"You're not a disciple of my sect..."

Chang'an's last trace of luck was also immediately exposed under the blunt words of the white-bearded old man. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Chang'an, who was smiling bitterly in his heart, sensed the terrifying coercion on this old man's body as if he could crush his bones, and nodded without any hesitation.

Seeing that Chang'an didn't have any rebuttal, and directly admitted his identity, the white-bearded old man's eyes narrowed, and he couldn't help but praise: "To be honest, for killing you, it's only in the old man's thoughts, but the old man loves talent and doesn't want to destroy a good seedling with his own hands, if you join the Sanmen Sect now, the old man doesn't care who you are, whether you killed Zhou Jie with your own hands or not, I won't pursue it..."

Chang'an took a deep breath, looked up at the old man's old face, and said without hesitation: "The younger Chang'an, he did kill Zhou Jie, but it was also a last resort, the kindness of the seniors, Chang'an understands, but it is difficult to obey..."

"Do you want to die?" the white-bearded old man raised his eyebrows and asked with a cold snort.

Chang An gritted his teeth, his eyes showed sadness, and he said bluntly: "The younger generation has a deep hatred in the sea of blood, and he has to take revenge... In order to make up for his mistakes, the younger generation is willing to stay in the Three Sects for a month to help the Three Sects clean up the dead gas in the corpse hiding tower... In order to repay the grace of the predecessors not to kill. ”

Chang An didn't think about it, and immediately said the only way to survive, the rich dead qi in his body, others can't see through it, and it doesn't prove that the old monster can't see through it, and it's better to hide it than to say it directly to be sincere, and for the Sanmen Sect, Chang'an doesn't have any malicious intent, as he can devour the dead qi, he is simply the best candidate to clean up the dead qi in the corpse tower of the Sanmen Sect.

Although the white-bearded old man hid very deeply, saying that he loved talent, how could Chang'an not know that he could live until now because he was able to devour death qi, and even Chang'an boldly guessed that when he killed Zhou Jie, maybe the people of the Sanmen Sect knew his identity, if he hadn't shown the ability to devour death qi, I am afraid that he would have died a long time ago, how could he be so unscrupulous and live so long in the Sanmen Sect with Yuan Ying in charge.

Although Chang'an's performance was still calm, he was extremely nervous in his heart, especially in the face of the scorching eyes of the old man, his heart couldn't stop beating wildly, he was afraid that what he was most afraid of now was not being killed by the white-bearded old man, but that the white-bearded old man would leave him in the Sanmen Sect for a lifetime.

Looking at the silent and indifferent face of the white-bearded old man, Chang'an was really tormented in his heart, just when he almost couldn't bear the huge coercion that pressed on his body, suddenly his body was light, and the old man's faint voice sounded in his ears.

"That's it, that's it... The dead qi in the corpse tower will be handed over to you, but you can't move the corpse spirit, if you finish absorbing it, you will leave on your own, the old man will never stop you, you just need to remember that after the revenge is avenged, the door of the three sects will be opened for you at any time..."

As soon as the white-bearded old man's voice fell, he took a deep look at Chang'an, and then disappeared in an instant.

Chang'an, who had a complicated eye, sensed the terrifying aura that had faintly disappeared around him, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then his eyes showed respect, bowed deeply to the Hall of Elders of the Three Sects, and immediately flew towards Zhou Jie's cave mansion with a flying sword.

Got the promise of the white-bearded old man, Chang'an's only worry disappeared completely, he didn't have a good impression of the Sanmen Sect, but because of the white-bearded old man, he also became different, as if he had a feeling, he suddenly felt that compared to the Xuanxiao Sect, a great enemy who destroyed his own sect, the Sanmen Sect, which was called the evil sect, was simply more than a hundred times stronger.

What Chang'an didn't expect was that this white-bearded old man actually knew that he had secretly devoured the corpse, no wonder so many disciples reported the matter to the Hall of Elders at the beginning, and the reply they got was to solve it by themselves, I am afraid that at that time, the identity has been revealed.

Chang'an, who was meditating and vomiting, opened his eyes when the night came, and unlike the previous sneak, at this moment Chang'an and without any worries, he left the cave and flew towards the corpse tower.

During the day, the disciples wanted to cultivate, and Chang'an was naturally not easy to disturb, but at night, for some reason, Chang'an found that it was different from before, as if night had not yet come, and the disciples in the corpse hiding tower left early, as if waiting for Chang'an.

Without any delay, Chang'an fell under the first corpse tower, and began to enter from the first order to the hundredth order of all the corpse pits, and encountered a forbidden stone gate, Chang'an can solve it, and if it can't be solved, he sat cross-legged in place, and continued to evolve in his mind.

Although Chang'an had some regrets about the corpses inside, he ignored them and continued to devour the dead qi that permeated the corpse pit.

For two months in a row, when Chang'an devoured all the dead gas in the nine corpse towers of the Sanmen Sect, he found a jade plate engraved with the three characters of the Sanmen Sect at the entrance of the cave, and learned from Zhou Jie's memory that this jade plate was not the identity jade card of ordinary disciples, but the identity jade plate of the guest Qing who was friendly with the Sanmen Sect and contributed to the three sects.

