When the last auction item came out, the smile on Yan Qing's face completely disappeared. His fingers, which were casually resting on the armrest of the seat, froze, and when he raised his eyes, dark clouds surged in the depths of his eyes.
After the auctioneer finished quoting the price, he just stood there without saying a word.
The scene was in an uproar, with everyone chatting happily and guessing what the ashes were.
No matter how irregular the auction in Nanshi was, there must be some secret hidden behind it that this item was put on display as the finale. But the sky-high price of 30,000 spirit stones was not something that ordinary people could easily afford.
Bu Zhi noticed that something was wrong with his master and stared at him, "No way? Are you really interested in this?"
It used its wings to pull Yan Qing's hair and tugged at him, deciding to wake him up with a cruel reality: "Don't think about it! We don't even have 300 spirit stones on us right now, you can't afford it!"
Yan Qing said calmly: "I'm not interested in this, I'm interested in the person who took it out."
The fire in Shifang City was set by Huai Mingzi, whose soul was scattered, and it was comparable to the fire from the sky. Yan Qing was in the mood to perish together with the devil, and to destroy his soul, body and ashes, and the Weaver Girl's silk disappeared in the moment of his death.
Yan Qing was not sure what the ashes on the auction table were, but they must have come from Shifang City, because the smell on the ashes was familiar to Yan Qing - maybe it was the wall of Shifang City
The soul fire left behind when the Divine Transformation Stage cultivator died remains in this pile of ashes. It is indeed very valuable. If you take it back and make some tea with it, it will probably be more useful than hundreds of heavenly grade spiritual herbs.
"Are you really going to take a picture of it?!" Seeing his serious expression, Bu Dezhi's pupils were shaking and he couldn't believe it.
Yan Qing smiled lazily, shook his head, and said slowly: "No, I just want to see who is selling it. And who is buying it."
Anyone who can recognize it and spend 30,000 spirit stones to buy it is definitely not an ordinary person.
This person appeared at the last second.
"Thirty thousand spirit stones."
The noisy auction scene was like being doused with cold water, and suddenly became completely silent. What? Was there really such a wronged person
The person who said this had a low, hoarse and obscure voice, as if he had been in an ancient tomb for a long time without seeing the sun. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a tall, thin and cold man in a black robe with a golden mask, holding a long whip as a weapon. Next to him stood a girl in a white dress, lively and bright, looking around with high interest, her bright eyes full of curiosity.
The old man standing on the auction table raised his head and looked at him, saying calmly: "Okay, thirty thousand spirit stones each time."
"Thirty thousand spirit stones twice."
"Thirty thousand spirit stones..."
Just before the final step was finalized, a teasing voice was heard.
"I'll offer 50,000 spirit stones."
Everyone was shocked and felt it was unbelievable. Another innocent person
He was full of doubts. Even if he was a core disciple of the nine major sects, he might not be able to easily come up with 50,000 spirit stones. Who was this person? But when everyone saw the person coming, all their doubts were stuck in their throats. Their heads were rumbling, their faces were pale, and they couldn't say anything.
The only thing lighting up the South City was a few dim red lights. The man walked out of the darkness with a long sword in his hand. He was a tall and straight young man. He was frail and thin-skinned, with thin lips. When he smiled, his lips were half-curled. His whole temperament was both good and evil. His bones were naturally a bit mean, and it was difficult to get along with him. But what really made people dare not despise him was the clothes he wore.
The dark black brocade robe had dark red lines on the edge that outlined a lotus flower that looked like it was reborn from drinking blood.
—Immortal Alliance!
Is this someone from the Immortal Alliance? !
The flickering lights fell on everyone's faces, which were either shocked, fearful, or terrified.
The old man who had remained calm at the auction table was stunned.
The word "Xianmeng" means a lot of things in the upper heaven. Ordinary people don't know why, and they are mostly in awe and admiration. But those who can find the black market, even if they are not disciples of the nine major sects, have been rolling around in Nanzezhou for many years and know how terrifying the young man who doesn't know whether to laugh or not is. He is an unrestrained sword.
