"When everyone was at a loss and had nothing to do, the baby in the mysterious hand woke up at some point, and when he saw such a crazy Zheng Moyan, he didn't cry but was very happy loudly, laughed very happily, and stretched out two cute little hands to hug!

It is also miraculous, a miracle happened, Zheng Moyan heard the baby's bright laughter and actually quieted down, and the "Holy Annihilation" sword in his hand also stayed less than three millimeters of the baby's throat.

"Tick, tick, tick", "Holy Annihilation" The sound of blood dripping on the grass kept coming from the sword head, and several people around looked at this incredible scene, all of them were shocked, and they could put two big eggs in their mouths, poor Four Heavenly Kings That was the existence of the overlord of the cultivation realm, and now it has completely reduced to an emoji!

The red color slowly receded from Zheng Moyan's eyes, and gradually returned to his senses, needless to say that he understood everything, and looked at the mysterious man for a while, and withdrew the sword in his hand.

There were no words, no superfluous movements, it was all meaningless now, and he was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, Senior Brother Zheng!"

Hearing shouting to himself, Zheng Moyan did not stop and continued to walk forward.

"Zheng Moyan, it's not too late for you to listen to me before you leave! There's no rush for this time! The mysterious man spoke again.

This time, Zheng Moyan hesitated, stopped, pointed to a corner next to him, and walked over first.

The two of them were silent for a while, they didn't need to speak, they just looked at each other, I don't know how long it was, maybe it didn't take long, in short, there was no concept of time here.

Looking at the sword in Zheng Moyan's hand, the mysterious man said: "You can't use this "Holy Annihilation", it is constantly eroding your divine sense, don't forget what happened to the ancestors of the Heavenly Sect!" ”

Zheng Moyan didn't speak, looked down at the sword in his hand, and just said a soft "um".

"I've got a way to get rid of your bad spirit."

"Oh, what's the solution?"

"I don't know if you've heard of the Demon Sect's "Furnace Ding" method! ”

The so-called "furnace ding" is a technique that everyone despises evil, that is, to cultivate a disciple with good talents and qualifications from an early age, and take him to take special methods when he is an adult at the age of eighteen, such as "collecting yin and replenishing yang", "directly exchanging blood" and so on, which can be described as extremely cruel.

Back then, it can be said that everyone was punished, and although the people who practiced this art were all in the limelight, there was often only one end, and that was to be attacked by the group!

Zheng Moyan's face still didn't change, no one knew what he was thinking, he took the baby from the mysterious man with an expressionless face, and without any extra explanation, he directly pinched his fingers and flew away.

He naturally knew about this kind of evil art, but it had been lost for thousands of years, and he didn't expect to see it tonight, looking at the sleeping baby lying in his arms, he couldn't help but smile from the bottom of his heart, very kind and warm.

Fang Beisheng, who had been eavesdropping outside, heard this, as if 10,000 grass and mud horses were galloping by, and he didn't know how to describe his current mood, whether it was eighteen thunders or numbness, then he was tired for a moment, he wanted to destroy the whole world, the whole soul was lost, and the seven spirits also knew where to run, and the faith that he had insisted on since childhood completely collapsed at this moment.

He didn't know how he came back, and he didn't know how he was lying in bed, recalling the conversation between Shizun and the mysterious man just now, his heart really hurt, it hurt.

It turned out that his whole family was killed by his master! It turns out that he is just the "Dan furnace" of the master, and since he was a child, the master has taught himself to think of the common people, to care about the teachings of the sect, and to destroy all evil demons and foreign ways with the correct law, it turns out that it is all fake, haha is all fake!

I recall that no matter what kind of mistakes I made since I was a child, my master would not blame myself, and I would give myself any good things first, so it was, so it was, it turned out that I was a fool, and I was fooled by others for more than ten years, hehe!

Fang Beisheng suffered such a blow, he was naturally a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy who couldn't admit it, he didn't know what to do, who to talk to, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

In his sleep, he dreamed of the miserable scene of his master incarnated as "Shura" and killing their entire village, he was very frightened, trembling, watching his relatives fall one after another, but he couldn't do anything, he hated in the dream and was impotent and furious.

"When, dang, when" The three knocks on the door woke up Fang Beisheng in the dream, and now his whole body is prostration, sweat, and his forehead is even more dissatisfied with the beads of sweat, he endured the grief in his heart, got out of bed and poured a glass of water and asked.

"Who?!"

"Sheng'er, it's the master!" Zheng Moyan's gentle voice came from the door.

