Zhong Ding Sanming, after the disciples of each peak of the hated sky finished their homework, they were discussing the sword moves in piles, enthusiastic and vigorous, and they had no idea about the heavy grievances and old dust of the hating sky.

Those who do not know are fearless, and the more they know, the more they will bear their burden.

In Qushui Palace, Zhao Buzhu couldn't help but ask awe-inspiringly: "Senior Brother Ding, what did Senior Uncle Huaizuo say, why is Master's face so ugly? Is it Master Guan?

He Yi'an had already left with Huaizuo Zhenren, his face was obviously very gloomy and extremely ugly, and the things he talked about were only understood by Ding Zheng, who was a big disciple, and Ding Zheng just said calmly: "Don't ask too much, practice hard." ”

Ding Zheng sat in the Qushui Hall and didn't say anything after all.

In addition to Zhou Sheng and Lin Qiran of the main palace and Ding Zheng of Qushui Palace, Liang Qiu Ming of the Heavenly Punishment Palace, Shui Yunsha of the Yuping Palace also appeared in the main halls of each palace one by one, taking charge of the seats of each palace.

Liang Qiuming didn't need to say it, his expression was not calm, and he slowly digested the news outside the Heavenly Punishment Hall.

In Yuping Palace, Lin Xiaoxin said quietly: "Senior Sister Shui, it's good for me to look at the senior sister in the palace, Master will let you cultivate well." ”

Lin Xiaoxin was helpless, she herself had never been able to persuade the senior sister in front of her, and there was nothing she could do.

It was, and it is.

As she expected, Shui Yunsha shook her head and replied, "No", standing quietly alone, sitting in Yuping Palace.

The disciples of all the palaces appeared in the main halls of each palace, and the elders and disciples of the hated sky gradually became puzzled, the sacrifice day of the head of Qingxiao was approaching, why was the palace seat still hidden?

Away from the hatred of the heavens, the ancestor sacrifice is carried out as usual.

......

I don't know how cold and secluded the hated sky is, at this time, I have shuttled through the ethereal mountains with the dusk and the white clothes, and penetrated into the 100,000 continuous mountains of Zhongzhou, and at the foot of an unknown barren mountain, there was a strange trace again.

In front of a small mound at the foot of the barren mountain, Zi Wu was full of energy and recognized an old wooden tablet inscription inserted in the ground:

"Cold ...... Quiet...... The Tomb?"

"Huh!" Zi Wu's eyes suddenly lit up, and she circled around the small mound twice with interest on her face, and said to herself: "This must be a cold tomb! It looks like it's been several years." ”

"People who should have died early should not have reappeared. ”

A deep voice sounded in the silent field, indifferent to human feelings, like responding to Purple Dance, but not like it.

Zi Wujiao said: "But if he died before, you won't be able to curse now." ”

"Count him lucky, and it can be regarded as making a choice for the deity, so the deity can let him go and let him sit on the Changtiandu Mountain. ”

"Let it go......" Zi Wu's eyes rolled slightly, and her delicate and crisp and sweet voice revealed a touch of strangeness, and then her mind turned around, and she was very interested and secretly thought that if there was really a strong person in the Tongshen Realm who chased and killed her many years ago, would Leng You completely hide in the Outer Eight Desolations and Deep Desolation Region, and would she bring herself?

Zi Wu thought about it with great interest, looked up, and saw that the black robe had slowly walked towards a dilapidated Taoist temple.

Purple Dance muttered and followed.

Looking at the Taoist temple curiously left and right, Zi Wu occasionally said something about Leng You, many things in the past, Leng You couldn't let go of anything, and Zi Wu also told her a long time ago when she asked casually.

The black robe said slowly, "You like that demon very much. ”

Purple Dance nodded vigorously, "Yes!"

"There is a legend that the devil will eat human flesh, and if one day he is really forced into a desperate situation, with his demonic nature, he will eat you. ”

What the black robe said made people inexplicably mad.

Zi Wu didn't deny it, turned her head to the black robe and said, "No one likes a desperate situation, and Leng You doesn't like it even more." After thinking about it, Zi Wu's eyes lit up, and she said coquettishly: "But if there is really nothing to eat, Leng Yu will eat the soil first!"

