Now, as long as he hides his aura and avoids the people of Shushan, the fairy sword or something......

Don't worry too much about it.

The man had long found that the fairy sword and Shushan were not one, the former seemed to be just performing their duties, and the others had nothing to do with it.

Although it is a little strange, this is the status quo between Xianjian and Shushan.

Otherwise, he would have died a long time ago, how could he survive by relying on a wisp of remnant soul to survive until now.

Although he has been discovered by the fairy sword...... But the people of Shushan didn't know, and it could be seen from the fact that he could escape from the sword mound safely, and Lihuo Hongya didn't care about this matter.

[There is no fairy sword in the way...... Thinking about a Shushan ......], the man smiled.

There are fears, but also some happiness.

With his current "half-dead" appearance, if Fairy Sword really fulfilled his duties...... The moment he fled, he was already dead, and unlike the previous physical destruction, this time if he was killed again......

Then it is really immortal.

This kind of thing, the predecessors of the demon clan naturally explained it clearly to him, and after weighing the pros and cons, the natural anger of the demon clan made him choose to bet this time.

If you don't live, you die.

The result was that he won the bet.

Lihuo Hongya ignored him.

The red light flashed, the sharp blade came out of the sheath, and the Mo Yuan sword was pulled out of the rock, trembling in the air for a moment, and then stabilized the body.

Although he can't get rid of the magic sword, after being the master of Mo Yuan for so many years, and now he is in the state of "Sword Spirit", the man can already easily control Mo Yuan's actions.

It's just that by his power of action...... It's not enough to leave the Shushan Sword Sect, and you will definitely be discovered halfway through the escape......

Although he used to be strong......

But the man didn't think that a sword could match a venerable one.

However, his hidden skills are all top in the Demon Realm, and I believe that no one can discover him, not even those Venerables......

Let alone.

He is not blind, and the sword intent of the East is naturally clear.

Come to think of it, something happened to the fairy sword.

Otherwise, how could the enchantment be loosened?

Thinking of this, the man smiled, he had always been afraid of the hated immortal sword, but today he helped him to involve the main force of Shu Mountain, otherwise if there was really a Venerable guard at the entrance.

Then he will be thrown back into the sword mound immediately.

"Hahaha!"

After the laughter, the depressed air in the man's chest was swept away.

This big gamble was won by him, and he won it completely.

After leaving Shushan, he had his own way to regain his strength......

Then the Terrans will know...... What is the real Demon King.

Right now......

The man closed his eyes, searching for something.

[Three? 】

When he opened his eyes, the man's face was full of surprise.

This is a huge sword pavilion...... There were only three living people's breath.

What he didn't know was that because Venerable Ye was in charge of the sword testing platform, the Sword Pavilion had already gone to the pavilion at this time, and most of the Sword Pavilion disciples gathered at the Battle Sword Cliff.

At this time, there were only three people still in the Sword Pavilion.

The unconscious Yun Xiao and Le Zheng are in the court, and there is a girl who is consulting the Sword Sutra.

[Hurry up......]

Although I don't know why there are so few people, this is a Venerable Lord's territory after all, and if you wait for him to come back, it will not be easy.

Now he has held up the enchantment, which can block Mo Yuan's breath, this is because the Venerable is not there.

Otherwise, to open the enchantment openly and openly is to die.

For the problem of demonic energy leakage...... The man didn't care, not to mention that the enchantment could absorb demonic energy, and it was impossible to leak it.

Just because the human race was slow to react to the demonic qi, he could rest assured that all he needed to worry about was the exposure of the aura of the Moyuan Sword.

After all, this is a sword sect, and it always has a special sense of sword.

And the man's idea is very simple, as the artificial "sword spirit" of the Moyuan Sword, it is very simple to leave Shushan.

Confess the Lord.

Just confess the Lord.

Mo Yuan recognizes the master, and he can survive with the help of the host's sea of knowledge.

This is what is often referred to as possession......

