In front of the small half-pillar of incense, outside the sarcophagus.
"Beauty, who do you think will come out first later?"
Seven kills leaned against the sarcophagus, playing with a clover in boredom.
The corpse of Lord Lu Yan was still lying on the altar.
This clover grew out of the gap between the sarcophagus and the altar after the blood was sucked in by the sarcophagus without leaking.
A thick clump, like human hair.
There are still green dewdrops on the edges of the fluffy leaves.
Zheng Wan stared at the clover intently, feeling like she had seen it...or heard it somewhere.
The big monks of the Zhengmeng sat cross-legged on the sword net that Cui Wang woven when he left, closed their eyes and meditated.
Lu Yan was caught in a bad situation and was treated as a target to scare the monkeys. Others did not know how to provoke this hostile Daoist who seemed to be yin and yang at first glance when he failed in the field.
"Hey, beauty, why are you ignoring me?"
Zheng Wan was interrupted, subconsciously frowned and said:
"Half and half."
"It seems that Li Wei's boy is very unusual in your heart, he actually has half of it." Qi Sha said, "But according to my opinion, the chance of winning is less than half."
"Bah! Your grandma is a bear! My apprentice wife said that 50% is 50%!"
Daoist Tianhe couldn't help but retorted.
Qisha raised his head, stared at him for a while, then lowered his head and licked the grass:
"The reckless people these days are just like this grass, they can't finish cutting one stubble after another."
He gently flicked the dewdrops off the clover with his fingertips.
The dewdrop fell to the ground and broke into three petals, one like a mouth, one like a hand, and one like a human eyeball.
The three petals turned into clear water in less than a breath, and flowed into the gap between the sarcophagus and the altar.
No one noticed this scene except Zheng Wan.
——Blessed in her heart, she suddenly remembered what this was.
"In ancient times, there was a bald dove, who died of injustice, and his bones fell into the ground, giving birth to 'Jiu Mingcao'. 'Jiu Mingcao' has three leaves, which are ordinary and unremarkable, but the infiltrated pearls have the effect of eliminating evil..."
This was what Grandma Jin told her when she entered the Sutra Pavilion and searched for the blind plant.
At that time, Granny Jin wondered why there was only one page of "Jiu Mingcao" missing in a copy of "Xuan Cang Qi Zhu Lu" and everything else was complete.
The records about "Jiu Mingcao" have not been handed down, so no one recognizes the current monks.
Jiu Mingcao is useless, but Jiu Mingzhu is a weapon born for oneself in the place of severe injustice. It was born out of blood and aimed at revenge.
Without the resentment of thousands of dead souls, without the pouring of blood of extreme anger, without the eyes of extreme darkness, this thing cannot be born.
"No—" Zheng Wan raised her head suddenly, "I think the odds of winning can be raised to 80%."
"Basically?" Qi Sha smiled strangely, "Beauty, are you dreaming?"
Zheng Wan looked at him without showing any weakness.
At this moment, she suddenly understood the true intentions of this uncertain man.
No one wants to be a puppet for life.
Especially those who are rebellious.
"Tao-jun is boring sitting alone," Zheng Wan got up, "If you don't want Wan Wan to accompany you."
After speaking, he stood up, lightly tapped the sword net with his feet, twisted his waist, and he was already at the side of the sarcophagus.
"Hey girl doll—"
Daoist Tianhe glared at her angrily, "My apprentice just entered this sarcophagus for you, you, you, you..."
His fingers trembled with anger.
The big monks opened their eyes one after another.
It's not that they haven't seen a temporary traitor before, and they are not used to seeing it at this time. They took a look at Zheng Wan, didn't even bother to criticize, and closed their eyes again.
"Haha," Qisha clapped his palms and laughed, "Beauty is so knowledgeable and interesting, I appreciate your temperament. It's not like people like Zhengmeng who put on Zhang Dayi's awe-inspiring mask and pretend to be hypocritical."
Zheng Wan sat down beside Qi Sha gracefully, her crimson skirt was spread out, just covering the turquoise grass.
"Dao Jun is too famous."
Zheng Wan adjusted the hem of her skirt.
Under the skirt, a clump of dome grass trembled in the wind, green pearls fell from the leaves, and were quietly collected by a hand as white as jade.
