In the dead of night, the cicadas screeched in waves, which seemed to be violent tinnitus. Zhao Ran couldn't sleep, so she got up and put on clothes. Outside, there was the sound of disciples' footsteps patrolling the night, and they hurriedly walked away. The shadow of the moon cut by the leaves shines on the window screen, mottled, like a set in a shadow play. Seven days have passed since Qi Yin disappeared. For these seven days, they have to search the forbidden area every day.
It was fine at the beginning, but in the next few days, many people gradually became resentful, saying that Qi Yin was just a traitor who mingled with demons. What? Everyone knew that he was just an illegitimate child.
Gradually, more rumors spread, saying that since the time when there was no way to talk about Taoism and listen to school, I saw that Qi Yin and his monster brother had an unusual relationship, going in and out, and sharing the same bed. Someone went to Jinxi Town and brought back the anecdote that Qi Yin was Fu Lan's favorite. Rumors spread, and they were taken as true. Today, in the forbidden area, many people are just walking and playing, and no one is really looking for it.
No one knew what happened to Qi Yin, and no one knew who the heart belonged to. Of course, no one cared except the little uncle.
Zhao Ran is not worried about Qi Yin, he is just doing his duty. He is most worried about the little uncle. Since the heart was found in the collapsed tomb of the gods seven days ago, the little uncle has been silent a lot. During these seven days, he slept in the forbidden area almost every night. If he wasn't searching, he would be in a daze with the eight-treasure white jade letter holding that heart. If this goes on, even the Iron Man can't stand it. Today, Zhao Ran tried to persuade him to let him go back to the stone room to rest.
The miserable moonlight streamed down the flagstone road, spreading like a thin layer of mercury on the ground. The head disciples of all sects have left, and Wufang Mountain has returned to its former purity. Zhao Ran carried a ram's horn lantern and walked towards Siguo Cliff. Along the way, the hydrangeas are in full bloom, hanging on the trees. While looking at it casually, I suddenly saw a sticky dark liquid on a flower. Zhao Ran stopped and touched it with his hand.
is blood.
Zhao Ran was startled, the corner lamp pressed down, and as expected, there were bloodstains on the ground, extending forward. Zhao Ran walked over quickly and saw a few disciples lying face down at the corner of the path. Flip one over and it's a face that's been peeled off. Zhao Ran was taken aback and quickly realized that these were the juniors and brothers who had been harmed by the false head of the demon. The demon's hobby is really too cruel, and it actually peels off the whole face. The red flesh and blood were exposed, muddy and shocking. Zhao Ran resisted the nausea and called softly, "Junior Brother, Junior Brother!"
The people on the ground didn't respond, Zhao Ran reached out to check his pulse, but there was no movement. Zhao Ran felt a chill in her heart, stood up, and called the disciples who were patrolling the night. Because the demon plague happened not long ago, everyone was like a big enemy, and they followed Zhao Ran. When I reached the corner of the trail, I saw nothing on the ground.
"Hey, what about people?" Zhao Ran said with a frown.
"Senior brother, did you see something wrong?" The junior brother holding the sword behind said, "You have been searching for the traitor with the little uncle for the past few days. You must be tired."
"Oh, it's really annoying. What does that traitor love to die for? What does it have to do with us? The head master has to let us go to find it one by one. I think that even if the uncle Yuanwei is alive, he will have to deal with this one. The traitor cut off the relationship." Someone next to him echoed.
"Don't say it, there are indeed five junior brothers here, and they have already been killed." Zhao Ran whispered, "Everyone, be careful, maybe the murderer is still here, it is very likely that he dragged them away."
Everyone looked at each other, not taking it seriously. Suddenly someone asked: "Senior brother, are the junior brothers you mentioned only wearing underwear?"
"How do you know?" Zhao Ran was taken aback.
The disciple pointed to the back and said, "They are right behind you."
Zhao Ran was startled and turned around in a hurry, only to see those people standing upright around the begonia tree, all with their heads lowered, their faces covered with haystacks of messy hair. That white appearance really looks like a wandering ghost.
"Is it sleepwalking?" Someone asked in a low voice.
"How could you all sleepwalk together?" Someone finally felt terrified.
"No, it's impossible, they've died!" Zhao Ran said.
The disciples swallowed a few saliva and slowly drew out their swords. There was a person who was careless and didn't take it seriously, and said, "I've scared you all, I'll take a look."
He directly stepped forward to shoot them. Zhao Ran was about to stop it, but it was too late. Those faceless juniors raised their heads abruptly, only to see that their eyes had turned into two dark blood holes in the shade of the Begonia tree. They suddenly opened their mouths wide, their jaws pulled down inconceivably to an extent that an ordinary person would never be able to open, and their mouths were pulled as thin as cicada wings. In an instant, the five people's five senses and seven orifices poured out a tide of colorful moths, stabbed, and assembled into a magical color mist, which immediately engulfed the heads of all the disciples.
After thinking about the cliff, Qi Lingshu sat on the futon with his eyes closed, sweat dripping from his forehead. The icy breath of the mountains enveloped him, and the coolness covered his back, and the whole figure was soaked in a large water tank. For a while, Qi Yuanwei's tragic and terrifying pale face and a huge deformed body were in his mind, and for a while, Qi Yin asked him with tears in his eyes: "Little Master, didn't you say we came to Yimeng?" All the bloody images One after another, it was finally fixed on the broken stone platform of the decrepit tomb of the gods, the warm blood-red heart.