As for the possession......

Hehe, he is not a sword spirit in the real sense, and when he enters the sea of knowledge, he doesn't do what he wants.

Giving away is also a matter of thought.

And because of the peculiarities of the magic sword...... It is possible to forcibly confess the Lord.

[Speed up......]

The man thought as he manipulated the Moyuan Sword and slowly flew towards the nearest breath.

That's the direction in which Le Zheng is falling.

……

Inside the cave, Venerable Ye closed his eyes tightly, and while appeasing the fairy sword, he searched for Lu Aya's whereabouts in other places.

Because the snow has expanded, it is now more difficult to find.

He didn't notice anything unusual about the Sword Pavilion.

……

Lingxue has enveloped the entire Shushan Sword Sect, white mountains, white water, and white stegosaurus.

A snow-white patch.

At this time, in the corner of Shushan, in a thatched hut, the young man in white pushed open the door, and at the same time held a big stone table in his hands.

Walking is a bit funny.

He put the table in the courtyard against the heavy snow and took a few big breaths.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, the young man made two more trips, and after that, there were two more stone benches next to Shi Zhuozi, and a "bowl"-shaped object was placed on the table.

If you look closely, there are lines on the stone table.

It's like a chessboard.

At this point, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and in less than a minute, the table was already wet, and it looked like it was about to snowflake.

"Old thing, can you hurry up, grinding to death!" At this point, the young man sat down on the spot, spreading his hair, his black hair fluttering in the wind.

Although he said vulgar language, but in the young man, there was a sense of dust.

"It's coming, it's coming, what's the hurry, ......" At this time, a rickety figure slowly came out of the thatched house.

He carried a hat and a coat of clothing.

This is an old man, with a pile of wrinkles on his face, white hair and dirty hair that looks like he hasn't taken care of for a long time, and the appearance of an old man is the same as that of an old man in the world.

He seemed to be very afraid of the cold, and when he went out, a cold wind blew, and the old man shivered unnaturally.

"Old decay is already in the last years, and it can't compare to you young people......" The old man slowly walked to the stone bench and sat down, and said.

“……”

His slow appearance made the young man angry at the sight.

"What are you pretending to be dead, speaking of which, you are still a few years late for me, now show me this?" The young man arranges his chess pieces and chirps.

"It's you who called Lao Yu [Old Thing], and Lao Yu is just playing this role well." The old man laughed.

"Lots of nonsense." The young man shook his head, then said after catching a snowflake.

"With such good weather, it's a shame not to have a few plates."

"It's been a long time since there has been such a big snow in Shushan......" Hearing this, the old man nodded.

“…… Last ...... Was it hundreds of years ago? Forget it, I'm too old to remember. ”

"But the idea of playing chess in the snow is good, and I think I should be able to win today."

Looking at the old man's shaking head, the young man picked up a chess piece with disdain.

"Want to win me? You're still a little tender......"

"Well, yesterday I won." The old man reminded.

“…… It's just half a child, it doesn't count. The young man was stunned for a moment, then waved.

"Why doesn't it count...... Half of the day is counted, but if you win, you don't count? ”

"It doesn't count." The young man nodded, then diverted from the subject.

"I said old thing, this snowy ...... It's not ordinary. ”

"I can't see that you and I are really old and dead." The old man took off his hat and wiped his sweat before saying.

"......" the young man was speechless: "What do you think?" ”

"Thoughts?" The old man wiped his frozen red nose, then looked into the distance and nodded in two directions.

One is the direction of Lu Aya at this time, and the other is the Sword Pavilion.

"This, and this ......"

"Which one do you want to care?"

"Ahh As he spoke, the old man sneezed and burst into tears.

"Yes, someone will handle it." Hearing this, the young man nodded first, then shook his head and said, "Old thing, can you not be so sloppy, disgusting to death." ”

"Play chess, play chess ......"

A moment later, heavy snow covered the thatched hut and also covered the inconspicuous corner of Shushan.