Cold peak waning moon.

Du Fanglin took his subordinate Ba Confession, who had just failed to escape and looked like he had changed his mind, and once again set foot on the mountain where the lonely marquis of the civil and military crown lived in seclusion.

It was already the afternoon of the day, and it was about to be dusk. Hachien walked quietly in the shadow behind him.

The reason for choosing Tianya Lonely Son is that this person just happened to crash into Du Fanglin's hands. Second, people who are used to being killers naturally have a set of methods that can hide themselves in the shadows, which is just right to fill the void after the evil spirit leaves.

What's more, Ba Confession is still a smart person, and when he follows the Geography Division, he can identify people's hearts through flowers, and he has a talent for learning spells, which is not difficult to teach. The most important point is that his desire to pursue life is itself a kind of spiritual flaw.

Good control.

The owner of the cold peak waning moon is the opposite. Lonely Hou is strong-willed and has a perfect worldview, which can not only convince himself, but also others. For such a person, even if he has already obtained the relevant "strategy", it is a tough battle with a lot of brains.

"Speak human words."

After stepping on the waning moon of the cold peak, he looked up to face the gray-haired sage man in white clothes who seemed to dim the heavens and the earth with him, sitting alone in the small pavilion and carving wood with a knife. Du Fanglin didn't wait for the other party to cough lightly, and directly set the tone of the trip: "Do you want to join?" ”

- Come or die.

Everyone is happy to come, and he can find the most suitable collaborator for the next stage; Death is also normal, and who would allow someone who can see through most of the layout at a glance and have the means to intercept the most opportune moment from the destiny for their own use?

It's really possible.

…… However, in the past few days, Lin Que has made frequent moves, and he has already deliberately tied up the indigo feather wind lotus who walks in the martial arts to solve all kinds of "things that are scheduled to happen", leaving time for Du Fanglin to contact Leng Feng Wanyue.

Once shared a certain future of hardship together, Su Huanzhen must have noticed the lonely Hou of the cold peak and waning moon from his memory...... This time when he can "enjoy" the lonely Hou will be broken by a third person sooner or later.

So only a few days have passed, and Du Fanglin has come to the cold peak and waning moon again. When he is doing the right thing, he has never been dragged down by feelings.

Just right, the same is true for the Lonely Hou. After quietly listening to the words of the person opposite, the wise man in the grass pavilion put down the knife and the wooden figure.

The content of the communication between the two in the past few days has involved all aspects of martial arts, and it has also exposed some parts of each of the two sides.

Any one of these contents, once it is circulated, will be given to a third person - for example, the fragrant white lotus is true, this righteous leader who has always regarded the Central Plains Martial Arts as his responsibility, and has a lot to do with the Spring and Autumn Yan Lord in front of him.

Then the two people standing on the cold peak waning moon at this moment will have their future plans ruined. From his behavior, he can see his state of mind, and the lonely Hou is sure that Du Fanglin is the same as himself in a certain aspect, and he is not a person who will let go of the other party because of a trace of appreciation.

So this time, maybe it was when Leng Feng Wanyue was slaughtered. Just as the Lonely Hou learned from the secret passage, what happened to Yungu Thunder Peak. Just in case, he used clues to transfer the four extraordinary people who had not left an inch in the past few days away from his side, so that this person would not be in danger due to impulse.

"Ahem, ahem......"

Lonely Hou coughed lightly twice.

What is there to fear.

He can probably understand why Du Fanglin found him. Compared with the fragrant white lotus sages on the other side, at least the two of them can reach a tacit understanding in means and actions, so that things will not be unfinished and each other will be held back.

"So the Central Plains, is it all under your control?" Lonely Hou asked.

"It's something you need to think about." Du Fanglin said.

"So, what about the three sects?" Lonely Hou asked again.

"The tip of the iceberg."

"The deep sea beneath the iceberg is full of dangers. How do you make sure that the boat doesn't capsize in the waves? "Lonely Hou has also been to the beach and witnessed such monstrous waves. He thought that he had found a clue to his benefactor, but unfortunately it was an empty talk after all.

