There is always a shadow behind the sun, and there is always a place in the world where light cannot come. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The unique dark blue light source in the Phantom Cult is in the Spell Seal Formation, although they are not as warm and dazzling as the sun, they can still illuminate this place and help people see the way forward.

The bare rocky summit naturally forms an east-west fault zone, with six sacred pillars evenly distributed on both sides. To the north is the residence of the sect master and the left and right protectors, and to the south is the residence of the three soul masters. Most of the cultists live on the mountainside, and they mostly use spell seals to recreate spatial caves, and the scenes in the caves are strange, and there are no two rooms that are exactly the same. Catholics who have tasks or prefer to live outside the country are hidden in various cities across the country, such as the pianist.

Woman in a white cheongsam sits in a palatial European-style room with a vaulted dome painted with frescoes, and it's no exaggeration to say that it is a Western castle.

"You're still so fond of extravagant things."

"You still don't think so much about me." The woman smiled bitterly and took a sip of the white porcelain cup with a gilt rose pattern, "It's been more than twenty years, and the first time you came to me was for that slut." ”

"Don't say it so badly, okay?" The man kept his head down and tried to make his voice sound emotionless, but it was difficult to escape the sharp nerves of a woman.

"Hmph, she's been dead for so long, can't you forget it?" The woman got up, swaying her waist, her onion-like fingers sliding over the man's cheeks and swimming all the way to the neck socket. "It seems that I shouldn't have softened my heart and left that evil seed back then, I should have completely broken your thoughts!"

The woman's sharp nails cut through the man's skin, leaving a bloody streak. The man's fists clenched, the roots of his teeth creaked slightly, and his face was even more pale than when he first entered.

"Hahaha, I think I'm naturally beautiful, what kind of man I don't want, but I just fell in love with you." The woman laughed sadly, "Ridiculous! ”

"Jin Xi, I'm sorry for you." The man looked up at her, his eyes were full of apology, but the owner of that vicissitudes of life but could not hide his handsome face was Yuan Gu.

"You don't have to work in vain, no matter what you ask me, I won't agree."

In 1989, Wuling Mountain.

Heavy snow closed the mountain for several months, and the Wuyuanfang and Yunxiao Pavilion, which retreated into the mountain, quickly regained their combat strength, and Xuan Ming used the abundant water element to block several attacks of the Phantom Sect. In addition to Meng Tu, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Gu Gate Gu Master level only had Liu Fan and Luo Fu, who were a hundred-legged Gu and a palace guarding Gu, in winter, the Gu worms had poor cold tolerance and lost the advantage of attacking thousands of miles, Ouyang Mingyue could only organize the disciples with peace of mind and help Meng Tu raise the blood toad with all her might, this kind of aggrieved feeling that her fists and feet could not be used made her uncomfortable. On the other side, the Phantom Sect seemed to have no fear with the addition of the Left Protector Yuan Gu, just waiting for the spring breeze to turn snow and attack the Fog Spirit Mountain in one fell swoop.

In the past few days, Concubine Qin Yufei began to tense her nerves, and the faint unfamiliar smell in the air frightened her. The Phantom Sect has lived in seclusion for thousands of years, and although she has protected herself, she has not yet been born when she last got involved in strife, so she can't tell who the owner of the faint breath is.

"Sect Master, we haven't been able to find out the inside story on the mountain, I'm afraid there will be variables."

"Did Concubine Yu smell something unusual?"

The qualifications of the pianist are average, but the physique is special, the heir has a highly acute sense of smell since birth, and he can distinguish the ability attributes and level of the onmyoji without practicing soul power, and the range of identification of this ability will also increase as the soul power increases, this is the secret of the pianist, and only Yuan Xiao knows the lineage.

"Muslim Master." The smell came and went, and Concubine Qin Yu was not sure. "I didn't smell anything unusual, I was just worried that the big war was coming." She thought that the army's heart should not be shaken, and finally did not tell the truth.

"Then there's nothing to be afraid of, the Phantom Sect is here to protect the Dharma, so why be afraid of Xuanming."

The sun is scorching on the top of Wuling Mountain, the snow is dyed red, and the snow has begun to melt at the foot of the mountain, and the warm spring is coming soon.