At the foot of Qingxiao Mountain, in a gloomy Taoist temple, Chao Meng Jing and Xiao Ling stood side by side.

What is strange is that when he was in the Yang Zixiao Sect, although Zhao Mengjing was the head of the family, he was still a head short in the face of Xiao Ling, who had the support of the Xiao Ancestor.

When the two sat down to meet at Ji Shuye, they were at odds with each other.

But even so, Zhao Mengjing still didn't dare to blatantly and deliberately target Xiao Ling.

There were even several encounters, but Zhao Mengjing took the initiative to avoid them.

Of course, in the battle for the main battle of Lingxiao Peak, Zhao Mengjing changed his past style and blatantly felt that he had buried a killing opportunity against Xiao Ling, which shocked Xiao Ling.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to withdraw that day.

Later, with the rise of Sima Yuan, the two of them gradually changed from-for-tat to common hatred, standing on the united front.

The two then worked together to this day.

It can be regarded as a 'friend of life and death' in the real sense.

However, what is shocking is that after the two went to the underworld together, when Zhao Zhongting, the master of Yuanying, was sitting in the dark and Xiao Han died without a trace, Zhao Zhongting still looked at Xiao Ling's horse.

Such a surprising picture can be described as a big surprise.

Especially thinking of Zhao Mengjing's death after blocking Xiao Han in the first place, the complex relationship between the two is really worth playing.

The two stood proudly in front of the window, looking up at the sky.

Looking at the posture of the two, it seems that they want to pass through this haze and reach the clouds.

Could it be that the sun is on the top of the clouds?

After a while, Zhao Mengjing muttered to himself with a deep gaze: "In just forty years, he has reached the realm of Yuan Infant, and with such a terrifying cultivation speed, it is difficult for people not to doubt it." ”

Xiao Ling sneered: "Heavenly reincarnation, gains and losses are ranked. Taking the orders of relatives and friends to call his own cultivation to improve, this son is nothing more than that. ”

After Zhao Mengjing glanced at him, he said slowly: "For cultivators who have truly abandoned the Seven Emotions and Six Desires, if they just sacrifice the lives of their relatives and friends in exchange for their own path of cultivation, Zhao is also willing. ”

Xiao Ling sneered when she heard this, and looked at Zhao Mengjing with sarcasm in her eyes, not knowing whether to ridicule him for what he said was true or to ridicule him for being untruthful.

He said noncommittally: "Today, Sima Yuan was sent down to the netherworld, as if he had truly entered the vision of the upper realm. ”

He raised his head slightly and muttered to himself: "Since we have been chosen as chess pieces, if we can't set off a monstrous wave, how can we get into the eyes of those 'fishermen'?"

After these words fell, Zhao Mengjing's eyes were complicated, and he muttered to himself: "All living beings are fish, and they are still playing with bait." That's a lot of courage. ”

Xiao Ling's eyes showed fanaticism and longing, and he said softly to himself: "Look up at the sky, you know that you are still a fish in a basket." ”

The fish basket is divided into two layers, absorbing light in the water, like the sun, and the silt is dark, like a ghost.

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A hundred days later, on the edge of the silent flowing soul pool that was as black as ink, there was a middle-aged man standing proudly.

Middle-aged and nearly forty years old, his eyes are cloudy, looking into the ink pool seems to reflect his own gloomy face, gloomy and indifferent, but there is a depressive madness hidden in the calm.

Like thousands of acres of turbid river, it is difficult to purify.

His person was none other than Zhao Zhongting, the former patriarch of the Zhao clan, who was jointly attacked by Zhuge Xun, Cao Qiji and others.

However, today he is just a soul body, so that he has arrived in the late Yuan Infant period, which can be described as extremely terrifying.

After a while, a young figure stepped into the air from outside the peak.

The figure already had a few feet of long hair on his head, and after chatting and taking care of it, he came scattered.

The robes fluttered and whirred.

Look at its pigments, like ink.

The young figure is Sima Yuan.

Before the person arrived, an invisible repulsive force burst out in the air.

It was as if Zhao Zhongting wanted to give Sima Yuan a dismissal.