"It is bound by rivers and valleys, and trapped by mountains and cities. The reason why the wind and waves are monstrous is nothing more than because it is far away from the world. ”

The wind came from all directions, and then converged into a wisp in his sleeve, and Du Fanglin lifted the invisible constraint on the lonely Hou:

"A cultivator is also a human being."

The same is true of the three religions.

Therefore, unprofitable strife is always difficult to stop.

"You want to be the Orderly." Lonely Hou said.

"How, guide?" Du Fanglin asked.

"It's not in the plan, and its existence has nothing to do with it." Lonely Hou picked up the knife again.

"How long can you avoid it?" Du Fanglin stepped forward: "Can you tolerate geometry?" ”

One question and one answer, the position is reversed.

But the two basically decided on a cooperation agreement.

At the beginning, it was the lonely Hou who reminded Du Fanglin not to ignore the hidden thousand-year-old heritage of the three religions, and to use the wind and waves as a metaphor. Du Fanglin replied with the sentence that cultivators are also people, since they are human beings, they have weaknesses and concerns, and if they are involved in the red dust, the wind and waves will naturally be weak.

This is to trap the three religions with red dust, and try to use the three religions to control the red dust.

That's why there are "orderers" and "guides".

But it is the Lonely Marquis who really wants to make peace truly come and become the one who is in charge of the martial arts order.

Du Fanglin has no intention of this position, so there is room for cooperation. And then there is the reason to lead the lonely Hou into the game. Even if the three religions are not involved in martial arts disputes, they coexist in the same space after all, and the lonely Hou in the early stage can ignore the three religions and implement the plan, but he also understands that he can't avoid this organization after all. And this is the basis for the cooperation between the two sides.

Next, Lonely Hou will take over part of the command of the Spring and Autumn Linque, and succeed Du Fanglin to establish the first organization that truly belongs to the three religions in the world. And the Spring and Autumn Period will also support a thousand-year-old dynasty in the coming years, so that the Central Plains can achieve "unification" to a certain extent.

Du Fanglin sat down in the vacated seat in front of the lonely marquis.

As long as the two of them don't die, they will have time to discuss the process and methods, and they will always be able to find a way out in the future.

Lonely Hou: "Ahem, ahem...... How much longer can you stay here? ”

"There may only be a moment left."

"As you said in your letter, you exchanged the secret method of one person and three transformations from Su Zhenzhen's brain...... It seems that it did not work out. ”

"The emphasis is different, and I intend to integrate this exercise."

One person and three transformations are easy to use, but if you just want to borrow the principle of this exercise, cooperate with the condensation body that prompted Du Fanglin to really come to life, and other exercises applied to the soul, and create another condensation and incarnation method suitable for yourself, it will inevitably weaken the characteristics of one person and three transformations itself.

Lonely Hou began to carve wooden figures.

Du Fanglin closed his eyes.

At this moment, his spiritual consciousness entered a special space along its own connection with the realm of consciousness.

The space looks pure white, but when you look closely, it is made up of seven colors...... It's colorful white.

When the consciousness enters it, you can immediately feel the emotions coming from all directions, which are endlessly complex, extremely sharp and hateful, dark and full of negative pollution, and even more dangerous impact directed at the divine soul!

Every time he stepped here, all of Du Fanglin's negative emotions would come to his heart in an instant, and there was an urge to expand this space, completely occupy the realm of consciousness, and then let everyone in this world taste this nightmare in their sleep...... At first, he just wanted to take a little bit of the authority of the realm to facilitate the casting of spells, and he didn't want to really resonate with the sleeping Xuan Tapir in consciousness......

There was a familiar sound coming from outside the space.

Calm and slow, it calms the fluctuations of the space and keeps the turbulent colors in it in a certain balance.

'Thanks. ’

After the mental transmission, the illusory shadow of the divine soul collapsed in an instant.

In fact, it is a line of connection in the underworld, and all of them are submerged into the "other body" thousands of miles away, which has caused the incarnation to be solidified and unstable due to the time of separation.

……

So Youyan Zhengfu's old nest was outside the nest, located on the hillside next to the dark grove, and suddenly "Du Fanglin", who was a little disorganized, closed his eyes.

The killing in the woods has stopped.

He didn't open his eyes, keeping this posture, but a small ball of light containing consciousness flew out of his eyebrows, and quickly entered the woods.

