The second is a picture of Confucius Ming, Zhao Tai, Cui Yuanjiang, Dongfang Yin, Mu Mengdie, and Rui Xiaoxuan in one room. It's just that Confucius in the picture has a faint golden light in his eyes, obviously casting some kind of spell.

After that, there is the picture of Dongfang Yin worshipping the Blood Demon Island, and the fourth picture is where it was just now. In the painting, Dongfang Yin was insulted, her eyes stared at the sky, and black and red blood continued to flow from the corners of her mouth, apparently biting her tongue and killing herself before.

The picture flashed, and this time instead of swiping to the left, the picture slid upwards, and the fifth picture appeared. In the fifth picture, Leng Xiaohan appeared in the picture, which saved Dongfang Yin from being insulted.

Sliding to the left, the sixth picture appeared, in which Dongfang Yin, who had grown up, and Mu Mengdie held a sword opposite each other. In the seventh, Dongfang Yin fell to the ground, a wound on her neck gurgling with blood. And Mu Mengdie had already put away the sword and walked into the distance.

The picture of "Boom~" began to rewind rapidly, and the first picture gradually became clear. At this time, Leng Xiaohan's existence was no longer in the picture, and it was Wang Hetong who replaced Leng Xiaohan's position.

The old Wang Hetong was lying on the bed very weakly, surrounded by Dongfang Yin and others, who had grown up. After Wang Hetong's death, Guangmingya also dissipated. Except for Rui Xiaoxuan and Mu Mengdie, who stayed in Guangmingya to cultivate, the other three all left.

After a few years, by chance, Dongfang Yin still worshiped the Blood Demon Island. I don't know how long later, a pool of blood surrounded by eight Rakshasa statues appeared in the picture.

When Dongfang Yin landed on the pool of blood, the Rakshasa statue instantly came to life. Killing the rakshasa, Dongfang Yin carefully checked for a long time, and after confirming that there was no danger, he sat cross-legged in the blood pool and began to cultivate.

At this moment, a pair of pitch-black claws stretched out from the pool of blood, and the diameter tore Dongfang Yin in half. The pool of blood surged, turning the corpse into blood water, and the eight rakshasas that had been shattered before also reappeared around the pool of blood.

"The sun and the moon are growing in the river, and the blood and yang are rising. Every butterfly Rakshasa blood pool, the life and death of the embers disappear. The pinching right hand stopped, and Leng Xiaohan shook his head. Leng Xiaohan didn't expect that Dongfang Yin's three lines would end up dead.

muttering the hexagram poem Leng Xiaohan said, Dongfang Yin's eyes lit up: "The first sentence should be to say my origin, Jiangzhong is Jiangzhou, the sun and the moon are Mingzhen, and the wood should be me, right? Yin happens to belong to wood."

The second sentence should be about what happened to me later, blood is Blood Demon Island, and Yang is Yangzhou. Only on the Blood Demon Island can we grow up, and our strength can be quickly improved. It's just that... What is the third sentence that follows?

Is the butterfly a Mu Mengdie or a butterfly demon beast, and what is the Rakshasa Blood Pool? Why did I die when I met them? If it was Mu Mengdie, I could still understand it, but if it was a butterfly demon beast and a blood pool, I didn't think I would die. ’

"Butterfly is a woman, with you. And the pool of blood is a pool of blood with eight Rakshasa sculptures. When you encounter that pool of blood, those eight rakshasas will naturally not be your opponents.

But there are still monsters hidden in the blood pool, and no matter how much you probe, you can't detect them. But when you enter the blood pool to cultivate, the monster will tear you in half, and you won't even have a chance to react... Yes. ”

In the end, a trace of black blood flowed out of the corner of Leng Xiaohan's mouth. Reaching out to wipe away the blood, Leng Xiaohan smiled and shook his head: "I'm here... Relented again?'

