Bai Qishan always thought that the relationship between him and Mo Lingyan was not much better.
At first, he was a useless person from the outer sect, and Mo Lingyan was the first disciple of the inner sect Sword Peak, so Mo Lingyan didn't need to take him seriously.
Later, he was taught swordsmanship by Xie Xuanyang, and after a lot of effort, he finally built up his cultivation base, and the two of them even looked down on each other. Meetings are quarrels, and fights are common.
He thought that if Xie Xuanyang hadn't acted as the middleman, they would have long since been in contact with each other.
But it was such a person who protected him everywhere after the two were killed. When they tried to escape the pursuit of the corpse from the Cen family, Mo Lingyan repeatedly broke down. When he fell into the trap, Mo Lingyan was able to get out of his body, but he jumped into the trap just to pull him, and now he even blocked the knife for him, killing him.
What are you kidding? Mo Lingyan died, for him? !
Bai Qishan felt that she couldn't understand Mo Lingyan since she met him, and she doesn't understand him now. He is just an outer disciple with no background, and his cultivation is not high. How can he deserve Mo Lingyan, one of the most important disciples of the inner sect, the eldest young master of the Mo family in Xiliang, to protect him with his life
He lay on the ground, his eyes empty. He embraced Mo Lingyan, who had been unable to press on him, pressed the wound on Mo Lingyan's neck with one hand, and pressed the knife on Mo Lingyan's back with the other. Mo Lingyan's blood stained his hands, and he did not dare to pull out the dagger stuck on Mo Lingyan's back. He was afraid that once he pulled it out, Mo Lingyan's blood would lose faster.
"Liu Yun... Liu Yun?" His lips trembled, and it took a long time to find his voice, "Don't try to scare me, bastard... bastard... bastard!"
Bai Qishan felt fear for the first time. He was not afraid when he was bullied at the outer door, and he was not afraid when he almost died of a beast swarm, but Mo Lingyan's silent pressure on him made him panic.
He was so frightened that his body was weak, his eyes were astringent, "Bastard, bastard, Liuyun, you big bastard!" He opened his mouth and breathed silently, he could feel Mo Lingyan's body getting colder and colder, "Xuan Yang...Xuan Positive!"
However, at this time, Xie Xuanyang could not hear Bai Qishan's cry. He had already blushed. The Musu sword that Mo Lingyan had given him had now become a god blocking the killing god, and the Buddha blocking the killing Buddha. murder weapon.
His sword slashed at the Cen family, and everywhere he passed were people who were defeated and unable to move. If their injuries were not corpses, they would have died a long time ago. For a while, the sound of highlanders piercing the body with the sharp sword, accompanied by the screams of the Cen family, filled the entire altar stone room.
It's true that the Cen family are all corpses, but Xie Xuanyang's sword is so powerful that they all feel the pain, like a sharp weapon tearing their souls.
Xie Xuanyang's sword is not only sharp, but also surprisingly fast and fierce. There was sword energy attached to his blade, and Mo Lingyan's death left him no more room. Every move of the sword with the sword energy seems to have the potential to destroy the sky and destroy the earth, and it is unstoppable. However, it took a few swords to break open the entire stone room, revealing the already lit morning sky.
With a few murderous swords, the flesh of the Cen family under the sword turned into ashes directly under the sword energy. The Cen family is a corpse. Even if the body is destroyed, as long as there is yin qi, the corpse can be reunited, but Xie Xuanyang's sword qi is so terrible that the Cen family who will not die dare not go forward.
Is this man a monster? The rest of the Cen family were forced to retreat and retreated to the platform in the center of the altar. They don't know that there are still monks in this world, and they don't know that if a swordsman like Xie Xuanyang wants to kill, no one can stop him.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Cen Junhao, the leader, rushed to the altar and took the wooden box into his arms, "Go!"
At present, there is not much left of the Cen family. If they continue to confront this killing god named Xie Xuanyang, they will obviously be completely destroyed. Their sacrifices have not yet been completed. At this time, their bodies are destroyed, and no one can protect the spirits they sacrificed. The sacrificed spirits will eventually be hurt by this person.
Sacrifice is the foundation of the Cen family's existence, and there must be no damage! Cen Junhao thought to himself that he could only give up the altar at this time.
"Patriarch, what should I do with this woman?" A Cen family member grabbed An Ran's slender neck and lifted her up. At this time, An Ran had long since lost her bright outfit. She only wears a red underwear, her lower abdomen is slightly bulging, and her black hair is scattered in a mess, like a wronged female ghost.
Cen Junhao glanced at her abdomen in disgust, as if he was looking at something dirty, "Trash." His five fingers became claws, and the sharp phalanx broke out and pierced into her lower abdomen.
"No, no! My child!" An Ran screamed, the pain in her abdomen driving her crazy. She struggled desperately, but she still couldn't escape the fate of being dug out of the fetus.
