Looking at the delicate and unforgettable pretty face in front of him, Yang Zhentian's heart shrank fiercely.

Different from Bailing Zhenren, who is still shallow in his entry qualifications, as the most trusted right-hand man of Le Kongming, the owner of Cangyin Building, for a hundred years, almost all important events in Cangyin Building have had his Yang Zhentian's figure.

And most of the preparations for refining the white-clothed puppet were handled by him under the orders of the landlord.

From the selection of 1,000 children at the beginning, to the death elimination of 1 out of 100 people later. In the entire ten years of refining puppets, he Yang Zhentian can be said to be the person in this Cangyin Building, except for the owner Le Kongming, who knows the ten puppets best.

It was precisely because of this that he couldn't believe that it was really one of the ten puppets that led him into the situation of the Bailing Real Jin Dan self-destructing, and manipulated the white-clothed puppet to set up a five-pointed star sword array to surround and kill him!

How so?

How is this possible?!!!

Yang Zhentian kept asking himself in his heart, he couldn't figure it out anyway: these white-clothed puppets had obviously been planted by the landlord himself, and their consciousness should have been devoured by the God Devouring Gu.

But why... Why can the Twelfth puppet in front of him speak!!

You must know that the white-clothed puppet under the secret method can only control its actions through the Soul Summoning Xun. But although the Spiritualist Xun can control these unconscious puppets to do a lot of things, they can't only make them speak!

Because language is an incidental manifestation of consciousness, even parroting!

It was precisely because of this that the moment this blood-clothed puppet spoke, Yang Zhentian's complexion changed so drastically!

Looking at Yang Zhentian's shocked expression, the blood-clothed puppet still looked as usual, and there was no trace of color in his empty eyes.

He didn't seem to care about Yang Zhentian's inner thoughts at all, he just slowly stretched out his arms and stretched out the two blood swords he held in his hands.

Seeing the blood-clothed puppet in front of him make the unique action of cross-cutting again, Yang Zhentian could no longer care about the many doubts in his heart, and immediately instinctively shouted loudly:

"Twelve, you can't do this, I haven't completed the landlord's instructions, and I can't die now. Stop! Stop!!"

Listening to the frightened cries in his ears, he looked at Yang Zhentian, who was covered in blood and twisting his body desperately backwards. The blood-clothed puppet's eyes narrowed slightly, and then, without a trace of hesitation, the knife fell in his hand, and two bloody rays slashed straight towards Yang Zhentian's head in front of him!

"Don't!! the !! of the Twelve Nights of the Empty Dawn"

With this shout, Yang Zhentian, who thought he was certain to die, instinctively closed his eyes and waited in horror for death to come.

But after waiting for a while, the cold feeling that should have come from his neck did not reach his mind for a long time.

Just when Yang Zhentian's mind was blank, the strange voice of the blood-clothed puppet came back to his ears.

"You still remember that my name is Twelve Nights, but why do you call me Kong Ming? Is this Kong Ming my last name?"

Yang Zhentian, who originally thought that he would definitely die, saw that the blood-clothed cultivator stopped his killing move, and after being stunned for a moment, as if he had seized the last chance to live, he immediately responded:

"That's right. That's right. Your name is called the Twelve Nights of Kongming, this name was given to you by the landlord himself on the top of Kongming Mountain eighteen years ago. ”

"Eighteen years ago?"

Seeing that the blood-clothed cultivator was interested, Yang Zhentian, who was trying to further gain time for pranayama, hurriedly replied:

"Yes ... Eighteen years ago, the Heavenly Machine Cloud Pavilion, which was located on the top of Kongming Mountain, was destroyed overnight by someone who shocked the world!

Although the Heavenly Machines Cloud Pavilion is based on the Mathematical Sect and is not known for its strength, it can occupy the position of one of the top ten sects for thousands of years, and its sect strength is by no means comparable to ordinary sects.

Being able to break through the Cloud Pavilion Qimen Dunjia in one night, the magic of the mechanism, and the ability to kill all the people in the sect, this kind of strength is really unimaginable!

According to the news sent back by the spies at that time, the people who passed through the cloud pavilion died in a strange state, almost all of them had no external injuries, and a considerable number of people even died in bed, as if they died in their sleep without knowing what was happening.

All of this is showing the world: the entire sect of the Heavenly Machines Cloud Pavilion seems to have been killed by someone who defeated the Divine Sea with a large-scale divine consciousness attack at the same time!

And at that time, the only cultivator in the whole world who could do this kind of large-scale divine sense killing was I, the young master of Cangyin Building, had no return!"

Speaking of this, Yang Zhentian couldn't help but pause, when he saw the blood-clothed cultivator in front of him slowly hanging down the blood sword in his hand, and he had no intention of continuing to do it. He couldn't help but move slightly, and while speeding up his internal breath to stop his injury, he said to the blood-clothed cultivator in order to buy more time:

"I don't know if you know that back then, the young master was bewitched by the people of the Snow Country and made a big mistake. The landlord was worried about the safety of the young master, so he had to personally send someone from Lingzhou to invite the enlightened monk to come, hoping that the young master could follow the enlightened monk to the Miaofa Temple to practice in order to avoid disasters.

