Holding the book-traveling script, conquer the villain Immortal Lord

Thunder sounded one after another.

The part of the resentment that was not burned by the soul-refining spirit fire dissipated in Zi Lei's roar.

After the resentment dissipated, Hua Wanzhao put away the defensive formation, and a figure gradually came.

It was Ning Chenhao.

Mu Lin pointed with a smile: "You are indeed still alive."

Sure enough, not unexpectedly.

Ning Chenhao naturally heard the meaning behind Mu Linxiao's words, but if the person involved didn't ask, he could stick to it to the end.

It's a pity that Hua Wanzhao doesn't plan to let him go today.

"what do you know?"

"Little master, I don't know anything."

Hua Wanzhao nodded: "Then I'll ask, and you answer."

Ning Chenhao: ...

"Do you have memories of your previous life?"

Hua Wanzhao's straight ball hit Ning Chenhao by surprise. He never thought that Hua Wanzhao's upshot would be such an explosive question.

He chose to pretend to be stupid: "Little master, what last life? What are you talking about?"

"Mu Linxiao and I have already analyzed a lot of things, although I'm not sure if it's the same as what you have. However, if you continue to pretend to be stupid, we won't take you with you in the future."

This is equivalent to saying that if you want to know anything in the future, you can investigate it yourself, we will not take you to play.

Ning Chenhao was helpless: "Little Master..."

"Think it over, you only have one chance."

Ning Chenhao looked at Mu Lin and smiled again.

"It's useless to see me, I'll listen to my little master."

Just kidding, Mu Linxiao still plans to chase after Hua Wanzhao, this kind of question that does not involve principle can naturally come from Hua Wanzhao's mood.

Ning Chenhao was silent.

Before waiting for Ning Chenhao's answer for a long time, Hua Wanzhao turned around and said, "Let's go, go and see how to get out of this illusion."

"Little master," Ning Chenhao stopped her, "You are, when did you find out..."

Hua Wanzhao was also unambiguous: "Xianmen Dabi, when you competed with Zhu Tianxiang."

With a wry smile, at that time, he wanted to confirm Zhu Tianxiang's identity, but he showed a lot of flaws instead.

Afterwards, he was also a little worried, but Hua Wanzhao and Mu Linxiao acted like nothing happened, so he gradually forgot about it.

Unexpectedly, waiting for him here.

"Did the soul hidden in the little master's pendant take away Zhu Tianxiang?" Mu Lin asked with a smile.

"It's not a seizure," Ning Chenhao immediately retorted, "It's a deal!"

Hua Wanzhao and Mu Linxiao looked at each other.

"The one who can make you so nervous is Yun Miaomiao." Hua Wanzhao said with certainty.

"……Yes."

"What happened at the end of the last life?" Hua Wanzhao asked.

"A person who joined the sect..."

Ning Chenhao will never forget that day.

A single-handed person washed the entire sect with blood.

On that day, a sword wind, sand and blood flowed into a river.

That day, he couldn't even survive ten rounds in that person's hands.

Obviously, he is already a Mahayana monk.

When he was the last one to fall in a pool of blood, he saw a vague figure coming from the lonely peak.

After rebirth, every time he dreams back at midnight, all he sees is the blood-stained setting sun, the broken arms and stumps of his fellow disciples, and only the blurred figure at the end is the only comfort in his heart.

When he heard that Yijian Fengsha had opened the mountain gate ahead of time, he, who originally planned to avoid it, felt strange in his heart, so he took a look.

I didn't expect to see the evening photos of flowers that looked exactly like Yun Miaomiao, so I stayed.

"Since you fought against him, come here and tell if the remaining spiritual power is that person." Mu Lin said with a smile, pointing at the bottom of the deep pit that was blown out by "Qianye".

Ning Chenhao didn't go down to the bottom of the pit, but stood on the side to release his Mahayana spiritual consciousness.

Suddenly, his face changed: "It's him!"

Mu Linxiao looked at Hua Wanzhao again: "Does Meng Shaonian know anything?"

Hua Wanzhao shook his head: "He only said that that person must not be Qianjia. As for who it is, he has no idea."

Then, she looked at Ning Chenhao again: "What else did Yun Miaomiao say to you, please explain it together, so that I won't have to ask about it one by one."

Ning Chenhao shook his head: "She won't tell me anything, she just said that if she wants to protect herself from the wind and sand, she should follow the little master."

"Tsk, it's useless."

Mu Linxiao mocked unceremoniously.

Ning Chenhao fought back without showing any weakness: "Uncle Priest is so useful, it seems that he hasn't chased the little master yet?"

Mu Linxiao sneered, and was about to teach Ning Chenhao a lesson when his foot hurt.

Hua Wanzhao stepped on Mu Linxiao's foot, and stabbed Ning Chenhao with the handle of Zhenxie sword.

"Tell me, how to get out now."

Shaking the trampled foot, Mu Lin said with a smile: "This illusion is born of resentment, we have cleared the resentment, now we just need to find the same broken wall as the broken wall we saw when we came in, and break it."

It's easy to say, such a wall with no characteristics is hard to find in such a big sect.

Moreover, because the script collapsed in the middle of the performance, they didn't know what happened afterwards, and it was even more difficult to find it.

Ugh……

There was an inaudible sigh.

"Who!"

Mu Linxiao and Ning Chenhao spoke at the same time.

A gust of wind blew by, and a phantom of a man gradually appeared in the midair.

"Master Ye!"

His shadow was very faint, as if it would be blown away by the wind at any moment.

"I don't have much time, probably, taking you out is my last mission..."

Master Ye's voice was ethereal.

Following behind the head of Ye, Hua Wanzhao was a little concerned.

If he was a grieving ghost, why didn't he dissipate with the other grieving ghosts?
If he wasn't, where was he before?

"Master Ye, what happened after that, can you tell us about it?"

The void figure of Master Ye distorted for a moment, and his voice floated: "The past cannot be recovered, let it go away..."

Hua Wanzhao pursed her lips and bit her lower lip hard.

Headmaster Ye is so unwilling to mention this matter, and he looks like this now, she has to think about the worst.

Mu Linxiao patted her shoulder from behind.

Hua Wanzhao turned her head, but Mu Linxiao shook her head at her.

With Sect Master Ye leading the way, they soon arrived at the mural hidden in the Sect Leader's secret room.

It was a series of bloody and cruel sacrificial paintings.

The woman in red was given to the man in black. After the man in black enjoyed it, his spiritual power was drained and he died.After her death, her body was also made into a special elixir, leaving only resentment lingering on the top of Sansheng Mountain.

Never leave.

"This... all he did?"

[It's the spirit-taking technique and the human pill...]

Meng Shaonian's voice sounded in Hua Wanzhao's sea of ​​knowledge.

"Spiritualization... Human Pill..." Hua Wanzhao repeated in a murmur.

[The monks' double cultivation absorbs the spiritual power of the cauldron directly for their own use, and the spiritual power is stored after transformation. I don't know his purpose, so I don't want to jump to conclusions.The human pill is to refine people into elixirs, and the formulas are different according to different uses. 】

Hearing Meng Shaonian's explanation, Hua Wanzhao vomited for a while.

Who is that person?

Could it be that if she confiscated Meng Shaonian, or if Mu Linxiao didn't come in time, this would be her fate too?

Meng Shaonian gritted his teeth and said: 【Even in Shen Jie, these are all magic arts.Who is that person? 】

"Little master, what's wrong?"

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