Some people like to drink hot, and some people like to drink cold.

Midsummer is coming to an end, and the temperature in Changling is still very high during the day, but it is significantly cooler at night.

The jade cup is filled with grape wine, with some ice cubes to chill, the jade cup is full of cold dew, the fruit bowl in front of the cup is full of washed melons and fruits, and fireflies are flying in the garden in front of it.

The man in black, whose face could not see the traces of time, picked up the wine glass, but did not drink heavily, and slowly licked the wine in the glass, and his lips and teeth were bright red as blood.

Although it is just an ordinary black silk silk robe, if it is extravagant, there are few people above him in the whole Changling, because this kind of extravagance is not only the accumulation of countless years of brocade clothes and jade food, but also the accumulation of countless years of life and death to seize nature.

He was the one who led Zhang Yi to the Immortal Fu Sect, the leader of the old magnates of Changling.

The vast majority of people in Changling don't know his cunzài, and even those who know that there are people like him don't know his real name, but they habitually call him "night owl".

"Zheng Sleeve is a crazy woman, if she doesn't go crazy, it's just that the stimulation she has received is not enough. ”

"There weren't many people around her, and it just so happened that I didn't like Wen Houling either. ”

"She's going crazy, so what are we going to do?"

"Chu will be chaotic, Yan is too deep, Qi is just right. ”

Sitting next to the man in black was a gentle middle-aged scribe, and the two only chatted a few words lightly, but these few sentences were also a major event that was enough to affect the entire Changling.

After slowly licking the wine in the glass, the man in black stood up and disappeared into the night of Changling.

......

It's the moon again.

In the Immortal Fu Sect, Zhang Yi was not punished, but he still carried the water.

As he walked along the trail, there was no faint silver light, for he had walked steadily, and the water in the bucket no longer leaked.

His steps are no longer heavy.

Because although he didn't comprehend the meaning of those runes, he had naturally comprehended the channels through which the true yuan flowed in his body, and he had already comprehended the true yuan exercises.

This True Yuan Technique, combined with the mystical power emitted from the mountain path here, made his body stronger and stronger.

In just a few days, this change was enough to shock him.

Some ordinary sharp objects, even if the iron sheet cut his skin, only left a light white mark.

The Immortal Fu Sect was indeed shocking enough.

It's just that his body has undergone amazing changes under this powerful True Yuan Technique, but his comprehension of the Fu Dao is still stagnant, and he is still the worst among the disciples who are in the same entry.

It still made him a little ashamed.

There was a faint white light on the mountain path ahead, interrupting his thoughts and attracting his attention.

It was a faint glow from a trail of slime.

Zhang Yi stopped and looked, first surprised.

What left behind this glowing slime was a small snail.

This is an ordinary snail, but the mountain path here has a mystery, even low-level cultivators are afraid that they will not be able to walk normally, how can this ordinary snail pass through and leave such a trace?

Zhang Yi looked at the snail that was still crawling slowly on the stone steps in a daze, he looked at it for a long time, and finally began to understand why.

Because the body of this snail is soft.

Because this snail climbs very slowly, even much slower than usual.

However, the slower and longer you stay on this stone staircase, the more obvious the marks will become.

In the past many years of practice, Zhang Yi has not been tricky, relying on hard work and concentration, practicing step by step, progressing, he seems to have rarely had an epiphany like enlightenment.

However, at this moment, there seemed to be a bright light flashing in his mind.

He was like an electric shock.

He inexplicably grasped a sword in his sleeve.

It was a very short, stone-like sword, the sword that Xue Wangxu had left for him.

At the same time, a powerful sword intent appeared in his mind that was so sharp that his consciousness felt stinging.

And then there are the sparkling marks left by this snail.

His mind pushed the true element, and it naturally and incomparably slowly flowed to the sword in his hand.

He didn't realize it, and he didn't see it.

But on the stone sword in his hand, there was a flash of light, and there were light chips, as if someone had carved a blow into the sword with a hammer and a chisel.

......

When Zhang Yi obtained the epiphany that all cultivators dreamed of in the Yanshang Immortal Fu Sect, Ding Ning did not heal his wounds, he was waiting, thinking.

