Shen Bujiao only felt a basin of cold water poured down from his head, and the chill was in his bones, but he was surprisingly calm, "Why?"

The sword body of the Peerless Cloud Sword hummed, and the faint blue light looked particularly strange in the secret room.

When Xing Yi and Shen Bujiao stepped into this room, the door had already been closed, and the whole room was more like a secret room, opaque, airtight, and completely enclosed, like a prison, bringing an indescribable sense of depression to the people in it.

Wen Xianyu made tea on the table and beckoned to Xing Yi, "Xiao Yi, come here." "The cozy male voice is like the rising sun, indescribably gentle and easy-going.

Xing Yi was stunned, looking at Wen Xianyu, whose face had not changed and his temperament was still the same, he finally took a step and sat next to Wen Xianyu.

"You sit too. Wen Xianyu sat in his position, his demeanor was elegant, his square was extraordinary, and his moon-white robe shone with a hazy halo.

Shen Bujiao sat opposite Wen Xianyu in silence, Wen Xianyu looked at Shen Bujiao, his green clothes were like clouds, his eyebrows were picturesque, and his back was straight like pine, which reminded him of the green bamboo after the rain, tenacious, ethereal and indomitable, and had its own rugged and arrogant bones.

Wen Xianyu clasped his hands together and asked, "The task given to you by the Hades King is to investigate the reason why Monk Futong does not enter the Nine Shadows?"

Shen Bujiao raised his eyes to look at Wen Xianyu, his face was expressionless, and he said coldly: "Isn't it for you?"

Wen Xianyu nodded, "Yes, are you willing to do things for the Hades King......?" Trust him?"

Shen Bujiao's light gray eyes stared at Wen Xianyu, his eyes were clear and frightening, "I don't believe it, but I want to know the truth." ”

Shen Bujiao leaned forward and looked at Wen Xianyu, "Where did the soul that was sucked away by the Xuanji Pagoda Formation go?"

Wen Xianyu raised his eyebrows and looked at the Jueyun Sword that was placed on the table by Shen Bujiao, "Why don't you do it?"

Shen Bujiao came in with a sword, who would believe that she didn't have the intention to do it?

Shen Bujiao's face was cold, and his face was frosty, "I'm asking you." For Wen Xianyu's behavior of playing Tai Chi, Shen Bujiao felt very unhappy, and his heart was already accumulating anger and depression that had nowhere to vent, and at this moment, his face was gloomy and dripping water, and the Jueyun Sword was buzzing and the sword was roaring, and the cold sword body seemed to hide endless coldness and desolation.

Wen Xianyu stared at her for a long time before sighing faintly, "I've known this secret for more than four hundred years. ”

Shen Bujiao: "Four hundred years ago, you resigned from the first seat, has something to do with this matter?"

Wen Xianyu's eyes were lowered, his thin lips were pursed into a line, and he was silent for a long time, longer than the last time, "Yes." ”

A word seems to have a thousand gold weights, and the difficult one seems to be squeezed out of the teeth.

Seven hundred years ago, who didn't know the first seat of the Heavenly Council, Wen Xianyu?

Gentle as jade, the breeze and the moon seem to be born for him, with hills and valleys in his chest, and his eyes on the stars, even if he sits in the first seat known as "either offended people, or on the way to offend people", Wen Xianyu's good popularity is also famous.

Who made Wen Xianyu strong, good-looking and temperamental, and his heart like a child!

There is no doubt that the first seat of the Heavenly Council is at the center of the whirlpool of power, and it has been fighting with various forces all year round, you have your considerations, I have my position, and they can't convince each other, and no one wants to convince each other.

The first seat is synonymous with "scapegoat", "courtesan", and "backstabber", Wen Xianyu has been sitting in this position for three hundred years, conscientious, and does not dare to relax for a moment.

At that time, Wen Xianyu thought that his whole life would be like this, facing the intrigue and defense, the despicability and sinister of hiding the knife in his smile, and the mutual voyeurism and probing between people, this kind of life made him very tired, but he was also willing to eat.

Serving the floating tong and guarding the peace of the floating tong is his way.

It wasn't until many years later that looking back, the years of intrigue in the Heavenly Council turned out to be the best time in Wen Xianyu's life.

On that day four hundred years ago, he accidentally bumped into the Nine Shadows, only to find out that there was really an underworld in this world, and before he could rejoice for a long time, he was introduced to the Hades Hall by a ghost official named Judge Cui, and met the Lord of the Nine Shadows, the Hades King.

The king of Hades received him in the temple for a long time, but he really said very little to him, except to show him some information, and these materials were all about Ukikiri.

At that time, Wen Shouza's heart was horrified as if it were a stormy wave, and after staying in the Heavenly Council for so many years, he naturally knew what these data meant, and even the meaning behind the data, he was also clear.

Wen Xianyu returned to the human world from Jiuyou with a shocked and angry mood, he would never have thought that Futong, who seemed to have been quiet for many years, would hide such a treacherous wave and cloud, and Wen Xianyu, who had always been gentle and gentle, made a dead effort to track down the disappearance of the soul of Futong monk.

He didn't have the luck of Shen Bujiao, he went directly into the Xuanji Pagoda where the secret was hidden, and he didn't have a pair of ghostly eyes that could see ghosts, but the Hades still gave him a magic weapon that could detect soul fluctuations.

Wen Xianyu spent decades, according to clues, collecting information everywhere, all of which he secretly investigated, and he didn't dare to let others know that Futong had such a terrifying organization that could intercept the soul of a monk.

Yes, organization, Wen Xianyu thought it was an illegal organization, and hated it in his heart.

This realization made him completely collapse the moment he learned the truth.

"Truth...... What is it?" Shen Bujiao's tone did not fluctuate at all, and Xing Yi crossed his fingers with a nervous expression.

Wen Xianyu said with difficulty: "The soul of the monk collected by the Xuanji Pagoda is used to repair the ...... of the floating tree Enchantment. ”

"Whew-" Shen Bujiao's heart was shocked, his sword pointed at Wen Xianyu, the blood on his face quickly faded, his lips trembled, and his eyes were full of shock, "Evidence!"

Xing Yi was stunned on the spot, stunned, and when he came back to his senses to see what Shen Bujiao was doing, he took out a majestic spiritual power in his hand, and hit the Jueyun Sword directly, Shen Bujiao's wrist turned, and the sharp sword vaporized to Xing Yi's blow, and the sword qi was as sharp as a blade, cutting off a tuft of his broken hair.

Xing Yi was shocked and then angry, his eyes were red, and he roared: "Shen Bujiao, you actually did it to me!"

Shen Bujiao glanced at him with a flat face, "I'm asking him." Her gaze turned to Wen Xianyu, "I said, evidence. ”

Wen Xianyu rubbed his ten fingers, signaled Xing Yi with his eyes not to be impatient, not to be impulsive, and turned a blind eye to the sword blade of the Peerless Cloud Sword, which was only an inch away from the tip of his nose, and his tone was steady, "What I said is true." ”

"Two thousand years ago, ninety-nine Dao Masters all fell overnight, repairing the already damaged Futong Enchantment, you don't know this. ”