"The beauty hasn't answered my previous question, why is the chance of winning 80%?"
Zheng Wan propped her chin, pretending to be innocent:
"Cui Wang said he has the ability to deal with it, so I believed him. And I guess..."
"Guess what?"
Zheng Wan turned her head and looked at Qisha:
"I guess... If Ziwei Xingjun is really as clever as the legend, in order to save effort, I'm afraid he will be taken to threaten him."
Smart people always like to take some labor-saving shortcuts.
"... Daojun, you have to save me when the time comes."
The beauty narrowed her watery eyes slightly, and smiled brightly and charmingly.
Qisha's eyes flickered:
"I'm just a puppet, but I can't make decisions for myself."
The conversation broke up unhappily, and the whole space fell into silence.
No one spoke.
The big monks were all sitting quietly, only Daoist Tianhe glanced at him from time to time, and then snorted coldly, like a child.
Zheng Wan leaned against the sarcophagus and looked into the air.
She didn't dare to close her eyes, as soon as she did, she saw Cui Wang lying in a pool of blood unconsciously.
But when he opened his eyes, the place felt empty without that person.
Even my heart is empty.
After removing the Gu, it seemed that the whole world fell into silence.
Yudie was still dancing in her hair, but the other end of the string had already been broken.
At this time, he was experiencing the greatest catastrophe in his life alone, but she could only wait.
She didn't know if he was well or if he was injured.
Imagination magnifies the horror extraordinarily.
After sitting for a while, Zheng Wan stood up and looked around the sarcophagus carefully.
I don't know what carved the body of the coffin. After all these years, it is still as new. A one-eyed toad was carved on the coffin lid, and that eye was staring at her faintly.
"Are you worried?" Qi Sha sneered, "Didn't you say you believed him?"
"Naturally, Cui Wang never speaks big words."
Zheng Wan said with a smile.
Rao knows that the guesswork will happen in all likelihood, but the waiting time is still extremely long, as if traveling through the dark night that has not seen the sun for a long time, and can only endure slowly.
"Beauty..."
Seven kills suddenly said, "Do you like Shuyuan more, or Shujin more?"
Zheng Wan was taken aback for a moment, what kind of problem is this.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw Qi Sha's expression suddenly turned sharp, and he turned his strength into a palm, and then pinched her neck, and the two of them were dragged into the sarcophagus one after the other.
"This, this...how can I do it?"
Tianhe sharpened his ears to listen just now, and naturally heard Zheng Wan's "coercion theory". He didn't believe it at first, but when he saw what happened, he couldn't help worrying about his apprentice.
"How about I wait... and go to the sarcophagus to have a look?"
"Yeah, waiting like this is not an option, if you can help Li Weidao Lord, it would be nice."
After a few people discussed it, they stepped on the sword net and went to the altar.
But knock left, knock right, the lid of the coffin is tightly closed, there is no gap at all.
No matter whether the fire was burned, water was poured, the lid of the coffin remained unchanged.
"It's another world." Master Chengxin put his palms together and sighed, "Wait, the time hasn't come yet."
—
Zheng Wan was stuck in the neck by Seven Kills, and mentioned a white place.
Fortunately, he is a cultivator. If he were a mortal, he would have died several times long ago.
She saw Cui Wang at a glance.
His white robe was stained with blood, compared to that, the snow robe worn by the man standing opposite him was truly spotless.
This is the second person who can wear the white robe with true grace.
The first one is Cui Wang, Cui Wang is wearing a white robe, it is as clear as a frosty moon, but this one is like a handful of clear, flowing and gentle water.
His clear eyes swept over, as if to wash away all the filth in your heart.
Ziwei Xingjun.
The real person is much better-looking than the brilliance that was hand-made just now, and he is much more handsome than the elegant and handsome gentleman in Grandma Jin's memory. No wonder the proud Shuimei Taoist... also fell.
"coming?"
Ziwei smiled softly, her eyes swept from top to bottom, "As expected of the person Shui Mei has her eyes on."
He didn't seem to have a deep-seated hatred for Grandma Jin who was refined by Zheng Wan, and treated her as normal.
He didn't even pay much attention to her overly delicate and charming appearance, and her delicate and pitiful appearance in the hands of Seven Kills.
"Xing, Lord Xing wants to kill me?"
