Fang Zhiwan rushed to Jimo Qingqian's side in shock, his respectful attitude had changed slightly, and he whispered suspiciously: "Senior, who saved us." ”

Jimo stared at the deep night, shook his head, and did not speak, but his face turned pale, his body staggered, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, soaking through his clothes.

Gan Song was shocked, hurriedly supported Jimo Qingqian, and shouted in a loud voice: "Master, master, master, how are you." ”

A few black mangs condensed at the center of Jimo's shallow eyebrows, the poison of this Ten Thousand Poison Sect was really not in vain, it was indeed powerful, fortunately he had made preparations in advance, otherwise he would be paralyzed on the ground at this time, wouldn't it be a joke for Fang Zhiwan to watch.

He shook his head slightly, is he crazy, how can he care about her laughing at himself, he shook his hand on Gansong's shoulder, and whispered weakly with a hurry and laughter: "Don't howl, you can't die for the teacher." ”

Looking at the deep visible bone wound on Jimo Qing's shallow shoulder, and then looking at the dark blood flowers soaked in his light cyan robe, Fang Zhiwan's heart fluttered, and he couldn't help but support him without avoiding suspicion, and said in a low voice: "Senior, there are many people here, and the junior will send you back first." ”

Jimo Qingqian nodded slowly, let Gan Song and Fang Zhiwan support him left and right, and slowly walked into the night.

White ginseng stood quietly in front of the Camellia Building, the night breeze lifted the corners of his plain white clothes, like a cold white moonlight, he squinted his eyes slightly, staring at the distant backs of the three of them, a little ruthlessness pressed into his heart, he unconsciously clenched his hands, and the green tendons on his hands burst.

After a blood sacrifice, more than a thousand immortal cultivators gathered in the auction, and there were only less than 100 survivors left, all of whom walked away in twos and threes.

I don't know if the little maids in the Camellia House have all died, or if the Camellia House originally colluded with the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, and the formation was together, and the little maids in the building hid until the formation was broken, and no one came out to take a look.

The streets and alleys were empty in an instant, the night wind blew away the floating clouds, the moon was faint, and more than a dozen blood-robed people were cruising in the shadows on the street corners, all with solemn expressions, without the appearance of slackness.

Turning the corner of the street, in the uninhabited place behind the Camellia Building, Su Zi leaned against the railing, the night breeze blowing, the long ink-colored hair rose and fell in the wind, he took a leaf in his mouth, glanced at Jiang Li carelessly, and sneered: "Young Master Jiang, if you catch a child, why do you still let people run away, you are too useless." ”

Jiang Li pursed his lips, and felt that he was really useless, why did he let people run away, he touched the back of his head and smiled: "This, that, I didn't expect that Juan Bai was not very good, but the speed was shocking, and in a blink of an eye, there was no shadow." ”

Su Zi glanced at Jiang Li with disgust, and continued to sneer: "It's useless, it's useless, what kind of cultivation is fast." ”

owed such a big favor, and made such a big ugliness, how dare Jiang Li argue with Su Zi, and nodded with a smile: "Yes, yes, what the eldest prince said is, this time, thank you for the help of the eldest prince, I have written it down." ”

"No, I don't have much affection for you. Su Zi pursed his lips and hurriedly cleared up the relationship with Jiang Li: "I promised to help you break the formation, so that you can see clearly who is performing the blood sacrifice technique, and in the future, don't detain the basin on the head of our blood faction." ”

Jiang Li became more and more embarrassed, and twisted her sleeves

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, smiling awkwardly.

Su Zi spit out the leaves in his mouth, stretched his sleeves, covered his mouth and yawned, and in an instant, his expression was sad: "Okay, the array is broken, the people have been saved, the injustices have been washed, Young Master Jiang will clean up the aftermath by himself, and this seat will go back to sleep." ”

Jiang Li hurriedly arched his hand and said sincerely: "This time, there is the eldest son of Lao." ”

Su Zi glanced at Jiang Li, the corners of his pale blue clothes swirled faintly in the void, he waved his hand, beckoned more than a dozen blood-robed men, his body flashed, and left this place.

The night wind kept hovering low among the canopies, and the dense clatter of the leaves rattled, alarming the crows that were sleeping in their nests, and they screamed and rushed away to the sky.

This temple has been dilapidated for a long time, more than half of the main hall has collapsed, and only the broken bricks of the outer wall are left.

A few old crows spread their inky wings, hovered for a moment on the edge of the inky sky, and landed on the broken bricks with a crow, staring at the black eyes and looking left and right.

More than a dozen dead musicians scattered outside the City God Temple, carrying all kinds of magic weapons, and patrolling back and forth a little slackly.

And several gray-robed people gathered outside the main hall, their vigilant eyes were fierce, making people shudder, and their bodies were angry, looking at the main hall very closely, and they couldn't get close to anything by half a step.

The statue of the shrine in the main hall fell to the ground, and the scattered fragments were covered with thick dust, and the window paper was long gone, except for the broken window lattice, which had been stripped of red paint, and the wind blew in through the broken window, blowing away the floating dust on the ground, and faintly visible the fallen candlesticks and the candle heads rolling in the dust.