Suddenly, seeing the mighty momentum roaring, Sima Yuan smiled lightly.

I saw him reach out and flick it gently.

The entire Soul Swinging Peak trembled, as if it couldn't bear the majesty of the vastness.

Zhao Zhongting turned around indifferently and looked at Sima Yuan's gaze full of complexity and mixed tastes.

is this son, who has killed his Zhao clan many times, and even the collapse of the Zhao clan that has survived for hundreds of years is nearly half of the credit of this person.

It can be imagined how much Zhao Zhongting hates Sima Yuan.

Especially after Yin Ming learned by secret means that this son seemed to be sitting in the position of the head of Zixiao, his heart suddenly felt like thousands of ants climbing up and down, which made him uneasy.

The anger in his chest was like the mountain of flames that had accumulated hundreds of thousands, eager to explode completely.

However, just a hundred days ago, after a strange and familiar qi machine descended, Zhao Zhongting went completely crazy.

That qi machine is the little mongrel who deserves a thousand cuts!

While Sima Yuan was healing, Zhao Zhongting had already thought of nearly a thousand ways to torture him to the point that life was worse than death.

Each of them made him feel extreme pain!

No cramps, broken bones, or even soul searching are worth mentioning.

He asked Sima Yuan to go through all the hell pools in the entire Netherworld, so that he could understand what it was like to 'die if he wanted to'!

Zhao Zhongting watched Sima Yuan step into the air, the corners of his mouth smirked, and he said sharply: "Little bastard, you ruined my Zhao clan, today you fell into the hands of Zhao, it is really your great blessing!!"

Before the words fell, Zhao Zhongting pointed at Sima Yuan fiercely.

Suddenly, the entire Soul Swinging Peak shook with it.

Under Sima Yuan's slight squint, a huge gloomy cloud began to gather above the peak, as if there was a thunderstorm brewing.

Zhao Zhongting laughed wildly: "Sima Xiao'er, dare to fight?"

The sound is rolling, the mighty is not stopped, and it spreads for thousands of miles.

After this voice spread, at the foot of Qingxiao Mountain, the two young people in the Taoist temple stood silently.

Xiao Ling's eyes were playful, and he looked at Zhao Mengjing with a smile: "What, are you really willing to see death and not save it?"

Then he came to his senses and said with a smile: "Wrong, we are all dead, and the body that survives today is just a remnant soul." ”

He said meaningfully: "If you don't stop it, Ling Zun is very likely to be completely wiped out." ”

Zhao Mengjing raised his head, and his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the dark cloud barrier and reach the Soul Swinging Peak.

The gaze is deep and calm, like an abyss, and more like a thousand-year-old pool, without alarm.

After hearing Xiao Ling's words, he said lightly: "Life and death are fate, since he took the initiative to seek death, why should I stop it." Just follow his wishes, why bother. ”

After finishing speaking, Zhao Mengjing flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

After he left, Xiao Ling's smile slowly retracted, and his eyes flickered as he looked at Zhao Mengjing's departure, as if he was hesitating and struggling.

Suddenly, he exhaled a turbid breath and quietly put down the heart that was secretly mentioned in his heart.

Immediately looked at the Soul Swinging Peak's gaze seemed to be joking, this time he counted his father and son once, it was also a small test, and there would be opportunities in the future.

What's more, if we can help our real person in charge to fly to the sun, it will be considered to have completed what that person explained.

You can take advantage of the situation and step into the Upper Realm Immortal Sect.

At that time, once he climbs to a high position, he will kill a half-step spirit god in a small world, but he will only pinch an ant to death.

Xiao Ling looked at Sima Yuan in the distance, there seemed to be a look of curiosity in his eyes, and he muttered to himself: "Strange goods can live."

I didn't expect to make a fortune after death.

Hey, it's really the head of the sect who can benefit the sect.

This time, in exchange for the death of Zhao Zhongting, you and I will be promoted, presumably even if you know the truth in the future, you will definitely not blame me, right?

No, in the future, how dare you offend this seat?

