At the foot of Wanren Mountain, the sky and the earth are vast, and the abyss is gray. In the depths of the dome scar abyss, there are strange rocks all around, old trees and dead grass, and many sword cultivators step on their swords and stand in the air, like dividing the remnants of the dawn. The girl standing on the black soil and rocks is as small as a mosquito and a fly.

Yin Qingle shook the robe on her body, raised her head with great effort, and looked up at the red-clothed girl who was stepping on the fairy sword and flying in the air. There are many male cultivators in the Xuanchi Sect, and the only female cultivator in a high position is the daughter of Yan Xun, whose name is Jiaojiao. This should be the person.

The Xuanchi Sect has the soul lamp of Yan Buzhi, and it is impossible for them not to know that Yan Buzhi is still alive. The questions she asks are as funny as casual jokes.

"Who are you?" The palms of his hands were sweating, and Yin Qingle chose the safest beginning.

Yan Jiaojiao frowned unhappily: "Who allowed you to ask?" Answer my question. ”

Unable to talk about him left and right, and he couldn't fight with sloppy eyes, Yin Qingle was stunned in his heart, bowed his head on the surface, and made a obedient appearance: "I have never killed any monks." This dress was given to me by a monk, and when he saw that I was a mortal, he relented for a moment and gave me a robe to resist the aura, I don't know if it was the person in the mouth of the fairy. ”

Yin Qingle clenched the spirit grass in his hand, and thought quickly in his heart. She had to go back and inform Yan Bu that he didn't know, and told him that the Yan family had caught up and they had to run away. But she was stared at by nearly a hundred monks, and the coercion alone overwhelmed her, let alone running wildly.

"And then? Do you know where he went? Yan Jiaojiao asked again.

Yin Qingle lied and didn't make a draft: "I don't know anything." ”

"Oh." Yan Jiaojiao said slowly, as if she believed it.

Yin Qingle whispered softly, lowered his head and asked respectfully: "In this case, can I leave?" I've been lost here for days, and I don't know if the fairy will show me the way out. ”

"Don't worry, it's useless for me to keep you." Yan Jiaojiao's beautiful eyes opened slightly, and Yin Qingle's eyes were full of contempt, as if she had regarded her as her own property, "Since Yan didn't know who had helped, he cut off his hands and feet, hung them, and chopped them alive." Mortals who are cowardly and afraid of death will surely scream miserably. At that time, I am not afraid that Yan will not know that I will not come out. ”

Yan Jiaojiao casually ordered the three disciples: "Do it." ”

Yin Qingle was dumbfounded, she digested it for a long time before she understood the meaning of Yan Jiaojiao's words. Neurotic! No wonder you ended up so miserable, it turned out to be self-inflicted.

The three monks who were named looked at each other, looked down at the girl who was trembling and had no cultivation power, and they all showed hesitant expressions.

One of them said with difficulty: "Miss, this person is powerless, is it a little inappropriate to hurt her?" ”

"And what should you do?" Yan Jiaojiao rolled her eyes, "Now Yan doesn't know, one is seriously injured, and the other has no natal sword, it is the best time to kill him." Yan didn't know how to hide his breath, he was gone, if he couldn't force him out quickly, how could he kill him when his injuries gradually improved? ”

"Or do you want to take the initiative to find your father to receive the punishment?" She sneered, "Do it." ”

The man could no longer protest, so he slowly drew his sword. Even so, she gestured behind her back and kept signaling to Yin Qingle, telling her how far she could run.

Yin Qingle comprehended, silently thanked the nameless brother in her heart, and turned her head and ran. While running, he raised his voice frantically: "Help, Jian Xiu is killing people!" Before leaving, she told Yan that she didn't know where she was, and asked him to protect herself, and that he must show up before she was killed.

Yan Jiaojiao shouted angrily from behind him: "Bastard, let people go, I'll kill you." ”

When the words fell, the surrounding air waves rolled, and the invisible coercion increased again. The monks were threatened by Yan Jiaojiao, and they no longer hesitated, and the sword roared suddenly. With a crisp humming sound, three sword qi rushed out and attacked behind Yin Qingle.

The sword intent behind him suddenly took shape and scraped towards her. Slowly, but enough to cut off her hands and feet.

Huo Ran, "Ding Ding Ding" three times, the sound was crisp, like the impact of gold and stone. She plunged into a thin embrace. An indescribable fragrance came from the tip of her nose, and pure white suddenly appeared in front of her, and she sank into the thin white silk cloth.

