"Who would have thought that the human flesh that Withered Leaf had eaten would be Bai Wuya's youngest daughter. ”

"And there is still an unclear relationship between the withered leaves and the white horse, and the Yelang country is about to be destroyed in front of them, whether they can go on or not, it's really hard to say. ”

Song Yu sat on the roof of the imperial city, looking at the white snow that was blowing one after another, and there was infinite melancholy in his heart.

The moment he just stepped into the Yelang Kingdom, he never imagined that he would witness a criminal transaction between the righteous sects.

It's a disgusting feeling.

But......

Didn't he be blinded by blood and save Yelang Country?

How can it be?

It is true that he is a true disciple, but he is only from the Qingtian Sect.

This identity is okay under the guise of being a cover on weekdays, in a vain attempt to influence the century-old plan of the seven major sects.

How can it be?

Rely on your own skills to break through that invisible barrier.

How can it be?

There are so many impossibilities, as if telling Song Yu......

The country of Yelang will definitely die.

And there was one more thing he wanted to know.

Does Wu Daozi know about this?

I guess I know!

After all, he is the head of a sect.

"Do you want to tell the truth about the dead leaves?"

Song Yu fell into deep thought.

In the end, he decided not to talk about it until he left Yelang Country.

Suddenly, there was the sound of someone stepping on the tiles.

At first glance, it's not Xiaocui.

This little Lori staggered over, cautious, like a bouncing little white rabbit.

As soon as she sat down next to Song Yu, she began to sigh, her little face was about to wrinkle into a bitter gourd face, and her eyes were even more sad.

With the capacity of her brain, she heard that kind of shocking secret, and she still had to hold it in her heart, which was really uncomfortable.

"Senior Brother Song, what are you cultivating immortals for?"

Xiaocui asked sullenly.

"I haven't really thought about this question seriously, I've been cultivating since I entered the Optimus Sect, maybe I just like it!"

Song Yu groaned.

"Your answer, I feel that you are just for cultivation for a living, you must be able to go far on the road of cultivation, I am different, my cultivation is for food, I want to eat all over the country, ****. Do you think I'm a salted fish?"

Xiao Cui said embarrassedly.

"Don't think about it, you don't need to be responsible for the crisis in Yelang Country, it's not your problem, if you are good, you will help the world, and if you are poor, you will be alone, you know?"

Song Yu understood what Xiaocui was thinking.

As a child, I always dreamed of saving the world.

But when I grew up, I found that I took care of myself.

It's already a great skill.

"Senior Brother Song has a point, I'll go back to sleep. ”

Xiao Cui exhaled.

"Okay!"

Song Yu knew that for Xiao Cui, it would be a sleepless night.

But he didn't say anything to Xiaocui, he was not a person who liked to tell big truths.

And the parties don't think clearly, it's useless to say anything?

If you want to understand it, you can see the sky with just a little bit.

Early the next morning.

Song Yu sat on the roof for a day, looking at the sky in the distance, there was a flying magic weapon flying towards the imperial city.

It was a big cyan gourd, with an oily surface, as if it had been touched countless times before it could cause such a reason.

The big gourd flew closer.

Song Yu saw a familiar figure sitting at the tail.

"Welcome to Master Qingsong. ”

Song Yu stood up, bowed down and said.

"Welcome fart, if it weren't for that little doll in the Star Tower who insisted that I pick you up, do you think I wouldn't come?

Qingsong Daoren said with a displeased face.

"What does it mean to play three?"

Song Yu asked puzzled.

Although Master Qingsong has a bad temper, he is a cold-faced and hot-hearted person.

"It's just playing mahjong!!"

Qingsong Daoren said with disdain.

“......”

Song Yu was speechless.

It turns out that the master likes to play mahjong, all for a reason, and the feelings of these two masters and apprentices are mahjong lovers.

"Huh, how can your Dao heart be so disordered?"

Qingsong Daoren took a closer look at Song Yu.

Suddenly, his eyes froze and his brows furrowed.

"Won't it?"

Song Yu said in surprise.

Ever since he heard about Hebo's Book of Heaven, his Dao heart has been very strong and will not be shaken easily.

For the sake of insurance, he still felt it and found that it was just as Qingsong Daoren said.

This made him feel distressed.

It seems that this heavy snow is the calamity of Yelang Country, and it is also the calamity of himself.

Although he thought very clearly, don't meddle in the affairs of Yelang Country.

But this heavy snow was too overwhelming, and there was still a slight crack in his firm Dao heart.

This is the sense of despair of the mayfly in the face of the tree.

"Let's leave quickly, if you stay here any longer, I'm afraid it will become your demon for the rest of your life. ”

Qingsong Daoren said without hesitation.

The crack in the Dao heart has evolved into a heart demon, which will cause very serious consequences.

Some monks are crazy, while others are enchanted.

Basically, there is no chance to cultivate immortals.

"Okay. ”

Song Yu did not refuse.

He immediately called the withered leaves and the others, and after saying goodbye to Bai Wuya, everyone rode the big gourd and flew towards the sky.

Bai Wuya stood outside the main hall and watched the big gourd disappear from his sight.

He didn't speak, just smiled, and simply sat down on the steps, listening to the wind chimes swaying under the eaves.

