"yes, that's what I wondered about. I wonder if he could have used a spell to change his old face so that he wouldn't reveal his true appearance?"

Cang Wunian frowned, "Maybe it's possible." But now is not the time for us to care about his appearance. If he really did something to get us here, the problem might be a little tricky. ”

Painting Allure fell silent, no matter what the other party's purpose was, but in terms of the fact that her and Cang Wunian's mana was negligibly weak, this should be regarded as the most dangerous situation they had encountered since embarking on the journey to find the treasure needed for the painting soul.

The two of them are now like two lambs waiting to be slaughtered, facing an unknown and powerful opponent, it seems that there is no other way to go except to sit and wait for death.

Suddenly, Hua Chengcheng felt that something was trembling slightly in her arms, as if she wanted to give her some warning.

"What's wrong?" Cang Wunian obviously also sensed the abnormality on Hua Chengcheng's body.

Hua Chengcheng left Cang Wunian's embrace, reached out and touched the inside of his robe, and soon felt the source of the trembling - the Soul Snatcher Banner.

Touching the darkness, Hua Chengcheng took out the soul snatching banner that had been kept close to him in his arms, and carefully unfolded it to hold it with both hands.

The black Soul Snatcher Banner and the dark cave are simply integrated, and if it weren't for the touch in your hands, you wouldn't be able to see the clues with the naked eye. But soon, the Soul Reaver Banner broke away from the palm of the painting and slowly floated into the air.

The Soul Snatcher Banner slowly expanded, and a faint phosphorescence appeared on the surface of the flag, and the phosphorescent light gradually formed a whirlpool, and then, on the surface of the whirlpool, a face that the painting Allure and Cang Wunian thought would never be seen again in this life - Dugu Jin.

"Senior Dugu, you ......" Hua Chengcheng was stunned for a while, she wanted to say "You are not dead", but she felt very strange to say so.

On that day, Dugu Jin sacrificed all his three souls and seven spirits to the Soul Snatcher Banner in front of her, and his body also became the Soul Snatcher Banner's banner, and he buried his life with this method of never being able to live forever. If this is not death, it can only be said to be more cruel and terrible than death.

Dugu Jin on the banner was expressionless, just staring at the painting with straight eyes, and only slowly spoke after a while, and said softly in a very weak and weird tone: "I feel it...... I felt it...... He's nearby...... It's nearby. ”

"Senior Dugu, what do you feel? Who is the 'he' you are talking about?" asked Hua Chengcheng hurriedly.

"Ziqingke, no, it's not Ziqingke...... He's a demon, he's a demon......" Dugu Jin's voice was still weak and weird.

"Dugu senior, Ziqing guest...... Isn't he dead?" the painting was at a loss, but a very bad feeling welled up in his heart.

"Allure, you have to be careful. He's coming...... Here it is......" Dugu Jin seemed to be tired, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

Hua Chengcheng turned her head to look at Cang Wunian, and through the faint phosphorescent light emitted from the surface of the Soul Snatcher Banner, she saw Cang Wunian's solemn face.

Soon, the phosphorescent light on the surface of the banner gradually dissipated, the whirlpool disappeared, and the Soul Reaver Banner shrank again like a handkerchief, like a dead thing, and gently floated back into the hand of the painter.

Hua Chengcheng was stunned for a moment holding the Soul Snatcher Banner, and finally folded it and put it back in the placket of his clothes.

"Brother Wunian, what do you say is going on?" asked Hua Chengcheng with a confused expression.

Cang Wunian frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Dugu Jin has been sacrificed to the Soul Snatcher Banner from the soul to the body, strictly speaking, she is the Soul Snatcher Banner, and the Soul Snatcher Banner is her." Or rather, she is now the spirit of the Soul Snatcher. ”

"Machine Spirit, does that mean we can also strip her from the Soul Snatcher Banner and send her Three Souls and Seven Spirits into reincarnation?" asked Hua Chengcheng with some excitement.

Cang Wunian shook his head, "It's different. For this most evil thing, sacrifice means that she will never be able to live beyond life, and she can barely be regarded as living in another way in the soul snatching banner. If it is stripped out, it will be wiped out in an instant. ”

"Senior Dugu told me that this Soul Snatcher Banner can be used twice. After two times, it will be destroyed, and it will not fall into the wrong hands. Doesn't that mean ......" Painting Allure suddenly felt very sad.

Previously, she thought that Dugu Jin's sacrifice to the Soul Snatcher Banner had been wiped out, but now Cang Wunian said that she could barely live in another way, and she was afraid that she would not be able to bear to destroy the Soul Snatcher Banner in the future, even if she knew that this was a very evil magic weapon.