Why... why is this happening
The spiritual power in the body reversed uncontrollably, and the nine internal organs seemed to burst open, causing tremendous pain. Qi Lingshu closed his eyes tightly, his eyebrows were full of fire, and the evil spirit was overflowing, if there was any substance. An ominous breath surged up from his chest, full of unsolved sorrow, pain and resentment, filling his limbs and bones, three souls and seven souls. He opened his eyes suddenly and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Little Martial Uncle, you're having a nightmare again."
An evil black air climbed up the mountain steps, covering the top of Qi Lingshu's head, looking like a black fox.
Qi Lingshu saw the fire under the cliff soaring into the sky, Wufang's disciples were running around, and the sword light appeared and disappeared under the roof.
"Are you the monster who pretended to be your uncle that day?" Qi Lingshu said hoarsely.
"It's me, my name is Xinyuehu." Xinyuehu smiled lowly, "Is it very painful, little uncle? Are you regretting it? You regret going to the southern border, and persuade Fu Lan and Qi Yin to come over and let them After such a tragic death, one was smashed into ashes, and the other was dead. Do you really want to know who this heart belongs to?" Xinyuehu took out the bloody heart, "Let me tell you, this breath It's so familiar. Ah, it belongs to Qi Yin. It seems that the child couldn't bear the pain, so he plucked out his own heart."
The rotten heart is devastated, hanging in front of Qi Lingshu. Qi Lingshu's heart is like a knife, the heart is broken, how can people live!
"Who ordered you? Zhu Mingzang?" Qi Lingshu asked sharply.
"Tsk tsk tsk, how can that stupid pig demon be my master?" Xinyuehu shook his head and said, "He is just a chess piece for my master, but his role is far inferior to yours. Fu Lan died, Thanks to your hard work. You must be on your mission to the southern border. Qi Yin and Fu Lan must believe in you unconditionally. You are such good friends. Only you can bring them to nowhere. I will show you in front of you again. As soon as it is revealed, I will ask you to investigate Wu Jiu Xiaozhu. Sure enough, you have found your righteous and good uncle!”
Qi Lingshu's eyes were getting darker and darker, as if a dark shadow was enveloped in it, so deep that it was bottomless. The fire between his brows became more and more intense and brighter.
"Who is your master?" Qi Lingshu asked through gritted teeth.
A circle of black mist rose from his side, and an invisible aura rose around him, flying sand and rocks, and the wind was like a flying blade.
"Don't be angry," Xinyuehu looked at his face in admiration, "Looking nowhere, what I like most is your face. Don't be angry, don't be sad, keep your best look, I will make Peel off your face and enjoy it. Be good, don't resist, I'll tell you who my master is."
"Okay, take it." Qi Lingshu said coldly.
Xinyuehu is close to Qi Lingshu, and a thick black shadow covers Qi Lingshu's body. Just as Xinyuehu touched Qi Lingshu's face, Qi Lingshu suddenly shot out like lightning and grabbed it by the neck. The left hand touched its eyebrows, and the fingertips flickered slightly.
"You want a soul?" Xinyuehu sneered, "I have a soul protection spell on me!"
"No," Qi Lingshu's eyes were as dark as a long night, "I want your flesh and blood."
Two fingers pointed at Xinyuehu's eyebrows, Qi Lingshu was instantly connected with its meridians, surging demonic energy and red blood frantically poured out of Xinyuehu's body, and merged into Qi Lingshu's eight extraordinary meridians and internal organs. The two of them were shrouded in a thick black mist, and they couldn't tell who was who. The black air skyrocketed, the tide rose and fell like water, the sand and gravel were scattered around, and the leaves were flying, like a storm swept across this square-inch cliff.
Xinyuehu hissed and wailed: "You are crazy! You are Wufang's disciple, are you going to take the evil way of swallowing blood to cultivate!"
Qi Lingshu's forehead was red with blood, and he said, "What is the difference between human and demonic way, life and death killing? I entered this demonic way today, so what! Who is your master!"
"The source is on schedule," Xinyuehu screamed, "No, Wu Yuli! He was the one who forced Qi Yin to death, and he was the one who planted monster moths on you. Act!"
"Very good." Qi Lingshu didn't stop, his fingertips glowed brighter, the devilish energy mixed with blood rushed into his meridians, the heart and moon fox's soul trembled, and his body twisted and deformed in the surging black mist. At the same time, the inner demon seal between Qi Lingshu's eyebrows was as gorgeous as a burning red flame.
After a while, Xinyuehu was completely sucked dry, leaving only a thin piece of skin. Qi Lingshu slowly raised his eyes, revealing bloody eyes. He laughed in a low voice, his hoarse voice pressing in his throat, "It's ridiculous, ridiculous! If the so-called way of heaven is Yefeiye! You kill my relatives, kill my weak brother, and slaughter my friends. If there is a way in the world , why the good die, the evil live, the righteous die, and the evil survive! From now on, those who deceive me will be punished, and those who betray me will be killed, and I will never walk with you again. When you become immortal, I will Enter the devil, cultivate my inner devil sword, and become my supreme way!"
He stood up, and a bloody man climbed up the steps. Zhao Ran stretched out his hand to him with difficulty, "Little Master Uncle... Wu Fang... There are demon thieves..."
"From today onwards, I am with Wufang, and I will end my righteousness."
Qi Lingshu turned around with a flick of his sleeve, turned into a thick black sword energy and flew away, and disappeared in an instant.