Zheng Wan also didn't expect that Seven Kills would make a sudden attack.
She had just confronted him by the sarcophagus when she noticed many people swarming out from the previous secret passage.
Daoist Tianhe, Daoist Changwu, Daoist Mingguang, Master Chengxin and others came together, Daoist Lu Yan and Shuyu Daojun were also among them. When they appeared, a group of people in black were also like a tide generally emerge.
No one knows where they came from, as if they were hidden there.
Zheng Wan noticed that these men in black had the same "evil energy" as that in Xiyu Gap.
... an evil cultivator
The big monks also saw her.
Who could not remember such a delicate and charming lotus beauty in crimson clothes? It's just that no one cares about her at this time, only Taoist Tianhe walks towards the altar while beating:
"Little baby, why are you here? Did Li Wei bring you here?"
Master Chengxin watched her nose with eyes and heart with nose, as if he was not the one who was begged by his apprentice to bring her in.
Zheng Wan was about to open her mouth, but her intuition was wrong, she subconsciously stepped back with a flash of blue sky, and she directly retreated to the other side of the sarcophagus, leaving an identical body in place.
She has never used the illusion-making formula so quickly, and even the phantom is so solid that it is almost exactly the same as her own.
Zheng Wan knew that this was due to the volume of "Mo Xu Jing" left by Grandma Jin in her dantian, so she carefully covered herself in the darkness.
The darkness is connected with the illusion, and it might take a while.
None of what happened today appeared in her dream—or, it appeared, but she ignored it.
Zheng Wan only remembered that in this dream, there was a blood mist covering the sky and the sun, and when it reappeared, Cui Wang returned with the Great Sun Immortal Mansion.
But at this time, the blood mist did not appear, but the great cultivators fought with the evil cultivators. The evil cultivators were not afraid of death, and the major cultivators were tied up. For a while, the battle was even a draw.
Just as she was thinking, the air around her suddenly stagnated, and there were thousands of ghosts crying in her ears. Zheng Wan was in a bad mood, and if she wanted to react, it was already too late.
There was a sharp pain in her throat, and she was dragged out of the darkness by someone holding her neck.
"Do you think that with that fake thing that can't be faked anymore, you can fool me?"
Qisha's face suddenly approached, "Naive."
"Well-"
Xuan Bingyan was ignited in Zheng Wan's palm, and she pulled the hands that were firmly tied to her throat, trying to break them apart, "Let go, let go!"
"No, let it go."
Qisha smiled authentically.
"Oh, don't waste your efforts, in this gentleman's domain, any means will not work."
Xuan Bingyan was extinguished by him casually.
Qingkong can't make it out.
Even Bing'er jumped off Zheng Wan's head to help, but before the ice-blue flame reached the man, it fell silent.
The "domain" of the Great Cultivator is equivalent to opening up another sub-space of his own in one space. In this sub-space, he is almost invincible—
At least low-level monks who haven't mastered the power of rules are helpless.
"Do you really want to kill me?"
Zheng Wan softened her voice.
"Hahaha, Jin Huan, you really look like this gentleman... It's a pity that you made a mistake, this gentleman is not the idiots like Shuyuan and Shujin—"
Qi Kill's other free hand slowly slid across her cheek, "I won't do that to you."
"But, but I can see from Daojun's eyes that Dao, Daojun doesn't want to kill me..." Zheng Wan let herself laugh.
Anyway, laughing is better than crying.
"I don't want to."
Seven kills sighed faintly, "I have always been sympathetic to women, but I can't help it. You moved something that shouldn't be moved."
His hand began to tighten a little bit.
The larynx was squeezed little by little, and Zheng Wan couldn't take another breath. She grabbed his arm, and her brain began to dizzy.
I didn't expect her death to be so ugly, I just hope that Aye, Auntie won't be too sad, Cui Wang...
Don't be sad either.
Zheng Wan slowly closed her eyes.
"Patter—"
The butterfly hairpin on her hair fell to the ground with the back of her neck and rolled to the side.
The clear purple hairpin immediately attracted Qisha's attention, he was stunned, and the strength in his palm couldn't help but loosen:
"This butterfly hairpin... you still have it?"
With his free hand, he took the butterfly hairpin on the ground.
A large amount of gas passed through the burning throat and re-entered Zheng Wan's body.