Deeper, in the mysterious and dark building, is the nest.

When the ball of light enters, Michiko Ling Shenyo and his newly recognized companion Bow Shi Binchang also join forces to restrain an unidentified alien that looks like a human but is more like a dog. This dog ...... The filthy humanoid, whose limbs were pinned to the ground by special arrows that glowed with a hazy light, and a chain of golden spirit runes wrapped around its neck, struggled and roared as it drooled...... Ling Shenxiao snapped a talisman on his face, stopping this terrible countenance and continuing to plague the eyes of others.

The "dog" popped into the dust, and fell asleep with his eyes open.

"Finally got ...... done"

Bin Chang also moved his fingers, and with some resistance, he retrieved his arrows one by one, "What the hell is this, does the killer organization have no human rights?" ”

Ling Shenxiao: "Keep going." ”

After Daozi went through the things of the Alien Demon Realm, his psychological endurance was particularly good, no matter how ugly a dog is, can he be as ugly as a corpse tank, no, this is the difference between heaven and earth.

"Okay, okay." Bin Chang also carried the longbow diagonally on his shoulder, and half-turned his body, covering the traces of the divine light ball flashing in the darkness.

The two moved on.

There was no obstacle ahead, but there were more and more corpses and scattered weapons curled up into a question mark, and the traces of someone sweeping the road ahead were becoming more and more obvious.

Ling Shenya's intuition was wrong, and he immediately sped up. Chief Bin didn't say much more, and followed closely.

It's as if all roads lead to only one place.

When the two of them came all the way to the deepest part, they saw that in the last room, the bamboo curtain and veil that created a sense of mystery had been completely destroyed by the knife qi, and on the opposite side of the collapsed table, there were two people facing each other.

One of them is a silver-haired woman dressed in black with a scar on her face, and she is a knife plague. Hearing the sound, the knife plague slowly turned his head, and stared at the two young men standing at the door with a pair of blank eyes. Her hand was always steady, the blade of the incomprehensible knife stained with blood, and the sharp blade clung to the neck of the other.

The person on the other side of the face hidden in the darkness looked like a businessman, wearing a silver-white winged hat, and the tip was flattened by the sword qi, his expression was somewhat indescribably frightened and distorted, and the two mustaches on his lips trembled comically. This person is the mastermind behind the entire killer organization Youyan Zhengfu, and Jia Minggong, the master of the nest.

At the critical moment, Jia Minggong only had time to release the "dog" Bafang Yokono, who had not yet been cultivated by his subordinates, to save his life, and the rest of the superior killers, I don't know why there are so many tasks recently, and most of the masters are not in the nest. He had the heart to fight the knife plague by himself, but it was a pity that the killer weapon he raised was unable to lose contact last night, and the abacus bead in his hand was weak and powerless, and he was completely unable to fight against the indissoluble blade in the hands of the murderous and crazy knife plague.

The reason why he didn't die was only because at that moment just now, Jia Minggong tried to pry the mechanism to stop the sword plague from entering again, and tried to escape along the secret door behind him...... But it is very mysterious, it is clear that the mechanism has been opened to stop the knife plague killing knife, but the secret door seems to be suddenly stuck with the owner, and it does not open the escape path to Jia Minggong......

A certain ball of light hides merit and fame.

At this time, the knife of the knife plague was already on Jia Minggong's neck, and the murderous aura was as cold as the river water of the three ways.

Jia Minggong's spasmodic five fingers clasped the abacus that had lost the abacus beads, and his eyes turned sharply, trying to open a new path with words in the mortal situation.

However, at this time, a certain orb of consciousness has once again invaded the soul of the Knife Plague, reawakening the tragic image of the death of his mother's beloved son, who was rooted in the chaotic memory.

The knife plague slowly turned his gaze, and as soon as the knife moved, Jia Ming couldn't help but say another word in public, and the head had already left his neck at the moment of blood splattering......

"You...... Don't ...... "No!"

During this period of time, the increase in business, is someone moving the tiger away from the mountain? The loss of contact with hatred, and even the loss of control of the knife plague, someone wants him to die at this moment!

Before he died, he suddenly figured out everything, but his throat was separated from his lips and tongue, and Jia Minggong died without turning a blind eye, and he could no longer say the following words.