Cang Wunian sighed and patted Hua Chengcheng's shoulder, "Hua'er, don't be sad, you just need to remember that this is her choice." ”

The painting fell and hung his head, but did not answer.

Cang Wunian continued: "According to common sense, she should have no self-consciousness for a long time. Just now, she suddenly appeared, probably because she sensed some extreme danger, and that danger must be related to her obsession all along. ”

"You mean, the Ziqingke she just talked about?"

"Yes, it's not right. To be exact, it should be a demon, a demon related to Ziqingke. Cang Wunian's tone became more and more heavy.

"...... related to Ziqingke Is it ......? Yu Chonghua?No, isn't Yu Chonghua in the Wu Clan??...... shouldn't you?" said Hua Chengcheng but didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Cang Wunian subconsciously hugged her tightly, gently stroking her back, and I don't know if he wanted to comfort the painting Allure, or wanted to comfort himself by painting the Allure.

"It's Mufuso. Mu Fusang and Ziqingke must have some connection. Cang Wunian murmured as if talking to himself.

Painting Allure's body trembled suddenly, and Mu Fusang's eyes flashed in his mind, "When I think about it, I feel strange, why do I feel that Mu Fusang's eyes are very familiar when I see him, his eyes and the breath on his body are the same as Ziqingke!"

"Yu Chonghua, Ziqingke, Mu Fusang...... They are all minions of the demons. Kunxiu, I didn't expect you to do so much before the retreat. Cang Wunian's tone was a little cold and cruel, completely different from his usual emotionless indifference.

Hua Chengcheng was startled by his tone, and looked up at his face.

They had been awake for a while, and in the darkness of the cave, the naked eye was getting used to it. It was in this environment that it didn't seem very real, but Hua Chengcheng saw a look on Cang Wunian's face that she had never seen before, as if the body was still his, but the mind was a different person.

Kun Xiu, painting Allure first heard this name from the mouth of Ying Ban Makeup. He is the Demon Venerable, the supreme master of the Demon Race, and the most evil and terrifying existence between heaven and earth.

If the painting Allure is not mistaken, Ying Ban Makeup and Qing Ci seem to have given a very high evaluation of this Demon Venerable's strength, according to them, even the delirium back then does not seem to be able to defeat him.

But what about Cang Wunian? His expression and tone of voice at the moment seemed to be very familiar with Kun Xiu. Kun Xiu had been in retreat a thousand years ago, which was a secret to the outside world, but not to Kagehan, who had the memory of Akasha. And how could Cang Wunian, who was now less than a hundred years old, have seen him?

Painting Allure's heart became more and more bottomless, and she couldn't help but call softly: "Brother Wunian, you just said Kun Xiu...... What does that mean?"

"Huh?" Cang Wunian was slightly stunned when he came to his senses, why did he mention Kun Xiu just now, and how could he guess what he had done before the retreat?

Delirium is delirium.

Cang Wunian's brows immediately became tangled, he knew that since he woke up this time, there had been some changes, and this change would not be noticeable at all if others did not remind him.

He still doesn't remember what happened to him as a delirium, but the power and memory of delirium seem to have begun to seep into his bone marrow little by little every time he encountered danger and almost lost his life.

Shaking his head, Cang Wunian suppressed this emotion that made him easily irritable. If he could, he would rather only be a Cang Wunian in this life, a Cang Wunian who accidentally went to the human world and accidentally met and knew each other with the painting city. Feel the soul or something, don't do it, just be an idle cloud and wild crane, and paint a city or wander the world or live in seclusion.

In short, he and her have spent a relatively long life in a simple and ordinary way, and this seems to be the final wish of Cang Yu's determination to enter reincarnation.

"It's nothing, painting, let's figure it out and see how we can get out of this place. Cang Wunian groaned slightly, not wanting to tell her about his uneasy feelings.

Hua Chengcheng knew that Cang Wunian had something on his mind, but he didn't say it, and she couldn't ask anymore, she had been with him for so long, she had always done this.

Nodding his head in agreement, the two of them held hands and carefully walked in a certain direction step by step, they didn't know where they were, the darkness around them had exceeded the limit of what the naked eye could see, they could only touch the darkness, and wherever they went.

As they walked, there was a crisp "click" sound from the soles of their feet, and in this quiet cave where even a drop of water could be heard clearly, this sudden sound really startled them.

The two of them hurriedly raised their feet and took two steps back, for fear that they had stepped on some trap.

But fortunately, it was just such a crisp sound, and nothing special happened after that. The two glanced at each other, and from each other's faintly visible eyes, they both saw the doubt in each other's eyes.