Thinking of the white-bearded old man's words that the Sanmen Sect would open the door for him at any time, Chang An smiled slightly, solemnly put the Keqing jade plate in his hand in the storage bag, and left outside the Sanmen Sect.

"Why did the sect master let him go, wouldn't it be better for our three sects to stay. ”

Not long after Chang'an left, a huge sculpture built on the mountain, erected on the broken rock, stood two people, an old man with a pale face and a beard blowing in the wind, and an old man with a respectful face standing aside.

The two of them looked different, but their eyes looked at one place, and that was where Chang'an left.

"If you stay for a while, you can't stay for a lifetime, raising a tiger is a problem, it's better to let the tiger go back to the mountain......"

As soon as the white-bearded old man's voice fell, he retracted his gaze with deep meaning, looked at the thoughtful old man beside him, and said with a smile: "The Three Sects will be handed over to you sooner or later, and you must have a view of the overall situation in the future, remember, standing high, you may not be able to see far, the frog in the well may not know the sky, only idiots, still in a dream......"

After leaving the Sanmen Sect, Chang'an, who was nervous, found that the people from the Sanmen Sect did not chase after him, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and bowed to the Sanmen Sect, and according to Zhou Jie's memory, flew towards the highest mountain range in the territory of the Gao Kingdom.

The reason why Gao Guo is called Gao Guo is because the geographical location of Gao Guo is higher than that of other countries, all year round, with the longest winter, the endless mountains and veins, all of which are ice and snow that cannot be turned away for thousands of years, and the surroundings are even more inaccessible, and even the spirit beasts are difficult to survive, and the temperature is extremely low.

On the map of Gaoguo, these icebergs occupy at least a quarter of the position, and it is precisely because of this that Chang'an can't wait to fly to the highest and most famous Xueyang Mountain in Gaoguo, because this is the best place for him to practice the Nine Xuanzhen Venerable Three Divine Heavenly Technique, the second Xuantian.

And Chang'an chose to be on this snow peak that has not melted for thousands of years, the chill that pierces people's bones and blows people's cold, and only this kind of place that has been shrouded in snow and wind for many years can meet Chang'an's needs, if you don't use the cold to cultivate, Chang'an really doesn't know what to choose.

After several months of flying, Chang'an is gradually approaching Xueyang Mountain, at the same time, the surrounding temperature is also dropping sharply, everything is a scene wrapped in silver, the deeper you fly, the more intense the cold is, and even in the end, Chang'an's hair, eyelashes, hair, have frost.

The cold wind blowing in the face, the cheeks of the person who cut it hurt, and the clothes on the body also became hard under the baptism of the cold wind, until in the end, even Chang'an felt that his heart seemed to be under this cold wind, beating slowly, and when the blood was about to coagulate, he stopped and paused, and controlled the flying sword to fall on the overflowing snow slope.

There are still thousands of miles away from reaching Xueyang Mountain, but just like that, Chang'an can no longer bear the cold air between heaven and earth, as if it can also freeze his consciousness and thoughts.

After putting away the flying sword, Chang'an sat cross-legged, calmly concentrating, and immediately fell into his mind, the cold air coming from under his feet, almost before he used the mantra of the Nine Xuan Zhenzun Three Divine Heavenly Technique, it invaded the body, and was spreading and flowing at a very fast speed.

Chang'an's mind at the moment is gray and misty, except for being refined by the essence and blood of the ancient mirror, there is nothing else, and only here can Chang'an be not affected by the cold under the operation of the Nine Xuan Zhenzun Three Divine Heavenly Technique.

Although his body was being baptized by the cold wind at the moment, his consciousness, in his mind, controlled the dantian spiritual sea, and began to run the exercise mantra, in order to protect his body from the cold wind, Chang'an even overflowed with a rich dead air, condensed into a black eggshell light curtain around his body to protect him.

This dead air overflowed, and the cold air that rushed around him immediately avoided it, and the bursts of spiritual power that emerged from the body were also stirring, spreading a wave of warmth to bake Chang'an's body, and after a while, when Chang'an adapted to the cold air now, he let the warmth attached to his body return to his body, control the light curtain of dead air, open a crack, and let the cold rush in.

As soon as the cold air appeared, with the traction power of the Nine Xuan Zhenzun Three Divine Heavenly Techniques, it immediately drilled into Chang'an's body and poured into the dantian spiritual sea, and it was divided into two, each accounting for half of the spiritual sea's dead qi and spiritual power, and also gave way to an open space in an instant for the cold qi to stop, as Chang'an continued to absorb, he could clearly feel that the cold qi in the dantian spiritual sea was constantly expanding and becoming stronger.

This speed, although extremely slow, is slow, but in the slow, dispel the changes brought by the dead qi to Chang'an, until Chang'an's body slowly adapts to the cold qi, and then the crack of the dead qi light curtain that continues to be controlled expands again, allowing more cold qi to enter the body.

The lifeless aura on his body was gradually replaced by the cold as Chang'an continued to exhale, and the black circles under the continuous operation of the lotus cold air gradually faded, and the face as white as a dead man gradually became a little angry under the loss of time, and it didn't look so shocking.

At this moment, he was like a furnace standing in a snowflake to burn the fire, melting the snowflakes, and melting into the dantian spiritual sea for pure energy, and the cold that evaporated melted into the flesh and blood, and with Chang'an's every move, it was sprinkled with a chilling coldness.

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