After such a long time, Leng Xiaohan's anger towards the three of them has almost disappeared. Leng Xiaohan has been so angry that a few people have betrayed the sect, after all, Leng Xiaohan still has a time when he doesn't believe Wang Hetong!

What was cold and cold was that a few people actually wanted to put themselves to death, and after leaving the sect, they also intercepted and killed themselves with Confucius Ming.

Now that he learned that a few people were just not strong-willed, after falling for Confucius Ming's spell, Leng Xiaohan felt that he didn't hate it so much.

However, for the killing of Zhao Tai, Leng Xiaohan did not have the slightest regret, guilt or unbearable.

If Dongfang Yin just planted a spell, he could recover later. That Zhao Tai was hooked out of his evil thoughts by Confucius Ming, and he wanted to get rid of Leng Xiaohan.

Hurriedly hugged Leng Xiaohan, Dongfang Yin kept Leng Xiaohan's words firmly in her heart: "Are you okay?"

"It's normal, it's just that it's too clear, so..."Shaking his head, Leng Xiaohan didn't continue to say the words later, but changed his words and said: "It's time for you to go back to Yangzhou, that's where you should stay." ”

With a bitter face, Dongfang Yin shook his head: "I haven't found my senior brother yet, and now he is in a dilemma." Even if my cultivation is not high, I still want to do something.

It doesn't matter if it's making up for it or something, or it's something else. I just wanted to do what I could for him. Even if it is to pay with his life for this, he will not hesitate to do so. ”

"You can't find him, he's no longer in Yunzhou now. And he shielded the heavenly machine with special items, and no one on the Immortal Sect Continent could find him.

Moreover... There's no need to force it.

If there is fate, you will meet in the future. If fate has long been exhausted, then you will die, and you will not be able to see each other. For example, today, if I don't show up, that's where your bones are buried... Hmph!"

couldn't help but let out a muffled sound, black blood flowed out from the corner of Leng Xiaohan's mouth again, and his sideburns turned white in an instant.

Looking at Leng Xiaohan in shock, puzzlement and guilt, Dongfang Yin didn't understand why Leng Xiaohan would do this for himself as a stranger: "You..."

"I just feel like I've been saved, and if I'm saved you'll still be dead in the end!

The power of heavenly damnation cannot be avoided, so I won't say more. As for how you choose in the end, it's up to you. After all, I've said everything I need to say. Waving his hand, Leng Xiaohan turned around and wanted to leave.

After being stunned for a while, Dongfang Yin hurriedly chased after him: "Master, where are you going?"

Turning his head to look at Dongfang Yin, Leng Xiaohan chuckled and shook his head: "I'm afraid we won't be on the way, I'm going to Wushan Forest, and Yangzhou is completely in two directions." ”

"Can the master leave a name?" his face was full of regret, and Dongfang Yin was very serious.

"I, just call me the sky!" Leng Xiaohan strode towards the southeast with a smile, and after walking for dozens of meters, Leng Xiaohan seemed to have thought of something, and looked back at Dongfang Yin: "I saved your life, but don't die." ”

Bowing deeply to Leng Xiaohan, Dongfang Yin said crisply: "Count the words of the Heavenly Master, Dongfang Yin will remember it in his heart." If there is a chance, Dongfang Yin will definitely repay the kindness of Master Shutian. ”

"Haha~" laughing loudly, Leng Xiaohan quickly disappeared in Dongfang Yin's eyes.

After more than a month of rushing at full speed, Leng Xiaohan finally came to the Five Mountains Forest. This month, Leng Xiaohan has met a lot of monks, but no one can recognize Leng Xiaohan.

Without hesitation, Leng Xiaohan plunged headlong into the somewhat gloomy Wushan Forest. The forest is full of large trees tens of meters and hundreds of meters high, and the dense branches and leaves block the sunlight, making the whole forest full of shade.

found a hundred-meter-old tree at random, and Leng Xiaohan took out a house on the trunk. More than a dozen formations were arranged nearby, and only then did he cultivate in the trunk with peace of mind.