Whether it is the Zhongshan Candle Dragon clan or the current Tianzi Hall in the capital city, they only know the name of his sword "Dragon Bone", but they don't know the "Lock Red Mansion".

He actually used the lock Red Mansion only twice.

One is cloudy and snowy, and the other is cloudy and balanced.

The silk thread made of spiritual power is tougher than any material, and as long as the spiritual power continues, the spiritual power silk will not break. And when he crawled out of the Abyssal of Apoptasia, his spiritual power was exhausted, and he was based on the filthy yuan.

The power of defilement is more suitable for this exercise than pure spiritual power.

Not only is it tough enough to shred dragon scales, but it also has the ability to manipulate because of the power of filth attached.

Recalling the touch of the filthy thread slowly slicing through the dragon scales, Shen Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, flipped his palm and carefully examined the ring on his finger.

He hadn't used it for a long time, and he actually missed the feeling that others had their lives and deaths in his hands.

This is another feeling that is different from using a sword.

Flip the hand. Dead in the hand.

The threads of silk are woven into a vast web, and the enemy is the thing in the net.

Chase, fight, hunt.

It can arouse the deepest desire to kill in the human heart, and make the silent blood faintly boil.

Withdrawing the killing intent in his eyes, Shen Qi bent his eyes to look at Mu Congyun, and his voice was soft and soft: "Senior brother, let's go back." ”

Mu Congyun bowed his head and took him back to Wufu Peak.

While Shen Qi was studying the newly acquired exercises, Mu Congyun went to take out the sword he had used.

"This is the sword I used before, and it should be enough for you to learn swordsmanship for the first time. After you comprehend the sword intent and improve, then go and find the natal sword that suits you. ”

He handed over a dark black peachwood sword.

There are no superfluous ornaments on the blade, but it is very smooth, moistened with a thin layer of light, and the blades on both sides are blunt and unsharpened. But Shen Qi stroked it with his fingers, but he could feel the sharp sword intent remaining in it. It should come from the same source as the Sorrowful Sky Sword that Mu Congyun has used now.

"This sword is very similar to Senior Brother's Sorrowful Heaven Sword." Shen Qi said as if he had no intention.

"This is a sword that I have sharpened myself." Mu Congyun pursed his lips a little embarrassed, this was the first sword he had sharpened with his own hands.

At the beginning, he devoted himself to learning the sword, but he couldn't find a way, so he used the stupidest method, swinging the sword 50,000 times a day, day after day, before finally comprehending the sword intent.

It's just that he is not a native of this era, and he has never been able to cross the psychological barrier of killing. Whenever he held the sword that had opened the edge, the sword heart always wavered.

Later, Shizun found him a thousand-year-old peach tree and asked him to use the peach wood as a sword.

In human legends. Peach wood can ward off evil spirits.

And his sword has no blade, and only slashes demons.

In ten years, he sharpened two swords from that thousand-year-old mahogany.

One was a sword given to Shen Qi, nameless, which he used when he first learned the sword, and he used it to swing the sword 50,000 times a day.

One is Beitian, after comprehending the sword intent, he used the heart of the thousand-year-old peach tree as the sword embryo, and ten years of polishing to get such a natal sword.

After having Beitian, the first sword was useless, and he put it away properly as a souvenir.

Now that he wants to give it to Shen Qi, he is actually a little reluctant.

Shen Qi originally disliked the bladeless blunt sword, but when he saw the hidden emotions in his eyes, he suddenly changed his mind and accepted the sword: "Thank you, senior brother, I will definitely cherish it." ”

Mu Congyun let out a "hmm" and began to arrange the task.

"In the future, when the sun rises every day, I will go to the Sun Cliff and swing my sword 10,000 times."

Shen Qi: ?

The expression on his face was slightly sluggish before he spoke, but his expression was obviously not as happy as before.

Even Mu Congyun noticed the changes in him before and after, and wondered if he was too strict. But thinking about the fact that he wielded 50,000 swords a day at the beginning, as long as Shen Qi wielded 10,000 swords a day, it should not be very strict.

How can there be a sword cultivator who doesn't endure hardships?

Mu Congyun hardened his heart and solemnly advised: "Don't be lazy, I will check." ”

Shen Qi: "......"

Practice began on the second day, and at least for this night, Shen Qi was not forced to swing his sword.

It's just that he was a little unhappy, and after listening to the movement next door and confirming that Mu Congyun had rested, he hid his breath and quietly came out of the bright moon and hidden heron.

Under the Wufu Peak, Shen Qi moved his fingers gently, and the pale moonlight fell on his hand, reflecting the strange patterns of dark red and almost black on the surface of the lock red building.

"I haven't fed you in a long time."

Shen abandoned his hands behind his back, his body gradually rose up, and his face continued to change.

The harmless disguise was removed, and he put on an intricate and gorgeous red robe, and headed towards the Killing Martial Peak where the torture hall was located.

His target tonight was Jiang Ling.

However, there was no trace of Jiang Ling in Killing Wu Peak.

The mood of Shen Abandonment became more and more uneasy, and with a wave of his sleeves, two red birds appeared in front of him, which were the Red Wind and Red Cloud brothers.

"Lead the way."

The dignified Vermilion Bird bloodline, but it is used like a dog. The two brothers scolded in their hearts, but they didn't dare to disobey on their faces.

After the two brothers turned around Wu Feng separately, his brother Hongfeng flew in front of Shen Qi, turned around flatteringly, and motioned for him to come with him.

Jiang Ling is no longer in Xuanling.

During the day, he was able to pretend that nothing had happened to his grandfather and the brothers and sisters in the torture hall. But in the dead of night, he always recalled Mu Congyun's sword.