Zheng Wan's neck was squeezed so loudly, she still did not forget to raise her head and give Cui Wang a comforting smile.
Cui Wang's face was as white as paper, only a pair of eyes were dark and scary.
"Oh, kill..."
Ziwei Xingjun shook his head, "It's not good to fight and kill."
"What do you want?"
Cui Wang clenched the sword in his hand.
"If you don't want to be strong, you have feelings..." Ziwei sighed regretfully, "It's easy to do wrong things. This gentleman said, I want to teach you a lesson."
"If you want her to be safe, destroy your dantian."
"No, Cui, Cui Wang, no—"
Zheng Wan shook her head, and in desperation grasped Qisha's hand and exerted all her strength, Qing Kong flashed her way, allowing her to find a chance to get away, but the foothold was not good, behind Ziwei Xingjun.
"No matter what you do, he will kill me."
Zheng Wan said, "I killed his beloved."
"Seven kills, how do you do things?"
"Oh, it's not my fault." Seven Kills shrugged, "It's Xingjun who said that fighting and killing is not good. My Seven Kills is good at killing people, but trapping people is so-so."
"It's just a small knowledge realm."
Qi kills pigs without fear of boiling water, so he said:
"Anyway, I've brought it up for Lord Xing. If Lord Xing wants to do something, he might as well come by himself."
There was a gust of wind.
Cui Wang took a step forward, shrinking the ground into an inch and landed directly beside Zheng Wan, reaching out to take her away, and next time came over like a wave of palms—
At the same time as he was blown away, the other palm of Yuanli turned into a vine, pulled Zheng Wan's waist and brought it back.
Ziwei Xingjun made a move.
Cui Wang only had time to grab the corner of Zheng Wan's sleeve—
"Tear it off", the cassock couldn't withstand the tearing of the cultivator in the Void Realm, and the whole piece was broken into shreds.
Zheng Wan felt like being pulled backwards like a kite. Seeing that she was about to touch Ziwei Xingjun, she was thrown by him and fixed.
She subconsciously looked at Cui Wang—
She hoped that he would continue to attack, and it would be best to involve Qi Kill.
It is easy to fish in muddy water.
Originally, he had no hope, but Cui Wang seemed to understand.
The moves became more and more fierce, and the frequency also increased, only when Ziwei threw her out, did she restrain herself.
If it was still in the Wonderful Law Realm, Cui Wang hadn't yet forced Ziwei Xingjun to take action, but now he is still in the Void Realm, and the acceleration of the frequency made Ziwei Xingjun temporarily distracted.
And the seven kills who were watching the show were also hit by Cui Wang's random attack. He wiped the corner of his mouth, cursed, and joined in.
Zheng Wan is like a kite, being thrown here and there. Obviously, Ziwei Xingjun still wants to keep her to delay time so that he can deal with Cui Wang, but it is inevitable to be restrained in the mad dog style of Seven Kills who has no scruples and does not distinguish between friend and foe.
Cui Wang also made a move, and the three of them froze for a moment, Zheng Wan was dizzy from being shaken—
After a stick of incense passed by, she finally got the chance.
Ziwei Xingjun threw her out to block Cui Wang's attack, and Qisha's indiscriminate attack came later, directly cutting off the Yuanli vine connecting Zheng Wan and Xingjun.
And another wave of air from Cui Wangfang was picked up just right. When Xingjun re-transformed into a teng man and pulled her back, it hit Zheng Wan's waist, pushing her back with a bang, and crashed into Ziwei Xingjun in the arms.
Xuan Bingyan burst out from Zheng Wan's body.
Xuan Bingyan came into contact with the Yuanli shield around Ziwei Xingjun's body, instantly burning a hole in it.
Zheng Wan took the opportunity to throw in a handful of Jiu Mingzhu.
"Da da da-"
Half of Jiu Mingzhu fell to his cuff, and half fell to the ground.
Three broken pearls.
One mouth, one hand, one eye.
Zhu'er, who landed on the ground, turned into countless hands and hooked Ziwei Xingjun's ankles. Countless mouths grew out of his snow-white cuffs, and countless pairs of eyes, mouths, eyes, could not stop spreading, and soon covered his entire body. The white robe, his bare skin, his bare eyes.