There is a person named Wen Houling by Zheng Sleeve's side.

He wouldn't appear most of the time, but every time Zheng Sleeve appeared on the battlefield and cast the Starfire Sword that fell from the sky, he would follow Zheng Sleeve's side like a shadow.

Always keep a trick after the move, this is Zheng Sleeve's style of acting.

She appears on the battlefield, and always only at the most critical moments, only by the appearance of her sword.

As a close attendant, Wen Houling, who hides on the battlefield with her, is her last move, and she is naturally very powerful.

Wen Houling was also one of the cultivators in the Bashan Sword Field who betrayed that person.

Even if such a bureau is set up, so that everyone in Changling can naturally distinguish the Nine Dead Silkworms from themselves, but because it is too good and incredible, even if Zheng Sleeve has come to see him in person, he is still not at ease, and he still wants Wen Houling to take a look.

Even Chen Jian Capital determined that it was impossible for Wen Houling to perceive Ding Ning's abnormality, but at this moment, Ding Ning was not worried about this, he was only worried about his own feelings, he was worried that he would unconsciously show hostility.

Even if the emotion is too good, some unconscious subtle reactions of the body can still reveal a lot of things.

Wen Houling has been Zheng Sleeve's shadow attendant for many years, and what he is best at is observing this.

It's just that Wen Houling, why hasn't he come yet?

Even Supervisor Chen already knew that he would come, why didn't he come at this time?

......

A horse-drawn carriage was parked at the door of the liquor shop in Wutongluo.

A middle-aged man with well-maintained nails stepped out of the carriage.

"Why did you come here first?"

At this moment, a faint, but inexplicably noble and majestic voice floated from the darkness around him.

The middle-aged man who got out of the carriage was Wen Houling.

He was wearing a pale yellow robe, but the vitality fluctuations exuded from his body seemed to drag the shadows of countless things around him into his body and devour them.

This aura was enough to make many cultivators of the Seven Realms feel terrified.

But at this time, hearing the sound floating in the darkness around him, Wen Houling's face changed slightly.

"A practitioner who stays in one place for a long time will eventually leave some traces. Leave some traces that he doesn't even care about. ”

He groaned for a moment, replied, and then asked, "Why are you here?"

"What do you say?" a sarcastic laugh came from the darkness, "there were countless people available to her in the past, but lately there have been fewer and fewer people, and I would love to see how she would feel if there were fewer and fewer people around her." ”

Wen Houling's brows furrowed deeply: "You dare to kill me here?"

The voice in the darkness was cautious: "I want to try." ”

Wen Houling fell silent: "Because of the nine dead silkworms?"

The man in the dark laughed: "Nonsense. ”

"Then try it. ”

Wen Houling shook her head.

He didn't make any extra movements, and his body didn't emit any bright light, but all the dark shadows in a radius of hundreds of zhang around him seemed to be sucked into his body at this moment, and the hundred zhang around him suddenly became bright.

However, his face also turned pale at this moment.

A black line crept into his body as the shadows contracted, only to be aware of it.

This is an esoteric duel between the Seven Realms that is difficult to describe in words. There was a powerful vitality fighting in the clouds, but a man in black was already behind him, almost standing close to him.

Just in an instant, Wen Houling saw the man in black clearly.

The other party's aura is stronger than his, his face is more handsome than his, and even his nails are trimmed finer than his.

The feeling at this moment is actually ashamed of oneself, and it is not as good as anywhere.

"The reason why you people have repeatedly failed in the face of those so-called great rebellions is because you always rely on Changling and others, but you don't think about your own life and death, and you need to control your own hands after all. ”

The man in black said this and looked up.

He narrowed his eyes.

On the corner tower in the distance, a powerful aura fell, turning into a terrifying sword intent, and it was falling.

Wen Houling screamed extremely poignantly.

Countless black rays shot out of his pupils, and in the next moment, his body exploded.

At the moment when his body exploded, countless black rays of light burst out in many places in this street and alley at the same time.

The terrifying sword intent that fell from the corner tower in the distance cut through a cloud of black light.

The black light disappeared in an instant, leaving a deep mark on the ground, and a blood stain as cool as the wine in the jade cup.