"Huh?" Although there were many doubts in his heart, in order to make Zheng Moyan arouse unnecessary suspicions, Fang Beisheng still tidied up his clothes and went to open the door.

What came to the door was Zheng Moyan's amiable smile, but this smiling face didn't know why it was discordant, this smile was like a weasel greeting a chicken for the New Year.

Fang Beisheng was still wondering what was going on at this time? Did he know about the eavesdropping? With a lot of thoughts, I went to space.

Zheng Moyan found that there was something wrong with his apprentice.

"Why don't you invite me to come in and sit down?"

Fang Beisheng, who was still in fugue space, was pulled back to reality by Shizun, and hurriedly invited Zheng Moyan into the house.

"Oh, oh, please, Master!"

"Hmm!"

Zheng Moyan nodded with satisfaction, walked into the room with a boastful pace, and looked around casually before doing it.

Fang Beisheng came to the side, picked up the cup on the table, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Zheng Moyan.

"Master, please drink tea!"

Zheng Moyan took the cup, put it to his lips and put the cup down.

"I don't know what the master has to tell you to find an apprentice late at night?"

Fang Beisheng asked cautiously, Zheng Moyan frowned when he saw him so nervous.

"Sheng'er, why are you so nervous? Can't you come and sit if you have nothing to do as a teacher? ”

"Well, no, no, it's not, Fang Cai had a nightmare, and he hasn't recovered yet, thank you for your concern."

"Hey, Sheng'er, it's not right to be a teacher, I've been busy, and I haven't had time to see you since you woke up."

"I met Lao Qi just now, Lao Qi said that you are a little wrong, the whole person is in a trance, decadent, and there is no response to greet you, so I can't rest assured that the teacher came to see you."

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine!"

"Are you alright?"

"It's all right!"

"It's okay, give this some concentrating and qi-replenishing elixir, you take a little!"

Fang Beisheng stepped forward to take the pill, and looked at the bottle as if it was a little wrong, but Zheng Moyan was staring at himself from the side, and had no choice but to pour out one and put it in his mouth!

"Thank you, Master, the disciple feels good, good, good."

Under his feet, Fang Beisheng suddenly felt dizzy, his head was dizzy, and he had no strength in his body, there was really a problem with the bad pill!

"Master, why are you doing this?!" Fang Beisheng lay on the ground weakly, keeping his consciousness as much as he could.

Zheng Moyan finally tore off his hypocritical face, and looked at his good apprentice with a cruel smile, his eyes were like a butcher looking at a slaughtered animal, and there was no more love in his eyes, only greed, desire, and ambition.

"My good apprentice, why? Don't you hear it all? I have worked hard to raise you for 18 years, of course, for this moment to make you my "furnace ding"! ”

Fang Beisheng still wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak, he wanted to resist but couldn't raise any strength, he was unwilling, his consciousness became more and more blurred, his eyes became more and more tired, and he saw the world a little illusory.

True and false, false and true, false and true, false and real, real and false, there have been too many things recently, he can't tell which one is reality and which one is a dream for a while, how much he hopes that all this is false.

Zheng Moyan squatted down lightly, took out a magic weapon that he didn't know what it was, and prepared to extract Fang Beisheng's blood, refining the essence blood.

The higher the cultivation level, the purer the essence of the blood, and the more pure the blood, the greater the use, such as: improve your own cultivation, change a person's physique, let you be reborn alone, the flesh and bones of the living dead, and so on!

At the last moment of consciousness, Fang Beisheng seemed to accept his fate, closed his eyes, and waited for the last moment of his life to come, since the ending was already doomed, why did he come to this world so painfully.

There are too many beautiful things in this world that I haven't had time to experience, and the scenes of my life keep flashing in my mind, and the memory stops after the mysterious woman who has been in my mind.

I'm afraid that my only regret is that I didn't see this mysterious woman, and the corners of my eyes couldn't help but moisten, leaving a tear.

"It's snowing, I'm thinking about you, I wonder if you have a sense? I'm waiting for you, when will you come home! ”

Suddenly, a strange voice came again, and this time the originally groggy brain became extremely clear, and the closed eyes suddenly opened.

"Ahh

With a heart-rending scream, Fang Beisheng suddenly got up, the beads of sweat on his head kept flowing down his forehead, his back was already soaked, he looked around, and touched himself again, it turned out to be a dream.

Wiping the sweat beads on his head, Fang Beisheng got up and came to the table to pour a glass of water to drink, at this time he was so thirsty that he couldn't quench his thirst after drinking a cup, and he drank several glasses in a row before he got better.