"How can the pardoning boy know Zhu Wu's tricks?"

Intersecting with the silver chaff Zhu Wu, how can the Enma Drought not know its tricks?

But the pardon boy was born with no chance to study with Zhu Wu at all, otherwise he would not worship the Heaven Destroying Sect as a teacher. And now the demon realm who cultivates the Zhu Emperor's unique style is only one demon general.

Where should he learn the moves he was using at this moment? In just a few moments, Enma Drought thought a lot. The pardon boy made a violent move and shook the sword to rescue the evil man, but this battle had to end here.

"That's enough, let's stop. ”

Under the orders of the Enma, none of the four Brave Demon will go against his will. But the weirdness of the atmosphere after the convergence made several people feel uneasy. The sound of the wind and sand whistling was endless, and the Yuan Calamity was incomprehensible: "Demon Lord?"

"Needless to say, let's go back to the Demon Realm first. His face stared at the pardon boy for a long time before he spoke.

The identities of the pardon boy and the evil man are special, and no matter how they intend to investigate the roots, it is impossible for Enma to ask directly in front of others. And after the drought took the soldiers and horses back to the demon realm, Wen Renran took the broken steps and ran back to the little hand of the girl in front of him, and muttered thoughtfully: "The situation seems to be a little wrong. ”

"What's wrong with Brother Yusheng?"

Wen Renran frowned, and replied with some doubts: "According to the nature of the pardoning boy, I thought that the last time he returned to the Demon Realm, he would explain the Yiqiē including Emperor Zhu's absolute style clearly. After all, even if I revealed the truth, Enma and the Nine Calamities would be more suspicious of my intentions, but suspicion of forgiveness would never overwhelm trust. However, looking at the stunned man today, it seems that he just learned that he understood Emperor Zhu's style. ”

"Ahem, maybe this is also the Demon Lord leading you into the trap?"

"Draw me in...... You think everyone looks like the white-haired swordsman next to you?"

Although this possibility may not be impossible, when Wen Renran heard Mu Shaoai's voice, his attention and understanding were drawn: "Well, no, none of this is important for the time being...... Went into battle with injuries, right? Conceal the truth?**Mu Shaoai, you are very good!"

The solemn expression changed suddenly, and the smile on Wen Renran's face was warm and scary, and he didn't have much politeness, and his hands were very violent, forcing out the blood in Mu Shaoai's body to stabilize his injuries.

Under the rough movements, the bones rattled one after another, and after a creepy crackling sound, Wen Renran said: "I can't cure the knife strength in your body, the predecessor of Kunlun is still in the crystal lake, if you run around again this time, I don't think Yuren will give you a good color." ”

"Is it necessary to be so cruel? It's really humiliating...... In addition, it is 'knowing ** then Mu Shaoai', one word is subtracted in front, and the style is completely different. ”

"You'd better die early and live early!"

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The sun is slanting, the west wind is blowing, and the sky is dim. Under the sky, in the white clouds, there has long been a dream.

"You're here. ”

His thoughts were withdrawn from his memories, his tone was weak but firm, and Lin Wushuang called out calmly. The Mingyue at hand was shallowly inserted into the soil, and the clean sword spike fluttered gently in the wind, and the clouds were light and the wind was light.

"Lin Wushuang ......" Taoist in white clothes and red makeup came to the foot of Pingshan Mountain with a three-stringed piano.

"Remember what I asked you to do earlier?"

"Hmm, aren't you unharmed?"

"Deadly poison, the power veins are abolished, and the demonic energy attacks the heart, if it is not a thing against the sky, this life is over. After all, I have never survived the third tribulation, and according to this practice, I am afraid that it will be difficult to re-enter the world within a hundred years. ”

has no intention of doing things in the rivers and lakes, but is involved in the red dust. After the dragon was punished, there was no more fetters in the world. The boundaries of time are nothing but well-intentioned concealment. The indifferent temperament was naturally revealed, Lin Wushuang's five fingers contracted and mentioned the divine soldier, and then said: "Chiyun Dye, Mingyue still has its unfinished destiny, please transfer it to Cang." ”

"Now, I can introduce you to the string head. ”

"No, fate will naturally meet. If there is no fate, you can do whatever you want, and there is no need to force it. ”

"So, what about you?"

Unintentionally, the water falls. It seems that from the pupils of the other party, the past self is reflected. Penetrating his heart, Lin Wushuang did not want the other Taoist to repeat the mistakes of the past, and placed Mingyue firmly in the palm of Chiyunran's palm.

Mingyue entrusted, and there was no more concern. Those who should give up, those who should be depressed, those who should be self-sufficient, and those who should be relieved, all smiled lightly.

Completely different mountains and clouds accompany the silent world. Looking back, the towering Pingshan Mountain, you can see the ethereal sea of clouds that surrounds you. What remains the same is the emotion of the warm pulse. The words blurted out are not profound obsessions.

"Oh, where will I go in the future, but it is still - Baiyun Ping Mountain does not meet, and the world and the sky are scarce. ”

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Before his death, he was full of sin and filth, and the wild dragon kept a promise, and he couldn't come out of the pit of sin. After death, no matter how unbearable it is, Lian Emei, who is a blood relative, still has to erect a wordless grave for him when he does not see the light of day.

The half of the iron surface that was laid down was quietly placed on the grave. The fate that has been entangled for half a lifetime, and the grievances that span hundreds of years, finally have to end in a heart-wrenching way.

The evening breeze blew, and Lian Emei, who was standing quietly and meditating, suddenly said: "The mad dragon makes a mistake, and there is always my responsibility." ”

"Why did the cloud people say that?"

"In the first half of my life, I was bent on seeking the Tao, and I inadvertently neglected the relatives around me. In the past, I used to make a little fuss for attention, but because of my improper handling, it has evolved into a hopeless murderous madness today. When I tried to redeem myself, I had no way back. ”

The three of them made a covenant with Pingshan, not only for Lin Wushuang's fate of three catastrophes, but also as a last resort. Now that the dust has settled, there is no joy. Lian Emei sighed lightly and calmed down his thoughts, and said: "The dragon matter is over, and it is time for the demon punishment plan to move on to the next step." Once Pingshan passes away and flies to the sky, you will be the only one left who can balance the demons on the table, and it will become a dilemma. ”

"If there are too many masters of the righteous path, how can the Enma be in the trap? Except for Daoist Lin who is on the verge of death, it is currently in the plan. And there is a number of Kunlun predecessors in charge, plus the explanation in this letter, please also ask Yunren to be forgiving. ”

"Letter...... I see. ”

Glimpsing the contents of the unfolded letter, Lian Emei suddenly lost his worries, and said with peace of mind: "To be able to save Lin Wushuang, for this gift of medicine, Lian Emei also needs to solemnly thank you." ”

"Although it is the last immortal pill, it is useless to keep it at hand. Rather than wasting it on your hands, it is better to use it to save people. What's more, Lin Daochang was originally a master of Qing cultivation outside the world, and this time he entered the world to do his best for the common people, how could he not be saved when he heard about people?"

"That being said, there is still a lot of affection. ”

It's too vulgar to give back, and words are enough. Lian Emei's gaze fell on Chu Xiuxin, and he asked in a condensed voice: "If you say goodbye in a few days, I'm afraid there will be no time again." Qingran, do you want to leave with me, or do you want to stay in a difficult situation?"

"Huh?"