Under the night, the hazy moonlight sprinkled on the hair and shoulders, making the night cold and snow a little more psychedelic beauty, making Qu Fu's eyes more and more obsessed, but he shook his head with a wry smile, when the smoke and rain fell, his face was already indifferent, the wind was light and stood side by side with the night cold and snow, looking at the dark dense forest ahead, the sky was full of clear light for this to put on a layer of clothing, a little more quiet and leisurely, but so plain, like the clear water flowing through the heart, gentle but ethereal in the heart.

For his words, Ye Hanxue did not answer, nor refused, her eyes kept looking ahead, as if there was something that attracted her attention in the night, but as far as the eye could see, there was only a dark forest of nothingness, everything was so ordinary, only the dark shadow, with the power that seemed to devour the mind, but after all, it was just a dark shadow, floating gently with the shaking of the forest leaves.

Ye Hanxue retracted her gaze, looked at Qu Fu lightly, and said slowly.

"As a fellow disciple of the Immortal Sect, you will only be disgusted by being so secretive. After the words came out, Ye Hanxue looked at a big rock not far away, a white-clothed Mo painting was dyed and staggered, and the blood stains on the white clothes that had already dried up and scabbed were very eye-catching, and everyone was slightly or seriously injured in the battle last night, and the same was true of Mo painting, but at this time there was no anger in his eyes, and his eyes were full of confusion with doubts, looking somewhere, silent.

His eyes flickered, Qu Fu looked at it, but his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, Mo Hua, as a disciple of Changkong Peak, spilled blood in the sky last night was admirable, but the people who escaped were all stained with blood, and ......the killing intent was awe-inspiring! A look of disbelief, followed by a deep doubt, has not retreated until now.

"I'm disgusting, but he's even more annoying, isn't he?" Instinctively, Qu Fu sneered.

However, in the face of his words, Ye Hanxue was silent for a moment before turning around and nodding.

"You're right, he's more annoying. Turning around, where Qu Fu couldn't see, there was a touch of weirdness in Ye Hanxue's cold eyes, but it disappeared in a flash.

"What are you going to do?" Seeing that Ye Hanxue's footsteps did not stop, and he was about to return to the campfire, Qu Fu asked in a loud voice.

"There are some things I want to tell ......"

Before the words fell, the eyes of the two were condensed, and there was an inexplicable movement around the bonfire not far away, and the exclamation of the disciple surnamed Wang disappeared into his ears.

"Something's wrong, let's go!" Qu Fu folded the fan, the spiritual power between the palms and fingers flowed out first, and the night cold snow followed, but before leaving, his eyes looked back at the slowly floating shadow in the dense forest, his eyes flashed and he didn't know what he was thinking, but he turned around and left for a moment, without stopping for more.

Mo Hua was also alarmed by the sound, and his figure flickered and turned into a phantom, and after a few ups and downs, he disappeared into the place where the bonfire was, and this dense forest was filled with silence again, and the wind blew, and for about a moment, when a murmur echoed, it flew towards the campfire.

"There doesn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary. Judging by the person's clothing and appearance, it turned out to be Zhao Xihu, and he didn't leave safely until he was sure that this place was safe.

After another moment, the forest was still silent, but the dark shadow of the night that Ye Hanxue had looked at before was quietly floating, while the surrounding forest was silent, and the wind was still but moving, which was too weird, but there was only this dark shadow here, although it was creepy, no one saw it.

"At a young age, he has such a careful mind, these young people of the Heavenly Immortal Gate are really extraordinary!" This dark shadow slowly condensed, and a figure slowly appeared in the shadow, it was a person dressed in black, at this time, the man in black looked at the place of the faint fire with a deep appreciation in his eyes, and then turned into a deep killing intent in his pupils.

"Did that woman discover my existence? She has been looking at where I am since the beginning, and with her cultivation and age, it is unlikely that she will be able to find my trace. As he spoke, his figure slowly retreated, submerging into the darkness, disappearing all traces of it, along with the shadow that floated here.

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Beside the bonfire, the three figures suddenly appeared in front of everyone, but at this time, everyone's eyes did not fall on the three of them, whether it was the disciple surnamed Wang who was also a disciple of the Xianmen or the Buddhist disciple such as Jianming, I don't know when the Buddhist disciples who opened their eyes were all looking at the withered body in front of them with a sad face, with a little unbearable expression in their expressions, the compassion of the Buddhist disciples is known to the world, even if it is the Buddhist disciples who are the main purpose of killing, they also have relative compassion, even if the killing intent is extremely strong, but if someone dies in front of him, how can he be indifferentWhat's more, it is a blood and fire side by side, although I know it once, but it is also unforgettable.

It's a pity, the withered old Jiu's breath fluctuated violently at this time, his eyes were wide open, and there was no half luster on his face, but it was a return to the light, only the last moment of Shouyuan, about to go to Huangquan, looking at the worried eyes of a group of righteous disciples, Lao Jiu suddenly didn't know what he felt in his heart, maybe it was joy.

