Ling Tian didn't know what would happen later, and Yan San never thought that it would happen like that in the end, fate and butterflies spread their wings together at this moment, rolling up a vicious unknown future and storm.

It was three days later when I saw Zhao Kui, Cui Ming and Jin Yan again. Yan San's heart fell from the edge of the sky to the abyss, and it was still sinking, sinking...... Boundless emptiness and terror.

From Medicine Valley to Shadow Soldier Feng, Yan San returned to the team smoothly, but Zhao Kui and the three of them were nowhere to be found, but Cui Ming's Yan Ling knife was hanging on the waist of a black-faced monk in the team, Yan San quietly restrained this person and quietly left the team with him.

Yan San held Cui Ming's Yanling Knife in one hand, and the blade of the barrier knife in the other hand was across the throat of the black-faced monk, and asked coldly, "Say, why is Cui Ming's Yanling Knife in your hand?"

The monk's face turned from slightly dark to sallow, and he forced himself to calm down, "Daoist friends have something to say...... They are all Tang people, why hurt the harmony!"

Yan San's hand tightened the barrier knife, and the warm blood slowly seeped out, and immediately stopped the black-faced monk's nonsense, Yan San said: "I'm not patient, I won't ask the same thing a second time!" At the same time, Ling Yuan turned to his face, and the blood and fire lines on his forehead were immediately faint.

The black-faced monk panicked in his heart, and said with a forced face, "It turned out to be the Lord of the Bloody Guard, did you say it earlier...... This knife was picked up from the corpse, if I don't take it, others will take it, rather than cheapening the Yuan people, it is better to add a point of strength to Datang, you say yes...... Uh!' Before he could finish speaking, the knife in his throat tightened again, and the blood crawled down his neck like an ugly earthworm and swam into the hem of his clothes.

Yan San asked, "Where is the body, how many people are there, and how did they die?"

The blade was cold, but it was not as cold as the deep ice that burned in Yan San's eyes, and the monk felt that he was under the tiger's fangs and huge mouth, and the bloody aura was blowing on his face, and if he didn't make the right one, he might be the first two sections, and he hurriedly said, "It's not far behind...... I'll take you!'

Yan San and the monk walked for half an hour, and came to a floating mound, and the black-faced monk pointed to the mound and said, "It's here, there are three of them. I don't know what happened last night, but these three people died suddenly...... I took this knife, Zhao Laosi took a sword, and everyone shared the miscellaneous spiritual grass on the body, everyone knows it, if you don't believe it, you can ask......

Yan San let go of the black-faced monk and said, "Dig it up!"

The black-faced monk's face was bitter, but seeing Yan San's frosty expression, he looked like he was going to choose someone to devour at any time, and resigned himself to digging open the mound.

The cold bodies of Zhao Kui, Cui Ming, and Jin Yan lay in the dirt pit, and there was no longer a sound, and there seemed to be a huge black shadow in the void that pressed deeply and heavily on Yan San's heart, knocking Yan San into the abyss.

Yan San slowly withdrew the barrier knife, then stuffed the Yanling knife into the black-faced monk's hand, and said in a cold voice, "Get out!"

The voice was hoarse, almost human, more like the whimpering and low roar of a beast. How dare the black-faced monk slack off, he shook Suo Suo and took the Yanling knife, slowly walked a few steps, and then ran wildly, suddenly stood up after a while, turned around and said to Yan San: "Your Excellency, please rest assured, I will never tell the second person about this matter today......

Yan San nodded slightly, and the black-faced monk ran away as if he was dead.

Yan San carried the three of them out of the pit one by one.

Zhao Kui and Cui Ming looked peaceful, as if they were asleep normally, but Jin Yan was surprised and stunned, and the soil in her eyes was still wide open, with an expression of disbelief. The placket of the three of them was intact, there was no trace of fighting, and Yan checked his body three times, but he didn't find a new scar.

"Poison?" Yan San thought secretly. Offended, the barrier knife separated Zhao Kui's wrist. The blood has already coagulated, like a colloid, slowly oozing out a purple-red color, people in the rivers and lakes will have silver objects around them to detect poison, Yan San probed the handle of the barrier knife into the blood for a moment, and then carefully wiped it clean, the small piece of silver specially used for drug detection did not change color at all, and it didn't look like poison...... Or maybe the poison is beyond the normal detection range.

Yan San sat quietly for a moment, stretched out his hand to close Jin Yan's eyes that were not blinding, and said softly: "Sister Jin Yan, you can go with peace of mind, I will definitely help you take revenge, if not, I will not be able to advance an inch in this life to teach me the path of Yuan cultivation!" Slowly put the bodies of the three people into the earth pit and filled it with floating soil, and a heart was already as cold as ice. The world of splashing skin is terrifyingly simple, love life and hate death, cold and warm are in his heart, if someone touches that bottom line, Yan San will not hesitate to draw a knife against each other, and will not die.

Yan San returned to Murong Qingyi's team in silence, the team was already slowly climbing the Shadow Soldier Peak at this time, the Shadow Soldier Peak had two parallel roads circling upward, one for Dayuan, one for Datang, the Yuan people and the Tang people were in a hurry separately, all the grievances and hatreds were all stranded after entering the Shadow Soldier Peak, this is the unwritten rule of the Tang Dynasty and the Great Yuan, just because there is too much blood to be shed behind this road, no one can guarantee that they will survive, and no matter how much fighting at this time is meaningless.

