A hint of fierceness flashed in Yuen Long's eyes, but soon this fierceness turned into fear. Of course, what frightened him was not the calm words of the comer, but the scene he saw in front of his eyes.

The white cocoon, which was wrapped in thousands of knots, suddenly protruded a little, revealing a finger as slender as a bamboo knuckle.

Not only Yuen Long showed a frightened look, but Xie Feng also did the same.

No one knows better than the two of them the power of the magic weapon of the Thousand Thread Knot, which is a magic weapon of up to the ninth order, which is made with the spider silk spit out by the ancient beast Thousand Faces Demon Spider, plus countless precious materials, and is refined using the secret method of the Listening Tide Pavilion.

Not afraid of the true fire of samadhi, not afraid of the flying sword blade below the ninth order, flexible and sharp, unpredictable, and the inextricable knots themselves contain poison. This poison can unconsciously affect the monk's state of mind, causing him to gradually fall into fantasy, and once the mind is lost, the trapped monk can only be slaughtered.

The magic weapon of the inextricable knot is powerful, once the Jindan monk is trapped, it is extremely difficult to escape, Xie Feng has never missed since he used this treasure.

As the guardian of the Pavilion Master, Yuen Long and Xie Feng had each obtained the same secret treasure of the Listening Tide Pavilion since a hundred years ago. Yuen Long obtained the blue phosphorus hand, which is also a kind of poisonous magic weapon, once the monk touches the blue flame on the blue phosphorus hand, the flame will immediately incinerate the opponent's primordial spirit, the monk who is hit by the blue phosphorus fire can be called life is worse than death, as long as the monk's spiritual power is not dry, the blue fire will not be extinguished.

After the spiritual power in the monk's body is burned out, the blue phosphorus fire will detain the other party's weakened Yuan Shen and return it to Yuen Long's hands, so that Yuen Long can perform the extremely vicious method of soul searching and soul destroying.

And now, Yuen Long's blue phosphorus hand did not work, and Xie Feng's inextricable knot was pricked by the other party's fingers, how could this not make the two of them shocked and afraid?

The finger that pierced the knot paused. Then straight down, in the sound of "poof", the white cocoon seemed to be cut from the inside with a sharp knife, and a young man about twenty years old with a delicate face but ragged clothes stepped out leisurely.

The young man's eyebrows resembled two thin willow leaves, his eyes were long, narrow, and the tails of his eyes were slightly upturned. The nose is like a gall. The lips are a little thin. He glanced at Yuen Long and Xie Feng with the tail of his eyes, his expression extremely arrogant.

"I just asked you, why didn't you answer?" The young man spoke slowly. The tone is gentle.

"You ......," Yuen Long said in disbelief, and just as he had just said a word, he was immediately interrupted by the young man.

The young man leaned over and picked up a mess of silk that was lying on the ground and held it up to the two of them: "Who's?" ”

Xie Feng's pupils shrank. The Thousand Threads Knot is made from the silk of the Thousand-Faced Demon Spider, which is naturally capable of powerful illusion attacks. The silk it spits also has the ability to hallucinate monks. Even he himself didn't dare to touch the knots directly with his hands, but this young man with a mysterious origin simply held the knots in front of his eyes with his hands.

Of course, just now this young man just pierced the knots with his fingers. Then the fingers cut through the thousands of knots and walked out, how could they be afraid of the toxicity of the thousands of knots?

But how did he do it?

Xie Feng and Yuen Long could sense it clearly. The young man didn't use spiritual power at all, and really grabbed the inextricable knots with his hands.

"Who's?" The young man asked again. The tone of his expression did not change, but Yuen Long and Xie Feng felt very impatient feelings from each other.

"Who is Your Excellency, the two of us are the guards of Ximen Chunqiu, the master of the Linhai Listening Chao Pavilion, dare to ask Your Excellency's honorable name?" Yuen Long clenched his fists and said in a deep voice.

With only the young monk's hands, he knew that he had encountered a strong opponent and wanted to find out the details of the opponent first.

The young monk tilted his head, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he muttered, "Ximen Chunqiu? I seem to remember this person, but I don't seem to remember it. But......" his voice changed, "whose are these broken threads?" ”

"It's mine, what do you want?" Xie Feng was questioned by him several times in a row, and finally couldn't help but admit it. However, he immediately used his spiritual power and secretly sacrificed the Dark Star Hammer to prevent the other party from suddenly attacking out.

Yuen Long and Xie Feng have been together for many years, and when they saw the look on his face, they understood his plan, and they also silently used their spiritual power, ready to join forces to flank this mysterious young man.

Who knew that the young man had no sign of making a move, and when he heard this, he nodded calmly, threw away the thousands of knots in his hand, and sighed: "Then it's no wonder, it's a pity that the phantom silk of this thousand-faced demon spider has been broken by your refining." ”

Yuen Long and Tse Fung looked at each other, not knowing how to react.