This wind chime is still liked by the eldest daughter Baima, and he has hung it all over the imperial city, and now when he hears this sound, it is as if Baima is still by his side.

"The only kid I'm left with now can't be fine. ”

Bai Wuya said faintly.

The old eunuch walked to Bai Wuya's side and wanted to say something, but he still couldn't help but not speak.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Bai Wuya beckoned the old eunuch to sit down.

Yesterday, he arranged a way out for the old eunuch who had been with him for many years, and it stands to reason that the old eunuch should be outside the border of Yelang Country at this moment.

Why are you still here?

Now I want to leave, there is no time.

"I'm old and don't want to go. ”

The old eunuch sat beside Bai Wuya, with a look of embarrassment in his eyes.

I remember that when I first met Bai Wuya, the other party was not the Yelang King.

And he is not an old eunuch, just a hard-working little eunuch in the palace.

If he hadn't met Bai Wuya, he would have been a corpse in the moat.

The hearts of the people in the imperial city are complex and vicious.

Many years have passed, and there has been no change on Bai Wuya's face, but he has reached the twilight of his life.

Bai Wuya arranged for him to leave, but he didn't leave.

has lived for hundreds of years, and has seen through everything, although there are a lot of nostalgia, but fortunately, they can be put down.

"Well, I haven't drunk for a long time, and I dug up my daughter buried under the plane tree in the imperial garden, and it will be too late if I don't drink again. ”

Bai Wuya's eyes narrowed.

In the distance, dark clouds rolled in, and the night was like a walking monster, sweeping towards the imperial city.

In the dark clouds, there was no more snow, but blades.

Shining with a silver light, it travels along the way, destroying everything.

The ground cracked, rolled and strangled, and everywhere it passed, there was no life.

Faintly, you can still hear the obedient screams, like crying and complaining, there are humans, monsters, and the spirits of all things.

At this moment, everyone who is in it is all sacrifices, all sacrifices.

"Yes!"

Seeing this, the old eunuch quickened his pace.

Before long, the old eunuch brought over a wine jar with some mud, lifted the mud print, opened the lid of the wine, and a strong medicinal fragrance emanated.

Even if you have never drunk alcohol, if you smell it, you will think that it is good wine.

This is "Daughter Red".

When the white horse was born, Bai Wuya was buried under the plane tree.

Thinking that on the day of the white horse's wedding, he took it out again and shared it with the ministers.

Now it seems to be just a wish.

The old eunuch poured Bai Wuya a glass of wine and handed it over.

"You drink too, you've been restrained for the rest of your life, and you don't need to do it anymore. ”

Bai Wuya said gently.

"Okay. ”

The old eunuch poured himself a glass.

He grew up watching white horses, so he wanted to drink this wine too.

At this moment, the night has come to the imperial city.

People screamed in horror and hurriedly avoided it, but there was no way to avoid it, and they became the ghosts of this catastrophe.

Only the master and servant in the imperial city calmly touched the glass, and before the night came, they drank the wine in the cup.

Bang......

Under the darkness of the night, the city of Yelang was destroyed.

At this moment, it represents the death of the Yelang country.

The people on the big gourd looked at these in their eyes, and their faces showed a look of horror.

"It's terrifying!"

Xiao Cui's eyes were filled with tears.

"Why is this happening?"

The withered leaf was bloodless, and he looked at Song Yu suddenly, hoping that Song Yu could give him an answer.

He was born in the country of Yelang, and although he was not accepted by the country of Yelang, he still retains infinite love for this land.

Looking at the country of Yelang that was being destroyed, his heart was dripping blood.

Song Yu sighed and told the withered leaves what happened.

"No wonder King Yelang wants to stab me with a sword. ”

After hearing this, the withered leaf said in despair.

Suddenly, the big gourd accelerated and rushed towards the sky.

Song Yu knew that this was a Qingsong Daoist who deliberately let himself see this, which would help make up for his Dao heart.

It's just that Qingsong Daoren didn't say it, and Song Yu didn't thank him, but kept this kindness in his heart.

Not long after, everyone came to the border of Yelang Country.

The big gourd easily broke through the invisible barrier.

As soon as he came out, Song Yu looked down from the air, and he saw seven people who looked like ants.

These seven people stood on the seven altars in the position of the Big Dipper, pinching the trick with both hands and chanting words in their mouths.

On the surface of the altar, there was a blood-red color, and a stream of bloody breath wafted out, suffocating.

Song Yu found that these seven people were ......

The head of the seven major sects of the Northern Regions!!

His own master, that is, Wu Daozi, was among them.

It turned out that Wu Daozi was also one of the executioners.

Song Yu's face was a little bitter, although Wu Daozi was not a competent master, he still respected the other party in his heart.

But seeing this scene, he couldn't respect it.

Wouldn't you have nightmares at night by doing these things?

These Song Yu do not know.

The big gourd flew over quickly, and the only people who discovered this scene were Song Yu, and Qingsong Daoren, who had been closing his eyes and recuperating.

When I returned to the Optimus Sect, it was already late at night.

Everyone escaped death and was in a depressed mood, so they didn't say much, and went back to rest.

Song Yu returned to his small courtyard, sat in the courtyard, and silently recited the "Book of Heaven".

With one blow after another, he felt that the crack in the Dao Heart was even bigger.

This is a very serious problem that he must solve.