Yan San blended into the middle of the team, his face was expressionless, and the black-faced monk had already returned to the team, seeing Yan San showing a smile that was more ugly than crying, Yan San seemed to have not seen it. After a long time, the black-faced monk saw that Yan San had no intention of settling accounts after the autumn, and the big stone in his heart was finally put down.

The black-faced monk was just a passer-by who picked up a bargain, and Yan San whispered to Murong Qingyi: "The five great bloodies, three people died violently in the team yesterday night, do you know?"

Murong Qingyi tilted his head lightly and saw Yan San's calm face. Yan San's calm at this time was different from the past, there was a madness that destroyed everything in the depths of his narrow eyes, but he was suppressed by death, and there was a dead silence around him. Murong Qingyi had the illusion that he must answer Yan San's every word seriously, if the answer is not correct, he may ...... Murong Qingyi furrowed his beautiful eyebrows, and said, "I know, three people were found dead at midnight last night, and I went to the scene to check with the Blood Fire Killer. 』

"What is the result?" Yan San said, if you talk about the kung fu of solving the case and investigating, Yan San asked himself if he was not as good as Murong Qingyi.

"It's very strange, the three of them are all old wounds, there are no new injuries left by the fight, and there are no traces of hands around, not a hidden weapon, the three of them died less than two hours ago, and the blood around them still has its own warmth, I can't explain it with the blood and fire killing, it can only be a strange poison that has never been seen before, or it is ......."

"What is it?......" Yan San asked, Murong Qingyi's speculation was similar to his, but the professional really had more ideas than his halfway monk.

"Unharmed, as if asleep...... The three of them seemed to have lost their souls suddenly, perhaps they had seen something terrible...... No, the woman's face was stunned but not afraid, and the two men looked very serene...... It's not frightened to death, but how can a monk be frightened to death no matter how strong his soul is?...... It's really strange!' Murong Qingyi said as he analyzed it, but found that it was also a detour.

Yan San's brows furrowed, and he suddenly asked, "Are there any strangers in the team?"

Murong Qingyi smiled bitterly and said, "Follow my monks to come and go, I don't know how many come in and out every day, I just lead them, and I don't command and control, I don't pay attention to these things at all...... After a pause, he said again, "What's the matter?

Yan Sandao: "They have walked with me all the way, lived and died together...... I'm going to go back to verify something, if I don't come back, don't wait for me!" After speaking, he lowered his head and slowed down, and after a while, he silently broke out of the team and ran towards the hundred miles of grass and trees.

Murong Qingyi looked at the lonely back that was as far away as the wind, and suddenly felt as if he had underestimated this young and often deflated little black-clothed guard, Yan San's tall figure had begun to have a shadow of responsibility and persistence, and he was lonely and wordless to bear something, just like when the senior brother was young.

The teams of Da Yuan and Da Tang went up together, and after half a day, they finally came to the top of the mountain. Murong Qingyi stood on the top of the peak and looked back, the hundred miles of grass and trees were swaying like a sea, and he couldn't help but feel a little sorry in his heart: I don't know how many heroes were buried in it. Seeing the blood and fire slaughter on the side, he slapped Murong Qingyi on the shoulder, and said with a grin:

"The scenery from the top of the mountain is so good!

Murong Qingyi held back his eyes wordlessly, his eyes swept over the large number of monks of Datang and Dayuan, and the pride in his chest was regenerated, and he said secretly: "The only smile that has been done through the ages is that Liuying also lights the lamp. The master is right, if the cultivator wants to cross the nine heavens, which one is not a bloody man? I am also a child of the earth, Xuanyuan Qinghu, this time I will not fall behind, and I will not be the one who climbs the steps of the nine heavens!"

Carefully observing the monks of Da Yuan and Da Tang, Murong Qingyi found that there were some more changes in the team: Da Yuan's royal Xiong Tianbu Luo fell at the end of the team, all of them were covered in dust, and some people's blood was still dripping from themselves, obviously after a tragic fight, a small wound on the side of Tuoba Liao's neck was no more than half a point away from the blood, but he looked at the few people at the back of Datang and sneered indifferently.

At the end of the Datang team, there were only three or five people beside Ling Tian, looking embarrassed, and one monk couldn't stop vomiting blood, and his white clothes were stained with blood. The tail hair on Ling Tian's head was broken, looking nondescript, like a juggling clown on the stage, the golden armor was also cut off in half, his chest was stained with blood, and he no longer had the bearing of a little prince, he pointed at Tuoba Liao and scolded: "Tuoba Liao, I recruited you to provoke you? The person who chased me like a mad dog, did you take the wrong medicine and lose your mind?"

Tuoba Liao sneered: "Little Lord Ling, this is Spring Hunting, it is only right for you to kill me, don't make a fuss if I kill you, why do you say why do I let everyone else go, and only chase and kill your Qilin team? Take care of your own mouth first, my Da Yuan Erlang can't rub sand in his eyes, after this Shadow Soldier Peak, you will be splashed with blood for five steps!

"You drip...... If you have the ability, you go to the Twelve Princes of Tang and stare at Lao Tzu for what?"