Demon cult demons have done countless evils, and he is even more so, killing people is full of evil, to a person like him, even if he dies, no one will pay attention to it for a moment, maybe he will only lament the loss of a loyal subordinate, as for his name, does it matter?

It doesn't matter! The people in the Demon Gate value nothing more than your cultivation and loyalty, if you don't have these two points, no one will even look at you more, this is the sorrow of the people in the Demon Gate, even if you die, no one will remember your name, so most of the time, the battle-hardened Demon Sect Demon Sect Demon doesn't even have his own name! Some are just a name, an honor obtained in endless battles, maybe this name will be the last evidence of existence in this life.

And now, some people will worry about themselves, although these people are only a brief meeting, and even after the meeting, they are still enemies, but there is nothing to blame, they have compassion for others, they have all the feelings that they have, they don't need to hide it, they don't need to be cold, they just need to be calm, it is everything they do, it seems to be plain, but it is the temperament of very few people in the Demon Sect.

Maybe the Demon Sect is very different from the righteous path, but the real difference is only the temperament of ordinary people, you can be sad for a person you have just met, you can work hard for a person you have not known for a long time, the difference between the righteous path and the demon path, maybe it is the temperament of this simple person.

"My life has been full of evil, I can't imagine that in the end there are still righteous disciples who care about me, this honor, I don't think there are many people in this world can have it! The old man is very satisfied, satisfied......" slowly opened his mouth and trembled to say these words, all his strength was exhausted, and finally closed his eyes with a smile, and his withered body lay quietly in the arms of the disciple surnamed Wang, quietly, and there was no longer the slightest life.

"As soon as you go to Huangquan with a smile, it can be regarded as a happy walk, and I hope that you will not be reincarnated in the next life and will not do evil things again. The disciple surnamed Wang lowered his eyes slightly, and sighed lightly.

"Amitabha, Lao Jiu donor, although I don't know your name, my Buddhism pays attention to the transformation of the soul, which will help your soul return to bliss, and there will be no more burdens under the pure land...... Several Buddhist disciples held their breath and stared. The light of the Buddha around his body was restrained, his face was solemn and his mouth was closed, and the passages of excessive scriptures slowly spit out from his mouth, turning into the light of the Buddha and attaching it to Lao Jiu's body, which actually made the smile on his face much gentler.

A figure suddenly flashed, and he was slightly stunned when he saw this scene, and Ni Cai walked to the side of the figure with some heaviness and said sadly.

"Senior Brother Xihu, he... He's dead. Saying this, Ni Cai burst into tears, making Zhao Xihu look at Ni Cai a little overwhelmed, not knowing how to comfort her.

In the end, Zhao Xihu landed his trembling palm on Ni Cai's shoulder, and Ni Cai also leaned on his shoulder, silently crying, his shoulders standing from time to time, sobbing, and even more sentimental, even if it was just a demon demon.

Feeling the tremor of Yiren sobbing on his shoulder, Zhao Xihu showed a heartfelt smile on his face, as for the demon sect demon, it had nothing to do with him, even if it had already entered the Yellow Spring and had nothing to do with him, and in his heart, he was even hesitating about what method to use to kill this person, but he never started.

At the end of the matter, next to the bonfire, a new grave of dry mound was quietly erected, a group of righteous disciples stood with their heads bowed, standing quietly in front of the grave, there was no monument, even if it was a wooden tombstone, a lifetime of seeing each other refers to a day and a night, not close friends and relatives, if the monument is erected, it is in vain, this is the custom rule of mortal dust, and it is also a wordless criterion.

"A person's death is like a lamp going out, let alone just a demon cult demon, and it is already benevolent and righteous to do this! What can be done if you are sentimental again? It is just that you are worried, it is better to look at the things in front of you carefully and then make other plans. Zhao Xihu's voice fell on everyone's ears very inappropriately, but everyone was silent when they heard it, Zhao Xihu's words seemed frivolous and meaningless, but in fact, they were detailed in their hearts, and after some thought, they could see that Zhao Xihu did not hesitate to deliberately turn everyone's sentimentality into hatred to stay in his body, and also to awaken their plans for the situation.

"There is one thing that I don't know whether to talk about or not. Ye Hanxue whispered beside him.

"Senior Sister Night Hanxue, but it doesn't hurt to say it. The disciple surnamed Wang glanced at Ye Hanxue with some surprise, obviously a little surprised.

Passing by the Mo painting without a trace, the night cold snow said slowly.

"I thought about it for a long time, but I decided to tell the story, last night, the last Yin spirit condensed in the Yin Spirit Vein, do you remember?"

"This ...... Naturally, I remember, what do you mean by that?"

"There are two people fighting this Yin Spirit, and one of them I have seen ......"