a day ago.

Linghua got the map of Chongjun and looked at the movements in the mirror to indicate the locations of the four places on the map.

"Sun Lianran went to four inns in total, namely the Yuelai Inn, the Xishun Inn, the Fengyu Inn, and the Chongde Inn, which we are in."

Linghua pointed to the four directions in a square: "Henggu, have you seen anything?"

Heng Gu saw it at a glance, and replied confidently without thinking: "These four inns seem to have nothing to do with each other, but overlooking the entire Chongjun, they are on the four corners of the south, east, west, and north. It's not too regular, but I can see it with my discerning eye."

Linghua nodded at the tip of Henggu's nose: "The words are chiseled, and they are reasonable."

"Of course." Henggu felt the four directions on the map, "What did she do with leaving blood in these four places?"

"Her blood is no longer the blood of her body. With the power of blood control, her blood is a weapon that can be manipulated. It is even said that if she is full of spiritual power, her blood can also be used as an independent existence, releasing spiritual power to control the target's thoughts."

Linghua connected the four corners of the map with a brush: "Just around, the whole of Chongjun will be encompassed."

"Didn't she recognize the map? How can you find it so accurate?" Henggu asked.

Linghua recalled, "When I met her, she was holding a compass in her hand, which should be used to distinguish directions. Perhaps, when you really want to do something, there will be a way to solve any difficulty."

"Is this going to be real?" Heng Gu Zhengse said, "Then what are we going to do?"

Linghua looked out the window: "Naturally, I went to Yang Xichi's paper man to discuss countermeasures."

Yang Xichi's paper figure was inconvenient to be exposed to people, so he found a temple in the city to live temporarily, and all the information was transmitted through the transmission note, and few disciples could see it in person.

I heard that this temple has a long history, hundreds of years, and the abbots inside have changed one after another, but they have always maintained goodwill towards Qingyoumen.

The two walked to the front of the temple, a few withered yellow leaves fell in front of the solemn and quiet temple, and Henggu raised his head to look at the plaque: "Jingyin Temple? Are we on the right track?"

Linghua opened the transmission note in her hand, and it was written "Jingyin Temple" on the rune, she put away the paper note and said, "Yang Daochang can write like this, it will definitely make it easy for us to find it."

Just as he was about to knock on the door, the door of the temple opened, and a monk folded his hands and bowed his body and said kindly: "Two donors, please follow the little monk into the temple."

Although it was late autumn, there was not a single fallen leaf on the ground in the temple, only the cold north wind blew the corners of the clothes, and a burst of tranquil air came, Linghua suddenly held his footsteps, looking for this ethereal breath.

"Linghua, what's wrong?" Henggu looked back and waited for her in the same place.

This breath was like a kind of traction in the inn, and it was unforgettable for her. She looked around, but couldn't find a clue.

Heng Gu and the monk were waiting for her in front of her, and Linghua quickly stepped forward to ask the monk, "May I ask the little master, is there a special person here?"

The monk replied, "What is special to the benefactor? You and I are both a drop in the ocean, nothing special."

"Has that little master ever seen a woman come to find Yang Daochang?" Linghua remembered the woman who had staggered past her, and continued to ask tentatively.

"It's you, the benefactor." The monk pointed to a residence not far away, "Daoist Yang is here."

Linghua had no choice but to give up, knocked on the door with Henggu and entered the house, and informed him of the discovery of the power of blood control, and the paper man pondered for a moment and said, "In this way, it is the best strategy to resist the enemy together. Now that the Chongjun Central Anti-Demon Array has been arranged, there will be a warning tomorrow when the offender comes, and all the disciples of the Qingyou Gate will listen to the poor Taoist order, shatter all the demon army Neidan, collect it to the Qingyou Gate and release it back to the mountains and forests after purification.

As for the power of blood control, Poor Dao knows very little, and he still needs to listen to Miss Linghua's methods."