The blood mist hovering outside the circle suddenly whimpered, as if summoned by something in the dark, and rushed in, instead of attacking Cui Wang, Zheng Wan, and Qisha, he focused on putting the sky cap on Ziwei Xingjun's head pour down.
Blood mist hissing:
"kill-"
"kill-"
"kill-"
"Pearl of Dove?!"
Ziwei Xingjun smiled slightly, with a gentle smile, but now his face is covered with mouth and eyes, which looks terrifying.
"My lord, I have calculated thousands of times, and I missed you... In this world, there are still people who know Jiu Mingzhu."
"Jiu Mingzhu was told by my mother-in-law that Xingjun's fate is just a karmic cycle and retribution."
"Shuimei? That's true."
Ziwei Xingjun tilted his head, "What about you? You are buried with me, is it also karma?"
Zheng Wan pursed her lips tightly.
Her waist was bound by vines, and the moment she threw Jiu Mingzhu, Ziwei Xingjun locked the two of them together with vines.
Her heels were also trapped by those hands, although she didn't understand... why these hands wanted to grab her.
It's just that the eyeballs and mouth didn't grow on her, fortunately.
"It's karma."
Ziwei suddenly laughed, "After all, if it wasn't for this lord's enlightenment, you would have been buried in the ground too. By my lord's order, naturally you have to bear the karma, very good, very good."
"I will take you away, Huangquan Road alone, it is inevitable that I will be a little lonely."
His chest swelled and he looked like he was about to explode.
Not to mention Zheng Wan, even Cui Wang couldn't resist the self-destruction of a cultivator in such a realm.
Cui Wang draws his sword and intends to cut off the hand that traps Zheng Wan, but unexpectedly, it hits an empty space.
He slashed fiercely over and over again, but no matter what, it was as if he was waving in the air.
Cui Wang tried to take Zheng Wan away again, but her feet seemed to be on the ground. Countless hands were pulling at her heels, making her unable to move.
"it's useless."
Zheng Wan shook her head, "This hand is called Jiu Luo's hand. It is transformed from the resentment of thousands of innocent souls when they are dying. People without cause and effect cannot touch it."
"I do not believe."
Cui Wang's eyes turned red, "There is nothing in this world that I can't cut with my sword."
"It's useless." Zheng Wan looked at him tenderly, "Cui Wang, look up and take a look at me."
Cui Wang turned a deaf ear and only swung his sword fiercely.
one time.
one time.
Again.
The white light of Hong Yu Liu lightsaber almost covered the entire field of vision.
"Cui Wang, don't cut it off. You look up and look at me."
Zheng Wan's voice became softer.
Cui Wang raised his head.
Only then did Zheng Wan realize that his dark eyes, which were always as cold as frost and as sharp as knives, were actually stained with water. Tears criss-crossed across the face.
she's kind of happy,
A little sad again.
"Wan Wan, I can't cut it."
He was almost at a loss, "Well, if you wait, it will hurt a little. I'll cut off your leg, and then go to Danxinmen to ask for medicine. Just wait..."
"-it's useless."
"It's not my leg that Jiuluo is holding onto, but my soul, my blood essence."
On the verge of death, Zheng Wan stopped crying.
"The old man in your head should have told you, right?"
Cultivation is omnipotent, but it is not omnipotent.
Zheng Wan smiled brightly, she hoped that what Cui Wang would remember would always be her most beautiful appearance.
"Cui Wang, after you go back, you are going to lie to me, Aye, Auntie, that I have gone on a trip. Even if they guess it, you have to hide it from them for the rest of your life. They will still rely on you to die... Also, I am dead. Don't be too sad, forget it, let's be sad... I hope you will never meet a bad woman like me again... No, I don't want anyone else... "
"Also," Zheng Wan paused, "I didn't lie to you. I blamed you for undoing the Gu before, but now I think...it's very good."
Never be dragged down.
Ziwei Xingjun's chest bulged into a ball.
"... I, Wan Niang of Zheng's family, would like to make a promise with Wanglang of Cui's family, and love each other until I grow old..."
Zheng Wan sighed with regret, "After all, there is still a wish that has not been fulfilled."
Cui Wang hugged her, head to head, choked up unbearably:
"I, Cui Shiwanglang, would like to make a promise with Zheng's Wanniang, and love them forever."
Only at this time, did they really understand each other and truly possess each other.