The windy guy walked in from outside the door, his curly hair, which was always tied up, was spread out at some point, and it hung down on his shoulders and back like black fur. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Ning Yan pointed to Meng Xu's corpse and asked with a smile, "Do you want to eat it?"

The curly-haired guy turned his head away, looking disdainful.

Ning Yan looked at the corpse and sneered, waved his sword and carved the words "Meng Xu is dead" on the ground, and collected the corpse into the Sumeru Stone with a flick of his sleeves: "And I collected the corpse for you, so as not to be calculated by the guy who has practiced and deduced from the Yin and Yang Stream." ”

Bi Xie couldn't help but sigh, it was not the first time he had seen Ning Yan kill someone, especially this kind of treasure snatcher didn't need to leave any compassion at all, but Ning Yan didn't want to be contaminated with cause and effect, he never really did it so desperately, not only devoured the essence and blood vitality, but even the corpse.

"Do you really have a grudge against this guy's ancestor?"

"Yes. Ning Yan didn't deny or explain, he lowered the tip of the sword, and the blood separated along the spine of the sword, falling to the ground drop by drop, smearing the crimson pattern.

"Thank you Brother Mao for your help today. Ning Yan said, "The first step of the task has been successfully completed, and Brother Lao Mao reminded the shopkeeper of the wind to prepare to welcome the old men of the Meng family." ”

"Bi Xie doesn't have to follow me, I have some things to deal with. ”

The curly-haired guy didn't speak, and Bi Xie didn't ask much, and turned around and disappeared into the night very tacitly.

Ning Yan smiled, opened the window and jumped out.

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Ning Yan will help the Lu family, not only because he wants to get the white jade token, but also because the Lu family is stationed in Yinnanling.

Of course, this is not the meaning of nostalgia, but the place of Yinnanling, which has too much to do with Ning Yan.

He must not let Yin Yang Jian attack Yinnan Mausoleum.

Ning Yan walked out of the city lightly, all the way south, into the mountains and forests, the first blades of grass swaying in the night wind.

"I killed Meng Zhi's descendants today. Ning Yan said, "So I want to come and see you." ”

"Is there any causal relationship between these two events?" said the woman on the rough wooden bed, her yellow-green pupils reflecting the candle flame and the silhouette of Ning Di. "You see that I am a matter of course, although you are not my son, and have not drunk my milk, but you have drunk my blood. You're going to support me old. ”

"It's nature. Ning Yan lowered his eyes and said.

During the seven-year period, Ye Zhuqing damaged his essence and blood to save Ning Yan's life, his own vitality was seriously lost, and his body was so weak that he couldn't even withstand the existence of demonic energy, so he had to strip off the golden pill and disperse his cultivation.

For the next seven years, she grew old and sick like a mortal, and now her hair was gray and wrinkles were growing at the corners of her eyes.

She sat up from the bed, but this action almost exhausted the strength of her whole body, Ye Zhuqing held on to the edge of the bed and coughed, as if she wanted to cough out all her internal organs.

Ning Yan threw an elixir into the bowl, melted it with hot water, and handed it to her with an expressionless face.

Seven years ago, his essence and blood were exhausted, and Ye Zhuqing condensed his own demon blood into his body.

Although Ning Yan knew that she was not simply kind, that drop of blood broke the blood vessels in his body, if it weren't for the splendid totem buffer behind him, it would definitely kill him more directly. Now that he was lucky to survive, that drop of blood blocked his path of cultivation again.

But Ning Yan can't blame Ye Zhuqing, he will support her until she dies.

Ning Yan glanced deeper, where there was a simple stone tablet, there was no coffin corpse under it, and there was no name on it, only the words "Ning Yan stands here" was engraved.

This is a monument, which does not bury people but remembers old things.

He buried everything in his past in this hidden cave in the shade of the Yinnan Mausoleum, his dead parents, his living aunt, his past childhood, and future emotions, he only left a shell, carrying the souls of his parents to wander outside the cave.

The inscription is also an oath.

Here Ye Zhuqing made him make the first Heavenly Dao oath, Ning Yan would bear the sins he had broken through, whether it was the soul fragments of his parents, or Ye Zhuqing's essence and blood cultivation and weak body.

Extend your life, save people, and take revenge.

Ye Zhuqing drank the potion that Ning Yan had prescribed, and finally stopped coughing, she looked at Ning Yan's back and asked, "You said that you killed Meng Zhi's descendants, do you feel happy?"