The Immortal Alliance disciple ignored everyone, staring at the direction like a hook, and continued to joke: "Boss, I offer 50,000 spirit stones, not for personal gain, I just want to see who takes out this thing."
Jing Ruchen blinked, not understanding what was going on. He reached out and tugged at Feiyu's sleeve, and said cautiously, "Feiyu Feiyu, who is he?"
Fei Yu pursed his lips tightly, was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice: "Miss, don't say it." Jing Ruchen nodded obediently, curved his eyes, and mouthed: "Okay, I won't say it."
When the Immortal Alliance members appeared, everyone present was speechless.
The most mysterious and cold-blooded existence in the upper heaven, no one would want to touch him.
The old man stood on the auction table, his back wet with sweat, and said tremblingly: "This... immortal, immortal, the original owner of the treasure gave it to me and left. He said that after selling it, the spirit stones would be kept here first, and he would come back in a few months to get them."
The young man from the Immortal Alliance laughed sarcastically and exposed him: "Are you kidding? Anyone who can bring things here to sell must be desperate or in urgent need of spirit stones. I guess he is backstage now."
The old man's face was pale.
The young man from the Immortal Alliance turned his eyes cold. Swoosh, the sword in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath, splitting a deep and long crack at the old man's feet. With two clicks, the floor shattered, revealing a staircase under the auction table, leading to a dark place.
If anyone else dared to act recklessly here, the old man would have shouted angrily and shouted at people to drive them away. But this was a member of the Immortal Alliance, so he could only stand aside in a cold sweat, at a loss. Even when the young man slowly approached, the old man fell to his knees and cried for mercy: "Immortal, please spare me, Immortal, please spare me, I am just an auctioneer, I don't know anything. Immortal, please spare me!"
The young man from the Immortal Alliance ignored him and strode forward. When his eyes fell on a mass of black ash on the exhibition stand, his eyes narrowed, and instantly a small golden square box appeared from his sleeve, hanging in the air with a bright light, which absorbed the pile of ashes and sealed it inside.
The golden square box was put back into the young man's sleeve. The black market was swept by a strong wind, covering the sky and the earth, with a cold and murderous intention that made people weak in the knees.
The young man from the Immortal Alliance walked underground towards the auction platform without turning back.
The remaining group of people came back to their senses in fear.
Yan Qing looked at his back, thinking. In a place like the Nanzezhou black market where all kinds of people come and go, they can come and go freely and do whatever they want. The status of the Immortal Alliance is indeed supreme.
Frustrated, he laughed strangely, very proudly: "Great, your ashes have been taken away by someone!"
Yan Qing said indifferently: "If someone took it away, then go get it back."
The frustrated smile froze on his face: "..."
Frustrated: “Where are you going!”
Yan Qing smiled slightly and stood up from his seat. The auction was interrupted by the Immortal Alliance, and everyone present left their seats one after another, escaping from here.
He was extremely afraid of the Immortal Alliance, but he also had great trust in them - to be able to get the Immortal Alliance to take action, there must be a very terrifying existence behind this auction. Saving his life was the most important thing, so he should not stay here for long.
Only Yan Qing was frustrated, wearing green clothes and black hair, going against the crowd.
Mingze was horrified and grabbed his hand in the chaos, sweat on his forehead: "Where are you going, Brother Yan? It's dangerous out there, let's go back to the sect first!"
The danger Yan Qing was least afraid of was the danger of coming to Shifang City. He blinked and smiled, "It's okay, Brother Ming, you go first. I'm very interested in the ash and want to go take a look."
Mingze was extremely anxious: "No, Brother Yan. The Immortal Alliance has taken action, which means the situation is urgent. Who knows what kind of demons are down there with high cultivation. If you go there like this, you will die."
Yan Qing was full of confidence and said as a matter of course: "There are people from the Immortal Alliance here! I believe he will protect an innocent disciple like me."
