It's the first day of the Lantern Festival.
Even the mansions in the suburbs of Beijing are also hanging all kinds of lanterns one after another, which is extraordinarily festive.
In the mansion belonging to the national teacher, it was pitch black, the smell of blood was lingering, and the depressing atmosphere of slaughter made the beautifully-winged birds raised in the big golden cage hanging under the gallery also stunned like a cicada.
They are not ordinary birds, but demon cultivators.
It was a gift that the monks grabbed and presented to the first master of the magic way.
In addition to lack of freedom, they do not worry about spiritual elixir, do not worry about cultivation, many birds are about to reach the golden elixir period.
The demon cultivator is most sensitive to flesh and blood. A handsome-looking Haidongqing sticks out his head from the gap in the golden cage. After carefully distinguishing it, he twists his hair and lets out a low cry.
"Heavenly Splitting wants to kill the teacher?"
Next to Hai Dongqing is a mountain pheasant that has refined the horizontal bone in its throat, and its small eyes are almost shining: "I recognize the guy who killed him just now! It is the apprentice of Venerable Huanjian!"
The birds were terrified, their feathers stood up, and a peacock almost opened its screen.
Those who can speak start to murmur, and those who cannot speak tactfully tweet.
There was a scream in the wind, and all the birds shut their mouths again, daring not to make the slightest sound.
More than a dozen demon cultivators in the God Transformation stage stood silently on the houses and treetops. The demon cultivators in the entire mansion, regardless of their realm, were all tied up and taken to a side hall.
The candles were burning, it was dark outside, and there was no light at all.
The low-level demon cultivators who acted as servants in the mansion were trembling with fear, and their eyelids twitched every time they heard a subtle howl from outside. Sometimes the sound seems to be coming from the walls, underground.
The magic cultivators who can live in this mansion are all promising up-and-comers in the magic way. They vaguely know that there are other secret passages in the mansion that can enter and exit, and those are the subordinates that Venerable Huanjian really trusts.
Is it a mutiny
The insignificant little people were tied up and thrown here, and the magic correction who was previously hiding in the underground responsible for surveillance and intelligence was slaughtered? The god-turning stage demon cultivators who didn't participate in the daily riots in the capital showed up together, and Venerable Huanjian was in retreat...
Everyone took a deep breath.
Still uneasy, I suddenly heard someone among them panting, lying on the ground and struggling.
The monk who was in the same room with this man shouted his name nervously with a nervous expression on his face.
- These ropes twisted with celestial silk are constantly earning, but if they really struggle to the death, they can twist and stand up again before they crawl on the ground.
Escape from the side hall is not difficult, the problem is that someone is guarding them in the dark.
"Boom."
The first monk to climb out fell down on the steps, and the night was accompanied by a thick fog, wandering like a ghost.
One after another, some people struggled to climb out, their eyes straightened and their expressions twisted. No matter who called or blocked, they turned a deaf ear. They rolled out of the side hall in a rather ugly way, and fell silently one by one in the thick fog.
"Crazy, crazy..." The remaining cultivators were dumbfounded, not understanding why these people were going to die.
On a plum tree branch outside the side hall, a spirit-turning-period demon cultivator with a blue-faced, fang-like ghost mask stood quietly. He had already killed sixteen people, and the bloody aura spread through the fog. He didn't know what happened, the order given to him by Venerable Huanjian was to leave the side hall without authorization to kill Wushe.
The same thing happened in the underground passage.
It's just that it's more tragic here. The cultivator responsible for secretly delivering the news was almost half infiltrated by Ji Hong, and the rest were also the little guys who listened to the commands of the ecstasy puppet.
Venerable Huanjian sat alone in the water pavilion in the backyard without the slightest light, his expression was so cold that he could scrape a layer of frost.
Delicate and well-maintained shadow puppets are piled on the low table next to them.
The mist drifted into the house, the curtains were draped on the floor, the black robe was spread on the smooth and neat wooden floor, and the fingers poking out of the sleeves were pale and slender.
"Master."
The arrival of Venerable Splitting Heaven broke the dead silence.
He stood outside the pavilion across the cyan curtain and announced: "There is no movement outside the mansion, and there is no special movement in the capital. Ji Hong may really have no foreign aid, and no one instructs him."
Venerable Huanjian remained silent.
This is the second day after Ji Hong was captured.
After talking with Shi Feng in the theater yesterday, they immediately returned to the mansion, stunned Ji Hong in secret, and dragged him to the deepest secret room of the prison to lock him up.
Which Demon Venerable doesn't have a dungeon? It can be vacant, but there must be a cell that can hold a Mahayana monk! Otherwise, if you are in a hurry to use it, where can you find it
Not even this one is still a Demon Lord
Ji Hong, a monk at the foundation-building stage, can escape from the prison? No, when he wakes up, he can only see four walls and doesn't even know what's going on.
He must have been shocked and angry, not knowing how he was attacked and who the perpetrator was.
Those who are controlled by the Daxueshan Enchanting Technique, at a low level, will lose consciousness when they hear the sound, and in serious cases, even their souls have been imprinted and become slaves of the controller. No matter how far apart you are, you will be summoned.
Everyone in the mansion was gathered. At night, it is estimated that Ji Hong was awake. If he was locked in the prison, if he wanted to find out where it was, he would inevitably drive the servants to approach him.
"Dabaoguo Temple and Baishan Academy..."
"We can't control the people there. If they dare to break in, they will be killed without mercy." Venerable Huanjian's eyes were cold.
The two were silent for a while, quietly listening to the faint screams in the dark night.
Every sound symbolizes that someone has died.
