With Qiu Yunzi's figure, the two of them galloped, and it was said that it was a matter of two or three breaths, and Su Musha had already arrived at the main hall of the mountain gate.

Half-lowering his eyes, Su Musha gently looked at the several outer disciples guarding the main hall.

There was a rare horror in their eyes, as if they had seen something palpitating before.

Looking at them, Su Musha was silent, and his gaze fell on the sleeping boy on the cloud bed.

This is the disciple received by Su Musha five hundred years ago, and he was given the name Drunken Spring, inheriting the Feng Shui and Netherworld Tao of Su Musha.

Among the four disciples in the past, Su Musha's feelings about Drunken Spring were the most complicated.

Whether it is Xia Hu's Vermilion Bird Method, or Kunyuan's thick earth and dust, or Mengwu's dream immortality.

These three methods are derived from the various achievements of Su Musha's past practice, only the drunken spring, only the Dharma and Tao inherited by this child, and from a part of Su Musha's enlightenment in the past.

Su Musha gave him a complete Netherworld Dao thought, but hoped that this child would be able to walk out of a different path from himself in the future.

In the past, when he just lived in the Langxiao Holy Land, Xu was because he hurt his soul, and he didn't know anything about accepting disciples.

But later, when Su Musha took the drunken spring, he really moved his mind.

This is the way of master and apprentice, it is the inheritance, and it is the continuation of his lineage method.

Immortality is long, Su Mu can't remember the past, but he feels that his heart is very tired.

He wanted Drunken Springs to pass on his mantle.

Thinking of the Netherworld, even if you can have higher achievements than yourself in the future......

But before all the sustenance could blossom and bear fruit, the drunken spring was lying in front of him like this.

He was in a terrible state, and his face was constantly swirling with a rainbow of dark gold, which became flickering and dimming with the intermittent breathing of the drunken spring.

Even Su Musha could no longer feel the sound of qi and blood flowing in the body of the drunken spring.

His body was shrouded in ice.

The frost fog had even spread over most of the cloud bed.

Su Musha stood silently in place.

Qiu Yunzi didn't say anything, just walked straight forward, gently stretched out his hand, and twisted a frost mark on the edge of the cloud bed.

The ice crystal-like flakes gently stuck to the tips of Qiu Yunzi's fingers, and when he looked at it in the next moment, most of Qiu Yunzi's palms were already shrouded in frost, and half of his hands had no qi and blood flowing, and began to become shriveled, revealing purple black.

The group of disciples exclaimed softly, Qiu Yunzi shook his hand, and an emerald magic flame rose up.

This is the supreme magic flame of the Langxiao Holy Land, the Mude Xuanguang Flame.

But even with the calcination of the magic flame, the purple-black palm took dozens of breaths before it dissipated.

Seeing this reaction, Su Musha's brows were already tightly furrowed.

This is not a face-to-face battle with the Daojun, but a wisp of frost left on the body of the drunken spring, which makes Qiu Yunzi, a monk of the realm of the Daojun, spend such a long time, even Su Mu covers himself, and he can't imagine that if he really fights with the person who made the move, when the frost spreads all over the body, there will be a wonderful way to solve it.

Looking at Zuiquan again, he is just the Yuanying realm, and Su Musha even doubts whether the young man under the frost is still alive at this moment.

"The crystals in this frost are almost like fragments of the Dao...... And the color of the dark gold...... I want to come to Drunken Spring, this kid still has a strange poison on his body, I have explored it before, this poison has never been seen......"

Qiu Yunzi's voice was a little low.

When Su Musha heard this, he stepped forward, waved his hand and brushed the face of the drunken spring, and a wisp of dark gold Qi was taken into the palm of Su Musha's hand.

Holding this wisp of dark gold, Su Musha's face showed a puzzled expression.

Seeing this, Qiu Yunzi waved his hand lightly, signaling the disciples behind him to retreat, and when only Su Musha and himself were left in the hall, Qiu Yunzi opened his mouth and asked:

"Brother Dao, but what are the clues?"

