Xiao Benben's fragrant breath penetrated into Lin Zhongyu's nostrils. Her delicate and warm fingers were placed on the mask of Lin Zhongyu like mutton fat white jade.

But Lin Zhongyu didn't have the slightest joy, because the moment Xiao Benben's hand was placed on his face, many hazy pictures suddenly appeared in his mind, Miaoqi's cry, his ruthless big hand, and those innocent people who died when he fought with Yanxia Qiwei, etc., etc., etc.

One qiē and one qiē are all because of the woman in front of him, and he is an accomplice.

But he still has a lot of things, he can't think clearly, he vaguely remembers that he participated in the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference. But I don't remember what happened next. It was Lin Zhongyu who didn't speak, just looked at Xiao Benben like that.

Xiao Benben was unaware of this qiē. Through the five ghost seals, she can order Lin Zhongyu to do anything. However, she couldn't perceive Lin Zhongyu's inner world through the Guò Five Ghost Seal. I saw the infinite misery on the pretty face, and finally couldn't help but turn around, looking at the green mountains in front of me in the morning light, and said slightly: "Hey, maybe I shouldn't be so foolish." If you want to hate, hate it. At least you can still remember me! Today's Ten Thousand Immortals Conference retest ratio, do you know who your opponent is?"

Xiao Benben said this. didn't expect Lin Zhongyu to answer her, and said in a changed tone: "Your opponent is your senior brother Lu Yifeng

Lin Zhongyu shuddered when he heard this. How could it be so coincidental that he met his senior brother. Senior Brother's cultivation is extremely high, even if he is ten, how can he match it?

"Blood slaves. You get ready!" Xiao Benben didn't look back and left after speaking, and didn't notice anything strange about Lin Zhongyu.

Lin Zhongyu was frightened. People stood there, and the words in their ears were all over the place, "Your opponent is your senior brother Lu Yifeng!" Lin Zhongyu never thought that one day he would compete with his senior brother on the same stage. In the depths of his heart, even if it is ten hundred of himself, it is impossible to compare with the senior brother.

But how could he give up?

There is only one "Peerless Petal" left in the Heaven and Earth, how many cultivators are fighting for in the Moon Desolation Ten Thousand Immortal Conference, and how far can he go?

Lin Zhongyu shook his head and didn't dare to imagine, but he was unwilling. He was full of sorrow in his heart, and he didn't move, but he responded to the strange appearance of the blood slave on weekdays.

Even Xiao Benben's personal guards didn't notice the change in Lin Zhongyu.

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The sun wheel is high, when the warm sun shines on the earth.

The sky is clear, and the sky is as clear as a wash.

Banjie Mountain was crowded, and several parties on the square had already been surrounded.

When Xiao Benben issued an order for Lin Zhongyu to rush to Banjie Mountain with him to participate in the competition, Lin Zhongyu finally appeared in front of Xiao Benben with that ugly mask.

Because Lin Zhongyu himself didn't know what to do, whether to fight against the senior brother or give up completely. simply went back to being the original puppet, and only Xiao Benben's order was obeyed.

"Blood slave, the person who is playing against you today is the legacy of Qitian Sumen, you have to be careful!" Xiao Benben knew his words, and he would not have any reply. Still whispered in Lin Zhongyu's ear.

When Lin Zhongyu heard this, he felt a sense of melancholy in his heart, and kept asking himself: "What should I do?"

He could only follow Xiao Benben to the Half-Realm Peak Square.

For the first time, I saw the grand occasion of Banjieshan Square clearly, although I had seen many grand scenes. has also experienced many bizarre situations, but Lin Zhongyu still can't help but feel a little nervous. But I saw the crowd of people wearing various colored robes on the house. There are so many of them, and most of them are as old as themselves

All of them are full of style, calling each other for company, or talking loudly, or laughing and passing by. Lin Zhongyu couldn't help but feel a little envious in his heart, those people. And you can never fit in. Because I don't deserve it at all.

At this moment, he seemed to be back to the past, that little disciple with low cultivation and good for nothing.

Maybe the world is as it should be, even if the vicissitudes of life. Time and space change, but a person's heart is difficult to change.

Unconsciously, Lin Zhongyu lowered his head and looked at the ground under his feet, Xiao Benben inadvertently turned his head and asked secretly in his heart: "Why do you feel that the blood slave has changed a little." "But I can't say exactly what has changed.