"It's okay." A familiar voice sounded, and Yan didn't know how to hug her.

Yin Qingle breathed a sigh of relief and no longer trembled. She tugged Yan Buzhi's narrow sleeves, and the expression on her face was overjoyed: "Young Master Yan, I knew that you came back to save me." ”

took the opportunity to keep drilling into his arms, and after being stopped, Fang Cai's eyelashes trembled lightly and he turned around to look. I saw a straight and slender branch, blocking in front of me, blocking the three sword qi horizontally. Long arms around her neck, protecting her tightly.

Yan didn't know how to block the three of them with one hand, reached out and pressed Yin Qingle's shoulder, and helped her stand firm. Reciting the recipe in the mouth, the true qi converges into an enchantment in an instant. With a flip of his wrist, he reversed all the sword qi and swept towards everyone in mid-air.

Between heaven and earth, the brightness is like lightning.

"Someone!" Yan Jiaojiao screamed and hid behind Jian Xiu, "Ten of you, block him for me." ”

Immediately, several sword cultivators stepped forward, and Edgeworth flew in all directions, forming a battle of swords. A large array of golden light condensed in midair, blocking the flying sword qi.

With the continuous superposition of spiritual power, the large array gradually became colorful.

Yin Qingle struggled to raise his head to see the two parties' true qi collide. Red, blue, black and purple, all kinds of colors burst into the air. The sword's power continued to spread outward, and the towering thick trees and boulders broke off in response. Yin Qingle stayed in the barrier set by Yan Zhiyi, as if sitting upright in a no-man's land.

When the sense of security was rising, Yin Qingle couldn't help but wonder. Why is it that the opposite side is like a fried firework, flying everywhere in all colors, but Yan Ming's sword qi is unpretentious and pale, and there is no color at all?

Just as he was thinking, a flash of bright red fell on the edge of the barrier, bursting into a sparkling flame.

It disappeared in an instant, but it exploded in her heart as if it burned into Yin Qingle's eyes. Yin Qingle didn't even need to ask Yan if he didn't know, and he didn't need to check his mobile phone to know what the brilliant colors on the top of his head were.

Cultivators, with the spiritual root of the Purple Mansion, draw the aura of heaven and earth, and walk with several bodies. But Yan didn't know if it was not, his purple mansion collapsed badly, and the spiritual root was even more left, and it was pulled out clean.

The light above his head intensified, and with the vibration of Yan Zhi's arm, the center of the golden light array suddenly cracked. The sword qi flew in, smashing the formation at the same time, and the monks in the formation were flying, forcing everyone to disperse, revealing the red-clothed girl clustered in the center.

Yan didn't know how to move the branch lightly, and the end of the sword was aimed at Yan Jiaojiao, who was about to retreat. Yan Jiaojiao had nowhere to hide, so she had to walk out of the group of monks and confront Yan Zhizhi.

"Yan doesn't know, you don't want to subjugate the law and rebel against the sect, and now you want to disobey even the most basic elder and young humility?" Yan Jiaojiao opened her mouth coldly, chose a sword cultivator casually, and hid behind him.

Yan Jiaojiao turned around and made a gesture, signaling the sword cultivator to inform the sect of the current situation, and at the same time lit the smoke that stimulated the cold poison. She guessed that Yan didn't know that his strength was not bad, but she didn't expect that in just a few days, he recovered so quickly and had most of his former strength. She and the dozens of people around her are far from being opponents.

Yan Jiaojiao spoke, and began to think about how to escape.

"If you don't have the identity of a sword cultivator, you are no different from a mortal." Yan didn't know that he didn't put away his sword, "What's more, cultivators should keep a benevolent heart, and should never use their own identity to bully the weak." ”

After speaking, the tip of the sword was lightly picked: "You shouldn't kill innocents indiscriminately." ”

Yan Jiaojiao saw that the situation was not good, and was about to continue to retreat, but the flying sword under her feet was suddenly shattered, but fortunately, someone beside her supported her, so she did not fall into the ground. She hurriedly cast a spell, stepped her feet into the void, and steadied herself in midair. There is no longer the posture of being arrogant and wanting to hang Yin Qingle up and peel the skin.

