Seeing that this person's emotional transformation was so fast, Blood Painting was also a rare strange person, and said with interest, "Benjun gives you three choices, the first is to guard the medicine garden for Benjun, and become Benjun's slave forever; The second is to return to Tianxiang Valley and continue to be your elder, but you must not take half a step out of Tianxiang Valley for the rest of your life, and wait for the judgment of this monarch at any time; The third is to fall into the devil and fall into the devil's way, with your own creation, if you can get the way in the future, this monarch welcomes you to seek revenge at any time. How about the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info? ”

Yin Xiu was stunned and looked at him blankly.

The river was still rushing violently, constantly whipping his face and body, his hair and clothes were all wet, he was like a white-haired old man who had fallen into the water, embarrassed, his face was full of wrinkles, and his old eyes were dim, which was extremely pitiful.

The choices given to him by the blood painting are actually dead ends, and being his slave is equivalent to losing his freedom for life, leaving him with no future and brightness. But when he returned to Tianxiang Valley at this time, how could he endure the contemptuous gazes of tens of thousands of people in the whole valley? How can you occupy the position of elder with peace of mind? Isn't that a joke by the other elders? His pride and pride would not allow him to make such a choice, which would be more embarrassing than letting him die. It is even more impossible to go to the Demon Domain, the cruelty and murder of the Demon Cultivator is not unknown to him, with his current cultivation of Qi refining, I am afraid that he will not live for a few days to go to the Demon Domain, and his bones will be gone.

After thinking about it a lot in his heart, Yin Xiu felt that following the powerful blood painting might be the only way out, and only in this way could he not be recognized by others, and he could also take the opportunity to find an opportunity to save himself.

After thinking for a moment, Yin Xiu gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and said, "I...... I choose ...... Choose the first one. ”

The corners of the bloody painting of the lips were hooked deeper and deeper, and it seemed to be the expected answer.

When Yin Xiu made up his mind to raise his head and see his expression, he immediately understood that he had been deceived again, he clearly did not give himself a choice, but forced himself to be used by him willingly, but even if he was willing, what good would it do him?

"Remember your choice, unless this monarch falls, you can only be my slave, and you will never be liberated." After the blood painting finished slowly, he looked at Yin Xiu's pig's liver-colored face, smiled slightly, stretched out his left hand to him, and rushed out a force from a silver ring in his hand, sucking Yin Xiu in it with a whoosh.

The ring in his hand is a space magic weapon created when he was idle, and it can also accommodate living creatures, but after all, he has not used it, after Yin Xiu inhaled it, the sky and the earth were dark, all around were dim gases, the smell in the air was pungent and unpleasant, the wind blew so that he almost stood unsteadily, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly shouted, "Master save me, save me!" ”

Hearing the sound of "master", the blood painting was very useful, nodded imperceptibly, and knocked on the silver ring unconsciously with his right hand, the world in the ring suddenly brightened, the dim and pungent gas dissipated, the blue sky and white clouds appeared overhead, but the feet were endless mountains, and the four fields were full of red Buddha mulberry trees in full bloom, a breeze blew, and the flower shadows were flying, and it was beautiful.

The sudden appearance of the beautiful scenery made Yin Xiu stunned for a long time before he looked up, but saw a Buddha mulberry tree, above a solemn and majestic hall, hanging the plaque of "Qingxin Palace", suddenly remembered that this scene was familiar, and then thought about it carefully, isn't it the Qingxin Hall of Luoxia Peak on Cangyun Mountain? Is that the place where they had tried their best to force her to become an immortal in Tianxiang Valley, the disciple of Cangyun Sect and Yuan Fengqing, grew up since she was a child?

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but it was better than living in such a harsh environment before, Yin Xiu sighed, looked down at his charred black legs lying on the ground, and asked helplessly, "Can you give me a wooden wheelchair?" ”

As soon as the words fell, he was already sitting on a wooden wheelchair, the huge wheels on both sides looked very flexible, and he was quite satisfied, but he thought that he would have to live in this place where he would not see the light of day from now on, and he would practice again day and night, and his heart was bitter.

After settling Yin Xiu's matter, Blood Painting raised his head, looked at the already dark sky, held his hands slightly, and after sensing Yuan Fengqing's position, his body was like an arrow, and he rushed towards the southwest with a whoosh.

At night, the small town of Xining is exceptionally quiet, and in a deserted and dilapidated temple on the outskirts of the town, only a few fireflies exude a cold light at the moment, reflecting the "Yuanfengqing" on a pile of weeds in the corner.

Her black clothes were torn in many places, her long hair was also disheveled, she was very embarrassed, and her face was unusually pale.

In the previous battle with Yin Xiu, she was also seriously injured, and at this moment she found this remote town and hid in the broken temple, but she was also afraid that Xianmen Zhengzong would take the opportunity to chase and kill him, so she had to restrain the aura on her body, looking like an ordinary woman in black sitting in the corner, with no aura around her.

When it was almost midnight, she suddenly felt some fluctuations in her breath, but she couldn't hear the slightest sound when she listened with her ears. But the Demon Lord Chongyun had always been cautious, and he didn't feel that it was his own sense of error, so he opened his eyes vigilantly and scanned his surroundings in the dark.

In the half-collapsed ruined temple, there were cobwebs and rats scurrying around, and on the dilapidated shrine lay a clay stone statue that had already lost its golden body, and the cobwebs and dust covered it with many layers, and a gust of wind blew, and the eyes were full of confused smoke and dust, and a few startled fireflies quickly rose into the air, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

In the grove outside the ruined temple, there was a rattling sound from the wind blowing the leaves, but there was no other sound.

Obviously, there was no one in Siye, but she still frowned, and asked in a deep voice, "Since Your Excellency is here, why don't you want to show up?" ”

As if in response to her question, another gust of wind blew, causing only half of the broken window to fall to the ground with a clatter, smashing many rats to flee in embarrassment, but it was also very lively.

But no one in the temple appeared, and the moonlight spilled in from the window, like a hazy light veil covering the entire ruined temple, adding a little warmth to the bleak night, and feeling less lonely.

"Yuan Fengqing" did not relax his vigilance because no one appeared, but slowly got up, and after searching around with blood-red eyes, he fixed on the pillar ten steps away on the right, the pillar was originally red, and the red paint had fallen off due to disrepair, and the mottled column was full of vertical and horizontal traces, as if it had been cut by someone with a knife, which was very dazzling.

A cold smile appeared on her face and she said, "How long do you want to hide?" You came all the way to chase after you, didn't you want to save the Yuan Shen of Yuan Fengqing? ”

As soon as the words fell, a figure appeared next to the dilapidated pillar, purple robe and black hair, and amber eyes glowing in the moonlight. His left shoulder leaned against the pillar, looking at the opposite "Yuan Fengqing" with a smile, and his low and magnetic voice slowly flowed in the quiet night, "Demon Lord Chongyun, more than 300 years ago, he was angry and turned his crown into a red face, and he had the ability to overturn the world, but his body was destroyed, and he had to be reborn with all his cultivation in the place of death, and only then did he break through the seal enchantment laid by the Ghost Emperor Feiyuan and reappear, should this monarch admire you, or should he laugh at you?" ”