There is only one person on the top of Kunlun who will cultivate in this lotus pond.

This pond full of lotus flowers absorbed all the demonic qi that escaped from this person's body.

"But it doesn't make sense." The voice of the sixth division seat sounded, and he said with a hint of incomprehension, "Even if the cultivation of the killing path goes mad, all that will be born will be boundless killing thoughts, causing the cultivator to fall into irreversible madness...... How could Jian Zun give birth to demonic energy? ”

Demon cultivation is a completely different existence from them, and if a monk of the Immortal Sect wants to fall into the Demon Dao and turn his spiritual power into demonic energy, he also needs to go to the Demon Domain and change his demonic skills to do so.

"This matter will be suppressed first, and Kunlun Peak should not be approached." Grand Priest Xuanyuan immediately made a decision, "Those two disciples who have come to the lotus pond are locked up first, and I will go to Aoba Mountain Castle." ”

When the third and sixth divisions heard his words, they all knew that he was planning to meet the former Sword Venerable who was guarding under the temple.

In the entire Kunlun Sword Sect, only he knows the Killing Dao best, and he also knows the secrets of the Sword Venerable best.

Although they didn't know where Jian Zun had gone right now, he hadn't fallen into a killing frenzy, and they still had time.

Make arrangements and hand over the affairs of the door to the more careful and calm Six Priests for the time being, and the main priest will leave for Aoba Mountain Castle.

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Human environment, Aoba Mountain Castle.

In the desert, the majestic city stands in the skylight, and nearly half a year has passed since the catastrophe, and this border city is once again full of life.

The gates of the city were opened, people came and went, and the prosperity of the past was restored.

The mortals of the castle are fragile but resilient, and in the process of rebuilding Aobayama Castle, the inhabitants of the castle have also rebuilt their lives.

In the east of the city where mortals live, a restaurant that has just reopened.

Beitang sat in the window seat on a cold night, dressed in dark purple and luxurious, whether it was the face of the four mirrors or the temperament of the whole body, he was isolated from the world.

The people sitting by the window are so eye-catching that the other diners on the same floor can't help but look in this direction.

But every time I look at it, I have the memory of the attack on Aoba Mountain Castle by the ghost cultivator that day in my mind, like a nightmare again.

When they came to their senses, they were drenched in cold sweat, and they didn't dare to look at it again.

I was sure that this must be a powerful monk, but for some reason I didn't go to the area where the monks gathered, but came here.

"Childe...... Your food and drinks are here, use them slowly. ”

Xiao Er held the tray and sent the wine and food tremblingly, and then saw the guest stretch out his slender hand and put a piece of silver on the tray.

Although he was very happy, Xiao Er couldn't breathe under this sense of oppression, stammered thanks, and immediately retreated.

The area around the North Hall was quiet again on a cold night.

In the restaurants where mortals gather, there is no spiritual food for the monks to eat, only ordinary wine and food.

He picked up the flask, lowered his eyes slightly, and filled the glass with a somewhat cloudy liquor.

He didn't come to Aoba Mountain Castle for the food here.

In two days, the Valley of Seven Feelings will open, and when the Six Desires and Seven Feelings Banquet appears, if you really want to taste the rare delicacies, you have to go there.

The liquor was poured flush with the rim of the glass, and Kitado put down the flask on a cold night, and the fingers that were used to holding the sword picked up the glass, brought it to his lips, and then drank the liquor in one gulp.

He came back here just to see.

The wine brewed by mortals could not intoxicate the monk, and after drinking one glass, he poured another glass.

Being in the midst of the bustle, it was also like being independent on the snow peak, and after this time, the whole world seemed to be farther away from him.

On a cold night, Beitang could clearly perceive that the sunshine, the laughter of children, and the vividness of mortals in this world that he could touch before, could not touch his heart now.

The murderous thoughts, blood, and endless roars that had been with him all the time since he entered the Dao became louder, and every moment he felt that the world was noisy, but the surrounding area was extremely lonely.

Is this the world that Master Ancestor feels?

He filled the second glass of wine, and as he picked it up again, his eyes were drawn to the group of people walking below.

It was a group of temples dedicated to disciples.

When Aoba Castle was rebuilt, they were accustomed to leaving the temple every day and walking around the city, blessing these mortals who were busy living and rebuilding in Aobayama Castle.

As soon as they appeared, they stopped their movements and worshiped these temples, which became a new habit for the residents of Aobayama Castle.

For a moment, the whole lively street stopped.

As the disciples of these temples with tight tunics and flowing hems as they walked by, all mortals knelt reverently on the ground, bowing their heads to receive the blessings from the shrine.

The cool droplets of water thrown by the willow branches purify everything.

They murmured prayers to the heavenly shrine, hoping that their voices would reach heaven through the oracles.

Not only them, but the other people in the restaurant who were worshipping at the temple also gathered by the window and knelt down on the spot when the procession of worship at the temple arrived.