She gasped, feeling like she was coming back to life from a near-death state. It wasn't until he saw the butterfly hairpin among the seven killers that he realized that he had mistaken the butterfly hairpin for a book and presented it to her.
On the day of the Venerable’s Grand Ceremony, she and Shujin visited the lamp market in Fengwu City. Shujin did give her many gadgets, and the butterfly hairpin was one of them—
But the branch that Shujin gave her was destroyed by Cui Wang long ago.
This one is a gift from Cui Wang.
When Zheng Wan spoke, her voice was as hoarse as rough sandpaper slipping through her eardrums:
"Yes, yes, I have always carried, carried."
"It seems that you are not completely... unintentional towards him."
There was a hint of confusion in Qi Sha's eyes, and Zheng Wan was surprised to find that at this moment, the expression on his face changed greatly.
Is... Is it Shujin? !
"Shu Jin" raised the corner of his mouth, and smiled brightly at her:
"Yumei, you're here too."
"You, you let me go first—"
Zheng Wan pointed to the hand that was holding her neck.
"Shu Jin" seemed to be startled by himself, but he let go of his hand, and immediately tightened it again. Zheng Wan whimpered in pain, and the force this time was heavier than any previous time.
But she found that the person holding her neck seemed to be in more pain.
He covered his forehead with the other hand, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing. In just a few short breaths, he had already changed several expressions:
"Where to go!"
he growled.
In the end, all his expressions were frozen into what Seven Kills should be, with the corners of his mouth raised and his eyes evil.
Zheng Wan looked at him and giggled:
"Look, it seems that this sending, sending soul technique is not without sequelae."
"I have never thought about it, but the two puppet bodies actually want to influence my feelings."
Qi Sha forced her to look up, "Beautiful, beautiful, I have lived for more than 10,000 years, and I have never seen you so beautiful. No wonder those two boys can't forget... But why did you kill that person's beloved? "
"The man? Who?"
"I can't tell."
Qisha pointed to the top of his head.
He joked:
"Ten thousand years ago, I slaughtered six cities and tried to send my soul. Unexpectedly... I just made wedding dresses for others."
Zheng Wan heard it, and suddenly felt that there was a clear end of the thread suddenly shaken out of the messy thread.
"That, that person is Ziwei Xingjun, right? Daojun killed me, and he, he ordered it? It seems that Daojun, no, the entire evil alliance is, all under the hands of that person... "
Qisha said that his soul sending technique was nothing more than making someone else's wedding dress, and Zheng Wan thought of a more terrifying possibility.
Zhengmeng, there is definitely a puppet species of Ziwei Xingjun in Zhengmeng!
Moreover, just mix with those big monks!
Yes, it must be so, otherwise with Cui Wang's ability, how could he lie in the sarcophagus so easily, he is going to be a ruthless Taoist master.
There are seven kills...
Seven kills should be the evil cultivator who was defeated by the Twelve Zhengmeng Alliance 10,000 years ago. I just don’t know why his strength has dropped so much, and why he listened to Ziwei Xingjun’s words...
Or, after his strength plummeted, Ziwei Xingjun also regarded him as a puppet
"Has anyone ever told you that you have talking eyes, yes, you're right..."
Qi Sha fascinatedly stroked her crow's eyelashes and watery eyes, "That man planted part of my soul-seed in me, and I will be twins in one body. If he dies, I will die too; if I die, he will remove half of it." Fate..."
"I really don't want to kill you."
The Seven Killers suddenly tightened their grip.
This time, he didn't hold back at all.
Zheng Wan felt that the throat bone was crushed bit by bit by him with external force, and the blood foam rushed up from the throat.
Warm blood dripped down.
drop.
two drops.
Three drops.
When it splashed on the Seven Killers, his hands trembled, and he tightened his hands as if nothing had happened—
At this moment, there was a loud bang, and all the ghosts howled, and the thick black mist around them suddenly dissipated a little.
This movement, it seems that someone is breaking the "domain" outside.
The seven killers let go, so fast that Zheng Wan thought he could hardly wait:
"Your lover is here..."
"Ah—" With his sound, the dark mist was split by a dazzling white light, "It came quite quickly."
Seven kills turned his wrist.
Zheng Wan's eyes, which had been in the dark for a long time, were blinded by the glare.
But she was not willing to close it for a moment, so she faced the light, looked up at the man stepping on the sword in front of her, and murmured:
"Cui Wang..."
She was afraid that he would not come,
But I was afraid of him coming.