"I don't care if I'm happy, but I'm willing to keep killing. Ning Yan said lightly.

Ye Zhuqing said sarcastically: "You are always so cold-blooded, are you tired?"

Ning Yan didn't speak, and sat quietly on the edge of the bed. The dim candlelight shone on his still somewhat immature cheeks, and his weak appearance of a serious illness looked a little pitiful.

Ye Zhuqing suddenly touched his head and said, "You have white hair, and there are several." ”

Ning Yan smiled miserably: "I'm about to die." ”

He still has one last year to live, and even if he can cultivate, it will be difficult for him to break through the Nine Heavens and extend his life in one year.

Ye Zhuqing was silent for a moment, then grabbed a handful of copper coins from the broken bowl and handed it to him: "You count it again." ”

"You still don't believe it?"

"I don't want to be old and have nothing to support, and I don't want the young lady to die completely, but I don't have the ability to fulfill my promise to kill you. ”

Ning Yan smiled bitterly, and as a result, Ye Zhuqing's copper coins were held up with a wisp of true qi to run the "Zhou Tianyi Heart Formula".

He muttered, "Whether I'm dead or alive, can't you put on a beautiful shape?" Even if it's a turtle, it's a long life...... and he's incoherent.

But before he could finish speaking, his body spasmed violently, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and the copper coin smashed uncontrollably on his head.

"My life is in trouble, and the sky cannot be seen. He wiped the blood on his lips and looked at Ye Zhuqing: "Do you want to try again?"

Ye Zhuqing looked at the red palm of his palm and finally shook his head.

Ning Yan lay down tiredly, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness sink into endless darkness.

Over the years, he has calculated his fate more than once, but he has not received any answers, but he has been attacked by the Heavenly Dao again and again.

The Heavenly Mandate Sect dared to use the Mandate of Heaven as its own confidence, and this splendid totem planted by Dongjun disrupted his fate.

Ning Yan felt the twelve Shura on his back squirming, not just devouring his life, every strand of silk thread that made up the totem involved the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, no wonder Dongjun did not dislike his mediocre qualifications and only valued him without cause and effect.

This totem covers too many things, there are killing, sin, cause and effect, fate, it is bloodthirsty, it is thirsty for killing, and it can cut off fate and disturb cause and effect.

In the past seven years, Ning Yan has felt that his fate has deviated from the original trajectory several times, and it is a very blunt interruption or twist, such as when he rescued Lin Li, such as when he befriended Feng Manlou, and for example, at this time he was confused about that token.

Ning Yan had an intuition, this was a strong man who was enough to interfere with the operation of the Dao Law and intervened in his life, Lin Li was a real person of life and death, so what about Merry Child?

Ning Yan clearly remembered that he had no change in the number of lives when he killed his parents and fought against Meng Zhi, and the powerhouse of the Void Sea was not enough to shake his fate, so why did the ancestor of the Yanhuang Domain who was only a thousand years old affect his life?

It's like a thousand threads are entangled in him, and the embroidery thread on his back is tied to his destiny, and it is wrapped around the avenue of heaven, pulling in the dark, cutting and sorting out more messy.

Whenever Ning Yan thought that the other end of this strand of lines might be gathered in those crystal clear hands, he would feel great fear, and the blood in his whole body seemed to freeze into ice, and the cold was unbearable.

The moment the demon god awakened, he saw that picture, the grand altar, the endless sea of blood, the black-robed red-haired god's clear and perfect hands.

But he actually couldn't remember it really, the intricate runes on the altar, the figure and appearance of the black-robed man, the meridian texture of the divine hand, all the details were blurred. Ning Yan didn't even know if he didn't see it clearly at first or if he gradually forgot about it later.

He was worried that one day he would forget about it completely.

What worried him even more was the Shura he saw, which was simply impossible to count under the dancing altar, and there were only twelve on his back.

There may be other totemic hosts in this world, but their encounter will never be a pleasant event.

Ning Yan suddenly felt that there was something more on his body, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Ye Zhuqing spreading the quilt and covering him. His clothes were soaked in cold sweat at some point, and he felt a little cold at this time.

Ning Yan silently hooked the corners of his lips, and the black eyes gently flowed on the whites of his eyes and looked away. He didn't look at Ye Zhuqing's thin and sick figure, it would make his eyes sore.

The souls of his parents have not yet returned, Dongjun is still at ease in the Lingsheng Realm, and Ning Yan has too many things to do. So he had to live.

