He only said that he asked Wanzhu to assassinate Qianshu with all his might, but he didn't care that if he failed, Wanzhu was also very likely to die.

Cultivators are all about pleasure and revenge, and no one will leave anyone who wants to assassinate them.

But Wan Zhu did not refute, let alone refuse.

"Yes."

She replied simply, like a lifeless machine.

The news that Lotus Hellfire can get as long as he completes the task spreads quickly, but this task is simple and simple, and it is not simple to say that it is not simple.

Although Xue Linghua is easy to find, it is not easy to bring it back with a fresh appearance.

This news also reached the ears of Yu Fengya and others.

"Senior brother, didn't we see this Xue Linghua in the Valley of the Wind last time, there are mountains and fields all over the place."

Yu Fengya is now wearing someone else's shell, which makes Yu Qianmo a little unaccustomed.

He was silent for a moment before replying, "Yes, but Xue Linghua is fragile and dies in the twilight of life, and she can barely survive after leaving the Valley of the Wind, so it is still a little difficult." ”

"But that's the Lotus Flower Hellfire, no matter how difficult it is, someone will break their heads and go to find it, senior brother, let's go too."

"You're not a fire spirit root, what's the use of wanting that lotus flower hell fire?"

Yu Fengya tugged at the corners of her mouth, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes, "Although I am not a fire spirit root, this body has a fire spirit root, although it is a water, fire, earth and wood spirit root, but it can barely be used." ”

"Besides, Ye Xuanxin of Qianqiu Gate is the main fire spirit root, you say they won't go?"

Yu Qianmo had no choice but to nod, admitting that she had some truth in what she said.

"Then I'll go with you, aren't you afraid that they will find out anything?"

"Senior brother." She pursed her lips, grabbed his sleeve and shook it dissatisfiedly, "Anyway, they have long suspected me, even if you are with me, it can't prove that I am not this Lu Jiake." ”

"Besides, if we get the Lotus Flower Hellfire, we can also neutralize it with the cold qi of the Moon God Bead, so that Senior Brother will not be so weak stimulated by the cold and yin qi of the Moon God Bead."

The Moon God Bead has always been in Yu Qianmo's hands, and the Moon God Bead itself is an extremely yin thing, Yu Fengya is afraid that she will damage her body if she holds it, and she is even more afraid that she will be sucked in by the Moon God Bead.

Being shaken by her like this, Yu Qianmo didn't have the heart to say anything more, his current cultivation has entered a difficult point, the spiritual power in the past was too easy, and now he wants to meditate and cultivate again, but he has half the effort, it is really difficult for him.

Coupled with the damage of the cold and yin qi of the Moon God Bead, Yu Qianmo had no intention of meditating and cultivating honestly at all.

"That's what you said, then let's leave immediately, don't delay the hour."

The two were about to go to Yaotai, but they ran into Qu Songmu.

When he saw Yu Qianmo, he subconsciously said, "Senior Brother Qianmo is good." ”

Then he reacted, "Jia Ke, why are you with Senior Brother Qianmo?" ”

Yu Fengya didn't bother to deal with him, and said casually: "Senior Brother Qianmo wants to take me to the mission." ”

"Task? What task? Can I go with you? ”

Qu Songmu looked at her and asked, his eyes as gentle and serious as ever.

But Yu Fengya secretly rolled her eyes in her heart, thinking that even if he was like this, even if he went, he could only drag his feet.

But I thought of Qianshu and others.

Yu Fengya couldn't help laughing, "Of course you can, if Senior Brother Qu doesn't bother, come with us." ”

Qu Songmu smiled and nodded, there was a butterfly hairpin hidden in his sleeve, and he wanted to take it out and give it to her, but Yu Fengya didn't wait for him to speak, and directly pulled Yu Qianmo in front of him.

A trace of loss slipped through Qu Songmu's eyes, so he had to hide the butterfly hairpin in his sleeve.

I don't know why, this junior sister always gives him a sense of distance and strangeness.

But thinking of Qianshu's words, Qu Songmu couldn't believe that how could a fresh girl like his junior sister be taken away.

She still recognizes herself, but she is still lively and cute.

Qu Songmu couldn't help but clench the hairpin in his sleeve, until the hard spike broke through the palm of his hand, and a tingling pain woke up his senses.

Qu Songmu hurriedly shook his head and followed the two of them.

The Valley of the Wind is not close to Xuanzong, and even Edgeworth will take a day and a night to reach.

Qianshu simply took the opportunity to continue meditating and practicing on the road, not to think about Xiao Qinglong and Ah Ruo.

I don't know if Xiao Qinglong is doing well in the world of flowers, and I don't know if Ah Ruo has swam back to the Phantom Sea.

Although she can't go to the Phantom Sea at the moment, she can take advantage of the full moon night in the near future to take a look at the world of flowers.

In the sea of clouds, only she and Wanzhu were peaceful.

Qianshu sat firmly on the end of the sword, and Wanzhu's mind moved slightly.

She waved her hand, and the long sword fell into her hand, without any hesitation, and the blade pointed straight at Qianshu's heart.

By the time the defenseless Qianshu reacted, the blade of the sword had already pierced through the clothes, cut through the flesh, and pierced the heart with a sword.

She hadn't even felt any pain, she lowered her head, the shiny blade pierced her chest, and the blood was still warm and red.

She really didn't expect that Wan Zhu would attack her halfway.

"Why?"

Although she has an average relationship with Wanzhu, it is far from the point of cannibalism.

"Just wanted to test whether you would die or not."

Qianshu's mind was dizzy, but the first thing he felt was not anger but a kind of ridiculousness.

But I can't laugh even if I want to.

Xue Liang's sword body was withdrawn from her body, and countless cold winds seemed to be poured into the wound, and she felt a chill from the bottom of her heart.

Will she die?

Gurgling blood flowed down his clothes, gradually staining the body of the Snow Cold Sword red.

Her eyes went black, and she fell straight from the sky.

Wan Zhu held the long sword flat in front of her, watching her blood slowly drip down the snowy sword body, leaving no trace, and the sword body reflected her indifferent eyebrows.

It stands to reason that she should catch up with her at this moment and make up for another sword, so that she can see if she will die or not, but her feet are as if she has roots, and she can't move.

Suddenly, her fingertips were hot, and when she looked down, it turned out that her blood droplets were blown to her fingertips by the wind.

Bright red blood bloomed like a plum blossom on her left index finger.

It seems that from this drop of blood, from the fingertips to the knuckles, gradually to the palms, arms, and even to the heart, from there a throbbing pain spreads to the whole body.

It's really strange, why is she the one who gets the sword, but the uncomfortable person will be herself?

Why would a heartless machine like her feel heartache?

It was as if the drop of blood was not blood, but a steel needle made of blood, and it was pierced directly through the gap between her nails, and she couldn't help but tremble in pain.

Thousands of differences, thousands of deaths.

It seems that there is only one thought left.

Wanzhu was cold, and she couldn't even defend herself with a sword, she flew down, but there was no longer a figure of Qianshu.