Originally, when Lin Zhongyu didn't have the slightest sanity, he had no human feelings at all, and through an ugly mask, people couldn't see his expression clearly. So Lin Zhongyu has always been like a living dead, and he can't have some actions that ordinary people should have. But he actually lowered his head at the moment, of course Xiao Benben would feel weird. But Lin Zhongyu's slightly lowered head is a normal phenomenon in people's eyes. So even if he is as smart as Xiao Benben, he can't think of what went wrong with Lin Zhongyu.

However, it was Xiao Benben's faint fluctuations, but through guò soul induction, Lin Zhongyu's heart was shocked, and then Lin Zhongyu slowly raised his head and looked ahead. Hide behind a mask and look at the crowd in front of you, as if you are looking at another world.

Slowly, Lin Zhongyu followed behind Xiao Benben, and followed the flow of people to the front of a ring about a zhang high. But I saw all kinds of slogans painted in the ring. This made Lin Zhongyu a little familiar, and he vaguely remembered that when he was on the Yutai Dao Conference, he had seen slogans like this in different forms. The content is novel and interesting.

Look at the women's team under the ring, there are several rows of women's teams, which are written

"Brother Feng's first team of fans!"

"Volunteer Corps after the Moon Famine and Wind!" and so on.

Lin Zhongyu looked at these slogans and a sense of inexplicable warmth in the hearts of the crowd, but at this moment, suddenly the crowd saw a tall middle-aged man wearing a green robe talking to Gu Su Chenghai who was not the master he hadn't seen for a long time

Behind him stood a disciple dressed in white like snow, it was Senior Brother Lu Yifeng, looking around indifferently. Lin Zhongyu could hardly help himself when he saw this, and at this time he even wanted to run over to his master and senior brother.

But he found that if he really ran over. There was nothing to say.

The day of my sister's wedding. Say goodbye without saying goodbye yourself. I don't know the master, the master. Will not be angry. It's been a long time since they've forgotten their mistakes, or something else?

Thinking of Shi Niang, Lin Zhongyu couldn't help but look at the master's side, but found that in addition to the master Su Chenghai and the senior brother, there seemed to be disciples of the elders of other peaks of Qitian Su Mountain. Among them, the most conspicuous figure is the Emperor of Hengtian Peak. It's just that his face is a little pale. Seems to have been injured. However, there was no trace of the teacher Lin Wanqiu.

Not long ago, Heng Tianfeng Huangji and Sanqing Divine Sword Gate Demon Immortal Dugu Yu fought, and the competition with Lu Yifeng and Xing Daosheng was cut at the same time. This is known as the duel between the outstanding disciples of the two world's first sects in ancient and modern times. And Hengtian Peak Huangji is even known as the first disciple of the younger generation of Qitian Su Mountain. However, it was hit hard under Duguyue. Lu Yifeng is better than Di Daosheng. Shun lì promoted.

Although there are two major sects on the surface, each has its own winners and losers, but anyone with a discerning eye knows that Qitian Sumen has already lost. Dugu Yue, the first disciple of the Sanqing Divine Sword Sect, is definitely more than one grade stronger than the emperor in terms of strength. Although the road relics are strong, they are in the middle of the emperor with the emperor.

Looking at it this way, it seems that the final result is already clear at a glance.

And the blood slave Lin Zhongyu entered the second retest after encountering the abstention of a Yanxia Sect disciple in the retest. And for this abstention of the smoke gate. Above the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, the various sects are not clear, and there are different opinions.

The four old men sat on the side of the ring, and it seemed that they should be several prison elders. But he saw an old man in a brown robe sitting on a sandalwood chair on the left, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Su, Qitian Su Mountain is full of talents. Hehe. It's really a lot of color for us to cultivate in the desert today!" the old man said as he looked at the road behind Su Chenghai.

Seeing this, Lu Yifeng respectfully gave a deep salute, which fell in the eyes of the old man, and couldn't help but feel a little more praise. Sitting next to him was Su Chenghai, who had gray temples.

Sophie was seriously ill and in a coma. What made Su Chenghai and Lin Wanqiu exhausted, the most obvious thing was Su Chenghai's hair, and his temples were gray. actually showed a little old look. Su Chenghai's cultivation is high. It is almost impossible for him to look old at a time of several hundred years.

Because of the birth of the ancient sect, the elders in the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, except for the auditions. Tongtong is made up of four elders. Among them, the ancient sect and the current sect each sent two elders to show justice.

