Early in the morning, Song Si woke up and opened his eyes to find him in a simple wooden house.

Lifting the brown quilt and struggling to sit up, Song Sifu put down a purple and red vermilion fruit, closed his eyes and settled down, the true yuan flowed, refining the aura of the zhu fruit, and operated for twelve weeks according to the Void Sword Technique.

In the last battle of the Nine Nations Alliance, although Song Si was injured, he did not hurt the origin, and after refining a Zhu Guo, Song Si felt that his injury had recovered five or six layers.

Opening his eyes, Song Si let out a breath of turbid air and walked out of the wooden house. The simple pipa fence outside the house is full of purple flowers and plants, and the fragrance is faint. Outside the fence, the vegetation is lush with butterflies and bees, and a small stream flows through a grove not far away.

"Are you awake?" A crisp voice came, Song Si turned his gaze, only to see a shy girl in ink walking over with a basket of washed fruits, "Senior told you to wake up and rest for a while before leaving." ”

"Ah, by the way, my name is Suge. The girl smiled lightly.

"Suge, good name. How long have I been in a coma? Who are you talking about?"

Su Ge put down the fruit and frowned slightly: "You have been in a coma for two days." I don't know the name of the senior. It was the seniors who saved Suge and her sister and placed us here. ”

"I see. The aura here is abundant, the environment is beautiful, and it is really good. ”

"Ah, by the way, the senior vomited a lot of blood when he came back, and Su Ge was a little worried. Su Ge bit his index finger, very worried.

"Where is he?" Song Si wondered in his heart, if he could save people in front of the six great cultivators of the late Yuan Infant period, the strength of this senior must not be simple, could it be Pure Yang Adong? He was not sure, if it was really Adong, he was afraid that the price he would pay would be very great.

Su Ge shook his head: "Su Ge doesn't know, after the seniors sent you, they flew away." ”

"Yes, thank you. These two spirit fruits are given to you, remember to open the jade box when you eat them. Song Si took out two Zhu Guo and handed them to Su Ge to thank him. As for who the senior who saved him is, he can only say thank you when he meets him.

"You want to leave, but the seniors said that your injuries ......"

"It's fine. If you see that senior, thank you on my behalf. Zi Yao's sword came out, and Song Si stepped on the flying sword and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute, the seniors said that a lot of people are going to kill you. Su Ge ran over quickly with the fruits, "These fruits." ”

"Thank you!" Song Si took away the fruit from the bamboo basket in the air, and the sword left, disappearing into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Ah, I don't know what his name is, what a weird guy. Su Ge looked at the two jade boxes in her hand and ran towards the upper reaches of the stream, she wanted to give the spirit fruit in the jade box to her sister Han Lian.

Between the swift movements of the sword, Song Si once again turned into the Demon Dao monk Mu Weiming, with a black Taoist robe, holding a white lantern, the evil aura loomed, indescribably weird.

In order to prevent the identity from being revealed, Zi Yao returned to the sheath and put it in the storage bag, Song Si changed the sword to walking, one step at a time, and it was not too slow.

On the way to the Twelve Palaces of Qinglian, Song Si had been studying the magic jade slips obtained in the treasure house of the Western Qin Imperial Palace. This jade slip that was suspected of being a demon dao technique was thrown together with many inferior magic jade slips, and it was not recorded by Western Qin, and Murong Chen didn't care when he saw him take this jade slip when he first saw him.

The divine consciousness sank into the jade slip, and an ordinary "Tao Te Ching" of five thousand words came into Song Si's mind, followed by one after another the history of the evolution of the Demon Dao, after reading them one by one, Song Si roughly understood the meaning of what it said, that is, whether it is the right way or the demon way, it belongs to the Dao Gate.

This concept of Taoism is very ancient, Song Si didn't care about it, and continued to watch, turning down the content one by one, as if there was no end, which made him feel slightly difficult when he had not fully recovered from his injury.

Finally, after flipping through tens of thousands of contents, he finally caught a sentence: "This Dao has collected so many demonic theories, and they have all been read by Xiaoyou, and the old man is optimistic about you, but Xiaoyou, you have to read it several times before you can know the supreme mystery of my Dao." ”

As for more messages, there are none.

What is this and what? A "Tao Te Ching" plus tens of thousands of demonic Dao Dao unification theories? It is simply unrelated, no wonder this jade slip is not even qualified to be recorded. Song Si couldn't help but wonder if this senior made this jade slip in order to play tricks on the juniors.

Tens of thousands of demonic Taoist theories, a "Tao Te Ching", Song Si silently recited it over and over again in his heart, vaguely seemed to capture something, and he didn't know that there were several monks in front of him who were catching and killing.

A large fireball on the left, a windy blade on the right, and flying swords flying around in the sky, clanging and clanging. Both sides were furious, and all kinds of thunder and fire were fought, but they didn't seem to be hurt.

In addition, each of them has a monk who uses the amplification technique to shout at each other to add momentum to their respective camps, and from time to time throw a palm thunder to sneak attack, or press a palm of the True Yuan Mudra. In short, it was a magical monk battle.

