The three left quickly. They are not ordinary people at all. One is a sword cultivator who has entered the Tao. Although he is very weak now, he is much more powerful than ordinary people. The other two are common swordsmen. Jianghu is definitely a world-famous master. In a short while, the three of them rushed back from Kongwu Mountain to Oi City, which was twenty miles away.
Calculating the time, it was probably just after noon at this time, but the entire Oi City was still immersed in fog. The fog is not very thick but not thin, and only vague outlines can be seen from a little further away, hazy like a fairyland.
"Strange, where is the person?" Mo Lingyan looked left and right, but didn't find a figure on the street. He shouted a few times and got no response, only the echo of his own voice.
That's weird. Oi City is the most famous city at the junction of Xiliang and Beichen. Its beautiful scenery attracts countless travelers. It is also the junction between the immortal world and the mortal world. If the monks are not in a hurry, they will choose to stay here temporarily. But now this city is like an empty city, both the original inhabitants and the travelers are gone.
Xie Xuanyang reached out and probed, the feeling of the fog made him feel uncomfortable, it was obviously not thick, but it made him feel like his clothes were soaking wet, but when he looked closely at the hand that reached out to touch the fog, he found that it was dry. His right hand holding the sword tightened, and his face became a little heavy, "It's weird, you two stay together, I'll look around and come back." After speaking, he stepped out.
"Hey!" Before Mo Lingyan could react, Xie Xuanyang's figure had already disappeared in front of them.
"Why did he run out on his own?" Pop hurriedly asked, "What if something happened to him alone at this time? How can I protect myself if I don't know how to separate?"
Mo Lingyan is not worried about Xie Xuanyang's safety at all. He has seen Xie Xuanyang's ability more than once. On the way, the two of them encountered a lot of problems, which were solved by Xie Xuanyang lightly. The most terrifying one was the haunted house where they stayed. It was really haunted. The grievances of the woman who died tragically in the back house lingered on the house for a long time, causing a lot of trouble. The family invited several Taoist priests to do the same thing, but Xie Xuanyang took the pen and wrote Zhang Fu to dispel the resentment. Besides, Xie Xuanyang's swordsmanship can even split the spiritual mist, Mo Lingyan even believed that even if a Jindan cultivator came, he would not be able to please his friends.
The cultivators are not afraid of ghosts, so why worry about Xie Xuanyang's safety? Mo Lingyan was only worried that his friends would get lost in the fog and couldn't come back. He heard from the cousin of the third prince that Xie Xuanyang went all the way west after leaving home. It really is westbound, go straight west, never see the road, if there is a deep mountain old forest in front of him, he will not turn around and go straight in.
Just when Mo Lingyan was thinking about whether to find Xie Xuanyang or not, a woman appeared not far away from them.
"It's actually her!" Pop exclaimed.
"Who is she?" Mo Lingyan stuck out her head curiously and looked at the woman carefully.
The woman is very beautiful, you can tell just by looking at the back and the slightly sideways cheeks. Her black and beautiful long hair was pulled into a bun, with star-dotted hair accessories on it, and she didn't know what material it was. At the root of her bun is a hairpin with a pearl and jade tassel pendant. The hairpin is very delicate. At first glance, it looks like a flower ornament carved from exquisite spar, and if you look closely, there is a small golden pavilion hidden in the flower ornament.
"Fairy Xuesu of Hehuan Zong, the most beautiful woman in the world of immortality, she has countless ministers under her skirt. It's just that I heard that she had been planted on Master Guan Bai in recent years. She didn't know where she went to escape the Master's urging marriage. I didn't expect it to be hidden here." Pop pointed at the woman to Mo Lingyan, "Look at the hairpin on her head, that is the Huajian Pavilion, a magical instrument given to her by Master Guan Bai."
Mo Lingyan sighed in admiration. He didn't expect him to meet a famous beauty in the world of immortals so quickly. He was lucky. He thought that to see a beauty of this level, he would have to practice for at least a few hundred years before he had the chance.
The woman turned around and seemed to overhear the conversation between the two of them. Her appearance does not disgrace her title of number one beauty, her almond eyes and cherry lips are so good-looking, there are no mortal words enough to describe her. However, Mo Lingyan felt that his appearance was better than that of his friends when he grew up. Unfortunately, Xie Xuanyang was still a junior, otherwise the popular senior brother beside him would not be staring at the woman in a daze.
Fairy Xue Su saw his hooked lips and a smile that seemed like a hundred flowers were in full bloom. When walking towards them, she folded her waist and took a slight step, showing her wrists in a light gauze. Pop looked at her and took a breath for a moment. Fairy Xueguan didn't talk to them either, just approached them. She glanced at Mo Lingyan, Mo Lingyan seemed to feel that there was a hook scratching his heart, and then passed over in front of him, Mo Lingyan only felt a fragrance drifting by. He was familiar with the fragrance, but he couldn't remember where he smelled it.