Those were the subordinates of Venerable Huanjian, and the young monks of the Demon Dao who might be promoted to the Nascent Soul Stage in the future were mercilessly beheaded, also because of the orders of Venerable Huanjian.
"Master, don't think about it. They have already—" Venerable Splitting Sky tried to persuade, but found that he was not the material.
"They have no way out." Venerable Huanjian answered indifferently.
The monk who was deeply controlled by the Daxueshan Enchanting Technique was not a human, but a puppet.
As soon as Ji Hong died, their sanity would also be deranged, and they would die of madness. Those who were slightly controlled would find it difficult to advance in their cultivation, and their inner demons would appear frequently. If they couldn't get rid of the residual influence of the enchanting technique, they could only die of depression in the end.
Ji Hong almost destroyed the hundreds of low-level demon cultivators under Venerable Huanjian, more than they had expected.
This kind of loss, no matter which Demon Venerable, can't help but be furious.
"Cracked sky..."
"Master?"
Venerable Huanjian always turned his back to the outside of the pavilion, which made Riftian only see one back.
After a long while, Venerable Huanjian sighed: "Ji Hong, he has not yet arrived in his thirties, and he has tried his best to hide under my command for only ten years. First, he came to this mansion and quietly controlled all the people he could come into contact with. A person, densely clothed under a big net, given time, until the formation of the elixir is successful, even if I always confiscate him as a disciple, with his step by step expansion and cultivation base - Nascent Soul Stage, Spirit Transformation Stage, today I order all the people I ordered. Anyone can become his puppet."
"Master, you think too much." Venerable Splitting Sky did not frown, "I never reveal flaws, and don't cause confusion, how can he have such skills?"
"Who will pay attention to a low-level monk?"
"Uh?"
"When he reaches the Nascent Soul stage, he barely enters my eyes, just imagine how powerful he is?" Venerable Huanjian snorted coldly.
The bad habits of the comprehension world, the circle of high-level monks, people below the Nascent Soul stage can't touch it at all. Likewise, high-ranking cultivators are dismissive of what is happening around the others.
Venerable Huanjian slapped the table: "Including you!"
Venerable Split Sky shook with the desktop.
Sure enough, the next sentence of Huanjian was-
"You are too stupid. Ji Hong can deceive you with a few words during the foundation building period. Over time, you appreciate him and trust him, and when Ji Hong reaches the stage of spiritual transformation or even the stage of Mahayana, you will be his next puppet!"
Venerable Split Sky touched his nose and retorted weakly: "It didn't happen."
A little more flattery.
"Master's eyes are like torches! Isn't Ji Hong's villain's heart exposed?"
When the atmosphere was not right, he always called Shizun, at least he sounded serious.
Venerable Huanjian said angrily: "It's not over yet! Ji Hong's ability to predict the prophet, even if it is his talent, Daxueshan Enchanting Technique, is not a natural ability!"
"I'm going to torture him now!" Venerable Splitting Sky wanted to leave.
"Go back!" Venerable Huanjian was full of black energy, and said sharply, "You are not allowed to go anywhere, sit down for me!"
"… "
"Can your dim sum eyes be Ji Hong's opponent?"
Hearing this reprimand, Venerable Splitting Heaven could not wait to dismantle all the bones of the culprit, succumbing to the status quo, he could only honestly discuss the situation with his master: "Though the guys from the Daxueshan Qiankunguan are contemptible, they should take that into consideration. Things are more important than anything else. This enchantment technique is not the basic technique that the Beixuan School has robbed. In the view, very few people can learn this excellent ecstasy."
"Yes, I still have some brains, not all the light is leaked."
"..." This compliment might as well have none!
Across the drape, Venerable Splitting Heaven vaguely saw that his master took something round and stuffed it into his mouth, and he felt relieved.
- Still in the mood to eat, obviously the anger has subsided.
Venerable Huanjian said slowly: "Ji Hong has too many secrets. We have locked him. On the one hand, we have to ask him about the secrets of the prophets, and on the other hand, what will happen in two hundred years."
"If you want to lie to him, I'm afraid..." Venerable Splitting Sky is embarrassed.
"He is already in the hands of you and me, the chopping board fish and meat, let me live and die, why bother to deceive?"
Glancing at his apprentice with contempt, Venerable Huanjian sneered, "Take the gourd heart-piercing Gu that Miao Jiang Gu King gave as a teacher in my treasure house, a mere foundation-building demon cultivator can still withstand this kind of torture. ?"
Venerable Split Sky's eyes lit up.
Venerable Huanjian frowned and continued to instruct: "Don't relax outside, lest Ji Hongbu be behind, or there is really some mastermind behind the scenes. Splitting the sky, do you know how to do it?"
"Strictly investigate the capital?"
"Humph!"
Venerable Huanjian turned around abruptly, and the curtain rose without wind, revealing his completely different face.
"...Master, Master, what are you doing with Zhuyan Dan?"
Venerable Huanjian was 800 years old and practiced swords in the South China Sea for 400 years. It is said that he traveled the world for several years, during which he accepted Split Sky as his apprentice.
Few people have seen the true face of Venerable Huanjian.
After the cultivator turned eight hundred years old, his appearance began to age, and he could not maintain his youthful appearance without Yan Yan Dan.
"Who is your master, this seat is Xiang Wanchun."
"To, cough, it's not..."
"On the fifteenth night of the first lunar month, Xiang Wanchun, who united with Venerable Magic Dao Splitting Heaven to rebel and killed Venerable Huanjian." Someone threatened.
"… "
I know that Master never mentions his name as taboo, and he doesn't show his true face before the age of 800. There is a conspiracy!
This is not to play!