Mingze: “…”
Where on earth did you get the belief to think so
Mingze was in excruciating pain.
The Immortal Alliance would protect an innocent disciple like him? What a joke. The Immortal Alliance was an existence that was independent of the good and evil of the secular world. Its mission was to eliminate demons, and its primary mission was to kill people, and only kill people. Although the original intention of the nine major sects to establish the Immortal Alliance was to protect the world's peace, as a disciple of the Immortal Alliance, there was no mission to save people.
—The existence of nightmares is mysterious and unpredictable, and people are entangled in all kinds of love and hate. In times of crisis, how can we judge whether someone is a "human" and whether they should be "saved"
Therefore, the people of the Immortal Alliance will not kill indiscriminately, but they will never have the slightest sympathy for the common people.
However, in Mingze's heart, the Immortal Alliance is still righteous. After all, absolute order requires cruel means to maintain.
But he was worried that Yan Qing might hinder the mission and die at the hands of the Immortal Alliance.
Mingze grabbed his hand tightly, his face pale and nervous as he advised: "No, Brother Yan, don't act rashly. If you really want that ash, we can go back to the sect first, and you can ask Brother Xie to come forward..."
After saying this, Mingze was speechless, then he reacted—yes, Yan Qing actually knew Senior Brother Xie
Seeing his expression, Yan Qing was quite surprised: "Brother Mingze, what's wrong with you? Last time at Yuqing Peak, didn't you praise the Immortal Alliance so much?"
Mingze: “…”
Praising is one thing, and being afraid is another.
How could he have the nerve to say that this was the first time he met someone from the Immortal Alliance!
Xie Shiyi's appearance and temperament are both extremely otherworldly and cold, like a gentle breeze and a bright moon, so much so that the disciples of Wangqing Sect have a warm filter for him, as if he is their chief senior brother first, and the leader of the Immortal Alliance later.
This kind of mild filter would never be used on the Immortal Alliance.
Seeing him so cowardly, Yan Qing smiled and reached out to comfort him: "Don't worry, I know my limits."
Mingze thought, you have no sense of propriety. Facing Yan Qing's smile, he couldn't tell what was wrong. Yan Qing knew Senior Brother Xie, maybe the Immortal Alliance would really protect him.
"You, do you really have to go?"
Mingze felt very complicated, even a little unreal. In fact, no matter what identity Senior Brother Xie had, it was out of reach for him. Only Yan Qing, who chatted with him without airs, really lived in Yuqing Peak. It was like a dream. He hadn't said a word to Senior Brother Xie yet, but he seemed to have seen the light of the edge of the bright moon.
How could Yan Qing have the time to care about his young thoughts? He was just frustrated and making a lot of noise, and refused to go in with him.
Yan Qing directly threw it to Mingze: "If you are really worried, you can wait outside first. Oh, and help me keep an eye on my bat."
Mingze inexplicably caught a black thing with fangs and claws bared. He lowered his head to take a look and was so frightened that he almost dropped his grip. As expected of Brother Yan... His spirit pets are all so different.
"Let me go! Let me go!" Buzhi was naturally very afraid of death, but when Yan Qing really left him behind, he felt extremely humiliated. He gritted his teeth and forced Mingze to let go, then he opened his bone wings, shook his ears, and ran back to Yan Qing.
"Wait! I'll go in with you!"
Mingze stood there, at a loss as to what to do.
On the other side, Feiyu Jingruchen did not leave.
Jing Ruchen looked left and right, leaned over, and asked Feiyu in a soft and gentle voice: "Now that that person has left, can I say goodbye?"
Feiyu asked, "What does Miss want to say?"
Jing Ruchen's eyes curved, pure and clean like a lake: "Fei Yu, what was that ball of ash just now? Why did you want it?"
Fei Yu was silent for a while, then said in a hoarse voice: "Miss, drinking that thing is good for your body."
Jing Ruchen frowned, looking disgusted: "Ah, but I don't want to drink it, it looks so unpalatable."
