Ethereal Peak, the ranking of the fairy world is backwards, there is a holy courtyard above, there are six divisions in it, and there are eight pavilions below.

Ethereal Peak, only in the seventh year of Ximen's tenure, finally worked hard and sprinted to the top 100.

Ethereal Peak, a place full of opportunities and challenges, is said to have destroyed all the information about the "Reign of Darkness" in a fire.

Nian Tilt has been gone for seven years, and I have also spent seven years in the small abandoned courtyard of Shuijuanju.

Like countless more dynastic dynasties in the mortal world, he first adopted an enlightened policy. In the past seven years, the Ethereal Peak has developed rapidly, and all aspects have advanced by leaps and bounds, and the disciples have been recruited from all over the world, regardless of race.

Whether it is an immortal or a demon, as long as one's own interests and greed take root in one's heart, the momentary enlightenment will soon dissipate like an ephemeral, and what is exchanged for it is nothing more than a new type of dictatorship.

"Jun'er has seen the master. I saw him coming from a distance, and I hurriedly saluted.

"Jun'er, you've done a great job these days. It's just that I want to reorganize these eight pavilions. I'll send you to the Eight Pavilion to inquire about the opinions of the elders. ”

"Yes. Congratulations to the master. ”

Seven years on, Simon seems to have forgotten what was before. He gave me a small position - the head of etiquette. Etiquette is extremely important everywhere. Especially a place for cultivating immortals with many rules like Ethereal Peak. And what I need to do is to be responsible for teaching the disciples the most basic etiquette, and occasionally deliver some messages in my spare time.

"Miss Jun'er is here. ”

"Sister Jun'er, does the head of the family have the latest instructions for Bage?"

"Miss Jun'er, our Bage's achievements in all aspects this quarter are in the middle and upper, if you meet the master, you can say a few kind words for us. ”

"Definitely. I nodded, and responded.

The Eight Pavilions have always been the main activity place for ordinary disciples, and they are also the main force that pulls the entire ethereal wind upward.

It's always been a place to live and work, and it's also the liveliest part. I, a little hostess, should not have interfered in these matters, and I don't have such a great deal of power. With such a hierarchical place as Ethereal Peak, even the head of the West Gate can't cross the etiquette without permission?

Could it be that something is going on?

There was indeed something wrong with the situation, and I could even keenly feel the dark aura coiling over the Eight Pavilions.

Fear, depression, grief, powerlessness......

"Miss Jun'er, what's wrong with you?"

Mourning, scorching, scorching, sour......

"Elder, may I ask what is the aura coiling in the sky......?"

"The coiled breath?Sister Jun'er, the sky is clear, is my sister mistaken?" a new disciple helped me.

Clear?

When I opened my eyes again, the breath still revolved around me. The turbidity in the air did not decrease because of the sunshine in the disciple's mouth, but became more and more turbid, and the turbidity was like a dark cloud pressing down low.

This power is exactly the same as the feeling I had when I first participated in the sacrifice.

After hurriedly observing the people's feelings, he couldn't wait to return to Shuiwanju.

"Xiao Nianjun, Xiao Nianjun, come on, Yaoyao has an accident. ”

That's really ...... There is no rest for a while.

"Sister, don't be in a hurry, say slowly. ”

"I don't have time to tell you, come on. "The speed of my sister in charge still makes me a little dizzy.

That's Sister Meng Yao?!

His face was gloomy and his expression was painful. The body is scarred, and the bundle of immortal locks can squeeze out the bones.

"Meng Yao, do you know what is wrong?"

"I'm not wrong!"

On the way here, the sister in charge explained all this in detail before me: the soul drawing knife is a treasure left by the ancestor of the Ethereal Peak when he opened the mountain. The body of the knife is black throughout, and only an emerald gemstone is in mind at the hilt. It is said that this knife can take away or modify the soul of a person, so that it is like being reborn. Due to the fact that it was too far away from the age of the Ethereal Peak Ancestor, the opening formation and spell had long been lost. The only way left is to return the soul to the soul. Returning souls to souls, as the name suggests, is to pick up this knife, you must first sacrifice this knife with nine hundred and ninety-nine souls before unsealing the mana.

This knife is made of the Heavenly Infinite Iron, and there is another interesting fact about this: that is, several generations of leaders before the opening of the mountain wanted to study the method of cracking this knife, but to no avail. Nian had a huge knife body, a blunt blade, and could not move away from the square, so he used the knife as a flat ground and founded the Eight Pavilions.

Sister Meng Yao's decision to pull out this knife is undoubtedly equivalent to shaking the position of the Eight Pavilions, and for Ximen, such a result is equivalent to the result of the efforts of the previous heads of the sect. No one can see such an outcome.

I guess this is for the son named Razor.

"Xiao Nianjun, you are now a celebrity next to the head of Ximen, you quickly find a way to help Yaoyao!"

"Sister in charge, listen to me, you and I don't want to accept such a result, but I can't do anything. ”

"Xiao Nianjun, please, she is my partner who has played together since I was a child. ”

"At the moment, they don't dare to do anything to Sister Meng Yao, and I have to find time to think of a way. "According to my understanding, Simon is a humble gentleman on the surface, but in fact he is a ruthless and two-faced man. The fear he brought me during that time was more terrible than the flashing red eyes of Nian Ting.

This man you have to save-

The soft voice of the woman floated again, and this voice I recognized was the first time I had heard it when I was a child when I broke into the southeast corner area.

Who are you?

What I have seen and heard over the years has forced me to learn to be more vigilant.

You'll see me, but this man will play a great role in your future endeavors, big enough to protect you and him—

Who is he?

I asked, this time the voice didn't answer directly.

Take her dry bones and use them for you—

Don't miss the opportunity, believe it or not-

What should I do?

The voice seemed to be far away, and then a hazy, silver-blue light was faintly visible.

"Sister in charge, Sister Meng Yao is also my friend, my friend is in trouble, where is the gift of not saving?" Why does his voice sound so unfamiliar?

"Xiao Nianjun, ...... you" The boss didn't know what the situation was, and he looked at me and was stunned.

"Sister in charge, this is the case for a while, this ......" I took advantage of the time I whispered to her and put a mark on her back. With this mark, from now on, you can only do things for me obediently and use them for me.

Very good, now that time has slowed down, the old man at Ximen probably doesn't know that the person who tied up the immortal lock is a puppeteer, once she emits the power of the puppet, with the current cultivation of you, the old man, you will also die without a place to be buried.

One is a puppeteer with untapped potential, and the other is the wife of the future demon king Ming Media, who is the king of witchcraft.