No matter what she says, even if she is robbed, Zi Wu's beautiful and delicate face does not have half of all the negative emotions such as fear, fear, uneasiness, and panic, which is extremely pitiful.

The black robe looked at her again.

In the innermost view of the broken Taoist temple, there is a statue of Tianzun.

There is a stale smell in the temple, and the incense has long been cut off.

The black robe climbed the stairs and entered the temple, picked up the three pillars on the table and put the incense sticks for I don't know how many years, lit them with spiritual power, bowed to the idol three times, slowly inserted the burning incense sticks into the incense burner, and finally looked at the statue silently with his hands.

The black robe was facing the idol and slowly spoke: "Do you believe in Tianzun?"

Zi Wujiao, who walked to the door, said in surprise: "Believe it, I believe it with Leng You." ”

"Tianzun...... Scold. ”

Breaking Guanyu, the deep voice had a slight hint of mockery, and then gradually became indifferent.

The black robe remained motionless.

Green smoke curls, and the dilapidated ancient temple is silent.

Zi Wu's little hand grasped the broken door frame and was looking around curiously, but he caught a glimpse of a faint three-colored light on the horizon, two of which stopped coming, and another bright starlight shrouded the black meaning and came across the sky.

Shake the light!

Zi Wujiao's face was happy, and she held back her excitement and waited.

There is a white cloud in the sky, which does not disperse all year round, and there is a barren mountain ancient village under it, and there is a famous lonely cloud village.

Falling in the village, he was instantly keenly aware of the emotions of several villagers he saw, curious, doubtful, jealous, and awe...... And everyone's every move, every detail.

Where was Purple Dance taken again?

There was silence in the distance, but the cold and quiet steps paused in vain.

At the same time, the black robe in Poguanyu suddenly turned around, bringing a violent gust of wind......

Moon view.

Leng You came to the moon view, the place where Qingxiao Zhenren and He Qing'er's mother died.

There is a natural wave of fluctuations in the depths of the view, deep and mysterious, and as the cold and dark approach step by step, it becomes more and more unfathomable, making people almost tremble to the point of retreating.

Peak-level terrifying aura.

Leng Yu calmly entered the moon view and walked straight to the deepest part.

Stepping into the courtyard, the first glimpse was not someone else, but the pretty and delicate purple dance.

"Lengyu!" Purple Dance shouted happily.

Purple Dance stood on the steps under the eaves of Guanyu in front of her, like a bright and delicate flower, with buds waiting to be released, her beautiful face was still delicate and flawless, her eyebrows and eyes were smiling, and she was very excited to see Leng You.

Leng Yu stopped, his face softened slightly, "How are you doing this time?"

"Very well!" said Purple Dance grinned.

Although she was swept away by a mysterious person, Zi Wu didn't worry about being scared at all, but felt that her experience was quite novel and exciting, and she had lived quite leisurely in the past few days.

At this time, seeing the cold and quiet, Zi Wu did not move, and stood on the steps obediently.

Zi Wu disappeared for a while, Leng You's slightly raised heart slowly fell, but he didn't step forward to approach Zi Wu, in his heart of vigilance, at this time, a black-robed figure silently walked out of Guanyu behind Zi Wu......

When all the fog clears, who will surface?

The wind was blowing, and Zi Wu on the side was startled: "Ah, you don't want to come to Leng You, but Leng You came!"

Leng You arrived, there was no need for the black robe to respond to Zi Wu, and confronted Leng You, the majestic body was as heavy as a mountain, the breath was extremely fierce and oppressive, thundering at every turn, and Leng You's soothing face gradually faded.

During the confrontation, Leng You suddenly frowned slightly.

The breath of the Taixu Imperial Qi True Recipe is the most familiar, quiet and natural, the wind and thunder do not move, and the sky does not fall, which is a kind of mysterious and mysterious natural depth that people cannot touch.

It's just that what I feel at this time is clearly full of fierce and murderous intent.

Leng Yu said calmly: "Why hide your head and show your tail." ”

Who is the person in front of you? The cold answer was just a ruthless sword aura.