"But your body needs it." Feiyu paused for a moment, slowly tightened his hand holding the whip, and said, "Miss, please wait here for a while, don't mess around."
The whip in his hand turned into black mist, and the strands of it were like shackles that formed a cage, trapping Jing Ruchen.
Jing Ruchen looked up at all this with surprise and curiosity, but he was not afraid. He just stared with wide eyes and said, "Fei Yu, where are you going?"
Feiyu said in a deep voice: "Go and get back what you need."
Jing Ruchen looked confused and bewildered, but she was used to staying alone in the medicine garden in Fuhuamen for many years, so she was quiet and did not try to keep her.
Now in such a huge auction hall, only Mingze Jing Ruchen is left.
Mingze was a young boy who had just started out. He was scratching his head and hesitating whether to follow in.
"No. Brother Yan, it's too reckless to do this. I'd better send a message to the sect." He hesitated for a long time, gritted his teeth, took out a sound transmission talisman from his sleeve, and injected spiritual energy into it with pain, but before the sound transmission talisman took effect.
A puff of green smoke suddenly floated in, accompanied by the crisp sound of bells.
Mingze's pupils shrank, and he looked up suddenly, and saw that the green fog had covered the empty auction hall. When the fog cleared, a hunched old man stood there. The old man's hands were just skin and bones, and his skin was covered with brown spots. He was shaking a bell, ding ding ding, as if to summon spirits or hypnotize people, and he said seductively.
"Come here, child."
There was a cave on the bottom floor of the auction, like a small prison. The noise from above did not reach the bottom. The prison should be full of things that will be auctioned tomorrow, and some raptors and pets were imprisoned. Yan Qing hurriedly glanced at the door and walked out. If he really wanted to track someone, it would be easy. He followed the Immortal Alliance disciple all the way to the door, and finally stopped in a secret room of the auction.
The lights in the wing room were dim. The young man in black clothes and red lotus was leaning against the door, holding a sword. He raised his hand with disdain and stared coldly at Yan Qing.
Dezhi's pupils shrank: "Damn! He's waiting for you!"
Yan Qing said: "I'm not blind."
The young man from the Immortal Alliance stood up and sneered, "I'm curious about who took out the ash, but I want to know who would be interested in it." Yan Qing hugged the bat and nodded in agreement, "Not bad, we want to go together. What's this called, great minds think alike?"
The young man from the Immortal Alliance was not amused by his words. The smile on his face stopped, and his expression became cold, looking at Yan Qing as if he was going to die. In an instant, the sword in his hand was unsheathed, carrying the cultivation of the Mahayana period, and stabbed straight into Yan Qing's throat.
Yan Qing thought to himself, this damn Immortal Alliance really kills people without blinking a single word.
"Wait, you can't kill me."
The Immortal Alliance disciple immediately revealed an extremely mean smile: "Can't kill? Funny. Shang Chongtian, the person I can't kill, has not yet-"
Yan Qing raised his hand, and the blue sleeves fell down, revealing his thin white wrist. A blood jade bead was threaded through the red thread on his wrist, close to his wrist bone. The bead was shining, and the coldness and blood color blended together. Yan Qing held his sword with his fingers and asked with a smile: "Nothing else?"
Immortal Alliance disciple: “…”
Almost the moment he saw the blood jade bead, his pupils shrank and he swallowed all the anger that rushed to his mouth back, causing his face to turn pale and blue, as if he had seen a ghost.
Yan Qing suppressed his laughter and taught meaningfully: "Young man, don't be so desperate. You can't kill someone in the upper heaven, so it's okay now?"
Immortal Alliance disciple: “…” He put away his sword, swallowed all the humiliation, and restrained all the arrogance. He took a step back and knelt on one knee, saying: “Disciple Yu Xin, I pay my respects to Your Majesty.”
Frustrated, he tried to find out. Yan Qing thought, it was indeed like seeing the leader of the alliance.
It turns out that he took out this bead not just to show off by using Xie Shiyi's name.