"Huh?" Out of the corner of his eye, the young man glanced at Ning Xiangzhi who was lying to the side, and said in surprise: "Isn't this Ning Xiangzhi?" What happened to him? ”

The young man said and took steps to Ning Xiangzhi's side, his posture was elegant, his expression was leisurely, if it weren't for the ragged and tattered green shirt cloth on his body, it would be a good fairy wind bone.

"It turned out that you were hit by the Soul Collecting Blood Curse, it seems that just now it was indeed you who touched the Wu Clan's teleportation array, and guided Ning Xiang to be directly hit by the Soul Collecting Blood Curse. Fortunately, after hundreds of thousands of years, the power of the Soul Suppression Blood Curse was not enough in the first case, otherwise Da Luo Jinxian would not be able to save him. The young man said slowly, as if he were stating a simple matter.

"Your Excellency recognizes Ning Xiangzhi?" Yuen Long asked.

The young man nodded, "Yes." ”

"Will you heal the Soul Curse and collect the Blood Curse?" Xie Fengqi said.

"I understand a little." The young man said modestly, but he had an arrogant look, how could he be modest?

"In this case, can you please treat Ning Shouza for one or two?" Yuen Long said tentatively.

Yuen Long and Xie Feng were also very helpless, originally thinking that with the cultivation and thunderbolt methods of the two of them, as long as they came out of the formation and were not monks above the Yuan infancy, the two of them could deal with it casually. But this young man's whole body is restrained, he can't see what realm it is, but the means are so tight, he can break Xie Feng's inextricable knots with one finger, how dare the two of them underestimate it?

In Yuen Long and Xie Feng's memory, unless the monks above the middle of the Yuan Infant are above the middle of the Yuan Dynasty, although they can easily cut thousands of knots, they are not confused by the poison of hallucinations on the spider silk. This young man is obviously the most powerful person at the very least.

Where did such a monster come from? He came from the teleportation array, and he must have known the method of opening the teleportation array of the ancient witch clan, and he must have found the huge treasure of the ancient witch clan. But. This person is so powerful, can he force out the opening method of the Ancient Witch Clan's teleportation array from his mouth?

Yuen Long and Xie Feng glanced at each other, the two had the same mind, and knew that this matter could not be done, so it was also a great achievement to simply report this matter to the sect. As for this mysterious monk in Tsing Yi, he has the power of the pavilion master to deal with it.

The young man smiled. The blade-like eyebrows were slightly raised. Leaned down and looked at Ning Xiangzhi and said, "I don't need your invitation, I was going to find Ning Xiangzhi and ask him something." Of course you can't watch him die. If you want to die, you have to wait until I finish asking. ”

He didn t care about the strange look on Yuen Long and Xie Feng's faces after hearing this, he stretched out his right hand and flicked his fingers on Ning Xiangzhi's eyebrows, and raised his hand. His fingertips brought out a trace of blood filled with evil spirits. Ning Xiangzhi's body trembled, and the cyan on his face lightened a little.

The young man snapped his fingers. The fingertips touched Ning Xiangzhi's eyebrows slightly, and it seemed that he was not strong, but every time he made a sound of gold and iron clashing. With every flick of his fingers, the cyan on Ning Xiangzhi's face decreased by one point. Until the cyan fades, the black fades again and again.

Yuen Long and Xie Feng looked at the dark bloodshot that was thrown aside by the young man in shock, and those bloodshots were like smoke and mist. Like small red snakes as thin as hair, entangled with each other. Wriggling into a ball.

The blood clump grew bigger and bigger, looking filthy, and a trace of palpitating cold power emanated from the blood clump, as if there was a greedy and evil snake in the dark, looking at the two of them with cold snake eyes.

Yuen Long and Xie Feng leaned together, condensing their minds to the extreme.

It was just a filthy dark red blood mass, but they felt an evil and cold power from inside, this power was so terrifying, it was as if they were going to swallow the two of them whole, greedy to the extreme.

Now, they finally realized Ning Xiangzhi's pain. These are just the dark blood qi that the young man didn't know how to use to extract from Ning Xiangzhi's mind, it was so terrifying, so how did Ning Xiangzhi, who was directly attacked by the Soul Gathering Blood Curse, fight against this gloomy force in his mind?

The young man flicked his fingers more than a hundred times, and Ning Xiangzhi's face returned to normal, and there was no blood ribbon on the young man's fingertips.

"Wake up!" He slapped the back of his hand Ning Xiangzhi's head, and shouted in a deep voice for the first time.

Ning Xiangzhi looked stunned, the eyeballs under his eyelids calmed down, his eyelids lifted hard, and finally opened his eyes with difficulty.

"Thank you to Master Qianyuanzi for expelling the blood in Ning's mind with a snap of his fingers, helping Ning to keep his soul, and rebuilding with grace, but in the future, he will be sent, and Ning will go to the soup and go to the fire."