Thinking of this, the corners of Xiao Ling's mouth widened and rose slightly.

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On the Soul Swinging Peak, Sima Yuan's eyes were cold, and there seemed to be a trace of impatience between his eyebrows.

With a wave of his embroidered robe, he shook off a spell from the imperial envoy of Zhao Zhongting, and said in a deep voice: "Lord Zhao Feng, Sima came here this time with the intention of turning the fight with the peak master into a jade silk, and he came here to release his previous suspicions. I also hope that the peak master can sit down and talk about it for the sake of the same Zixiao lineage. ”

Sima Yuan didn't know that Zhao Zhongting had already directly blamed Sima Yuantoushan for the reason for the collapse of the Zhao clan, and directly shouted: "Don't talk nonsense, today is either you die or I live." If you want to reconcile, do you really think Zhao is a fool?"

As soon as the words fell, a burst of soul light flickered in his hand, and a dark array flag as big as a fan flew in the air.

Then, after Zhao Zhongting shouted, he turned into a large array in an orderly manner, enveloping Sima Yuan.

Suddenly, I saw a click sound in the air.

As Sima Yuan's pupils shrank, a huge soul array shot out, enveloping the entire Soul Swinging Pool.

Zhao Zhongting's bloody eyes were crazy, he laughed loudly, pointed at Sima Yuan and shouted: "Hang him, hahaha, hang him!!"

In an instant, a blazing light like lightning resounded on this Soul Swinging Peak.

Between breaths, Sima Yuan's entire being was covered by it.

After a while, after a loud bang, there was no more Sima Yuan.

Zhao Zhongting suddenly laughed, "Sima Xiao'er, you also have today, you also have today." ”

Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded behind Zhao Zhongting, "Lord Zhao Feng resents Sima like this?"

Zhao Zhongting's figure froze, and then Huo Ran turned around, and roared fiercely: "What, do you have to get rid of me?"

After a burst of ripples, Sima Yuan's figure slowly walked out.

His eyes were deep, and he said slowly: "Lord Zhao Feng, has he forgotten the phrase 'reincarnation of cause and effect'?"

As if hearing the most ridiculous words in the world, Zhao Zhongting pointed at Sima Yuan and laughed, and then laughed, almost laughing out of tears.

"Causal reincarnation? hahaha, hahaha, causal reincarnation?"

looked at Zhao Zhongting as if he was out of breath with a smile, and looked at Sima Yuan's eyes like an idiot.

Suddenly, he stopped laughing, his face twitched a few times, and his eyes were full of weirdness.

He said softly, "Anyone can say this, but you can't?"

His eyes seemed to be playful, sarcastic, contemptuous, and pitying, and he gently spat out: "You know the karmic cycle of bullshit!"

Sima Yuan was silent.

Suddenly, he felt that Zhao Zhongting seemed to be hiding something, intentionally or unintentionally?

What is he hiding?

Is it about the background of the master Lu Hongli, or is it the background of the forces behind it?

Is it about the ins and outs of the Temple of the Underworld, or why he came here?

What does he know?

Sima Yuan chuckled and said, "Could it be that Lord Zhao Feng knows how to hide it?"

Zhao Zhongting showed a weird smile in his eyes, and his face showed a hearty smile, pointing at Sima Yuan and smiling:

"Fool!! hahaha, a fool who has lived for more than fifty years!!"

Sima Yuan squinted slightly, and suddenly said, "But about the person behind Master Lu Hongli?"

Zhao Zhongting's smile slowly disappeared, his eyes were as calm as water, and his expression was as light as the wind.

It was as if Fang Cai's crazy appearance was not what he did.

He spit lightly: "Lu Hong."

At this moment, an accident suddenly happened.

With a whoosh, a ghostly light evaded the divine senses of Sima Yuan and Zhao Zhongting, and came straight to the back of their heads.

There was a snap.

Zhao Zhongting's head was completely penetrated.

His eyes widened with disbelief.

Then the divine light gradually dimmed until it was gone.

Sima Yuan Huo Ran turned around, looked directly behind him, and looked at the person who came.

The gaze was gloomy like water.