The bright red meat ball was beating in Cen Junhao's hands, and if you looked closely, you could see the head and tiny limbs of the fetus. As soon as Cen Junhao pressed his hand hard, the fetus was pinched and lost its original shape with a "pop".
"Throw it away." Cen Junhao stuffed the dead fetus into the wooden box, and never gave An Ran another look who had a big hole in his abdomen.
"Cen Junhao...you monster!" An Ran fell to the ground and cursed, her tears mixed with blood making her face even more messed up, "You must die!"
However, the object of her curse had already disregarded the Cen family who were entangled with Xie Xuanyang, and disappeared from the altar with the people around her.
When Xie Xuanyang destroyed the body of the last Cen family member on the altar under the sword with red eyes, the entire altar had been destroyed to such an extent that even the central altar had become gravel. His chest heaved violently, and the anger in his heart did not disappear at all.
Cen's house!
He resented in his heart and vowed to make them pay the price. If he dared to hurt the person he was protecting, even if he escaped from Samsara, he would be better off avoiding revenge.
"Xuan... Yang." Bai Qishan is already very weak. He also had wounds on his body. The wound on his neck had stopped bleeding due to the physique of the monk, but he still lost too much blood, and now he was cold.
"Quiet." Xie Xuanyang hurried to him, took out the medicinal pill from the storage bag and let him swallow it.
"Liuyun... Liuyun him!" Bai Qishan grabbed Xie Xuanyang's hand and used him as a life-saving straw. His face was pale, and his eyes were full of red threads, "He... Xuan Yang, you can save him!"
Xie Xuanyang looked at Bai Qishan's eyes, the red in his eyes had faded and changed back to the deep black ink in the past, and the bottomless eyes made Bai Qishan feel calmer somehow.
He hesitated for a while, then nodded slowly, "Yes. Don't panic, I'll save him."
Bai Qishan heard the words and let go of his hand, "Forget it, Xuan Yang. Don't lie to me."
Bai Qishan has been holding Mo Lingyan all the time. He knows his situation all the time. He just went to the doctor in a panic. He clearly knew that Mo Lingyan had completely died, and even his body was cold.
Xie Xuanyang grabbed Bai Qishan's downed hand with his backhand, and pursed his lips, "He is saved."
As he said that, he turned his head slightly, "It's just that I need your help, Qing Xiao."
Where his gaze was directed was Qing Xiao, who did not know when to come. Daojun Qingxiao, who was dressed in white and black robes, looked immortal, and in this ruined altar, he was incompatible with them who still had a lot of blood and dirt on their bodies.
"He's dead." Qing Xiao said. His voice was calm and his face was as usual, as if it was not his direct disciple who died, but an irrelevant passerby.
"Dead." Xie Xuanyang put two fingers on Mo Lingyan's right wrist, and there was no pulsation under his fingers, "But he is not dead."
"The soul leaves the body." Qing Xiao came to Xie Xuanyang's side and looked down at Mo Lingyan, who was lying in Bai Qishan's arms and was pulsed by Xie Xuanyang, "Isn't it dead?"
"I haven't entered the way of reincarnation yet." Xie Xuanyang suddenly raised his hand and shook Qing Xiao's with his spare hand, "I'll bring him back."
Mo Lingyan was already dead, and he could return to the sun by bringing him back before his living soul left the body before it officially became a dead soul. But this is equivalent to changing the information of his death from the life and death records of the underworld. The reincarnation of life and death is determined by heaven and follows the laws of heaven. To snatch someone who should have died from the way of reincarnation is actually a change of destiny.
What Qing Xiao cultivates is ruthless swordsmanship, the Taoist method that is closest to heaven in the immortal world. He wouldn't be clear about this kind of thing.
Will Qing Xiao agree to help him? Xie Xuanyang didn't know, he was gambling. Pulling back Mo Lingyan's soul before it entered the way of reincarnation and completely turned into a dead soul. This kind of thing could not be done by him alone, only he and Qing Xiao could cooperate.
"What do you want?" Qing Xiao turned his gaze to Xie Xuanyang's eyes.
"Great spiritual power cycle." Xie Xuanyang said, "You and I are connected by spiritual power."
Qing Xiao said expressionlessly, suddenly raised Xie Xuanyang's chin with one hand, bent down and pressed his lips to his. Xie Xuanyang was stunned by Qing Xiao's unexpected action.
Qing Xiao posted it for a while, and then raised his head when he saw Xie Xuanyang's movement, his sword eyebrows wrinkled slightly, "Don't you want to connect with each other?"
"Yes." Xie Xuanyang said blankly. He didn't know what the connection of spiritual power had to do with Qing Xiao's action.
"Open your mouth." Qing Xiao said, "I'll give it to you."