Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

Xixian Pavilion, Zijing Pavilion.

Xie Xueyi faced off against his junior student Zuo Qiumo, but he had no choice but to break up their love and have a life-or-death showdown.

"Tie up your snow clothes and pay for your little sister's life. The beacon dragon will be destroyed!"

The bamboo slips in Zuo Qiumo's hand turned into angry energy, which made Xie Xueyi feel that his opponent's Yuan Gong had changed dramatically, as if he had a demonic praise.

As soon as he received the move, Xue Yi was shocked and then retreated.

"Do you feel it? This is the power of the Heaven-Returning Gu, and this is the determination to avenge the little sister, and she will be broken into pieces!"

The bamboo slips unfolded on the ground, and even weirder magic power boiled out from the Confucian Sect's Holy Book.

Seeing Zuoqiu Mo's ghost power blazing, he coldly grasped the famous weapon tied to the back of his snow robe. Hearing the roar of a crane, he saw a white crane turn into a cold blade and a cold front.

"Pulling out the pine trees and chasing the willow trees!"

Suddenly, powerful characters appeared in the sky, with strong bones and strict rules. Each stroke was filled with unparalleled sword energy, shining like snow.

"Uh!"

This time it was Zuo Qiumo who vomited vermilion.

But he smiled wildly: "That's right, I'll take your life with one more move, and the nine destructions of Lingshan will lead to all ghosts!"

"If you persist in your stubbornness, the sky will not leave you alone, and you will regret Lanting!"

The majestic ghostly energy and the awe-inspiring brushstrokes collided with each other, causing the surroundings to overturn, shocking the whole stroke of spring and autumn.

At this moment, he heard the clear chirp of a crane, and Xue Yi returned his hand with another sword, instantly wiping Zuo Qiu Mo's throat.

The blood spattered, along with the surprised eyes, slowly turned into a calm admission of defeat.

"Zuoqiu!"

The fierce fighting sound alarmed a lot of people in Spring and Autumn, and Ting Santie and everyone rushed over.

"I dedicated my life to the ghost clan. I died with honor. I have sent Wanchahuangyan back to the ghost clan. You will never get it back. It's just that I have never lived for myself in this life, otherwise..."

The unfinished words fell into the wind and snow together with the toppling body.

"Junior Zuoqiu!"

Wearing snow clothes to support a person who has died generously, I feel all kinds of feelings in my heart.

At this time, everyone rushed to Zijin Pavilion.

"Executive Assistant!"

"How could Senior Bihe kill Zuoqiu Zhifu? What is going on?"

Faced with everyone's accusations, Xie Xueyi remained silent.

Ting Santie noticed something strange and asked angrily: "Is Zuo Qiumo related to Wanchahuangyan?"

"Master of the Court, Junior Zuoqiu is also a victim. After Xie Xueyi has fully investigated the incident, he will report back one by one. Now let me bury him first."

"Oh, go ahead."

Xie Xueyi held Zuo Qiumo's body, passed through many puzzled and disapproving eyes, and came alone to the bamboo forest outside Xixian Hall.

His thoughts went back to a long time ago...

Yama's Ghost Prison is located three thousand feet below the Six Paths of the Three Realms. It was originally a place where many tribes respected each other. The tyrant King Xiao, the father of the Heavenly Ghost Abyss, rose up and swept over most of the tribes.

Under the ingenious plan of Zunfo Su Henian, the Sword Clan's Sword Sect Changri Kunqiu made an appointment to fight against the Heavenly Ghost, and the two of them were seriously injured in the battle.

After that, the power of Yama's Ghost Prison was usurped by the Ghost Queen, and the Heavenly Ghost was killed. The Ghost Queen used the strange demon to kill the other two tribes, completed her unification, and ascended the throne as the empress Hou Ba.

After the ambitious empress ascended the throne, she entered a difficult situation and planned to achieve great things.

At this time, in the Central Plains, Jiutian Xuanzun led eight swordsmen and returned from slaying a dragon. Xuanzun did not want to be attacked on both sides, so after discussing with Zunfo Su Henian, he invited the Tianshan Sword Clan to help.

At that time, Xi Xueyi was still young, and under the arrangement of his adoptive father, he went on an expedition with the elites of the Sword Clan and participated in the battle between the Sword Clan and the Ghost Clan.

