The turtle shell appeared, first like lightning out of the snake head, snake body, snake body wrapped around the turtle body several times, and then under the turtle shell stretched out the turtle head and turtle limbs, the snake head and turtle head up and down forward, snake eyes sharp, turtle eyes foggy, staring at the figure in front of them - He Ming. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The body of the turtle seems to be bulky, but the action is actually flexible, the turtle shell is hard, passing through the plum petals, like a withering and decaying, and falling in front of He Ming in the blink of an eye. The turtle's eyes were cold and high, staring at the figure in front of him, and rushing down with the momentum of thunder.

He Ming's face was pale, even if he had the Spiritual Bead in his hand, how could he deal with it? This Xuanwu form contains the breath left by the ancient divine beasts, strong and domineering, the snake stared at him, which had made his feet stiff and his head numb, and he had no strength to resist, only a pair of angry eyes were as round as copper bells.

Zheng Guan's thoughts turned, his left hand turned up, and he called out "white vine" in his mouth, pointing to the vine ring and suddenly swelling out a vine, shuttling between the plum petals, and wrapping around it before the snake's head rushed to He Ming's eyebrows.

The snake's head was pulled in the air and stopped, but the snake's tail wrapped around the vine, and with a slight force, it seemed to be able to throw out the other person at one end of the vine.

Zheng Guan's soul trembled at the cold eyes of the snake head, and he decisively ordered the white vine to cut off the vines to avoid being thrown out. The head of the snake turned back to stare at when, and the head as big as a human head rushed to when's head, the latter immediately burst out of his brain, and his body fell, and several blood holes were drawn out when he touched the left and right plum petals, and the blood kept remaining. The Xuanwu form also dissipated like smoke at this moment.

All this happened very quickly, from the Xuanwu form breaking the plum petal to He Ming's death, the Xuanwu form body dispersed for only one breath, and even the glimmer of the plum petal did not have time to dissipate.

Du Xi glanced at the things here, and everywhere he looked, the glimmer of light that had not had time to dissipate regathered and turned into plum petals to freeze in the air, as if nothing had happened.

"Why did Daoyou save this thief?" Wen Ziyan glanced at Zheng Guan deeply, although his tone was a little resentful, but also a little rational, he felt that this person's every move would never be useless.

"I have a grudge against Dunlunmen, but I don't know much about it." Zheng Guan replied.

The implication is that I wanted to spare this man's life so that I could find out some inside story about the Dunlun Gate. The implication seems to be to blame Aunt Ci for being too fast.

Wen Ziyan's originally suppressed heart surfaced again, and he started too quickly, which can be understood as "killing people and killing people". Thinking of this, his heart was troubled and could not be relieved.

"Childe, it seems that I have something bad to do, I hate it too much in my heart, so I will do it when I see the opportunity." Jiang Cixin looked at Wen Ziyan in her thoughts, and sighed, she coughed as she spoke, coughing her originally pale face into a flush, coughing until the corners of her mouth were slightly oozing blood.

Wen Ziyan shook his head, worry spread all over his face, and he once again denied his suspicion in his heart, "Aunt Ci don't mind, hurry up and straighten out your qi and blood." I didn't even think to ask for news from this mouth just now, I just thought that he would die soon. The hatred of extermination, no one can feel it. In the second half, he looked at Zheng Guan and said, as if he was firming up his position.

Jiang Cixin listened to the words, and the gloom on his face turned slightly to peace, and he no longer said much.

Zheng Wan didn't mean to target Jiang Cixin, she just doubted everything, after all, what Jiang Cixin did was indeed a little unreasonable in her opinion, but if it was named after the hatred of exterminating the clan, it seemed to make sense. She felt that her words did not reveal any tone or expression that was particularly aimed at Jiang Cixin, because she didn't care about these, but Wen Ziyan secretly compared with her three or four times, afraid that she had a suspicion in her heart, and this suspicion contradicted the emotions in her heart, so she asked her to vent.

