Chapter Thirty-Eight: The White Lotus Turns Black
In the early morning, Leng Die, who was guarding in the mourning hall, rubbed his sleepy eyes, today's sun was very good, and people wanted to sleep warmly. It's just that the head of the sect has just passed away, and she doesn't dare and can't make a mistake in this spiritual hall.
Leng Die knelt on the futon, wearing linen clothes, and the sunlight shining into the mourning hall hit the linen clothes, reflecting the light that flowed down. Since the death of the head of the sect three days ago, Uncle Tao Yan ordered Quan Penglai to wear linen and filial piety to guard the spirit of the head of the green shirt. The head of the sect died at the hands of Qin Thirteen, the Holy Doctor of the Six Realms, and was hit by his most terrifying Thirteen Sword Moves.
The Soul Guard Elder cried very miserably when he said this, Qin Thirteen, the most ruthless was his Thirteen Swords. The Thirteen Swords of the Stygian Wood are actually just thirteen small swords that are less than five inches long. It's just that the material used for the small wooden sword has a lot of origins.
Originally, there was no such thing as a tree in the underworld, this strange tree was irrigated by Qin Thirteen's master, the Ghost Hand Medicine King Qin Poison, with a large number of worldly poisonous things, cultivated for hundreds of years, and refined by the Yuan Infant sacrifice of 999 cultivators. There is only one underworld tree in the entire underworld, which happens to grow at the entrance of the underworld, but it also blocks many visitors from other realms.
Stygian was born with a psychic mind, and he had to be irrigated with poison to survive. So, in exchange for a part of his branches, he signed an agreement with Qin Shisan. At the same time, in order to survive in the underworld, the underworld also made an agreement with the lord of the underworld: the underworld promised him a piece of land, and he would protect the underworld for the rest of his life.
So, with this trend, the Stygian became more and more powerful, and his branches became more and more domineering. The reason why it is said to be domineering is because of the immortal nature of the Thirteen Swords of the Stygian Wood. In this world, there has never been a weapon that can crush the attacking enemy, from the body to the soul, to the spiritual sense, and even the soul possessed by the body. Such a domineering function, except for the Thirteen Swords of the Dark Wood, there is no other weapon that can do it.
Qin Thirteen also had twelve Dark Wood Swords in his hand, one of which had already been inserted into the chest of the Qingyi Daoist, and he died with it. Each Stygian Sword will automatically shatter and disappear after completing the mission to kill the enemy. It is not only domineering towards its enemies, but also ruthless to itself.
Therefore, the corpse of the Tsing Yi Daoist gradually turned into a pile of ashes after an hour, and the bones were broken and bloody. What is placed in this mourning hall is actually just the ashes and clothes of the Tsing Yi Dao people, and there is no corpse at all.
"This Qin Thirteen is really cruel." Recalling the words of the Soul Guarding Elder, Leng Die shuddered, secretly sighing at the coldness of Qin Thirteen's actions. Even if the head of the sect is really possessed by the demon, can't he give the individual a way to die? The dignified generation of Penglai leaders ended up with no corpses, which is really embarrassing.
Leng Die doesn't have much reflection of the leader. In my memory, I only know that it was a very kind and strict old man, that is, he supported Penglai to let Penglai gradually develop, and the rest was gone.
Leng Die was sighing and sighing, and suddenly felt a shadow in front of her, she looked back, and saw Senior Sister Wei Bailian with red eyes. For some reason, Leng Die always felt that today's Senior Sister Wei was a little weird.
Why is Senior Sister here? Didn't she faint from crying? Leng Die looked back while curious, and asked with some hesitation, "Senior sister?" ”
Wei Bailian's face was very pale at the moment, and her single eyelids, which were originally single, looked dull and colorless. Leng Die called her timidly twice, but still didn't get a single response from the expressionless Wei Bailian in front of her.
"Senior sister, don't scare me." Leng Die was a little frightened, and stepped back step by step, stretching out his hands behind him, trying to secretly take out his sword. There was no way, the performance of Senior Sister Bailian in front of her was too abnormal, and Leng Die felt that she was very likely to be obsessed because of the loss of her father, and she went crazy.
"Leng Die," Wei Bailian spoke, she squatted down in pain, curled up, and whimpered, "Can you help me get a glass of water?" ”
Leng Die glanced at Wei Bailian, who was squatting on the ground, with a complicated expression, and blamed herself for being suspicious. Senior Sister Bailian is already like this, she is still suspicious here, she really shouldn't be!
So Leng Die immediately agreed: "Senior sister, you wait." ”
Leng Die trotted all the way to the small room on the edge of the mourning hall, took out a teapot from the table, poured a cup of water, and handed it to Wei Bailian.
Wei Bailian raised her head, and only then did Leng Die understand why she was so strange when she saw Wei Bailian at the beginning: Senior Sister Wei's pupils were gray!
Almost at the same time, Leng Die felt a chill in her heart, and she looked down to see that a beautiful and slender hand had penetrated her heart and inserted it into her heart......
"Senior sister, you ......" Blood overflowed from the corner of Leng Die's mouth, dripping on the ground and splashing a splash.
"I'm not your sister." Wei Bailian fiercely withdrew her hand from Leng Die's chest, holding Leng Die's bloody heart in her hand. She bloodily licked the remnants of blood on her hands and the heart that was still beating, her gray eyes shining with a reddish light, and she said.
Without Wei Bailian's support, Leng Die was like a puppet that had lost control, falling straight and unconscious, and still maintained that unbelievable expression before she died.
Wei Bailian threw her heart into her mouth, licked the corners of her mouth after swallowing it, sneered, and went towards the Penglai dungeon.
And at this time, the corner of a cloud dragon robe slowly appeared in front of Leng Die, who had just died, if she still had a little vitality left, she would definitely be extremely frightened: there was still a person here!
Ao Ziyu squatted down, and attached his hand to Leng Die's frightened face with an indifferent expression, staring at him. Leng Die finally closed her eyes and returned to the west with peace of mind. But Ao Ziyu looked indifferent, he stood up, looked at Wei Bailian who was advancing rapidly in the distance, and pinched the trick in his hand to divide the dead Leng Die's corpse into six.
"The Mind Eater Demon will get the power beyond the human world if you eat enough hearts of nine cultivators, you have been lurking for so long, and you did not hesitate to use yourself as bait, and now you have finally gained great power. Don't let me down, or you'll end up worse than her......"
Ao Ziyu's faint sigh disappeared in the mourning hall of the Qingyi Daoist, and the wind blew the brazier in front of the coffin in the mourning hall, blowing the paper money everywhere, and the strange aura filled the entire mourning hall. And Ao Ziyu had disappeared in the mourning hall, leaving only Leng Die, who was beheaded and corpsed, lying at the main entrance of the mourning hall with his eyes closed.
Late Apology Letter****
I'm sorry dear.,I've been out all day today.,Just came back with a time code word.,In order to apologize for the three more tomorrow.,~~~~(>__