Yan Qing said seriously, "Show me the ashes that were just auctioned."
Yu Xin: “…Yes.”
Yu Xin really felt that his own opinion was a ghost. He had been doing his own thing for hundreds of years, and he was not so aggrieved. The key was that he could not resist. When he saw the bead, he could not think of anything else. He just felt a chill in his bones and was terrified.
He took out the box from his sleeve, and considering that Yan Qing was now in the early Nascent Soul stage and his cultivation was too low to open the box, he quietly opened the box, which was incredibly considerate.
Bu Zhi almost choked on his saliva - is this just 50,000 spirit stones for free
Yan Qing stretched out his hand, pinched a little powder, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it, his expression became more solemn.
Seeing that Yan Qing didn't say anything, Yu Xin held her breath and habitually reported everything to her leader when the leader was silent: "Your Majesty, I came here to track down a demon that escaped from Zijin Continent. The demon was seriously injured by my subordinates. Now his spiritual power is dissipating and his skills are unstable. He urgently needs a large amount of spiritual stones to heal his injuries. This ashes at the auction should be what he took out. If this ashes came to the Demon Realm, anyone who could recognize it would be very suspicious."
The following sentence explains why he sits back and waits for something to happen.
Yan Qing asked: "Do you know where the demon seed is?"
Yu Xin said silently, "There is a nightmare in the demon's body. I have been unable to locate him here, but he should be nearby. I am doing this to lure him out. He is seriously injured and dying, with nowhere to go. He cannot hold back when he sees me coming in. A desperate dog will jump over the wall, and in a desperate situation, he should have appeared outside."
Yan Qing said: "Okay."
After saying that, Yan Qing crushed the ashes between his fingers. As he expected, everything was reduced to ashes under the scorching fire Xuanyin formation, and the only thing left with ashes was the wall of Shifang City whose origin was unknown.
Yu Xin said that this demon species escaped from Zijinzhou, but Yan Qing was more inclined to believe that this person escaped from the Demon Realm. After escaping, he also stole some ashes.
In fact, this ashes are very useful for nourishing the soul, but the more urgent thing for the demon species now is to replenish spiritual power.
Yan Qing said: "Go out."
Yu Xin said: "Yes."
The green fog outside not only trapped Mingze and Jing Ruchen, but also trapped countless people at the end of the street who had not yet had time to leave. Everyone looked anxious and uneasy, unable to move in the fog, and shouting in panic.
"What is this?"
"Why do I feel a little dizzy?"
"Cover your nose! Quick!"
The sound of bells echoed throughout the black market, eerie and strange. Mingze was tied up beside Jing Ruchen, his face flushed, shocked and angry, and said fiercely: "Let me go! I am a disciple of Wangqing Sect Jing Shuangfeng! If you dare to kill me, my sect will not let you go!"
The old man next to him didn't say anything. He just walked around him while ringing a bell and drew a body-snatching formation with blood.
The old man was originally in the Mahayana stage, but after two serious injuries and a shattered dantian, his spiritual power was almost depleted and he was simply unable to continue escaping. Now it was more like a fight to the death, and he was making a desperate attempt.
"Forget Love Sect?" He laughed strangely, his tone full of greed: "No wonder your aptitude is so outstanding, it turns out you are a disciple of Forget Love Sect. Little kid, I took a liking to you as soon as you came."
Mingze felt a chill all over his body, as if he was being licked by a poisonous snake: "What are you going to do to me?"
The old man snorted and laughed, but he said with endless hatred: "I knew that the people of the Immortal Alliance were like lunatics and would not go away, but I didn't expect him to come so soon. If you want to blame someone, blame the lunatics of the Immortal Alliance. If I had the spirit stone to heal my wounds, I wouldn't have to go to so much trouble to take over your body."
Seize, seize the body?! Mingze's eyes widened suddenly. He had never encountered such a thing before. He kicked his legs and stepped back step by step, and his back hit the edge of the iron cage. He raised his head in pain and met a pair of dark eyes with sparkling water.
