Feng Jiu Kite looked at her suspiciously, and she continued, "I want Qi Ling to open the tunnel and send me to a place. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Where do you want to go?"

"The bottom of the cliff of Red Hunting Peak. ”

"What are you going to do there?"

"You don't need to ask, I'm just looking for a way to defeat the Eastern Emperor Taixuan. This deep hatred has nothing to do with you, and it shouldn't have involved you. Wan Qing's eyes turned slightly, a thick hatred appeared in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth, "If I could, I really wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood!"

"Don't you want to tell me what you're looking for? ”

Hearing this, Wan Qing suddenly bent her mouth and smiled, looked at Feng Jiu Kite fixedly for a while, and said, "It's been a long time since anyone cared about me so much." I'm already a dead man, I'm not afraid of death, but am I afraid of anything else?"

Feng Jiu Ying frowned and looked at her for a long time, "Okay, then I will tell Qiling Haosheng to protect you." ”

"No need. Your current situation is the only one that needs Qiling's protection!" Wan Qing put her hand on her shoulder, "Don't worry, I know it myself." ”

"Alright then!"

Feng Jiu Yuan got up and led her to the back of the screen, called Qi Ling out, and opened the tunnel, but in a moment, Wan Qing followed Qi Ling and disappeared into the room out of thin air.

Before long, an exit through the tunnel quietly appeared at the bottom of the cliff of Red Hunting Peak, and Qiling fell to the ground with Wanqing. He glanced around, except for a large area of black sand and gravel at the bottom of the cliff, there was a large area of hazy black mist, silent, not even the sound of insects, and the environment was a little weird.

"Qiling, let's go!" Wan Qing said.

Qi Ling withdrew her gaze from the black mist, with a hesitant expression, "Sister Wanqing, there is something strange here, are you sure you want to take risks alone?

"Qiling, don't ask any more questions, time is running out, you should go. Wan Qing's expression was dark.

"You won't even tell me and the master what you're looking for, shouldn't it be an ulterior?" Qi Ling asked slightly in her tone, and said: "No matter what you are about to do, but the master treats you well, I just hope that no matter what you do, don't hurt her." ”

Wan Qing smiled bitterly, "With so many people defending her, her life is really good." ”

As he spoke, he took a step and walked towards the black mist.

Qi Ling frowned and watched her disappear into the black mist, thinking that the auspicious time set by the Eastern Emperor Taixuan would soon arrive, so he didn't delay any longer, opened the tunnel, and disappeared at the bottom of the cliff.

Wan Qing walked along the mountain wall in the mist, looking at the cliff wall as she went.

When she was a child, she loved to listen to her father tell her stories, especially about Red Hunting Peak.

His father, General Feng Ming, said that legend has it that more than 90,000 years ago, there was no such Red Hunting Peak that pierced the sky, and after a great battle between gods and demons, the Red Hunting Peak appeared out of thin air.

He said that there was a very powerful thing sealed under the Red Hunt Peak, and it had been sealed for nearly 100,000 years.

This thing is the most famous of the ten protectors of the demon race, the Hundred Refining Qingyang. I heard that he has a magic bow, the bow body is made of the bones of the giant beast Dark Dragon at the beginning of Hongmeng, and it is embedded with the crystal nucleus of the Dark Dragon.

Father also said that it is not difficult to find the place where the Hundred Refining Qingyang is sealed, and on the stone wall on the left side of the Sealing Gate, there is a 10,000-year-old dead tree, called Confession, and legend has it that it was planted by an infatuated woman who fell in love with the Hundred Refining Qingyang with her bare hands. Under the tree of repentance, there is also a line of small words engraved - spend a hundred years of fragrance, just for the dead tree to bloom, if you can come to the tree, bury me under the white bone flower.

It's a pity that the woman has been waiting in front of the sealed gate for a hundred years, and the hundred refining Qingyang has no remorse for poisoning the Five Realms with the flames of war, and the dead tree has not been able to bloom in the end.

……

Wan Qing walked forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and the further in, the faster her heartbeat became.

Yes, with her strength, even if Han Jing Zhenjun gave her another ten, twenty, and one hundred years, she would not be able to take revenge, and besides, she would not be able to get such a long life at all, in order to avenge her father before the second death, she had to rely on the power of the strong. However, Feng Jiu Kite's strength was still weak compared to the Eastern Emperor Taixuan.

Of course, she knew how serious the consequences of releasing the Demon Protector Hundred Refining Qingyang were, but in her heart, revenge was the most important thing in life, she only cared about whether she could take revenge, and as for what would happen to others, she had no intention of caring about it.

I don't know how long she walked, she only felt a little hot all over her body, and cold sweat was already soaked in her palms. Finally, in the mist, she saw a dead tree growing obliquely from the cliff face.

The dead tree was full of branches, the color of the wood was a rare blue-black, and the bark had long since peeled off, and it looked like a dead tree.

She looked at a pair of incomplete white bones under the tree and a line of small characters carved on the stone wall, and her heart was suddenly excited, the joy in her eyes was sharp and dazzling, "It seems that this is the place where the seal of the Hundred Refining Qingyang is located!"

She touched the stone wall on the right side of the dead tree, walked over and looked at it carefully, and for a moment she couldn't figure out the doorway.

She patted the stone wall a little anxiously, and her heart suddenly became depressed, her knees weakened, and she fell to the ground and shed tears.

"Dad, my daughter is useless! It's my daughter who is too stupid to see clearly Donghuang Taixuan, a lustful, despicable and shameless person! Dad, my daughter is sorry for you-"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and cry.

Suddenly, the dead trees on the cliff face moved.

Wan Qing was startled, stopped crying, and looked at the dead tree. A drop of dew-like water dripped down from the dead tree and hit the white bones on the ground, splashing a small flower.

A human face suddenly sticking out from the dead tree frightened Wan Qing to the ground, and she retreated again and again with a white face.

It was a woman's face, composed of countless thin branches of a dead tree, with a nose and a face, as for whether it was beautiful or not, I will not comment on it for the time being.

"Don't be afraid, girl, I won't hurt you. The long face said.

"Y-Who are you?" Wan Qing's hands on the ground trembled invisibly.

"I am the spirit of the tree of confession, and it was originally just an ordinary tree of confession, which was brought by my master and planted in the stone wall, and fed me with the essence blood. The face of the branch looked at the white bones below, and his tone was full of sadness, "The master told me before she died, that I should accompany her beloved on her behalf, and that she would not be lonely." ”

Seeing that this tree spirit was really harmless, Wan Qing became a little bold and slowly stood up.

The tree spirit said again: "Are you here to see Bailian Qingyang?"

Wan Qing nodded and asked cautiously, "Can you help me?"