For a while, only Beitang was still sitting alone on a cold night.

Jian Zun's dark eyes looked down for a moment, and the memories were evoked by the clothes on their bodies.

……

After the robbery of Aobayama Castle, the temple's enshrined disciples were divided into four teams every day to send calming blessings to ordinary people throughout the city.

Today, the enshrined disciples who passed by in the east of the city completed their blessings as usual, and did not have to return to the temple to continue their duties, so they returned to the worship house neatly.

Although they were also kidnapped during the last invasion of the demon cultivators, most of them were fine, and their hearts to serve the shrine were still pious, and after they returned to their residences, they also practiced in their residences according to their old habits.

The leader of this team is a teenager, who is quite high-ranking among the disciples in the temple, has his own independent room, and also has a small statue of the god monarch in the room.

Although that night, the statue of the god in the temple of Aoba Mountain Castle gave birth to a young man's smiling face, but after the ghost cultivator was killed and everything returned to calm, the statue also returned to normal.

Unlike the others, he had other experiences that night.

He still remembered that he was in his room praying to the Divine Monarch when someone burst in and knocked him unconscious, shoving him under the bed.

It wasn't until it was all over that he woke up under the bed to find that he had escaped.

Therefore, the boy was not afraid, and saw this as God's answer to his prayers.

It's just that when he returned to his residence today, he was still startled when he opened the door and saw another stranger in the room.

The other party was dressed in purple, sitting at the table in his room, even if the light in the room was dim, the handsome face that exceeded the imagination of ordinary people still seemed to be glowing slightly, which could attract the attention of all those who saw him.

The boy froze and closed the door under the watchful eye of the other man.

He walked in and asked, "Who are you?" What's the matter here? ”

The other party did not answer immediately, but stretched out his hand, and a torn white robe appeared in his hand: "Is this your clothes?" ”

"Can you show me?" The boy consulted him, and only after obtaining permission did he step forward and take the tattered white robe.

It can be seen that the garment has been washed with great care, and some people have tried to mend it, but it still can't be repaired.

He looked at it for a moment, confirmed it, put the torn white robe back into the hands of the visitor, and then nodded: "That's right, this is the garment that our temple enshrines." ”

Both the method of making clothes and the fabric are exactly the same, and even he feels that the details are a little familiar.

Because he has a blouse, and the details and repairs are exactly the same as this dress.

After receiving a positive answer, Beitang Hanye's heart fluctuated slightly, and he took back the broken white clothes.

With his empty hands, he looked at the temple worship disciples in front of him, and asked slowly, "Is there any one of you who wears a string of bells on his left foot?" ”

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Chapter 87

When he asked this sentence, Kitado Hanye felt as if the feelings that had left him had returned to his body.

However, the disciple of this temple gave him a thoughtful look and shook his head.

In an instant, these feelings that had just filled my heart disappeared again.

He stood up from the table, his purple robe grinding with the movement of his feet, making a subtle sound.

Originally, when I saw the clothes and ornaments on the disciples of these temples, I thought I had found a clue, but it was empty joy.

The young man looked at him in the dim light of the room, and after shaking his head, the temperature in Beitang's cold eyes disappeared instantly, and he became alienated from the world again, hesitated for a moment, and brought up a clue that he had forgotten in the corner.

"Somebody broke into my room that night, knocked me unconscious, shoved me under the bed, and got away with it.

"I didn't see him clearly, but when he came, I heard the bell."

As soon as the words fell, he saw a little light slowly growing in the deep eyes of the person in front of him.

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Aoba Mountain Castle, under the temple.

Su Jianzun, whose face was still handsome and young, and whose long hair had turned to snow was all turned into snow, stood guard in front of the dry pool of blood.

The Ruoshui Sword behind him replaced the Chenxing Ding, pressing on the Xuanyin vein, emitting a blue light like water.

As soon as Xuanyuan came to Aoba Mountain City, he immediately came to the temple to ask for Su Jianzun, and then told him all the visions on the top of Kunlun and the demonic energy in the lotus pond.

“…… Now that Jianzun is out of the customs, I don't know where to go, what should Kunlun do, and ask Uncle Shi to decide. ”

The Grand Priest half-knelt in front of Su Jianzun, and after finishing speaking, he lowered his eyes, waiting for the person in front of him to make a decision.

Although the current lord of Kunlun Peak is already the Beitang Sword Venerable, as the Xuanyuan Si Throne who was personally set by Su Jianzun and sat in the position of the Great Priest, he still believes in his heart that compared to the young Beitang Sword Venerable, it is their Kunlun Sword Sect that guards under the Qingye Mountain Castle.

- He can kill the mad master, and naturally he can also kill the disciple who has fallen into madness.

Su Jianzun's eyelashes moved slightly like frost and snow, and when he opened his eyes, there seemed to be a blue light in his eyes.