Jing Ruchen was not affected by the green mist at all. He half-knelt down, blinked, and whispered to Mingze: "How are you?"
Mingze was so anxious that she almost cried: "Can you contact your guard! Tell him to come back quickly! Help!"
Jing Ruchen was a little stunned: "Ah?"
Mingze reached out his hand and grabbed her skirt, anxiously saying, "Girl! Please save me, please think of a way!"
The old man probably knew that he was a disciple of a big sect, and used the soul-calling bell in advance to ask him to hand over all the talismans and magical instruments that could be used to ask for help from the sect. But when the bell rang, the girl in white was not affected at all.
Jing Ruchen had never encountered such a thing. Her slender fingers weakly pulled at the hem of her skirt and stammered, "How can I think of a solution?"
Mingze said: "You should be a disciple of the Nine Great Sects, right? Didn't the sect give you a talisman for help?"
Jing Ruchen: "...Huh? What is a distress talisman?"
Mingze was so anxious: "It's something I can use when I'm in danger."
Jing Ruchen scratched his hair in confusion and muttered, "I don't think I have any. Whenever I go down the mountain, Feiyu never leaves my side. Even if I leave, I won't build a cage like this."
Mingze began to despair about her identity. What sect raised this naive young lady? She knows nothing and knows nothing!
Jing Ruchen saw that he had a deathly pale face and nervously clutched her skirt. Suddenly, she thought of something and a light emerged in her mind: "Oh, yes, I thought of something that should be able to save you." She lowered her head and rummaged in her sleeves, and finally found a mirror.
The old man who had been watching coldly and listening to him with disdain suddenly turned around and became alert the moment the mirror appeared.
Jing Ruchen took out a double-sided mirror, the edge of which was forged from top-grade white jade, with vines extending and bending upwards to form the shape of mountains, and a jasper-clear gem inlaid on the top. What shocked the old man was not the gorgeousness of the mirror, but the aura of the Spiritual Transformation Stage hidden inside, which he had to be wary of.
There are probably no more than fifteen people in the entire upper heaven who have reached the Spirit Transformation Stage.
Who is this girl
"Give it here!" The old man walked over and stretched out his hand to grab the mirror.
Jing Ruchen was startled and dodged backwards.
The old man could reach his hand in, but he couldn't destroy the cage, let alone hurt her. He said in a sinister tone: "If you don't want to die, put it down!"
"I won't, you come here." Jing Ruchen actually didn't know how to use this mirror. Feiyu gave it to her, saying that if one day he could not protect her, she could use this mirror.
But she didn't understand how to use it at all.
The old man said, “Bring it here!”
He suddenly gathered his energy, and instantly a raging fire took shape, rushing towards Jing Ruchen.
Feiyu's cage was still there. As they were both in the Mahayana stage, the raging fire was blocked outside and could only burn along the edges.
The old man was so angry that he set up the formation on the spot because he was in a hurry, but he didn't expect that there would be a little girl next to him who would get in the way! The old man just felt that it was unlucky and planned to take Mingze to another place.
Unexpectedly, Jing Ruchen suddenly screamed, and the mirror in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.
Jing Ruchen was like a frightened bird. He squatted down, hugged his knees, and his body trembled.
The old man was stunned, and looked back, and found that even though the fire did not burn her, the masked girl in white clothes was curled up as if she was possessed by a demon, with tears dripping from her eyes.
"Fire, fire." A deep confusion emerged in her mind, and her fingers grabbed her hair spasmodically.
I didn't expect her to be so timid. The old man frowned, sneered in his heart, and put Mingze down again. The body possession formation is actually a formation that injures 100 enemies and loses 8,000. You can only possess the body of someone with a lower cultivation level than yourself. And even if the person whose body is possessed is very talented, if you force your way into his body, you will be seriously injured due to rejection, and the probability of failure is very high. No one in the cultivation world is willing to possess a body unless it is absolutely necessary.
