As if in response to Mrs. Panlong, a flash of inspiration flashed on the high wall of the manor, and a prohibition suddenly rose.

Mrs. Panlong looked at the manor in a daze, frowned, and muttered, "He met that ghost cultivator?" With his strength, how could he survive? ”

The old man took a sip of strong tea and said indifferently: "Ling Xiao." Xuanjizi really accepted a good apprentice, Jiang Yu ignored her master, but she inquired about this person twice in three days, and even Ah He sent it! ”

Seeing that he pulled back from his apprentice, Mrs. Panlong sneered: "When the predecessors killed Jiang Li back then, they should have thought that the Jiang family would hate you from now on!" ”

The old man glanced at her and said lightly: "It's not the Jiang family that hates me." The Xiao family back then, Ling Xiao now, and you on Panlong Island, which one doesn't hate me? ”

Mrs. Panlong's face sank: "I knew so, but you still did it." ”

The old man smiled, and suddenly sat up straight, with a palpitating cold light in his eyes!

"Who do you think I am?"

He said word for word.

"The Jiang family hates me, but I still accept Jiangyu as an apprentice and teach each other! The Xiao family hates me, but I still rely on them and support them vigorously! As for you, hate me for so many years, curse me on Panlong Island every day, and I will go with you. Hmph, do you think I'm good-tempered? No, I don't care. ”

"The death of a deviant Jiang Li in exchange for eighty years of stability in the Northern Liang Kingdom. Death of an ambitious Xiao Bufan, the Xiao family will be obedient from now on! ”

"They're worth dying!"

"I do my duty, how can I care about others scolding me?"

Madame Panlong was silent.

Looking at this stubborn and fanatical old man in front of her, she was silent.

The reign of Zifengtai has always been accompanied by blood.

The butcher who is full of evil is never limited to the ranks of the bad guys.

After a long time, Mrs. Panlong said, "But you are dying." ”

When the old man heard this, his arrogance was deflated, his bones softened, and he shrank on a small stool.

"yes, I'm dying."

"Five hundred years on, the shadow of death has never tormented me so much as it does now."

Mrs. Panlong said: "After you die, how can you be sure that the Xiao family will not regain their ambitions?" How can you be sure that the position you have maintained all your life will definitely pass on to your designated heirs? ”

The old man squinted at her and said, "Who in the world has no ambitions?" As for the heir, Zifengtai never specified such a thing. ”

"Three hundred years ago, in order to sit in this position, I killed 89 of my fellow disciples, and the name of each of them is still memorized by me."

"Three hundred years later, it's the turn of the river fish."

"And, she's already preparing."

The old man drank the last pot of tea, and his gaze, intentionally or unintentionally, swept over the manor not far away.

"Let's get down to business!"

The old man retracted his gaze, tapped his fingertips on the tabletop, and said, "Help me find this ghost to cultivate." ”

Mrs. Panlong said, "I may not be able to do it. ”

"You do your best, talk to Jiang Yu directly, I should go."

The old man stood up, took out the loose pieces of silver, and placed them on the table.

Mrs. Panlong asked, "Where are you going?" ”

The old man smiled and said, "The old neighbor hasn't seen me for a long time, it's time to go and say hello." ”

After just one sentence, the figure of the old man had already stepped out of the city and disappeared into the vast wilderness.

Mrs. Panlong was stunned for a long time, and suddenly sighed faintly.

In the past, she hated the old man very much, but just now, she suddenly understood his loneliness.

dedicated his life to Zifengtai, and did not hesitate to make countless enemies, but in the end, he betrayed his relatives and walked through the last journey of his life alone.

To outsiders, he is hateful.

But for Zifengtai, he is respectable.

Knowing that the Jiang family hated him, he also accepted the river fish and laid the foundation for the next generation of Zifengtai.

knew that the Xiao family hated him, but he also vigorously supported the Xiao family, just because he could use it.

……

"Sister Yu, you are my own sister!"

Ling Xiao looked at the rising forbidden light curtain, and the ecstasy on his face made his facial features almost distorted!

The ban that Jiangyu lent him is too strong!

Even if a number of late-stage foundation building monks join forces, they will not be able to break through in a short period of time!

Now, the safety factor of the manor has been greatly improved!

The only drawback is that the consumption of spirit stones is too large!

Usually it's okay, after all, there is a setting that automatically absorbs the aura of heaven and earth, which is enough to maintain the operation of the prohibition.

But once attacked, the consumption of spirit stones will reach an extremely terrifying level!

As for how terrifying it is, it depends on the intensity of the enemy's attack.

Ling Xiao thought about it, gritted his teeth and put a third-order spirit stone into the array plate.

This third-order spirit stone is still the one that was tried at dawn that year, and Ling Xiao has been reluctant to use it at all times except for one time when he was building the foundation.

Now there is still about half of the aura left, which is equivalent to 50 second-order spirit stones!

"Enough to resist for a while."

Ling Xiao thought so.

It's best for the ghost cultivator not to come back and attack, and let him continue to keep this third-order spirit stone.

After taking care of the manor's defense, Ling Xiao finally put his mind at ease and sat down to study the information of the magic treasure.

The magic treasure can be regarded as an advanced version of the magic weapon, which is more powerful and more demonic, and generally only monks above the late stage of foundation building can drive it.

After all, this thing is the magic weapon of the Jindan monk!

However, not all magic weapons can be advanced into magic treasures.

Only those of the highest quality and pure magic weapons have a chance, and they also need long-term and meticulous "breeding" to make them advanced.

"Isn't it okay to keep free-range?"

This thought popped up in Ling Xiao's mind.

Then, he shook his head again, not thinking about it.

The Demon Sword Soul Destroyer doesn't advance or not, he doesn't care, as long as this thing can be used!

After figuring out the situation of the magic treasure, he checked the information of Izumo Tsukiki who had infiltrated it.

An Izumo Province Tsukiki monk was currently wandering in the mountains 2,700 miles to the northeast, and Ling Xiao had to hurry to avoid the other party running away.

"It's so far."

Ling Xiao stretched, checked the equipment, talismans, and spirit stones, and then set off.

When leaving, of course, you have to use the mirror to make sure that the ghost cultivator is watching nearby, and when he sees him leaving home, he immediately breaks into the empty door.

Get out of the windswept city.

Ling Xiaocai picked up the peachwood sword and galloped away.

Three days later.

Bang!

Thunder descended into the world, mixed with a fierce roar, and a long and narrow blade that was dark and dull suddenly cut a woman in two!

The woman didn't even scream before she died, and she died.

There was still a trace of fear and a deep suspicion in his eyes.

She never seemed to have thought that she would be killed in such a way!

Trample.

A pair of leather boots appeared next to the woman's corpse, and the owner of the boots pointed at him, and the magic knife came in a flash, cutting off the woman's head, and then swaying the demonic wind, devouring the remaining part of the corpse.

Under the fox mask, there are a pair of eyes that are so flat that they have no emotion.

Ling Xiao picked up the woman's storage bag, and after checking it, she rose into the sky and disappeared into the distance.