"Eldest brother, Master was indeed deprived of his true essence by Jingyan. You must come forward to capture that Jingyan and avenge Master!" Qing Kui's eyes were red. Being brought up by Cang Yu and taught by him, she has deep feelings and never thought that one day she would see her master being killed with her own eyes.
Feng Su's white clothes fluttered, his face was dusty, and his opened eyes seemed to be unable to blend into the colors of the world, and he remained silent.
"You should call him master anyway! Even if he wrongly blamed you and punished you to be imprisoned in the cliff of emptiness, it is enough for him to exhaust his efforts to bring you back to life! Why are you so cold-blooded and ruthless?" Qing Kui shook his head when he saw his reaction. Kai Qinglian kept holding onto his hand, and said angrily, "How can you be worthy to be Master's first disciple like this? How can you be worthy to be the head of Cangjia?"
"I never said I would be the head of Cangjia." Feng Su said suddenly, calmly.
Qing Kui was choked by this sentence, and even forced out the word "you" when he became red.
"Life and death have their own destiny, death may not be a good thing for him." After Feng Su said, he wanted to get up and leave.
Qing Kui's anger was completely ignited by his words, and he scolded recklessly: "Master really lost his eyesight to take you in as an apprentice, and also handed Cangjia Mountain to you. After destroying Cangjia Mountain, you still look like this! No wonder the snow lotus you opened back then was black, so it turned out to be such a hard-hearted person! No, he is heartless at all!"
Feng Su didn't raise his eyes to look at him from the beginning to the end, and listened to his scolding with lowered eyebrows, and said slowly and calmly: "I'm afraid it's not Jingyan that you need to worry about at this moment."
After all, Shi Shi ran away.
Qing Kui was taken aback, and saw Qing Nian hastily entered the Tingyun Hall, and said urgently: "The devil is holding a group of disciples at Dimai Peak, demanding to hand over the silver mirror, otherwise Cangjia Mountain will be bloodbathed!"
At this moment, both Cang Hai and Qing Lian were in the hall, and their faces changed greatly when they heard the words.
Those ordinary disciples with relatively shallow cultivation bases, whose souls were revived after leaving the body, naturally could not remember what happened. But they still remember clearly how Nanzhi easily eliminated Cangjia disciples one by one that night, how the vibrant Cangjia Mountain was stained with blood and covered with bones and became a mass grave, and how they were powerless. He stubbornly resisted but was defeated.
If that night happened again, no one would know whether Cangjia Mountain would have such luck and be reborn again.
Several people looked at each other and quickly left the hall, Qinglian ordered repeatedly: "Qing Nian, you go and inform Eldest Brother."
"Notify me!" Qing Kui said angrily, "Didn't you hear what he said just now? It was a long time ago that the Demon Lord would come, if he wanted to take care of it, he wouldn't have left just now!"
Qinglian was silent, Qingnian still retreated silently, and went to the palace where Fengsu was. Cang Hai was alone in charge, without saying a word.
Dimai Peak is chaotic, but quiet.
A group of disciples stared at the domineering Nan Zhi with their swords in horror, not daring to get close, and unwilling to back down. Some disciples were injured, but no one was killed. They didn't move, and Nan Zhi didn't take the initiative to attack, but everyone didn't know why, seeing the black clothes, they trembled in fear.
When Qing Kui arrived at Dimai Peak, he saw this scene.
Nanzhi is obviously a demon who takes life and death, but he is like a god overlooking all living beings, covering half of the skylight in Cangjia Mountain, watching them coldly, seeing them fall to the ground without haste, then staring at Qingkui, said in a deep voice Said: "Hand over the silver mirror."
Qing Kui wanted to rush forward, but was stopped by Cang Hai, and he said quietly: "The silver mirror has disappeared since the night of July 15th, and Cang Jia has also searched hard to no avail. The old man knows very well that the devil is eager to save people." , if there is a silver mirror, it will be handed over."
After a series of changes in the past few years, Cang Hai has become less and less impetuous, his temperament has changed a lot, and he has become more stable and calm, and he is no longer reckless, impulsive and irritable. Especially after Cang Yu had an accident, all the big and small affairs of Cangjia Mountain fell on his head.
"Hand over the silver mirror." Nanzhi obviously didn't believe it, and repeated.
"If you hand over Lingxi, I'll hand over the silver mirror!" Qing Kui gritted his teeth and shouted.