Rumble!

A large fireball exploded in front of Song Si, and Song Si instinctively stepped into the air and retreated three feet backwards.

Song Si woke up in shock, glad that he didn't take a step forward, and in an unprotected state, he was seriously injured by such a fireball.

Seeing the arrival of a demonic monk, the warring sides stopped one after another, retreated to their respective camps, and looked at Song Si vigilantly. Although it is not too tense to say that the Kunxu Star Dao Demons get along with each other, it is necessary to guard against each other after encountering them.

"The demonic qi is surging, where did you come from the demonic path demon? Seeing that our Nine Nations Alliance Heavenly Dao Sect Young Master didn't leave quickly?"

"Carrying lanterns in broad daylight, looking for ghosts, and seeing our Canglan Holy Sect, why don't you quickly retreat?"

Without waiting for Song Si to leave, the masters of the scolding war on both sides pointed the finger at him first.

Song Si held the lantern and smiled: "Young Master of the Heavenly Dao Sect, what is the relationship with the Heavenly Dao Sect?"

"Hmph, naturally it is the son of our sect master, you demon dao...... Do you want to... What are you doing......" The Heavenly Dao Sect scolded the battle monk with a frightened look on his face and retreated step by step.

"Demon Dao demons, this Dao doesn't care, since that's the case......" Song Si smiled evilly, pointed his sword at the condensation, and without waiting for them to react, he rushed into the camp of the Heavenly Dao Sect. A group of foundation building monks, the weak shields were like a layer of air in Song Si's eyes, and in an instant, they were shattered.

In the blink of an eye, the heads of the disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect flew up one by one, and their frightened expressions were as if they had seen a devil.

A group of cultivators who relied on the Dao Law did not have a powerful shield in front of the sword cultivator, and there was no difference between looking for death.

"Sword Cultivator! You are Sword Cultivator! You actually killed the Young Master of the Heavenly Dao Sect, and we didn't dare to kill them. The scolding disciples of the Canglan Holy Sect watched Song Si retreat in horror, standing within a hundred steps of sword cultivation, this is looking for death.

"Hey, hey. Song Si gave them a gentle smile.

Immediately afterwards, several sword marks were slashed in the wind, and none of the disciples of the Canglan Holy Sect who wanted to escape were spared, and they were all killed. Now that you have done it, you have to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

Putting away fifteen storage bags and a storage ring, Song Si summoned Zi Yao to use the Pure Yang Imperial Sword Technique and flew away quickly.

An hour later, Tian Daozi teleported to this battlefield, picked up his dead son, and burst into tears, spurting out a mouthful of blood after a long time.

"Chun'er, it was Dad who hurt you!"

The familiar sword qi and the residual sword intent all show who the murderer is, Tian Daozi didn't expect that the planted cause would be "rewarded" by him so soon.

"Song Si, the old man swears to take your life!"

Tiandaozi looked up to the sky and shouted angrily, and the terrifying momentum erupted, impacting all directions, and the land within a radius of sixty miles was in ruins.

However, this qiē has nothing to do with Song Si, he has already slipped away thousands of miles early, and he is only a hundred miles away from the land of the Qinglian Twelve Palaces.

Strange, how could there be so many patrol monks of the Nine Nations Alliance? Song Si was puzzled in his heart, and it was not until he was stopped that he knew the reason.

Every thirty miles, there were several teams of Nine Nations Alliance patrol monks to set up checkpoints, and they held Song Si's wanted portrait in their hands to carefully examine the past monks, as if they were sure that Song Si would come to participate in the Qinglian Twelve Palace Trial.

It's a pity that they are destined to run in vain, because no matter how they look for it, they can't see that Mu Weiming, who is full of demonic energy, will be Sword Cultivator Song Si.

Seeing that it was a demon monk, they didn't even ask, so they directly let Song Si go. It's strange to catch people in such a level.

Half a day later, Song Si came to the entrance of the legendary Qinglian Twelve Palaces, and several peaks around the entrance had been divided by major forces, and it was a little troublesome to find a suitable place to settle now.

Because if he entered the territory demarcated by a certain Da Xiuzhen, it would be a big offense, and if he was not careful, he would be in danger of being killed, so Song Si simply stayed on the top of a big tree and waited quietly.

What puzzled him was that there was a mist in the mountain peaks ahead, where was the shadow of the Qinglian Twelve Palaces? Could this be the fairy palace stored in the dream of the Qinglian Sword Immortal Li Taibai after he was drunk?

Don't think about it anymore, a day later will be the opening date of the Qinglian Zodiac signs, and it will be clear by then. Song Si simply continued to study the strange jade slip, how could there be no way to use the lantern that he had said?

It's just that it is about the crow's mouth that responds to Ye Yunlin, and there is never a shortage of trouble where Song Si is.

When Song Sizheng was immersed in the secret of the strange jade slip, a cold voice came: "This fellow Daoist, in the Lower Star Luo Hall Young Master Jing Du, your territory has been favored by us. ”

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