wings for the bitter and hateful thoughts.

It's a pity that as soon as he walked out of the Yongdao, Qin Yanxiu had to suddenly restrain his rather happy mood.

Among the opponents of at least three people, the two Dao Sen Leng Divine Senses were more tentative, and the one who hid the deepest was cunning and cautious.

Xianzhiyu's opinion is right, the other party's jealousy comes from the fact that they are two people, and they are naturally the safest to walk together, but if it is simply two against two, the third person hidden in the shadows is very likely to escape after fully exploring the strength of the two of them. In this way, any action in the future will be like a fish in the throat, and it must be cut down and eradicated in a battle to prevent future troubles.

Only by deliberately acting separately can you maximize the opponent's exposure to the enemy.

"Shhh," Qin Yanxiu stared deeply at Xianzhiyu, compared a silent movement, and said three words silently with his mouth.

Believe me.

After exchanging glances, the two of them took a few steps back at the same time, and in a few flashes each disappeared into the reedy mist.

Qin Yanxiu didn't retreat far before he immediately stopped, spreading his divine sense, and as expected, only one person chased after Xianzhiyu.

He was still quite relieved about Xian Zhiyu's extremely fast body, and the other party would not chase too closely, so the third person must be looking at him coldly somewhere who was still in place.

With his five fingers slightly open, he caught the black bone shade paper umbrella that fell from his sleeve, and after slowly holding it up, thousands of terrifying moths flew out of the umbrella.

- Besides, he is not willing to kill in front of Xianzhiyu.

A slight aura fluctuation came from his neck, and Qin Yan Xiu's umbrella blocked the black shadow on his back attack with his backhand, and before he could fix his eyes, another Qin Yan Xiu flashed out of thin air, holding a bone carving demon slaying pestle, and stabbed into the back of the black shadow.

The other man twitched and fell.

Two identical "Qin Yan Xiu" almost simultaneously lowered their eyes to look at the "corpse" under their feet, and it didn't take long for one of them to frown, leaned over and stepped on the corpse and reached out to unscrew his head.

Wood and iron shafts, puppet people.

In his scattered divine sense, the aura fluctuations he sensed became more and more dense, and he unconsciously showed a tendency to surround them, although they were all light puppets with fast attack speed and defenselessness, but if they were carefully distinguished, there were still hundreds.

"I didn't expect it to be the predecessor of the black bone umbrella, disrespectful. It was supposed to be a respectful word, but it was said in a mocking tone.

The woman who slowly approached had a long skirt fluttering, holding a red bone umbrella, and the shadow covered by the umbrella was engraved on her face with a clear line of yin and yang.

And the person who said this sentence was the young man behind her, Bird Ling brocade clothes, the disciple of the Qianyan Pavilion in Shuzhong.

Qianyan Pavilion, the time of its rise is unknown, it has always been very secretive, but it is extremely strong, relying on the wooden armor puppets that are more partial in the Qimen skillful skills, and when it comes to this art, we have to mention Qianzu, whose skills are perfect, and it is not a problem to divide the soul and cut the body and shape the living dead.

Red Bone Umbrella ...... Qin Yanxiu's right eye jumped slightly, and there was a hint of foreboding in his heart, and it was too casual to summarize it simply by coincidence.

The other party is only afraid that he is waiting for him here,

is very much like Qin Yanxiu himself, who hunted others in the past.

******

If Xian Zhiyu knew that Qin Yanxiu, who he had been thinking about for ten years, was just cultivating, he suddenly remembered him and found him by the way, he would definitely fly up angrily and scolded him.

However, he should also be glad that the other party has ignored the fact that it was because of him that he rolled into the spatial rift.

Therefore, those who are mixed in the road will have to be repaid one day, with interest.

Xianzhiyu now regrets that he casually knocked out the girl in front of him.

Looking at the blood and tears on her face, and the unconscious appearance, it is really difficult to let her lean here like a corpse.

"Lucky for you, it's me. ”

Xianzhiyu rubbed his hands and pondered for a while, and he didn't know where to drag, so he finally had to pull up the two arms of the female cultivator and drag them to Luoyu Pinasonic not far behind him, thinking that Qin Yanxiu was beside him, and he estimated that he preferred to meddle in things.

After walking a few steps, he only felt two cold rays attacking, his pupils shrank sharply, and he subconsciously dodged sideways-

Silver cones, as sharp as blades, one slashed his cheek and the other pierced his shoulder.

If it weren't for pure intuition, I'm afraid that it would be the eyes and the heart that would be pierced now.

Xianzhiyu's mood sank suddenly, there was neither aura fluctuation nor murderous aura, and the other party had been thinking about the praying mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches from the beginning, but he had no trace of defense.

It's a little strong and gets carried away, either or not.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a pool of water not far away, and after stabilizing his mind, he quickly urged several fireballs to throw them in, and the water vapor evaporated with a hiss, instantly blurring the entire field of vision.

After pushing the female cultivator under his feet into the artemisia grass on the side, Xianzhiyu hurriedly flashed in the other direction, and more than a dozen silver cones came from the air, falling obliquely like rain.

The sonorous sound of metal clashing between them was endless, and the silver sword light flowed around Xianzhiyu's body, blocking most of the attacks.

After the steam dissipated, a figure holding an umbrella gradually appeared.

Against a gloomy background, the brocade dress was particularly eye-catching.

And, of course, that crimson oil-paper umbrella.

Red...... Bone umbrella.

Xianzhiyu is no stranger to this thing.

Mo Qing's housekeeping skills, in addition to the Eight Cold Infernal Secrets, is this puppet technique, but in order to get a complete set of puppet making secret methods, he once went to the Qianyan Pavilion in Shuzhong to smash and burn.

When the other party saw Qin Yan's cultivation of that exercise, would he immediately recognize him as Mo Qing.

Xianzhiyu's heart instantly rose to the idea that he was going to die when he was finished.