Nan Zhi's complexion darkened, and in an instant, sand and rocks flew away, and dark clouds fell down as if covering the sky and covering the sun. The disciples of Dimai Peak are almost all those who have not formally started, and their cultivation base is very shallow, so they can't help but take a few steps back.
Cang Hai frowned, and gave Qing Kui a dissatisfied look.
He naturally knew that a head-on confrontation with Nanzhi would not end well, and seeing that he was not abusive today, maybe he would tell the truth to him, and he would not embarrass Cangjia.
But this was the first time Qing Kui met Nan Zhi head-on after July 15th, and the bad breath in his heart couldn't be suppressed no matter what.
Lingxi treated him so well, if not for her, he would never have woken up so quickly. She even took the initiative to ask Cang Hai to take her soul and four souls to save Master in order to be with him at ease. Even if she couldn't see, hear, or even feel, she didn't want to follow him down the mountain, but stayed in the The man who wanted to take her life.
"Ha, don't you know the art of summoning souls? Don't you have a lover who has been in love for thousands of years? Aren't you going to use Lingxi's body to resurrect that person?" Qing Kui didn't care about others Pulling, while talking, he stepped forward, his eyes were red and full of hatred, "Then what did you do when you gave up the soul-calling technique and chased after the silver mirror? Why, now that the soul-calling technique failed, you want to use the silver mirror again Repair? Why should I give it to you! Why should I use the mirror that locks Lingxi's soul to fulfill your selfish desires?"
The sky has become so dark that there is no light, and the strong wind seems to indicate the coming of this heavy rain. In Nan Zhi's eyes, a storm was already blowing, and the heavy rain was pouring down. He moved as fast as a ghost, and attacked Qing Kui.
Qing Kui had been prepared for a long time, dodged a blow, and kept saying: "How did you possess the rose flower at the beginning? How did Lingxi awaken your spiritual sense? How did you cultivate your body? She spent all her time protecting you." How much thought did you have? Did you hear that she cried and prayed for you in hell? She didn’t eat, drink or sleep for you for a whole month. Have you ever seen her? She sacrificed herself for you and lost all senses. Do you know? Haha, Mo Jun Nan Zhi, you are worthy of being a devil! You can actually tear her soul apart for another girl!"
Suddenly there was a loud thunder, the sky seemed to be split, and silver light leaked out, illuminating the pale faces of everyone in Cangjia. Only Qing Kui was laughing, watching Nan Zhi's more dignified figure and laughing loudly.
Nanzhi stood motionless, only the black knots on his palms were getting heavier and heavier, and he attacked Qingkui unexpectedly.
Qing Kui was so beaten that he spat out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground and rolled several times.
Cangjia's disciples immediately surrounded Nanzhi, wanting to launch an offensive, but Qinglian also wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Canghai.
"I promised her not to move you." Nan Zhi glanced coldly at the crowd, and finally landed on Qing Kui, "Give me the silver mirror."
Qing Kui was still smiling, with blood dripping from his mouth, and his utterance was no longer so clear, but still vaguely discernible: "As early as July 15th, we died once! We are still pretending to be gentlemen here... delusion that Lingxi is in the sky Will the spirit forgive you?"
A silver sword appeared in Nan Zhi's hand, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Qing Kui's heart, his voice became more and more condensed, "Give me the silver mirror."
Qing Kui sneered: "July 15th, you also point your sword at Lingxi like this, draw the cross on her seal, and cast spells..."
Nan Zhi's hand holding the hilt of the sword became tighter and tighter, causing the light of the sword to fluctuate up and down. He didn't seem to want to listen to Qing Kui's words anymore, so he retracted the sword and cast a spell.
Qing Kui was immediately shrouded in a black shadow, rolling and roaring in pain.
Qinglian looked away distressedly, she knew that if she couldn't fight, it would be useless to ask, there was no silver mirror, all they could do was not to anger Nanzhi and bring more disasters.
But Qing Kui's face became paler, he was sweating profusely from the pain, and rolled on the ground covered in dust.
Nanzhi only had four words from beginning to end—"Hand over the silver mirror."
The sky finally took on another color, and two figures in the distance approached with swords. Qinglian looked intently, and it was Qing Nian and... Uncle Cangqu.
Cang Qu caught a glimpse of Qing Kui when he landed, and shouted distressedly: "Stop! I know where the silver mirror is!"