Wuji is right, Ying Yiran and Lin Ziyue are enemies in their previous lives, when they first met, the two didn't deal with each other, this time they met, they still didn't deal with each other, they were at odds with each other, sparks splashed everywhere, and there was no time to stop.

Wuji had a headache, so he had to interrupt their fierce but erratic argument and asked the most critical question: "Is this guy really from the Meng family?"

When it came to business, Ying Yiran, who was still full of fighting spirit just now, suddenly wilted like a frosted eggplant, tears rippled in her eyes, and the blood stains in the corners of her eyes melted, looking so pitiful and helpless, even Lin Ziyue was embarrassed to hit her again.

"Empire...... Something went wrong. Ying also cried loudly.

Lin Ziyue blinked, wanting to speak again. She looked at Mowgli, the corners of her mouth slightly raised. Mowgli pretended not to see it.

He knew what she was trying to say. There are many things, if she wants to know, she can guess, but she is lazy, not as willing to use her brain as Ying Yiran, and many times she seems more wooden. If you really think of her as an innocent little girl, you can't tell who will be sold in the end.

"Don't cry, don't cry, let's talk about it first, what's going on?"

Ying Yiran reluctantly suppressed her crying, turned her head to look at the strong man who was tied up in a knot, and spoke. "His name is Meng Wuving, and he is the third son of Meng Ziwei, the general of Long Xiang......"

Ying Yiran only learned the truth by chance a few days ago.

Although Meng Wuyi is the same age as Ying Yiran, he is more than 30 years older than Ying Yiran. Ying Yiran has always treated him as a father and brother, and Meng Wushu has never acted out of the ordinary. Recently, Meng Wushu has suddenly become bold, and he keeps talking to her, sometimes even out of line.

In order to take care of Meng Ziwei's face, Ying Yiran did not say it explicitly, but clearly told Meng that she was invincible, she had always only regarded him as a brother, and there was a huge age difference. There can be no childlike affection.

Unexpectedly, Meng Wushu revealed a piece of news: a great change occurred in the capital, Yingyang General Yin Jiao destroyed the Heavenly Academy, except for a limited number of people such as Senior Brother Ying Ziqing and Ling Hu Minzhi, most of the disciples of the Heavenly Academy, including Wuji, were buried in the Heavenly Book Tower.

As soon as he heard the news, Ying Yiran immediately understood what Meng Zi meant as father and son. The Heavenly Academy was destroyed, and the imperial court was faced with the problem of how to deal with General Ying Yang. If it is not severely punished, no one will take the court seriously in the future. It must be severely punished, and the imperial court does not have such strength.

At this time, the opinion of the Meng brothers is very important. Meng Ziwei has the Dragon Legion in his hands. Meng Zili is the national teacher of Tianrong Academy, if the Meng family falls to the side of the Yin family again, the court will be completely out of control. At this time, let alone sending a princess to the Meng family, as long as the Meng family can continue to support the imperial court, the Son of Heaven will agree to any conditions.

Although he knew that it was impossible for Meng Wuyi to lie, Ying Yiran still didn't want to believe it. She went to ask Meng Ziwei in person, but she was closed. General Meng Ziwei refused to see her and restricted her movements. Ying also can't figure out the details. I had to find an opportunity to escape and rush back to Xianyang.

"Is it true, the Heavenly Academy was destroyed?" Ying Yiran held Wuji's hand tightly and asked anxiously.

"We're all here. Can there be a fake?" Lin Ziyue pursed her lips and expressed disdain.

"Mowgli, you sue me quickly!"

"Pretty much. "Mowgli is noncommittal. "Whether the Heavenly Academy was destroyed or not, I don't know. But the losses are certainly not small. The sword formation I just practiced must be useless, and few people should be able to escape. I escaped by luck, but I was chased and killed by Yin Jiao......"

"You're fine. What about Yin Jiao?"

"He was tricked into a cave by me and buried in the mountain. ”

Ying Yiran breathed a sigh of relief, gritted his teeth and said: "This traitor and thief is innocent of death." ”

"Don't rejoice too soon. Mowgli shook his head. "Although he is 99 percent dead, we have not seen his body, and no one can say whether he will survive or not. ”

"Can you survive in this situation?" Before Ying Yiran could speak, Lin Ziyue shouted first.

"It's very unlikely, but ......" Mowgli paused. "At least it's much more likely than to enter the Tao. If he can enter the Tao, he may survive. ”

Lin Ziyue's face changed slightly. The figure of Yin Jiao flying in the air, and the palm wind falling from the sky, appeared in her mind again.

Ying Yiran's face was even more ugly. If Yin Jiao dies, the imperial court will still have a chance to win over the Meng family and support it for a while. If Yin Jiao hadn't died, the Meng family would probably fall to the Yin family, and the court would have no chance at all.

She turned her gaze to Mowgli. To deal with the Yin suburbs of the Dao Realm, there are only Wuji and Lin Ziyue, who are also Dao Realms. Lin Ziyue is an opponent, and she can only pin her hopes on Wuji.

"Wuji, since you can defeat him once, you can defeat him a second time, right? You and I go back to Xianyang, okay?"

Lin Ziyue snorted, stopped talking, and pursed her lips disapprerovingly.

"The Tianshu Tower is destroyed, and it's useless for me to go to Xianyang. Mowgli shook his head. "Moreover, as I said just now, I didn't defeat Yin Jiao, I just tricked him into the cave. If it was a head-to-head match, I wouldn't be his opponent at all. ”

"That'...... What should I do then?" Ying Yiran thought for a while, and suddenly said: "Let's go to Zifu Mountain, let's go to Zifu Mountain again, as you said, the Lingtai of Zifu Mountain is a Tianshu Pagoda......"