"Boy, if you want to hate someone, just hate the Immortal Alliance." The old man saw that the blood in the formation had begun to boil, sneered, stretched out his five fingers, and directly grabbed Mingze's head. But his attempt to seize the body was quickly interrupted, and a sword came across and pierced his body. There was no waste, and he didn't give him any time to resist and pause, and went straight to his vital point.
With a "puff", blood splashed out of his chest. The old man's eyes almost popped out, and he turned around stiffly, and saw two people slowly walking out of the dark passage behind the auction stage in the green smoke.
He saw one of them bleeding from the throat.
"Immortal Alliance!"
Yu Xin retracted his sword and looked at him coldly. Killing demons was a common thing for him, and he was too lazy to even say a word to the dead.
"You have done all the evil things yourself, so just blame it on the Immortal Alliance."
Yan Qing lowered his head to look at the formation on the ground, and said with a smile: "It is indeed a body possession formation, the timing is just right."
Yu Xin subconsciously took a step back and let him go first.
Yan Qing looked at the old man with a smile on his lips.
The old man covered his bleeding chest, gasped heavily, spit out blood and laughed: "Sure enough, the Upper Heaven is full of hypocritical people! The Qin family of Zijinzhou went back on their words and broke the bridge. You, the Immortal Alliance, are not much better, just like mad dogs!"
Yu Xin turned pale and said, "Do you think that if you use this method to drag the Qin family out, I will give you more opportunities to struggle?"
A trace of hatred suddenly emerged in the old man's eyes.
Yu Xin said indifferently: "The Qin family let you escape, which means you can't know so many secrets. There is no need to deceive me."
The old man gnashed his teeth and finally closed his eyes. Suddenly, a ray of green light appeared in his eyes. The green light gradually spread from his pupils and soon covered his eyes. His face twitched fiercely, and a twisted smile appeared behind him. The smile was full of malice, and it made people feel terrified when they saw it.
"You're dreaming!" The old man's voice seemed to become shrill.
Just when Yu Xin and Yan Qing walked out together, he found that Yu Xin was a little wary of the young man in the early stage of the Nascent Soul next to him. The moment Yan woke up, the old man's robes seemed to be blown up without wind. His spiritual root is fire, and a fire refining instantly rolled towards Yan Qing. The man moved in an instant and stood next to Yan Qing, with his sharp nails pointing straight at Yan Qing's neck, and said sternly: "Hey! Stand still! If you dare to chase me, I will kill him!"
Yan Qing: “?”
Yu Xin: “…”
Yu Xin wanted to curse.
He had never experienced this feeling of being threatened in his entire life.
He always kills demons, never caring whether or not to hurt innocent people. Once Nightmare awakens, his desire to kill is uncontrollable, and saving an innocent person will only implicate more innocent people.
Now he just struck with his sword.
But the person being held hostage now is Yan Qing.
The old man was secretly delighted to see that Yu Xin was really no longer angry. His green eye beads flashed a sharp light, and he immediately took Yan Qing and walked into the forest while the smoke was thick.
"Brother Yan!" Mingze reacted and shouted suddenly.
Yu Xin didn't dare to act rashly, so he could only whistle to get a hummingbird. Hummingbirds are used by the Immortal Alliance to send messages. The blood jade beads were given by the leader, so he didn't dare to make a decision easily.
At this moment, there was a loud noise from the auction venue, and the ground collapsed, destroying everything imprisoned inside. When the smoke and dust cleared, Yu Xin looked up and saw the masked young man in black slowly walking out.
Fei Yu had a blank expression on his face, ignoring Yu Xin's gaze that was looking him up and down. When he saw Jing Ruchen curled up in the cage, he pursed his lower lip, stretched out his hand, and destroyed the cage, turning it back into a whip in his hand.
Jing Ruchen grabbed her hair with both hands, her bones were exposed under her skirt, and she looked almost crazy.
"Miss."
Feiyu walked in and called her in a deep voice.
