A week ago, Yan Cheng had already rushed back to Qicheng from Nancheng with his men and horses, and brought the body of his son Yan Feng back to the ancestral hall of the Fengyu Sect to be placed.

It was also the night when Yan Cheng returned to the Wind Whispering Sect that Xuan Ye came to the door.

"Report to the sect master, the location of Lone Shadow in Qicheng has been checked, but ......" a disciple of the Wind Whispering Sect said to Yan Cheng in the hall with a fist, and he has always been responsible for this line of Lone Shadow.

"But what?" Yan Cheng asked in a deep voice with his eyes closed.

"But that guy has been hanging out with Mu Yashu in Nancheng now, and it seems that the two have a good relationship. The disciple spoke, and his words were very jealous.

Yan Cheng's fingers lightly tapped the armrest of the Taishi chair on the side, and murmured in a low voice, "Mu Yashu...... It's the Lord's Mansion of Nancheng again...... If this matter really involves the Nancheng City Lord's Mansion, what should I do?"

After all, even if Yan Cheng is eager for revenge, he has to weigh his own catties, and he wants to take revenge in front of a strong person who guards the virtual realm?

"Uh...... Ah!" Just as the Yan Sect Master was deep in thought, the screams of that disciple came from ahead.

Yan Chengmeng opened his eyes, and saw that the disciple was prostrate on the ground, covering himself alone with a hideous face, looking very painful.

"What's wrong with you!" Yan Cheng asked with a frown, only to see bursts of purple qi emanating from the disciple's body, and pieces of flesh bulging from his back, as if something was about to come out of his body.

"Door...... Door Master ...... Save me......" Listening to Yan Cheng's question, the disciple stretched out his hand towards him, intermittently spitting out a few syllables.

"Poof......" Before Yan Cheng could react, the disciple in front of him exploded in front of him, and the scene was extremely bloody, and at the same time, a figure sat up from where the disciple was just now, bathed in this blood, and bursts of purple mist surrounded it, looking very demonic.

"You...... Who are you!" Yan Cheng was so shocked by this sudden situation that he took half a step back, and even his questioning voice became a little trembling.

"Master Yanmen, the slave family felt the call in your heart, so they came. A strange voice came out of the purple mist, making it impossible to distinguish between men and women, and the graceful figure sat on the disciple's corpse like this, with a slight sense of hazy and amazing.

When the purple mist gradually dissipated, Yan Cheng saw the appearance of the comer, it was a male face that was so delicate that countless women were eclipsed, bright red blood stained his whole body, and the purple eyes made Yan Cheng feel trembling all over his body with just a slight glance.

Seeing that Yan Cheng was looking at himself, this person also stretched his waist, revealing his perfect body curve. Although he is a man, he seems to know how to show off his coquettishness better than a woman.

"Why does Master Yan keep staring at the slave family, doesn't he want to ...... with the slave family Hehehe" The man smiled evilly, raised his hand and stretched out his tongue to lick it on the white jade-like wrist, looking very charming.

"Are you...... Demon Sect?!" Yan Cheng felt the aura on the other party's body that was completely different from that of other monks, and immediately guessed the identity of the other party.

"Hehe, it seems that although my Demon Sect is dead, it still has a bit of prestige. The man unfolded his slender bony palm and kept looking, like a woman who loves beauty.

"Hmph, the remnants of the Demon Sect are coming to my Fengyu Sect to do something!" Yan Cheng drank, his attitude towards the entire Wanshou Territory of the Demon Sect was the same hatred, Yan Cheng naturally would not give the other party a good look, even if the other party was stronger than himself, but so what, it was just a big deal.

However, the most powerful thing about the Demon Sect is not only their cultivation, but also their demagogic ability, the corners of the man's mouth turned up slightly and said: "Why does the Lord of the Yan Sect hate us so much, the root cause is that we are still a family, how ugly it is to listen to a mouthful." ”

"Hmph, who is a family with you!If your Demon Sect wants to use my Wind Whispering Sect to establish power, let's do it now, although your cultivation is profound, but I, Yan Cheng, promise to bite off a piece of your flesh even if I die!" Yan Cheng snorted, pulled out his sword and pointed directly at the demonic man.

"Ouch...... Don't get excited, Master Yan, how can you say that your son was also a member of our Demon Sect during his lifetime, why should we bring this water to the Dragon King Temple?" the man said slowly, and the bewitching voice echoed in the hall for a long time.

"What are you talking about!" Yan Cheng exclaimed, chuckling in his heart, but then he calmed down and said, "I have long heard that the people of the Demon Sect are good at attacking their minds, and now it seems that this is indeed the case!"

The man smiled when he heard this, stood up and walked towards Yan Cheng, his tall body twisted and twisted, like a silver snake moving in a ring.

Yan Cheng held the long sword and watched the man's movements vigilantly, and his heartbeat seemed to slow down by half a beat with every step the other party took, and the suppressed breath made him very uncomfortable.

"Is it true, wouldn't the master of the Yan Sect know if he went with the slave family to take a look? The man walked up to Yan Cheng and suddenly turned into a cloud of purple mist and wrapped Yan Cheng in general.