Mo Lingyan thought that she was worthy of being the number one beauty. If it were his friend, he would definitely not be able to make such a look.
Fairy Xue Su skipped Mo Lingyan and came to Pop, but she didn't stop until she almost fit into Pop's body. Her beautiful hands rested lightly on Pop's shoulders, her red lips slightly parted. Mo Lingyan had to think that a fragrant scene was about to be staged in front of him. She smiled again, her red lips raised, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth gradually widened.
Then, it suddenly cracked.
It was torn open from the corner of the red mouth, straight to the base of the ear, and the muscles that were opened at the crack were white. She opened her mouth, the head above the upper jaw was almost folded at a right angle to the lower jaw, and the fishy air gushing out of the bloody mouth sprayed on the popular face.
"Ah!" Pop screamed, pushed her away suddenly, stepped back and fell to the ground. There was a large piece of flesh missing from the base of his neck, and blood kept pouring out, and in a short while his upper body was dyed red.
The piece of flesh was torn off by Fairy Xue Su, and blood dripped from her mouth.
Mo Lingyan was so frightened that her heart almost stopped beating. At this moment, a white light flashed, and the next moment, the head of the woman who was still chewing the meat was separated, her head fell on the ground, and Gululu rolled a few times and stopped at the feet of Mo Lingyan. Blood poured out from where the neck was broken, forming a small blood-colored fountain. Through the blood mist, Mo Lingyan saw that Xie Xuanyang's eyes somehow felt a dark red passing by. When he looked at it again, it was the same ink color in the past, so deep that he wanted to suck people in.
"Xuanyang!" Mo Lingyan felt relieved when she saw the person coming. Although Xie Xuanyang, like him, has not yet entered the Dao cultivation, he feels that Xie Xuanyang can make him feel more at ease than Pop.
Xie Xuanyang waved his hand as a response to him. He glanced at Pop, who was still sitting on the ground panting in shock. "Maybe stop the bleeding?" busy.
It was only after Feng Wenyan remembered that he was still injured, he quickly took out the medicinal medicinal pill from the meson bag and swallowed it, "What monster dares to pretend to be Fairy Xue Su!"
"She, Fairy Xuesu?" Xie Xuanyang looked down at the female corpse on the ground. He didn't think that this person was still a cultivator, and that a woman who could be called a fairy in the world of immortality was not ordinary.
"How could this monster be a fairy?" Pop said resentfully, "It must be trying to deceive more people with the beauty of a fairy."
"It's not a lie." Xie Xuanyang stepped forward, bent over and pulled out the hairpin from the woman's hairpin that had not yet been completely scattered. The gold looks much duller. "She is the fairy Xuesu in your mouth."
"What?!" Pop's eyes widened and he cried out in shock, "Impossible! How could Fairy Xue Su's cultivation as the head of a sect become a monster?!"
"How is it impossible?" Xie Xuanyang said, pointing to the female corpse, "Do you know what this is?"
"What is it?" Pop asked.
"It's called a corpse." Xie Xuanyang stroked a few lines in the air with his hairpin, but there was nothing in the air, but Pop and Mo Lingyan felt as if they had seen some strange symbols, "The so-called corpse is a living corpse. In life, the soul is separated from the body, but the body does not fall. It follows the instinct. What is the instinct?"
"What?" Pop asked again.
"People's instinct is to live, and to live requires food." Xie Xuanyang threw the hairpin in his hand, the hairpin stood up, and the tip of the hairpin fell straight down and inserted into the ground, "Mortal people will find ordinary food to swallow and be full, but If it's a monk... a monk doesn't need ordinary food, he needs aura, but the aura cannot be used by monks, so he chooses creatures with spiritual energy to eat. And she, the one who chose you, Senior Brother Pop."
Feng Wenyan's face turned pale, and he took a few steps back, "You said it was a living soul, Fairy Xuesu is still alive, so she, isn't she... raw cannibalism?"
"Yes." Xie Xuanyang nodded and replied, but stared at the hairpin stuck in the ground, "However, a monk's flesh and blood is not only full of spiritual energy, but also its essence and blood, when she eats raw meat, she will no longer be Human, the soul can no longer return to the body, and her body has become a monster."
The golden color on the hairpin gradually became dazzling, and the blood on the golden pavilion faded away without anyone wiping it. After a while, the hairpin turned into a small golden lamp, and strands of gold threads poured into it.
"Xuanyang, this is it?" Mo Lingyan looked at the hairpin so curiously, "What are you doing with it?"
"Collecting the soul, the soul of Fairy Xue Su."