Wuji looked at Ying with pity. Since he met Ying Yiran, it was the first time he had seen Ying Yiran so panicked.

Ying Yiran said half of it, and also understood. The spiritual platform of Zifu Mountain was destroyed last year, and it is useless to go to Zifu Mountain now. Without a building like the Heavenly Book Tower, even if Wuji returned to the Purple Moon Forest, he would not be able to quickly improve his realm, so he could only use his advantage of being younger than Yin Jiao to cultivate slowly.

She slowly let go of the hand that held Mowgli's arm and fainted.

"Hehe, you can't help it. Meng Wudi, who had been lying on the side, suddenly laughed. "Let me go, send these two princesses up, and I will be happy, and maybe I will persuade my father to spare your life. ”

"Thank you for your kindness. Wuji made a look, and the stone and wood walked up, and one person grabbed one of Meng Wu's hands and legs. Meng Wushu was taken aback and screamed. The stone and the wood ignored him, and with a roar of rage, tore him into four pieces.

"Cut off his head, gouge out his eyes and tongue, and give it to Meng Ziwei. Wuji sneered: "I hate this kind of treacherous and loyal thing the most." ”

......

Nanshan.

Yin Congzhou stood in front of the long crack. The eye sockets are deep-set and the eyes are bloodshot.

Hundreds of craftsmen are struggling to excavate, and the part of the mountain that collapsed just three months ago has been hollowed out, and he has not found what he wants to see. There is neither the corpse of Wuji nor the corpse of Yin Jiao.

Seeing that the results were about to appear in front of him, he was even more apprehensive.

In the nearby mountains, he found the corpses of nine eagle attendants, and the thirteen eagles except for Xuanying, and the twelve eagles all died at Wuji's hands, making it difficult for Yin Congzhou to believe that Yin Jiao would be an exception. He couldn't figure out how high Mowgli's realm was. But he never dared to underestimate Mowgli.

Wuji didn't have a long time in Xianyang, but every time his opponent was very strong, he had enough strength to kill him, but in the end, without exception, he became his subordinate and was killed by him.

Yin Jiao's realm is very smart, but in the face of Wuji, he has no certainty of victory. The death of Nine Eagles seems to have proved Mowgli's cunning. No matter what aspect it is, it is unlikely that Yin Jiao will survive.

Even if he hadn't been crushed to death by the collapsed mountain. You can't survive a three-month hunger strike without water, can you?

Yin Congzhou suddenly regretted a little, feeling that he was too forward-looking to do things. If you don't care about the suspicion of others, send a large number of craftsmen to empty these mountains in a short time. Maybe Yin Jiao has a little more chance of surviving. Right now...... There is no hope.

Yin Congzhou's heart swelled up with a bitterness that was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved, and his shoulders were heavy.

For more than three months, he had to put on a winning ticket and deal with the court. bargained with various families, and secretly arranged people to dig the mountain, hoping to find Yin Jiao. At the very least, it is necessary to determine his life and death. He was so tired and exhausted that he almost reached the point where he could not sustain himself.

He didn't know if he could afford to see what was in front of him.

What if all he saw was Yin Jiao's corpse, and it was a corpse that had been starved to death?

Yin Congzhou suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness, raised his hand, and motioned to the excavating craftsman to stop the construction.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" Yin Guang, the fourth son of Yin Jiao and Yin Xuan's disciple, walked over quickly and asked anxiously, "Why did you stop digging, it's about to end?"

"Far away, wait. Yin Congzhou waved his hand, sat down on the chair next to him, and closed his eyes.

Although Yin Guang was puzzled, he still obeyed the order. Yin Jiao is not there, Yin Congzhou is the head of the Yin family. He did not dare to disobey Yin Congzhou's orders.

Although the craftsmen were inexplicable, they obediently left and retreated to a distant valley to rest.

Yin Congzhou adjusted his breathing and tried his best to calm himself. Before the final mystery is about to be revealed, he wants to think about it all and make various contingency plans.

The noisy construction site suddenly fell silent, and it was eerily quiet.

Yin Cong didn't move, only his eyelids kept pulling.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and Huo Di stood up, his face ecstatic.

A thin figure stood in front of him, motionless, although covered in dust and skinny, it had an indescribable momentum, like a mountain, although it had gone through thousands of years of wind and rain, it still stood tall.

"Brother......" Yin Congzhou took a step forward, hugged Yin Jiao, and slowly knelt down. Tears of joy. "It's great that you're alive. Without you, I have no master, and everything is in chaos. ”

Yin Jiao raised his hand, gently stroked Yin Congzhou's back, and chuckled: "No, you have done a good job, you can already take charge on your own." ”

"No......" Yin Congzhou cried like a child. can get Yin Jiao's compliment, his hard work in the past few months has been worth it.

"You can. Yin Jiao handed over a long sword. "This time with Wuji, I was a blessing in disguise, and suddenly understood a lot of things that I didn't understand before, and now it's still the last point, I don't want to waste this opportunity, and I don't want to go back to Xianyang for the time being. ”

"Then where are you going?" Yin Congzhou took the long sword, surprised.

Yin Jiao smiled slightly, but there was an indescribable slaughter, which made Yin Congzhou shudder.

"Although the world is big, I am rampant. ”——

(To be continued......)