This original place of reverence for everyone has long been cut off from the inheritance of incense, and it is full of dilapidated words everywhere, and it has become inaccessible.

The night wind blows into the main hall of the City God Temple, the cobwebs on the beams are overwhelmed, and they become wisps of thin silk leisurely, drifting down, and the misty dust sweeps the ground, and the earthy smell does not disperse for a long time.

There are no lights in the hall, it is quite dim, only the moonlight is faint on the ground, leaving some shadows between square inches, and there is a pile of fire in the middle, the dazzling fire is swaying, and occasionally the spark bursts.

The flickering flames licked the half-worn spouted iron kettle on the fire, the lid of the pot shook incessantly, and the hot white mist swirled upwards with the night breeze.

Not far from the fire, there is a gray futon, it has been used for a long time, the edge is hairy, there is a figure on the futon swaying slightly, the chest is difficult to lie together, through the dim moonlight, the blood stains on the gray robe can be faintly seen, it is the curly cypress that was broken the formation, and was seriously injured by Jiang Li, and escaped death.

I saw that his long hair was unkempt and scattered behind his head, and most of the ends of his hair were stained with blood and knotted, which was really embarrassing.

The billowing gray mist swirled around him, shrouding his figure in a hazy and faint manner, his eyes were closed, his hands trembled slightly, and his eyebrows were furrowed like knots, revealing a look of pain and struggle.

Qu Lian was not much better, covered in blood, leaning weakly against the corner, her face was pale, and her breathing was weak.

She glanced sideways at Juan Bai, who was pranayama, and felt a little uneasy in her heart, she thought that she had laid down this blood sacrifice formation to help him cultivate to the fullest, and she could also make a great contribution, and from then on, by King Lin's side, it was also a big one of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect

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help, in the face of Luokui, she has more confidence.

But people are not as good as heaven, I don't know where so many Tianyi Sect disciples came out, and the leader was the person who blocked them in the Peony Building that day, the young master of Tianyi Sect named Jiang Li.

She couldn't figure out how the disciples of a sect knew what they had done tonight these days, and how they knew where they were staying, and they were so accurate that they were arrested.

Now that the great work has caused a catastrophe, the curly cypress has been eaten by the formation, the old wound has not healed and the new injury has been added, and there is no need to hope for the cultivation to be restored, and it is already a great luck in misfortune to be able to maintain the current cultivation without falling.

Just when Qu Lian was thinking about it uneasily, Juan Bai suddenly opened his eyes, glanced at Qu Lian, who was unrelenting, and coughed lightly with a slightly cold expression.

Qu Lian came back to her senses, hurriedly poured a cup of hot water, and held it to Juan Bai in a panic, and whispered timidly: "Young master, please drink water." ”

Curly Bai glanced at Qu Lian coldly, and did not reach out to pick up the teacup, but shouted in a low voice outside: "Renqi, come in." ”

Qu Lian was stunned for a moment, and turned her head to see Renqi coming in with a sinister face, and a man behind her.

"Jingmo, you are, what's wrong. Qu Lian was taken aback, her hand shook, and the cup fell to the ground.

Jingmo raised his head with great difficulty, his originally handsome face was swollen like a huge pig's head at this time, his nose, eyes and mouth were crowded together, and he moaned with a dying breath: "Qu, Qu Lian, help, save me." ”

Qu Lian panicked, although she didn't understand what was going on, but looking at this situation, she also knew that this matter was a matter of life and death, so she fell to her knees and said in panic: "Young master, young master, this is, what is going on." ”

Juan Bai breathed for a long time, regained some spirits, and stretched out his hand to roast the fire: "Renqi, you come to tell the master of the Qu family what happened." ”

Renqi bowed slightly: "Well, my subordinates found out that he was the only one in the Peony Building that day, and he was caught by Jiang Li, but he was released unharmed." ”

Curly Bai stretched out his hand and gently brushed the swaying flames, the bright fire reflected on his bloodless pale face, cold and weird, he smiled coldly, the laughter was like snow in winter, the listener couldn't help but stand on end, and his heart was cold: "I was caught by Jiang Li, but I let it go again, the master of the Qu family, your husband's face is big enough." ”

Qu Lian flinched for a moment, and yelled at Jingmo: "Jingmo, you say, what's going on, say, say it quickly." ”

Jing Mo trembled violently, layers of cold sweat soaked through his clothes, his lips trembled, and he couldn't say a complete sentence: "I, I, I don't know, what, I don't know anything." ”

"I don't know. Curly Bo picked up a pinch of flames, jumped on his fingertips, and chuckled thoughtfully: "Then tell me something you know, tell me how you got in touch, and tell me how tonight's events leaked out." ”

Jing Mo's face was dazed, he didn't know where to start, he really didn't know anything, he didn't know what the man who was with Luo Kui that night was called, what the origin was, and he didn't know what Juan Bai and Qu Lian were planning tonight.

Jingmo's dazed appearance fell in Juan Bai's eyes, and he turned out to be loyal to death, and he raised his chin at Renqi with a cruel smile.

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