Yin Qingle fox fake tiger might, and straightened up together. After being arrogant for a long time, she suddenly realized, raised her head and asked, "Could it be that you heard her laugh at me and smashed her fairy sword?" ”

Yan didn't know that he was holding a branch in one hand, and the other hand was still in a protective posture, and when he heard Yin Qingle's voice, he muttered for a moment: "I still owe it to Xuanchi Sect, and I don't want to make a big deal about it." You can rest assured, mortals are also the creatures of heaven and earth, but they have not set foot on the road of cultivating immortals, so how can they talk about high and low. ”

It was rare for him to say so many words in one breath, as if he was afraid that Yin Qingle would be hit. Yin Qingle pricked up his ears, listened for a long time, and raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You heard them all?" Why didn't you come to my rescue sooner? ”

Yan Buzhi helplessly explained: "After I sensed that there was danger, I quickly came over while offering my true qi to monitor them. It was only when you spoke up that you managed to arrive. ”

Yin Qingle couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth, she hugged Yan Zhiyi's arm, and said in a low voice, "Thank you." ”

I was worried about the spirit grass I dug up, and I wanted to give it to Yan Bu as soon as possible. I was even more afraid that Xuanchi Sect would deceive people too much, and Yan didn't know whether it was light or heavy, so he killed them all, thus creating a killing karma. She tugged at Yan Zhi's hand on her shoulder: "Shall we get out of here quickly?" ”

After speaking, open the phone, click on the [map], and quickly sketch out the fastest way to leave the Dome Scar Abyss in your mind. With this in mind, close the interface and rummage through the phone screen to search for features that can help Yan Ming.

Yan didn't know how to feel Yin Qingle's pull, he let Yin Qingle pull his hand, did not bow his head, and still looked at the monk of Xuanchi Sect coldly: "I'm sorry, but according to our previous agreement, please wait for me a little longer." ”

The soft and pale glow lazily shone on him, like a silver glaze. Yan didn't know that he raised his head halfway, and his wrist danced out of the sword flower, looking directly at everyone in the air.

"I need an answer." His voice was like dustless snow, "What does the Xuanchi Sect want me to do, so that I can resist the unintentional sin of occupying the magpie's nest." ”

Yin Qingle couldn't help frowning, she clenched her fists and snorted lightly.

Until now, Yan Bubu still thinks that it was he who forcibly occupied the position of the young sect master without knowing the truth. She was suffering from the lack of any evidence, and she couldn't tell Yan that the Yan family had known about this for a long time, and only regarded him as a tool to help them rise to the top and become a major sect.

I could only lower my head and start swiping my phone like a vent.

"What do you want?" Yan Jiaojiao put her hands behind her back and tilted her head for a long time, "I thought you should have known it a long time ago." ”

"We want your Neidan for the young sect master to practice. We want your spirit body to refine the elixir magic weapon. Yan doesn't know, if you still have respect for our sect and feel guilty, you should kill yourself immediately and give us back this life. ”

Yin Qingle felt Yan Zhizhi's hand tighten suddenly, almost clenching her hand. She held her phone flat and looked up. The silver light of the fairy sword and the hazy moonlight fell on Yan Ming's hair and eyebrows, like sparse snowflakes, lingering between his lips, accompanied by a silent opening and closing, and fell to the ground.

Like a sharp carving knife, it smashed into the perfect mutton fat jade statue, cutting off the white crumbs on the ground. He bowed his head in the light, his eyelashes trembling and drooping.

"Three hundred years of love has come to naught?"

Yan Jiaojiao sneered: "Three hundred years, my sect has supported you for three hundred years, this great kindness is unforgettable." Now that you want your life to be compensated, do you dare to complain? ”

"Could it be that you still have to listen to your father's verdict again?" She folded her hands and looked teasing and mocking.

This situation and this scene are no different from the day Yan Zhi was pressed into the ice prison. The leader denounced his sinful karma and condemned his heart in every word, even if it was not what he wanted. Although the people behind him had different expressions, they didn't say a word, acquiescing to the Yan family's verdict.

Deceive the superiors and deceive the subordinates, and they are heinous, and it is difficult to escape the blame for all deaths. Yan didn't know that he would encounter such scenes several times in his future life.

His hand was suddenly grasped, and the warmth spread throughout his palm from his fingertips. Yin Qingle held his hand, rushed to him, pointed at the dense monks in the sky, and shouted the loudest volume in his life.

"Nonsense!"