Jing Ruchen didn't feel safe this time when she heard his voice, but instead felt a strong sense of despair. The heat wave burned the sky, and her internal organs seemed to have turned to ashes. She burst into tears and hugged her knees. But through the firelight and tears, she saw the green glass bead on the top of the mirror that had fallen to the ground, and she felt dazed again.
—"Ruyu, I am saved."
Who is saying that
Fires were falling from the sky, and everywhere you looked were sparks and ashes, but right before your door came the breeze and the bright moon, a new lease of life. Jing Ruchen did not stop, but just looked back at the threshold, as if he was relieved, or as if he had breathed a sigh of relief.
But before the smile of surviving a disaster could fully rise, it froze on her face. She looked back and saw the beams of the house were burned, and a huge piece of wood fell from the sky - with the force of splitting bamboo, rolling up fire from the sky, and in an instant, it was about to hit the person behind her. She was terrified, and before she could say anything, she reached out to pull the girl over.
However, the girl obviously did not realize the crisis, and was crying for joy at her previous words. She rushed over, bumped into her arms, her body trembling with excitement, and said with a cry and a laugh: "Yes, sister, I can be saved!" She was so excited that her fingers tightly grasped her arm, and her nails turned white from exertion.
Jing Ruchen staggered back a step.
Amid the sounds of destruction and collapse, she seemed to remember the girl in her arms raising her head and looking at her.
The girl's eyes were filled with tears and fire, reflecting the luxurious colored glaze in Xuanji Palace. She was as pure and beautiful as a flower in the rain. She said, "Sister, I am fine. I will be saved!"
Yan Qing was taken hostage by this man and ran into the dark streets of Nan City with the dying old man. The dark and damp streets meandered through the mountains and forests. The old man's sea of consciousness awakened, and the green in his eyes became even darker. The bloodthirsty murderous intent in his heart seemed to be roaring. But he had already reached the Mahayana stage, so he would not lose control like a mortal.
"Little kid, if you help me this time, I will give you a reward." The old man's voice was hoarse and he was breathing heavily. His fingers were tightly pinching Yan Qing's neck. His fingers were shaking violently, as if he was restraining himself from tearing Yan Qing into pieces.
Yan Qing pretended to be terrified and said, "What, what benefits?"
The old man said, "Do you want to be a genius?"
Yan Qing: “Ah?”
The old man coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood and said hoarsely: "The Qingyun Conference is coming soon. With your current cultivation level, you can't win any good ranking. But I have a way to make your cultivation level advance by leaps and bounds within a few days."
Yan Qing said in embarrassment: "Isn't this cheating?"
The old man laughed sarcastically, "How can this be considered cheating? If you don't use this method, there are plenty of people in the nine major sects who can use it. I took out more than just the ashes at the auction, but also a lot of elixirs, but they are all on the ground now. If you want them, I can make them for you again after I recover from my injuries."
Yan Qing: "Pills?"
The old man said, “Yes.”
He was struck by Yu Xin's sword, and his body was now at the end of its strength. He had to awaken the nightmare in his body to buy himself this time of dying struggle. The old man did not dare to use his magic power. He knew that he would not be awake for long, so he had to fool this child.
"The people in Shangchongtian are not as clean as you think. Kid, you will meet many opponents you have never seen before in this Qingyun Conference."
Yan Qing smiled after hearing this and whispered to him, "Are the people in the upper heaven not as clean as I thought?"
"Yes. But I can help you..." No hope emerged in the old man's heart.
Then I heard this person slowly taking over the rest of the conversation.
"But during my years in Shifang City, I never felt that the people in the Demon Realm were very clean, didn't they?"
The voice was casual and smiling, but it also contained a chilling chill.
The old man's pupils contracted, and he raised his head suddenly. Before he could react, a thin, sharp red line had already pierced through his forehead and penetrated into his sea of consciousness. Nanshi had been shrouded in green mist, and it was only now that he could see Yan Qing's face clearly with the help of the moonlight.