However, what people never expected was that the young master, with his genius, was enlightened under the enlightenment of the monk and created a magical power in the Yunmeng Valley: No Return to Dream!

It's a pity that at that time, the landlord and his old man didn't know whether the young master's self-created supernatural skills could withstand the edge of the ink sword.

Therefore, although the landlord saw the young master leave that day, he did not keep it.

It wasn't until soon after that the spies came with the news that the young master had swept the entire territory of the Snow Country with the power of one person, and during this time, he had trapped a long-famous Yuan Infant Master to death in a dreamless dream!"

Speaking of this, Yang Zhentian, who was secretly teasing himself, couldn't help but feel agitated, and when he was careless, his blood was chaotic again, and he couldn't help but spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

It took him a long time to regain his strength, and when he looked up that day and saw the empty eyes in front of him, he couldn't help but tremble. At that moment, Yang Zhentian didn't dare to think about it anymore, and while secretly straightening out his internal breath, he continued:

After learning that the young master conquered the entire territory of the Snow Country with the strength of one person, the landlord had the idea of finding the young master.

It's a pity that since the First Battle of the Snow Country, the spies scattered by my Cangyin Building in the twelve states have never sent back any news about the young master.

It wasn't until eighteen years ago that after the news of the tragic destruction of the Heavenly Cloud Pavilion came, the landlord immediately summoned several of our cronies in the building and rushed to Kongming Mountain lightly, hoping to find some clues about the young master in the Cloud Pavilion.

But Wuzhou is too far away from Kongming Mountain, even if our group rushed at full speed day and night, it still took several days to reach Kongming Mountain. ”

Speaking of this, Yang Zhentian seemed to be caught in the memories of the year, and muttered:

"When our group arrived at Kongming Mountain, it was already a moment in the night of the twelfth day when the Heavenly Machine Crossing Cloud Pavilion was destroyed.

Under the moonlit night that night, the heavenly machine on Kongming Mountain passed through the cloud pavilion quietly, which made people feel a little frightened.

Inside and outside the pavilion, not only are there no people or animals, but there are also tables, chairs and utensils scattered all over the aisle.

Along the way, countless treasured books in the library were swept away by unknown people, and even the tablets made of the best spirit stones that had been enshrined in the pavilion for thousands of years were stolen. ”

Speaking of this, Yang Zhentian couldn't help but sigh slightly, wondering if he was sighing for the tragic ending of this thousand-year-old sect.

"On the way to the Houshan cemetery, we passed by a magnificent altar, according to the owner of the building, it was the nine-star transfer platform cast by the ancestor of the Heavenly Cloud Pavilion Creation Sect who gathered countless spirit stones and treasures in the world!

Unfortunately, this legendary altar was already unrecognizable by the time we arrived. Not only were the spirit stones around the altar dug up, but even the underground palace under the altar was dug up.

The dungeon had also been swept away, leaving only a few scorched black thread-like objects. ”

Speaking of this, Yang Zhentian unconsciously glanced at the blood-clothed cultivator in front of him.

Seeing Yang Zhentian's strange glance, the blood-clothed cultivator slowly spoke as if he had some feelings

"What does this have to do with me?"

Yang Zhentian couldn't help but have a slight hesitation on his face when he heard the blood-clothed cultivator's question.

Seeing Yang Zhentian's hesitant expression, the blood-clothed cultivator immediately raised the two blood swords that had already been put down.

When Yang Zhentian saw this, his heart was shocked, and he no longer dared to respond with any reservations:

"Yes, of course there is.

When we saw those charred black objects, we didn't know what they were. But the landlord told us that those charred black things should have been split by thunder to become like that.

After leaving the altar, our group came to the ancestral tomb of Kongming Mountain on the back mountain.

As expected, it had been turned into a mess, with countless corpses, old and new, piled up in piles and piles. ”

Speaking of this, Yang Zhentian seemed to recall the pile of corpses composed of thousands of corpses, and couldn't help but swallow and spit at the mouth.

"Our original intention was to dig up a few corpses that had not yet fully decomposed, in the hope of finding some clues about the young master from the corpses' deaths.

But in the process of cleaning up the corpses and looking for the corpses that had not yet decomposed, we accidentally found a mass of blood-strewn flesh chrysalis that had also been scorched black by the thunder!

Looking at the charred black appearance of the chrysalis, it is clearly the same as the black object seen in the underground palace under the altar.

And what surprised us even more was that in the charred black chrysalis that I don't know how long it had been placed. There's a baby hidden!"

Speaking of this, Yang Zhentian looked at the blood-clothed cultivator in front of him with a complicated gaze:

"The baby we found in the chrysalis is you, Twelve Nights of Empty Dawn!"

PS: Thanks for the cold and cold red envelopes!