This Ten Thousand Immortals Conference was from the beginning. The Ancient Sect and the Present Moon Desolate Cultivator are secretly fighting in their hearts. Auditions, preliminary auditions, all the way. There are victories and defeats between the ancient sects and the current Xiuzhen. But everyone knows that those ancient sects have come back after hiding for thousands of years, but they are still tied with the major sects of the current Moon Desolation. It can only show that in the past 10,000 years, these moon desolate famous sects have been carried away by the qiē in front of them, and they have no idea that there is another powerful force in the world that has been hiding in the shadows.

Since there is such a hidden power in the righteous path, what about the demonic path? And the last three months of the eternal night. It's as clear as a mirror. It seems to be showing people something.

In ancient times, after the month-long eternal night, there were eight demons in a chaotic world, and the moon was full of bloody rain. And now it is only in the Eternal Night, and more than seventy percent of the people in the Moon Desolation have been killed and injured, what kind of demons will appear next?

The Demon Venerable descended into the world, but the Blood Demon had already been resurrected before the Eternal Night.

Is the legend of the Eternal Night true or not, and what kind of madness will disturb the world next?

The old man who spoke just now was none other than the elder of the sect who was also a little prestigious in the current sect of the Yue Huang Wilderness. In this Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, he served as the elder of the prison field. In this competition, it can be said that although the blood slave behaves obediently, many people admit that they can indeed be called the masters of the younger generation. However, compared with Lu Yifeng, Lin Zhongyu is just a slave of Xiao Benben, and more people are inclined to the victory of the former.

Di Daosheng, a disciple of the Ancient Sanqing Divine Sword Sect, shook the sky. The light and victorious style of the road relics undoubtedly made many of the current sects of the Moon Desolation rejoice, and the first collision between the two major forces in ancient and modern times was finally clear. Although the Emperor of Qitian Su Mountain Hengtian Peak was extremely defeated by the hands of Demon Immortal Duguyue, everyone did not seem surprised. Because the cultivation of the Demon Immortal Dugu Yu has approached the top level of the older generation of characters in the Moon Desolation. Any disciple loses to her. No one will say anything.

There are indeed geniuses in this world, but all geniuses are under the reflection of the demon fairy Duguyue. Lost its brilliance. If they regret it, then they can only regret being in the same world as Duguyue.

When Lin Zhongyu saw Su Chenghai. My heart was sour. Secretly, he said, "Master, how did his old man become like this?" he greeted from the heart. Su Chenghai is considered to be the way to the sky. It's impossible to know.

Even if he is given the opportunity to let Lin Zhongyu say goodbye, but can he really say it? Lin Zhongyu will make a mistake, and he plans to compete for the first place in the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference as a blood slave. Waiting for the opportunity to get the heart of "Fuji Petal", but he never imagined that the first competition after he woke up was against his senior brother. If it's someone else. Even if he desperately casts the Heavenly Dao Magic Technique, he will win.

However, now he is facing the elder brother who has watched him grow up since he was a child, like a brother and a father. Don't know where to go?

Give up?

Leave?

Lin Zhongyu asked himself deeply, but the answer, one

No!

Neither can you die!

That's when I was stunned. The hoarse voice shouted loudly: "The second retest of the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, Qitian Sushan Road Relic Wind against the Blood Slave!

This voice rang above everyone's heads like a yellow bell, deafening. There was silence around the originally noisy ring.

I saw that the wind was like a light smoke, drifting towards the top of the ring, and then gently falling to the ground. Seeing the light and graceful figure of Lu Yifeng, a burst of applause suddenly sounded below. The sound is so loud that it can be heard from far and near standing in the Banjie Mountain.

However, just after the applause subsided.

On the other side of Lu Yifeng, his opponent Blood Slave did not appear for a long time, and a burst of discussion slowly sounded in the crowd.

One of them had sharp eyes, saw Lin Zhongyu under the ring at a glance, and said loudly: "Hey, the blood slave is here!" Everyone looked at his fingers, and sure enough, he saw Lin Zhongyu wearing an ugly mask, standing on the ground with white hair and black robes, but he didn't know what to think?

"Is he scared?"

"I think he's scared silly. Whaha!" There are also any shouts.

"Blood slave, if you don't dare to come to power, admit defeat."

"Consciously. Admit defeat. Ground. Thank you

Of course, these cries. Women's voices are the most common. Lin Zhongyu is no stranger to this situation.