"The Taoist doesn't have to be humble. The power of blood control is not unsolvable, one is to seal, and the other is to kill the person to whom the blood belongs, so that the blood will lose its spiritual power, and it will naturally be no different from ordinary blood." Linghua frowned and pondered, "In this way, I also ask the Dao Master to lend me a few Qingyou Sect disciples to set up a seal where Sun Lianran arranged the bloodstains, and wait until tomorrow, seal it first, and then."

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Ling Huayan suddenly paused at this point, did he really want to kill Sun Lianran?

"Sun Lianran doesn't deserve sympathy." Henggu took her hand, "It is an indelible fact that she killed many people and worked for the ruthless "Emperor Yuan". She has all kinds of hardships, and it's not a reason to do things for the demons."

Linghua laughed when she heard this, "Now you speak more and more like me, but I am much more indecisive. Indeed, she deserves to be killed, not only to get rid of that man's minions, but also to avenge the people whose anger she has sucked up."

"Tomorrow, then, slay her."

The next day, Sun Lianran stood outside the city, and with an order, a hundred demon troops rushed into Chongjun, but they were caught by the formation that had already been laid out.

The other little demons fled from the city gate when they saw that the situation was not good, but Sun Lianran, as the commander, did not pay attention to them, but whispered to herself after talking to Xiang Suisheng, "It's time."

Linghua, who was standing in the tallest tower of Chongjun in the distance, saw Sun Lianran make a move, and hurriedly called Henggu: "This is the time, go quickly!"

Henggu pushed open the window and jumped down, his agile posture was like a phantom ghost, dazzling to see. In less than a few breaths, he had crossed most of the city, and was about to arrive in front of Sun Lianran and Xiang Suisheng.

I saw Sun Lianran gather blood beads, and the blood in her body flowed to the ground like a broken jade cup under the urging of spiritual power. The blood on her body was flowing, detached from her body, and burning.

Henggu stopped.

He saw how important demon blood was to them in Jieping Town, and Sun Lianran was crazily consuming her blood like throwing it away at the moment, and she already understood what she was going to do.

With a tap of his toes, he vanished into the air and returned to the tower again.

"You saw that too?" Linghua looked at Henggu's figure and sighed, "She wants to use her life to drag us all to hell."

"What now? Originally, we thought that she was just going to use her spiritual power to control humans, but we didn't expect that she would actually fight with all her strength to break the net." Henggu was in a hurry.

Linghua grabbed him: "You go to the four inns to strengthen the seal first, and I will drag her to cast a spell, if I can kill her, it can be regarded as saving everyone's lives."

Heng Gu didn't wait for a moment before disappearing, and Linghua moved to the roof near the city gate, quietly waiting for Sun Lianran's last step.

"Put!"

"Hey!"

Sun Lianran and Yang Xichi's voices overlapped, and the little demons who had turned into prototypes in Chongjun all disappeared, and they teleported to the Qingyou Gate in the next second.

And the blood in Sun Lianran's eyes suddenly disappeared, the original whiteness of her eyeballs slowly revealed, she stood in place a little worried, the Xiang Suisheng beside her had long been far away from her, seeing that she no longer paid attention to herself, she became a betrayer like his father and fled.

The so-called "attack", now only Sun Lianran is left standing alone outside the city gate, feeling the blood rain falling into the city.

It's a pity that all this blood was blocked out by the anti-demon array built by Yang Xichi, and the round blood droplets stayed in the sky above Chongjun and no longer fell.

Linghua jumped off the city tower, stood in the distance of Sun Lianran, and caught a drop of blood blown down by the wind: "Sun Lianran, may you no longer be used so thoroughly because of hatred."

She reversed her wrist and aimed her light whip at Sun Lianran's arm to deliver a blow. Although Sun Lianran concentrated on releasing a large amount of spiritual power to break the formation, she was distracted by the attack cast by Linghua.