During the sword-ghost battle, the sword clan sacrificed nearly the entire clan's life, and together with the Xihuang Buddhist Realm, sealed the ghost clan in Tunshou Evil Mouth. One of the seals was the ghost clan's most precious treasure, Wancha Huangyan.

The ghost clan was defeated, and the ghost queen tried her best to marry him to Jiutian Xuanzun in exchange for peace between the two realms. Unexpectedly, not long after the ghost queen gave birth to Jun Fengtian, she failed to attack Jiutian Xuanzun and was beaten to death by Xuanzun. The ghost returned to the ghost prison and regained power.

After a long time, except for a few parties involved, the Ghost Prison has become a forgotten alien legend in the memory of most people. However, the theft of Wanma Huangyan and Zuo Qiumo's far-reaching lurking made Xie Xueyi Know it's never that simple.

Zuo Qiumo and his younger sister were innocently involved in the war, which led to the current tragedy. Although it was not caused by Xueyi himself, it still made him feel confused.

The green mountains are towering and covered with snow.

After burying Zuo Qiumo in his snow clothes, he left Yi Yi Chun Qiu and went to Youxiantai.

Shortly after he left, Ting Santie returned to his private home and found that Xi Yaner was missing.

"Yan'er, Xi Yan'er!"

"Xi Yan'er, stop playing around with the court master and come out quickly!"

"Xi Yan'er!"

Ren Ting searched all over the Spring and Autumn Period three times, but could not find any trace of this black-faced child.

"I was careless. I shouldn't have told you about Mr. Fei's death. I didn't expect this child to be so affectionate."

A few days ago, Ting Santie was forced to interrogate him, so he had no choice but to tell Xi Yan'er about Fei Jun's death.

A great battle between the Confucian sect Haozheng Wudao and Fei Fei Jun not only injured the three juniors Xia Ru, Feng Ru, and Yu Junheng, but also fought with Huang Ru until the last moment. Fei Fei Jun self-destructed his body and died. Huang Ru's body, which had recovered from his illness, was completely destroyed in one battle, and he was reduced to a useless person.

Xi Yan'er didn't cry after hearing the news of Jue Jun's death. Unexpectedly, he endured it for several days and took advantage of the incident between Xie Xueyi and Zuo Qiumo to run out today.

The night is getting darker.

Ting Santie blamed himself so much that he led everyone in Spring and Autumn Period to light torches and lanterns and search for the child in the mountains and deserts.

"Xi Yan'er! Where are you?"

"Xi Yan'er, come back quickly!"

The night eventually turned into darkness.

Xi Yan'er, who was integrated with the darkness, ran forward stumblingly. He wanted to go back and the moon would never return. He didn't believe what the court master said.

How could Juejun die?

Why did the Confucian people kill Juejun?

He doesn't like a stroke of spring and autumn, and he doesn't like the owner of the court either. The bright moon is his home.

Just as Xi Yaner was running forward aimlessly, a familiar breath came to him, attracting him to turn in that direction.

Soon after, Xi Yan'er came to a pool of water. Through the faint moonlight, Xi Yan'er saw that it was a deep pool with black bubbles rising from it.

"It's here, it's finally here."

A strange sound sounded, seemingly coming from the bottom of the deep pool.

"who?"

Xi Yaner plucked up the courage to ask.

"Welcome back, you are the young ghost that the Empress has been waiting for for a long time, Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

"What the hell! I'm looking for Juejun. Have you seen Juejun?"

"You can jump down and see him."

The weird voice was full of confusion. Xi Yan'er was not stupid. He turned around and left: "Humph, you are not a good person. I will not jump down."

"Jie Jie Jie, you are here, do you still want to leave? It is your destiny to return to the ghost prison."

Immediately, the water in the pool boiled, and an evil ghost with only half a head jumped out, his body covered in blood and flesh. He was holding a pair of copper chain axes and slashed at Xi Yan'er.

"No!"

In the mournful cry, Xi Yan'er was cut into two pieces by the evil ghost and thrown into the pond where he swallowed Shou's evil mouth.

After a few slight ripples, everything returned to tranquility. (End of chapter)