Dugu Jian's gaze lingered on Sanmiao's slender figure for a long time.

Dugu Jian didn't speak, and the others didn't dare to speak.

The entire stronghold of the Hehuan faction fell into a long silence.

Cold sweat, oozing from Sanmiao's snow-white forehead, flowed down her snow-like cheeks, and gathered on her slender chin, drop by drop, falling to the ground.

Her body trembled slightly, and she thought she had done something that made the gods angry.

Such silence almost drove her crazy, she endured fear, crawled to Dugu Jian's feet, and her touching red lips kissed the dust at Dugu Jian's feet, looking crazy:

"Sanmiao is guilty, Sanmiao is guilty, please punish the ancient gods! Please punish the Old Gods! ”

This is the ritual of meeting the ancient gods from the side of the Incense Valley, I heard that it was invented by a descendant, and that person was canonized as a saint by the ancient gods on the spot, and then, this ritual of meeting the ancient gods was popular throughout the Incense Valley.

Sanmiao also borrowed from this ritual of theirs today, hoping to make the ancient gods feel their piety and forgive their sins.

"Senior, Mrs. Sanmiao has worked hard without credit over the years, so you can let her go this time."

Baguio, who was standing beside Dugu Jian, opened his mouth and pleaded for Mrs. Sanmiao.

Dugu Jian was really silent for too long just now, and apart from being angry, everyone couldn't think of any other reason.

Sanmiao is like this, Baguio is like this, and all the female disciples of the Hehuan sect are like this, they all think that Dugu Jian's silence represents anger, and they think that a catastrophe is coming.

“……”

Only Lu Xueqi saw through everything.

She was the only one who had an in-depth communication with Dugu Jian among all the people present, and she was also the only one who saw the truth.

This lady is so charming and moving, she will definitely not be able to escape the palm of this god.

She could only sigh helplessly in her heart, she couldn't protect herself now, and she couldn't save others, not to mention that the other party was a demon witch, and she didn't want to save it.

"Okay, for Yao'er's sake, I'll spare you this time."

Dugu Jian took the opportunity to say, retracting his gaze unsatisfactorily, after all, he couldn't announce to the disciples that this god was just appreciating the work of art, that would be too embarrassing.

"Old God Mercy!"

Sanmiao's delicate body trembled and cried with joy.

"Get up."

"Yes."

Sanmiao got up from the ground cautiously, gently wiped the sweat beads from Xueyan with his sleeves, and stood beside Dugu Jian with some fear.

Her eyes glanced lightly at Baguio on the side, and cast her gratitude, she didn't expect that the rumor that the ghost king's daughter had won the favor of the ancient gods was actually true.

At the same time, she was also thinking in her heart, what did she do badly just now, which made the ancient gods displeased, and she must pay attention to it next time......

"You're a Hehuan faction, you're developing well,"

Dugu Jian walked in, his eyes swept over one female disciple after another, and he already had a rough judgment on the overall strength of the Hehuan Sect.

"Sanmiao doesn't dare to take credit, everything is a gift from the ancient gods!"

Mrs. Sanmiao hurriedly said, she didn't deliberately boast what she said, if there was no Dugu Sword to improve the exercises of the Hehuan Sect, it would be impossible for the Hehuan Sect to have the current foundation, and it would be impossible for her to break through the Taiqing level.

"Didn't you say in your letter that you had accepted a very good disciple? What about people? ”

Dugu Jian glanced around, among all the people present, there were people with high cultivation, but people with such qualifications as Sanmiao said did not appear.

Sanmiao's voice said in a panicked voice:

"Bottle went out to practice a while ago and hasn't returned yet."

"When you come back, bring it over for me to see."

"Three Miao for the bottle to thank the grace of the ancient gods!"

Sanmiao hurriedly said, his heart was overjoyed, if he could get a word or two of guidance from the ancient gods, it would be better than years of penance, this is the creation of the golden bottle.

Dugu Jian continued to visit the stronghold of the Rendezvous Sect.

Sanmiao introduced Dugu Jian to eight elder-level figures of the Hehuan faction, each of whom has the strength of the Shangqing level, although not as good as Mrs. Sanmiao, but they are all rare beauties.