She didn't make any moves, and she was forced to take Linghua's whip, and the blood from the wound on her arm floated in the air. The remaining spiritual power was about to be exhausted, and she gathered the blood flowing out in the palm of her hand, muttering in her mouth, and suddenly the blood beads exploded into a burning fire.

Sun Lianran used her other hand to push the fireball into Chongjun City with all her might, and the four inns she had laid out were bloody, and there was already a faint firelight.

At this time, Yang Xichi's voice came again: "Gu!"

The disciples of Qingyoumen received the order, and then changed the seal, and the detachment aimed at the four inns to strengthen the seal, and the protruding fire was quickly suppressed.

Seeing the situation, Linghua no longer showed mercy to his subordinates, and threw the light whip hard, precisely wrapping around Sun Lianran's wrist. She seemed to be salvaging the air

In general, he grabbed the cold light of late autumn and gathered on the light whip.

The whip body seemed to be coated with a layer of glittering golden light, and the scorching spiritual power exuded a powerful aura. The whip spun in the air and hit Sun Lianran hard.

At this moment, the sound of "Zizi" sounded, Heng Gu flashed from the air, jumped down, and thunder and lightning burst out from his palm and hit Sun Lianran's Heavenly Spirit Gai. It was as if she had been struck by lightning, and the only thing she had to do was a lightning-like scar on her exposed skin.

The smell of burnt paste rushed into his nasal passages, as if he heard some cracking and sticky sound. The red light in the four places in Chongjun slowly weakened until it disappeared.

Heng Gu withdrew his hand and looked coldly at Sun Lianran spitting out a mouthful of blood: "I can kill you once, naturally I can kill you a second time, I can't continue to let you harm the world."

The flesh of the night-like woman fell off the bones, and you could see the flesh moving slowly under the cloth through her clothes.

"It's over......" Sun Lianran muttered to herself, shedding a drop of blood and tears, "It's finally over, my life is so bitter."

She no longer covered her flesh with her clothes, but let it fall off the soles of her feet, and the rotten flesh mixed with the blood, and she was gradually reduced to a skeleton.

A few bits of fluorescent light flew out of her body, as if a lifetime review, and like her deepest memory, appeared in front of Linghua and Henggu's eyes-

She floated like a rag in the grotto, and the flesh of her whole body was re-pasted by a pair of jade hands, which passed on her supreme spiritual power, but she didn't care if she could afford it.

"From now on you will be my weapon and my hand. Now on, go, go to the world, and fulfill my wish."

She was forced to struggle with the huge spiritual power and the resentment that had not yet been exhausted, and repeatedly wrapped her body with strips of cloth that was oozing blood due to the backlash: "It hurts, it hurts...... If you knew this was the case, why bother, let yourself be so miserable for the sake of hatred."

But she had to bear it.

Her body no longer belongs to her, Jiang Caokong only needs a light thought, she is her hand, and she can be controlled to do anything.

Saved Xiang Suisheng in Jieping Town, appeared everywhere in the world to kill people, drink blood, and become a controlled blade. took Jiang Caokong's wish as his own, and wiped out his existence cleanly.

"The end of life came so late, but fortunately I waited. If you can't die together, let's suffer together."

Her voice, like her life, was scattered across the land beyond the city gates.

The blood stains in Chongjun are gone, the red light is gone, the blood rain is gone, Sun Lianran is gone, and all the traces of her existence are gone.

Maybe only Linghua and Henggu in the world still remember what kind of woman Sun Lianran was before she was hit, maybe only Sun Lianran herself knows how she walked into the abyss step by step after she was no longer a human being, and how her heart was full of distortion and remorse.

Nothing matters anymore, because it's just in the past.

At this time, there was only laughter and laughter in Chongjun, the people poked their heads out of their homes and cheered on the streets, and the disciples of Qingyoumen silently retreated to the inn, preparing to go to the next location.

And Linghua, put away Sun Lianran's skeleton, raised his eyes to look in the direction of Jingyin Temple, and was silent for a long time.