He imagined countless possibilities and tried to crack that sword, but when he remembered the other party's cold sword intent, he knew very clearly that he was not defeated by the sword move, but the sword intent, and even the sword heart.

No amount of foreign objects can make up for the essential gap.

The more he understood the gap between the two, the more he felt shameless to stay in Xuanlin anymore, so he could only leave quietly in the dead of night.

But after leaving the Xuanlin, where should I go?

When he asked the Sword Sect, he didn't have the face to go back, so he could only sit on the lonely peak blankly, looking at the moon above his head in a daze.

Until a chilling voice sounded in my ears: "Found you." ”

Jiang Li's heart was shocked, and he came back to his senses in an instant, instinctively raising his breath and retreating, and the Yao Sun Sword was already in his hand: "Where is Xiaoxiao?" ”

Shen Qi was determined to take his life, and he didn't even wear a mask.

He looked at the other party condescendingly, and there was a strong critical look in his eyes: "You are too ugly in red, you should be a little self-aware." ”

Jiang Li He had been humiliated like this, and with a look of anger, he swung his sword and attacked.

Shen Qi calmly raised his fingers to clamp the sword body that stabbed over, and sneered, "It's too slow." ”

If it were under his sword, this ugly thing would have died a thousand times.

But he wasn't going to take the other party's sacrificial sword tonight.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his golden pupils stood up, his palm flipped and pressed Jiang Li's sword body, and he sneered softly: "People who are too weak have no taste in killing." ”

Jiang Li was about to draw his sword to fight back, but his body suddenly froze.

There was a cold touch spreading on his wrist, and he looked down sluggishly, only to see the light gray filaments quickly spread along the Yao Sun Sword to his wrist.

Thin silk threads intertwined into a web, glowing coldly in the moonlight, cutting through the flesh and skin.

The pain came only after that.

The thin net bound him, shrinking and digging deep into the flesh. Jiang Ling was so painful that he could barely hold the sword, and the roots of his teeth bit out blood, so he didn't let the sword come out of his hand.

He used the little spiritual power he had left to crush the life card he was carrying and call for help.

Shen Qi noticed it, but he didn't stop it.

Seeing Jiang Ling struggling in the net, thinking that he still had the last shred of life, he felt a little pleasure in hunting.

If the prey doesn't struggle, what's the fun?

Shen Qi's fingertips flicked, and the light gray filthy thread passed through the joints of Jiang Li's limbs like puppet clues.

Jiang Li's forehead was like a waterfall, and he tried his best to maintain a trace of clarity: "I ...... with you No grudges...... My maternal grandfather was ......"

"Noise."

Shen Qi didn't want to listen, and the fine silk thread sealed his mouth.

Then with a flick of his fingers, Jiang Ling moved like a marionette with his heart.

"Who says you can only kill if you have a grudge?"

Shen Qi manipulated Jiang Ling to take off his red coat by himself, and said with a wicked smile: "This seat kills people only based on mood, you are ugly in red, this seat doesn't like it, so I have to kill you." ”

Jiang Li's face was full of shame, but he couldn't help himself.

Without the obstructive red clothes, Shen Qi's mood was better.

He slowly and methodically tugged at the threads, enjoying the pain of his prey's struggle to survive.

The prey struggles desperately in the net and is irretrievably dead.

That's the fun of locking the Red Mansion.

Shen Qi squinted comfortably, seeing that Jiang Ling had turned into a bloody person, and his breath was gradually weakening, and he was about to close the net to end this hunt, but the formation arranged in the bedroom was suddenly touched.

He paused and whispered, "You're lucky." ”

Before the words fell, the figure had disappeared in place.

The light gray silk thread that was not manipulated by the master broke apart and turned into a light gray mist and burrowed into Jiang Li's body.

Jiang Li's body twitched slightly, and he completely lost consciousness.

*

The sound of the bell from Killing Wu Feng woke up the entire Xuanling.

There is an alarm bell on each peak of the Xuanling Tomb, and once a demon is found to have infiltrated, it will ring the bell to warn.

Mu Congyun was startled by the bell and went to find Shen Qi as soon as possible.

He knocked on the door twice and received no response, so he broke down the door.

Shen Qi rubbed his eyes and sat up, wearing only a thin undershirt, looking at him blankly: "Senior brother? ”

"Something's wrong, come with me."

After he changed his clothes, Mu Congyun took him to the Obscure Star Pavilion.

Guan Lingyin and Jin Yi had already arrived, and several outer disciples were slower, and they also arrived one after another.

The disciples waited for about a quarter of an hour, and then they saw Xie Cifeng coming from the sword, and his expression was solemn. If you look closely, you can see that there is anger between his eyebrows.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Mu Congyun, as a senior brother, was the first to ask out at this time.

Xie Cifeng's gaze swept over Shen Qi, and said in a deep voice: "Your Uncle Zhuge was worried about Jiang Ling, and went to his residence in the middle of the night to look for someone, but found that the person was missing. Wait until you go out and look for it. But in Killing Wu Feng, he noticed the breath of the demon in Xudu. ”

Outside the Western Realm, there are all kinds of ghosts and ghosts that cannot be tolerated in the Western Realm. Coupled with the old grievances of the past, it has always been incompatible with the water and fire in the West.

In the past, it was not without the fact that the demons of the capital infiltrated the Western Realm Sect to spy on them. But if there was just a demon Dao infiltrating the Xuanlin, it would not be so fanfare.

Mu Congyun didn't interject, so he listened to Xie Cifeng and continued: "He traced all the way to the past and found that there were demons intending to break into the Ten Thousand Scrolls. ”

Shen Qi, who lowered his head, raised his eyebrows lightly, and gently turned the ring on his hand.

There are people in the capital who break into the building at night?

Things are getting interesting.