"This poison ...... Similar to a poison I know of, very similar, with plausible signs......"

"What's poison?"

"The poison of the sleeping path!"

Su Musha muttered this softly, but there were thousands of pictures in his mind that flashed away.

In the messy light and shadow, there is a dojo called Hanshan, a Taoist temple called "Cangsheng", and a female cultivator with a sad face......

Su Musha didn't know what kind of connection these pictures had, but according to the traces of thousands of years of cultivation in the past, when he said the name of this poison, there was no reason for his heart palpitations.

"Can this poison be cured?"

"I only remember the poison prescription, but I don't know the antidote, but fortunately, the poison is still shallow in this child, and because of the frost, this poison does not enter the mud pill and does not invade the dantian...... I think it's going to be easier to deal with, but it's just the frost ......."

"It's okay, and go to meet the master, if you want to make a powerful move, there is always a way. ”

Hearing this, the solemnity in Su Mu's eyebrows dissipated a little.

"So...... Best!"

......

Half a day later, Su Mushu walked out of the lobby tiredly.

He used unpredictable means to transfer the poison of the sleeping path with the power of ghosts and gods, and on the body of the drunken spring, only frost shrouded him, and there was no trace of dark golden light.

This is not the method that Su Musha knew in the past, but the secret method that Su Musha has practiced since the Langxiao Holy Land in the past thousand years.

This kind of Li Dai Tao stiffened, the way to get out of fake death, has always been admired by all cultivators, and even used it to transfer the karma of killing, to a certain extent, to achieve "killing people without touching cause and effect".

Behind him, the entire operation was supported by Qiu Yunzi with Taoism, and the two of them no longer hesitated, and turned into a glow towards the Langxiao Cave Sky.

Shaoqing, Mingtai Xianshan, among the Daolu.

Mingtai was able to crutch on the head of the Aoki dragon, and his eyes looked solemnly at the little frost on Zuiquan's body.

"The circumference rotates and does not stop, and Daoa goes back without stopping......"

Da Neng murmured softly, and Su Musha and Qiu Yunzi stood quietly behind the old woman, silent.

"Yunlan. ”

"Mother-in-law. ”

"Don't be anxious, the child of Zuiquan has not yet dispersed, the spiritual light is wrapped in it, wrapped in a wisp of netherworld, and there is no difficulty in life and death. ”

Hearing this, Su Musha breathed a sigh of relief.

"Autumn clouds. ”

"Master. ”

"By my decree, I will call you Aunt Jingqiu and Uncle Zhangqiu to come!"

"Yes!"

......

"This ......"

Looking at the little frost on Zuiquan's body, Jingqiu Da Neng gasped deeply, as if he remembered something frightening, and looked at the head of the big power, as if he wanted to confirm something.

The head of the Langxiao Holy Land, Chongyi, with a complicated face, withdrew his gaze from the body of the drunken spring.

"This kid ...... The Qi of the frost has entered the ancestral hole of the kidney, that is, the Da Luo Jin Immortal came into the world, I am afraid that it is difficult to heal, I can dispel the frost, I can wake up this child, but I have ruined the Dao Ji, and I have cultivated the Tao in this life...... I'm afraid it's hopeless!"

When the words fell, Su Musha only felt that his eyes were dark, and he almost closed his breath.

Fortunately, Qiu Yunzi supported Su Musha from the side, and crossed a wisp of green wood to create Qi, so that Su Musha's soul returned to Qingming.

His soul has been injured by the Dao, and Mingtai Da Neng has long said that this injury is the most taboo for the soul to shake.

As if he didn't see Su Musha's reaction, Chongyi almost spoke:

"It's this body of frost Qi, if the deity has never been wrong...... In the past, the Zhenjiao lineage of the Xuanyi Holy Land, "Taiyin Xuanyi Dao Sutra"!"

The door was ajar, and the cold wind of midwinter blew through everyone.

Su Musha only felt a nameless anger.

The Xuanyi Holy Land has been destroyed for 100,000 years!

And the previous life of the little apprentice Qingjun seems to have come from the Xuanyi Holy Land......