Cen Duxiao regained her composure and withdrew her Aoki sword, "Yours is real?

Xia Liancheng trembled (shēn), looked at the sword around his neck and paused, and said: "The Spirit Lord asked me to bring Feng Gongzi over to see him, the lifespan of your fellow disciples is too short, the Spirit Lord can't look down on it, they should just be locked up......"

Hearing that Yi Shugui and the others had a chance of surviving, Cen Duxiao was surprised and delighted, and after thinking about it, it was wrong, she grabbed Xia Liancheng's shoulder and asked, "What do you mean?

Xia Liancheng only felt a pain in his shoulder, he was already scared of this girl, and said weakly: "I can only look at a rough idea, it really doesn't grow ......"

Cen Duxiao asked anxiously, "Then what will they die for, and for what reason, and when?"

Previously, Xia Liancheng could see that her life was not long, and it was true, she suffered from soul leaving disorder, and she would be completely lost after leaving her soul in the future.

She wanted to ask why, and prevent it from happening.

Xia Liancheng shook his head: "I can only tell the approximate length of a person's lifespan, and I can't judge the exact cause and time of death." ”

Cen Duxiao squeezed his shoulder again, "Really?"

"Painful ......" Xia Liancheng screamed repeatedly, "There is no lie!"

Feng Yi Chao Cen Duxiao nodded, "He didn't lie, sparing life and death is an opportunity, and the Devouring Yuan Spirit can't be an unpredictable prophet." ”

Cen Duxiao silently let go, in just one day, she had experienced two great joys and sorrows, and at this moment she fell into a deep uneasiness and worry again

She couldn't imagine how she would face the person she cared about if she died in front of her, she might go crazy and uncontrollable like she had just done.

Xia Liancheng gritted his teeth, covered his shoulders, and hid the hatred in his eyes.

He noticed that when Cen Duxiao started to kill, Feng Yizhi didn't kill anyone, with his cultivation that he could come and go freely in Weiyuan Village, why would he be so cautious in making moves, as if he was afraid of hurting them.

He could have taken advantage of this to escape, how could he be willing to go back and confess his crimes to the next person, he now had a thousand years of life, and he couldn't afford to fall short at this time.

In any case, he is going to give it a try.

He rolled his eyes, pretending to be frightened, and led the way for Cen Duxiao and Feng Yizhi in front.

While leading the two out of the Zhuang Yan Temple, he said lightly: "I still look at the two of you, the miasma of this Weiyuan Village will be weak if you inhale it, and your limbs will be sore, and you two can move freely without the antidote of the Spirit Lord, it's really not easy." ”

"The antidote?

Cen Duxiao and Feng Yizhi glanced at each other, if there was an antidote, they could save the villagers of Weiyuan Village.

Xia Liancheng said proudly: "That's nature, the spirit lord is omnipotent." He threw his hand to the side.

Cen Duxiao was speechless, it seemed that this Xia Liancheng had reached the point of blind worship of the Yuan Devouring Spirit.

"Since there is an antidote, why don't your spirit lords reward the antidote to the villagers who offer incense to him?" Cen Duxiao snorted coldly, "Isn't your spirit lord still known as Immortal Venerable?"

Xia Liancheng became more and more relaxed, without a look of fear, and said: "How can it be, the antidote is coagulated by the spirit lord with his blood, there are so many villagers in Weiyuan Village, how can the spirit lord take blood for them (rì) (rì), and it is already a great gift to give them longevity." ”

Cen Duxiao said suspiciously: "The blood of the Yuan Devouring Spirit can cure the poison of this miasma?"

Feng Yi Dao: "This miasma has no effect on the Yuan Devouring Spirit, an alien outside the Three Realms, so others can't find this place, they can." ”

Feng Yizhi held Xia Liancheng hostage, and the three of them walked towards the fog behind Zhuang Yan Temple together.

Xia Liancheng's heart was damaged by Cen Duxiao's blow, and his body couldn't lift up a little strength, so he took advantage of the conversation with the two to distract their attention, and quietly adjusted his internal breath.

As soon as his (shēn) stepped to the side, he was noticed by Feng Yizhi, and the sword on his shoulder was closer to his neck, and his neck had been cut with a shallow blood, just a few millimeters away from his throat.

Feng Yizhi's cultivation is unfathomable, and it seems that only the Spirit Lord can clean him up.

But he may have been killed just now, what does this mean?

Xia Liancheng was thinking about a strategy in his mind, and then he heard Cen Duxiao ask, "Then do you know where this miasma comes from?"

He replied honestly: "The spirit master comes from outside, this has been broken several times, and there will always be some unknown miasma falling from the outside. ”

Feng Yizhi's expression was stunned, thoughtful, and muttered, "Outside?"

Could it be that the mountain is not falling and the sacred wood of five hundred years ago......

Cen Duxiao was confused, could she still lower the miasma?

She asked, "Then why does this miasma come and go?"

"Who knows?" Xia Liancheng smiled indifferently, "It is precisely because no one knows where the miasma comes from that it is rumored that Weiyuan Village has been cursed by the gods. You keep saying that the Yuan Spirit is a monster and disdain to be in company, but the Spirit Lord has saved many people in the village, and what about the gods that we immortal cultivators have always respected? Where are they? So, no matter who you are, as long as you can really help people realize their wishes, it doesn't matter if they are gods, demons, or monsters. ”

Although Cen Duxiao despised Xia Liancheng's vicious act of mutilating his fellow disciples, he was powerless to refute his words, which was the reality.

The biggest wish of the villagers of Weiyuan Village is to die like a normal person, and the devouring spirit satisfies the ** in the hearts of people, what is not God for the villagers?

What's more, the price is as simple as catching Jiao.

She began to believe that the Zhuang Yan Temple was built by the villagers for the devouring of the Yuan Spirit, and it was not useful to pray for God and worship the Buddha before it was useful to worship the Devouring Yuan Spirit, who would still be willing to respect the true god.

Xia Liancheng took the two of them to a cave and pointed inside, "The Spirit Lord is inside, let's go in." ”

As soon as the words fell, Xia Liancheng suddenly met Feng Yizhi's sword, allowing the blade to slash across his neck, and the left side of his neck was dripping with blood.

Feng Yi was startled, and immediately withdrew his sword, and used his sword (shēn) to knock Xia Liancheng out, while quickly pulling Cen Twilight's hand.

Xia Liancheng clutched the wound on his neck, steadied his steps and did not fall, he endured the pain, quickly pinched his sword, jumped (shēn), stepped on the sword (shēn) and walked away, and the sword light quickly disappeared into the black mist Zheng

The cave was slightly three or four meters deep, and Cen Duxiao fell into the bottom of the cave, and she immediately looked up, but found that the cave had no entrance, and there were stone walls on all sides.

"Yizhi!" she shouted, but no one answered.

The cave is impermeable, like an isolated space, and like a cage. There is no trace of cold air outside, but it makes people feel unbearably dry.