Where is Yan Cheng willing to obey, he waved the long sword in his hand and began to slash around, if the lone shadow is here, it is not difficult to see that this Yan Cheng is using their Fengyu Sect's top swordsmanship Vientiane Fengyu Sword at this time.

However, in this purple mist, no matter how Yan Cheng resisted, it was as if he was chopping the air, and there was no man in sight except for the purple mist around.

When the fog cleared again, Yan Cheng found himself in his ancestral hall, and in front of him was the wooden coffin containing the body of his son Yan Feng, but at this time, the lid of the wooden coffin had been lifted, and Yan Feng's mutilated and rotting body appeared in front of him again, so the man stood at the other end of the wooden coffin, looking at the scenery inside the coffin as if admiring a work of art.

"I'll fight with you!" Seeing that the other party was so disrespectful to his beloved son, Yan Cheng was furious in his heart, where did he care about the other party's cultivation, he raised his long sword and rushed towards the demonic man.

I saw that the demonic man waved his hand, and a cloud of purple mist surrounded Yan Cheng again, and then directly lifted him into the air. The man looked at the Yan Sect Master in the air and said lightly: "Yan Sect Master, don't be impatient, the slave family is just here to have a farewell ceremony with my Demon Sect disciples." ”

Then the man stretched out his hand towards the coffin, only to see wisps of black mist from the lower abdomen of Yan Feng's corpse, and the breath in it was the same as the aura emitted by the demonic man.

Yan Cheng's eyes widened in the air, and he muttered, "This ...... This can't be! You must have framed our family!"

The demonic man snorted lightly, and waved the wisp of black mist towards Yan Cheng, only to see that the wisp of black mist slowly drifted in front of Yan Cheng's eyes, and some pictures began to circulate in his eyes.

"Enter my Demon Sect, and the eldest lady is yours. Yan Cheng heard a voice, in front of him was a dwarf man in a cloak, this person was the red snake who had been dead for a long time, and this time through some means of the demonic man, the previous scene was restored.

"Is this true?" Yan Cheng's mouth suddenly sounded, and after hearing this voice, Yan Chengxin was completely raised to his throat, because this voice was very familiar to him, and it was from his own son...... Severe wind!

The picture flashed in Yan Cheng's eyes like a marquee, and he witnessed everything he did in the Kongnan Mountain Range from Yan Feng's first perspective, watching him collude with the Demon Sect, watching him hunt down Mu Yashu, the eldest lady of Nancheng, and watching him...... Died by the sword of a teenager.

"It can't be...... This is impossible!" Yan Cheng kept repeating this sentence, he couldn't believe that his son was really colluding with the Demon Sect, and it was the eldest lady of the Nancheng City Lord's Mansion who was chasing and killing, he wanted to avenge his son, but he never thought that he was tied to the big ship of the Demon Sect, if this matter spread, his Fengyu Sect would be the enemy of the whole world.

"Is it true, wouldn't it be true that the Yan Sect Master himself would know by combining the information he had collected these days?" the demonic man said.

Indeed, Yan Cheng has collected a lot of fragmentary information during this time, and now he has a certain number in his heart about what he has seen.

"Master Yan, if the slave family spreads the news of your son's demonization, within a day, the door of your Fengyu Sect will be trampled under the feet of those so-called famous and decent people. The strange man whispered.

"What do you want me to do?" Yan Cheng gave up struggling and asked a little dejectedly. As a high-ranking person, he naturally knew that the person in front of him had said so much to himself, and he must have asked for it.

The demonic man smiled, did not rush to speak, but waved his hand and sprinkled a purple mist on Yan Feng's body in the coffin, and then saw that Yan Feng's already rotten corpse actually began to grow bloody flesh at this time, and the severed arm and stump began to gradually recover.

However, with a stick of incense, Yan Feng's body actually recovered as before, lying quietly in the coffin as if asleep.

After doing this, the demonic man spoke again: "How can I say that I am also a member of the Demon Sect, let's go decently, as for what the slave family wants the master of the Yan Sect to do......" The demonic man came to Yan Cheng and whispered a few words in his ear.

Yan Cheng's eyes widened after hearing this, and he roared: "How is this different from destroying me?!"

"Master Yan, since you have joined my Demon Sect, it has nothing to do with you, the Wind Whispering Sect, rather than the slave family telling the world that you Yan Cheng has become a demon, it is better for you to tell everyone yourself. The man's jade hand was on Yan Cheng's shoulder, and he gently stroked it towards his spine and said, "Anyway, your Fengyu Sect has nothing to do with my Demon Sect, so instead of destroying it in the hands of others, it is better to use it for your own use." ”

"You have seven days to think about it, and then the slaves will come back to greet you. After the demonic man finished speaking, he turned into a purple mist and dissipated in the ancestral hall of the Wind Whispering Sect, and the purple mist that bound Yan Cheng also dissipated with the man's disappearance.

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"You ...... Don't blame me...... The whole Wind Whispering Sect...... I'm alone...... That's enough......"

In the blood, Yan Cheng muttered to himself with his long sword, everything around the Wind Whispering Sect was covered in scarlet.