"Wen Daoyou, do you know anything about Dunlun Gate?" Because she didn't care, Zheng Guan was at ease, she couldn't get some news from He Ming, so she hit Wen Ziyan with her idea, after all, their enemies are the same, and exchanging information is good for both parties, and although Wen Ziyan is emotionally childish, he is also an extremely rational person.

Wen Ziyan put aside the distracting thoughts in his heart, thought about it carefully, and shook his head again, "I don't know much, I haven't heard my ancestors mention it, if it wasn't for Aunt Ci telling me, I'm afraid I wouldn't even know who the enemy is." ”

"I know the Dunlun Sect, which is a double cultivation sect, refining ghosts and souls, holding soul beads, and summoning necromantic skeletons. He doesn't know the origin, but his appearance in the immortal cultivation world has been a matter of nearly a hundred years, and he has never acted in a high-profile manner. Although Wen Ziyan didn't know, Zheng Wan didn't skimp on what she knew, in fact, she felt that these things were just innocuous and almost everyone knew.

Wen Ziyan felt that he didn't know anything, but the other party said what he knew despite his rude behavior before, and he felt that this woman was more generous than him, and he was ashamed and good at the same time. I asked again what the Soul Bead is and what the Necromantic Skeleton is.

Zheng Wan has all the questions to answer, although the Tao is not exhaustive, but Wen Ziyan listened carefully, especially when talking about "dead air", he was even more moved, criticized this exercise as evil, praised its ingenuity, and finally secretly called it tricky.

Zheng Wan and Wen Ziyan were talking, suddenly heard a porcelain cracking sound of "click", raised his eyes to look, only to see Du Xi move with it, suddenly to a place, his body exuded a misty light, like a jade halo circle under the sun, shaped like nothingness, shuttling in the middle of the frozen plum petals, the thousands of plum petals passed through, and his body was not hurt at all.

The plum petal contains its spiritual power, which is created by Du Xi's method, and it should be said that Du Xi passed without injury, but in Zheng Guan's view, there is indeed an indescribable sense of disobedience.

Everyone looked at Du Xi's place, but thirty zhang away, it was the range of sight, only to see him standing with plum blossoms, the surrounding glow flowing, the eyebrows were crystal and light, the clothes were dancing without wind, just like Xuantian Xiansheng, his eyes were colorless, only looked in one direction, raised his hand, Mei moved with it, like the wind swept the leaves, surging and wrapped in a void.

Suddenly, a black light burst out from the gap between the plum petals, which was clear and dazzling in a light red, and the light red plum petals were dyed into ink silently, and finally turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into the air.

"The disciple of the plum blossom gentleman, the fruit is worthy of the name." His face was full of smiles, and his words were full of compliments, but also pious compliments.

Du Xi frowned, and the plum petals scattered in the air moved at will, rolling wildly again, drowning the smiling and immovable figure.

"Vision." When those plum petals dispersed the figure without a trace of hindrance, Du Xi settled on these two words, and then set his eyes on Zheng Guan.

Zheng Guan thought for a moment, "This person can see through my lame illusion at a glance, and he wants to come here to attain great attainments. Illusion has six dreams and eight stunts. Dreams are the opportunity of the entrant, and panic is the essence of illusion. Eight dreams and six dreams are not only eight illusions, containing the process of life to death, the one who creates this illusion is the one who makes life, it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and contains six dreams, that is, righteousness, stunned, thinking, sleeping, joy, and fear, which is to no one can not enter the illusion. ”

"You're saying this person was an illusion from the start?" Wen Ziyan was a little surprised.

Zheng Wan nodded, "If it weren't for that, would you be able to escape under Senior Du?" She looked up at Du Xi, "I'm afraid that this person's true body is far away from thousands of mountains and rivers, or even at the moment, I can't find a trace." ”

Du Xi slowly fell to the ground and did not speak.

"Dunlun Gate is hidden." Zheng Wan said another sentence at the end, and his voice was shallow and deep. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. )