However, the curse is on his body, he can only live by becoming a ruthless person, so he should not be missed, not sad, or moved.

But when he knew that he hadn't fallen to the bottom yet, and that there were still people in the world who wanted him to live, he was still very happy.

"Aunt Qing," he began, "I will leave Jinghua in two days, and I may not be able to come back for a long time." ”

He was going to the ruins of the Snowy Ancestor to pursue that variable. Without that variable he would definitely die, but with that variable he could still never return.

Since killing Meng Xu, he has embarked on the end of the road he has been waiting for, he doesn't know if this road can be directed at Meng Zhi and even Dongjun as he wishes, but he must go to Kunlun Cangqi, because those threads in the dark are pulling, because fate is already waiting for him there.

"So you're here to explain the aftermath?" Ye Zhuqing glanced at him, and the snake's pupils narrowed into a thin line.

"Not really. Ning Yan smiled and said, "You know best that I am afraid of death." ”

Ye Zhuqing stopped talking.

Ning Yan thought about it for a while, and took out many small jade bottles from the Sumeru stone, and in the bottles were round pills, some red, some green, some black and some white. "This is what I asked for from Lin Gongzi, you use hot water to melt it and drink it every day. If I can come back, I will definitely cultivate diligently, and maybe I can get some good medicine to replenish your essence and blood. ”

Ye Zhuqing casually pushed the little jade bottles to the corner: "It's rare that you still have a conscience." ”

Ning Yan pretended not to hear, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

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"Senior Brother Meng is dead?" The disciples of Yin Yang Jian stared blankly at the four bloody sword marks on the ground, they couldn't imagine how Senior Brother Meng's peak cultivation could be planted in the hands of the Lu family?

The messenger suddenly lit up, and the rune on the paper changed into a line of handwriting: "Elder Lu is going to Jinghua." ”

"They're moving!"

Yin Yang Jian Nine Heavens Sect, how could the disciples be afraid of the Lu family?

"Follow up with them, and then we will go to avenge Senior Brother Meng!"

"Let's see what tricks the little Lu family can play!"

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"Heaven and earth are humble, and the universe is fixed. The humble is Chen, and the noble and lowly are in the position. There is constant movement, rigidity and softness. Fang gathers by like, things by groups, and fierce and auspicious. Formed in the sky, shaped in the earth, and the changes are seen. ”

"Dry knows the beginning, and Kun makes things. It is easy to know, and it is easy to know. ”

"The meaning of life is easy, the meaning of the image is dry, the imitation is Kun, the knowledge of the extreme number is occupying, the meaning of change is yes, and the meaning of yin and yang is God. ”

The maiden chanted softly, and five thousand candles surrounded her, like a pious mortal kneeling at the feet of the gods to listen to the teachings of the hadith.

The girl touched the ground with one foot, her arms slightly extended, but she maintained a strange balance, and the green silk flew like a waterfall in the night wind.

However, her appearance is not outstanding, although her facial features are beautiful, but there are seven piercing black moles between the left eye and face, which destroy this beauty to the point of incompleteness.

Three hundred and sixty copper coins were quietly floating around her, like a dot of stars.

Her slender jade fingers are linked in her palms, like a white lotus blossoming, with her own great mysteries in it.

"Nine turns in a thousand years, peeping at the heavens and going through reincarnation, but being pulled into the torrent of cause and effect by a sentence......" The girl frowned slightly, and muttered: "Ning Yan, what kind of virtue can you have? It is impossible to transcend cause and effect just by being indifferent and ruthless." ”

"Could it be that there is really another peak above the Dao Fa?"

The girl pondered for a long time, and suddenly smiled: "Kunlun Snow Region, it's her handiwork, right?"

"Back then, she went down to the realms to experience life and death, explored the ghosts, and returned with nothing, but she realized and broke through the realm by watching ordinary life, old age, sickness and death. Is Yanhuang Domain one of them?"

She looked up at the starry sky, and there were thousands of stars in her eyes. She felt the tugging of the invisible net on her body, which made her a little unhappy, but she still smiled, and a small dimple sunk in her left cheek.

If the Yanhuang Domain, which has been calm for five thousand years, is destined to experience a storm, then the mystery of the Snowy Domain is the clouds that have been deposited. It is the prelude to the troubled times and the prelude to this bloody storm.

Now the prelude has been sung, and the prologue is about to begin.

The girl smiled.

"It's okay to take a look. ”