As soon as Ning Xiangzhi opened his eyes, he didn't even see the person in front of him clearly, so he knelt down without hesitation and kowtowed to the young man in front of him to thank him. In fact, he has always been conscious, but all his mind is focused on fighting against the evil blood in his mind, where does he have the energy to pay attention to the things in the outside world?

The young monk used his magic powers to expel the dirty blood from his mind, so that he could have the energy to keep an eye on the outside world. This attention was not careful, and he accidentally noticed a person he desperately wanted to see. The senior brother of the Gusu Daoist, and the elder brother of the Gusu Daoist, the Qianyuanzi who died with the demon king two hundred years ago.

Although Ning Xiangzhi had always suspected that Qian Yuanzi was not dead, he was really sure that the other party was not dead at this moment, and he still appeared in front of him alive...... A cold sweat broke out on Ning Xiangzhi's forehead, he would rather guess wrong, Qian Yuanzi would have died a long time ago.

Yuen Long and Xie Feng were first startled by Ning Xiangzhi's movements, and then they heard the words in Ning Xiangzhi's mouth, and they only felt that the three words Qianyuanzi were familiar, but they couldn't remember them for a while.

Suddenly, a look of horror swelled up on both of their faces at the same time. They thought of where they had heard of Qianyuanzi's name, and it could even be said that the monks of the Linhai Realm had heard his name.

Because he's so famous, it's hard to think that he's not heard of it. Three thousand years ago, he alone set up thirteen Taiyi Water Gate magic arrays, relying on the thirteen Water Gate Arrow Towers, to block the demon beast Lingxi clan's plan to plunder the Linhai Cultivation Realm on a large scale. In that battle, he killed nearly half of the demon beasts of the Lingxi clan with water arrows in the sky, seriously injured the Lingxi Demon King, and caused a great loss of the power of the Lingxi clan, and returned to southern Xinjiang in advance.

On the most turbulent river surface of the Minjiang River, thirteen Watergate arrow towers that have stood for 3,000 years are like thirteen monuments, and the name of Qianyuanzi is firmly engraved on them. As long as the thirteen Taiyi Yuan Water Arrays are mentioned, no one can forget their founder, the Qianyuanzi of the Qingying Qianji Sect.

Yuen Long and Xie Feng were shocked at the same time, and a trace of abruptness flashed in their hearts. I see, it turns out that he is Qianyuanzi.

No wonder the method of opening the teleportation array of the ancient witch clan that he didn't understand, no wonder he was able to break the knot with one finger. It is no wonder that the two of them were frightened and inexplicable, and did not dare to attack first, but secretly prepared the strongest means to prevent him from breaking out and hurting people.

So many wonders show that Yuen Long and Xie Feng were shocked. This matter has been out of the control of the two, and the first thing they thought of was to inform Ximen Chunqiu, the master of the Chao Pavilion.

"No need to be polite." The young man asked straight to the point in a flat tone towards Ning Xiang, "Ning Xiangzhi, why did my brother die?" ”

"This ......"

Yuen Long and Xie Feng both raised their hearts, the two of them were originally Linhai monks, and they heard the conversation between Ximen Chunqiu and Ning Xiangzhi with their own ears, how could they not understand the cause of death of Gusu Daoren?

The Gusu Daoist died at the hands of Mo Mei and the Black Crow Old Monster and the Lei brothers, and these four people were killed because they obeyed the silver-red sword order of the Chao Pavilion. Therefore, if Qianyuanzi wants to find the murderer, these four people will definitely die, and Tingchao Pavilion will definitely be regarded as the first murderer.

The two of them are the personal guards of Ximen Chunqiu, and they are also one of the elders of Tingchao Pavilion, after Qian Yuanzi knew the cause of the incident, he must have been the first to kill them.

Thinking of this, the two of them looked at Ning Xiangzhi in unison, and the four lines of sight were like sharp blades, eager to poke Ning Xiangzhi directly out of a few holes.

Ning Xiangzhi stood up, felt the four fiery gazes on his back, and replied in a respectful voice pretending not to know: "Uncle Shi, you are late, Gusu Daoyou has suffered misfortune, and you can't be rescued in the next place, and you regret it to the core." ”

The expression on Qian Yuanzi's face did not change in the slightest, but he asked lightly: "I know that I am late, I saw from the Qingming Mirror that my junior brother was killed by several Linhai Prefecture monks, so I came out of the customs." ”

Yuen Long and Xie Feng looked around, ready to flee at any time.

"Uncle Shi, don't you know, although it was a Linhai monk who killed Gusu Daoyou, it was a misunderstanding. It's a long story, and the uncle is not anxious, so he will slowly talk to the uncle. Ning Xiangzhi said stiffly.

Qian Yuanzi stroked the hem of the green shirt that was as tattered as a strip of cloth, sat down cross-legged on the spot, and looked like he was listening: "It's okay, you can speak slowly." (To be continued) I580