She also summoned a few female disciples of the Hehuan faction for Dugu Jian to see, but unfortunately in Dugu Jian's opinion, their qualifications were still not enough, for the sake of their good looks, they each gave a word of advice, and let them go down.

In the evening, a secret letter was delivered to Sanmiao.

After Sanmiao finished reading it, he reported to Dugu Jian with a happy face:

"The ancient gods of Qiyu, the people of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate and the Immortal Hall, have decided to launch a surprise attack tonight."

Sanmiao brought the plans of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate and the Eternal Life Hall together, and with the ghost king, the inner ghost, all the arrangements of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate and the Eternal Life Hall can be clear to the Hehuan faction.

The temptation to enter the abyss was too great, and the poison god and Yuyangzi couldn't resist it in the end.

After some discussion with the Ghost King, the two decided to test the strength of the Hehuan Sect and show some sincerity before several priests arrived.

It's a pity that they don't know that the Ghost King has betrayed the Holy Mother of the Ming King, this is an impossible war to win, even if Dugu Sword doesn't make a move, they don't have the slightest chance of winning.

"Then I'll wait for them."

Dugu Jian smiled and nodded, the reason why he led the four major sects of the Demon Sect to Liubo Mountain was to make it easier to spell them.

Now it's okay, you don't have to do it yourself, these people get together on their own.

……

At the same moment, outside Liubo Mountain, a young man holding a burning stick was hurrying away.

Behind him, a woman, wearing a goose-yellow skirt, melon seed face, willow eyebrows, a pair of smart eyes revealing a bit of playfulness, at first glance looks like an innocent girl.

But if you look closely, there is a bit of charm in this innocent and playful face, as if it wants to hook away people's souls.

She kept a distance of about 100 meters and followed behind Zhang Xiaofan, Zhang Xiaofan walked fast, she walked fast; Zhang Xiaofan walked slowly, and she slowed down.

"I said, don't follow me anymore!"

Zhang Xiaofan turned his head abruptly and said to the woman behind him, with a look on his face, forcibly pretending to be a little indifferent.

The girl in the goose yellow dress smiled lightly:

"You go yours, I'll go mine, when will I follow you!"

Zhang Xiaofan said angrily:

"You've been following me all along!"

"Are the people of Qingyunmen so domineering? This road is not your family's, can I not walk if you can walk? The woman smiled skillfully, and there seemed to be stars shining in her moving eyes.

Zhang Xiaofan took a deep breath, he couldn't bear to say too much to this woman, thought about it for a while, and said:

"Jin Zhu'er, I saved your life before, but you also saved my life, you don't owe me anything, don't follow me anymore, if I am seen by the middle master of Qingyunmen, it will not be good for you and me."

Jin Bei'er looked at the flowers on the side, and said leisurely:

"I didn't follow you, you were smart yourself."

Zhang Xiaofan raised the burning stick in his hand:

"I said, good and evil are not mutually exclusive, see you in the future, you and I are enemies, if you don't leave, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Jin Bei'er simply closed her eyes and said:

"Then come on, kill me."

Zhang Xiaofan's expression was extremely painful:

"Don't push me."

"If I don't force you, it's fine." Jin Bei'er smiled, looked directly at Zhang Xiaofan, and said:

"Tell me, what did you see that day, in the ancient well of the full moon?"

There was a long silence.

Zhang Xiaofan's heart seemed to have a fierce beast roaring.

He seemed to have returned to that day, in the mountain behind Xiaozhufeng, and personally brought his beloved Senior Sister Ling'er to Senior Brother Dugu.

As soon as the picture turned, Senior Sister Ling'er turned into a golden bottle, and Zhang Xiaofan once again took it to Senior Brother Dugu with his own hands.

There was a heart-rending pain in his heart, but also an indescribable excitement.

He couldn't control the ugly desires in his heart, and he didn't dare to continue to contact Jin Bottle.

Because he didn't know what kind of action he would make, he couldn't control the demonic thoughts in his heart.

"I, I didn't see anything!"