A qiē is as clear as yesterday's Yutai Dao competition.

It's just that this time it's a bigger stage, above the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, the real Thousand Thousand Moon Desolate Cultivation is really the same.

In their laughter, there is only one ridiculous self.

The fan team of the elder brother Lu Yifeng is so strong. It was so powerful that Lin Zhongyu almost lost his mind in that voice, forgetting the purpose of his coming here. Now he just wanted to find a crack in the ground and get in. No one should look, no one would see.

It has been a full year since the last Yutai Seminar, but he has not changed in the slightest during this year.

He's still like that. Cultivate as a low-level little disciple that no one can reach. He is still the Lin Zhongyu who is ridiculed by others.

At this moment, I heard a cold cry in my ears: "Blood slave, what are you waiting for?".

I saw Xiao Benben raise his eyebrows slightly, his apricot eyes widened, and he stared at Lin Zhongyu with an angry face. But I don't know why. When Lin Zhongyu saw that face full of anger, an inexplicable warmth rose in his heart.

When the whole world laughs at you, who will worry about you and be anxious about you?

Finally. Lin Zhongyu's cold eyes looked at the ring.

Next, a faint white light came from the feet of the jade in the forest. appeared for no reason and carried him over the heads of everyone.

At this time, Su Chenghai, who was sitting on the side, couldn't help but squint his eyes for a while. Carefully looked at this blood slave who had heard the eldest disciple mention. I saw that the "blood slave" had white hair and black robes, and he did have a bit of imagination with Lin Zhongyu in the past.

But what kind of person Su Chenghai is, his cultivation is so high that he can be regarded as a few masters in today's moon famine. Naturally, people will not be judged only by their appearance and small bones.

Although dozens of feet away, Su Chenghai could still faintly feel that the blood slave had a thick bloody aura on his body, and there was an incomparably depressing gloomy aura. Su Chenghai was secretly shocked in his heart, the bloody aura was indeed somewhat similar to when Lin Zhongyu came back from Sword Mother Peak, but it was by no means the same.

When Lin Zhongyu returned from the Sword Mother Peak, he once told his master and sister about his strange experience, and because of this, he led his red hair to explode. He had the faint bloody aura of the legendary eight-headed serpent on his body, and the strange treasure three-foot Qiong Gou Jade in his hand also had a similar aura.

However, at this moment, Su Chenghai was sensitively aware that although the aura on the blood slave's body was similar to Lin Zhongyu, it was by no means the same. And the gloomy aura on the blood slave. made Su Chenghai unable to figure out the way to come. What's more, Lin Zhongyu hasn't even broken through the first weight of the Heavenly Dao, so how can he rise in the sky so smoothly. This resuscitation Cheng Hai confirmed in his heart that this blood slave could definitely not be his disciple Lin Zhongyu. Thinking of this, Su Chenghai couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and he didn't know whether Lin Zhongyu was alive or dead.

Su Chenghai felt a faint trace of guilt towards Lin Zhongyu in his heart. I really owe a lot to this little disciple. Since he was accepted as an apprentice, he has given it to his eldest disciple.

It's ten years.

Originally, when Lin Zhongyu started, his qualifications were extremely low. Su Chenghai didn't expect much, originally planned to let Sophie teach Lin Zhongyu some poetry and writing. In the future, even if you go down the mountain, you will be able to use it for yourself.

decade

Ten years of Taoism has not progressed an inch.

How many people can still persevere?

He never dreamed that when he was discussing the Tao in Yutai, the little disciple who had been silent and had been neglected by himself all along. Even every time in the night when no one is around, he insists on cultivating the first method of sitting and forgetting the Heavenly Dao!

When he saw Lin Zhongyu fighting with the ram Tingfeng in the ring, he understood all the qiē.

What kind of persistence is this?

That's right. Child, what kind of helplessness is this! It was also at that moment that Su Chenghai recognized Lin Zhongyu from his heart. The little disciple is small, even if he stays in the first realm forever for the rest of his life. He is also his proudest apprentice of Su Chenghai!

However, the blood slave in front of him was gloomy and obedient, with a bloody aura, how could he be his own apprentice 7 In fact, Su Chenghai had a little extravagant hope in his heart, if his apprentice was really that blood slave. What kind of situation is it? Because Su Chenghai has already felt that the blood slave cultivation is in no way inferior to his own big apprentice! Who will win this competition, now he can't say for sure!