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Chapter 111 110. Surprise, Nightmare Blood (3.3K words - please subscribe)
Luoxia Bamboo Island.

In the formation.

Song Yan raised his sleeves and took out a dark broken sword. He held it in front of Yu Xuanwei and said, "I have been to the ancient teleportation array. The array was damaged. It should be caused by this sword."

After that, he recalled briefly and said, "The damage should be a scratch as thick as a human arm, as if a line of the array pattern on the surface was wiped off."

Yu Xuanwei looked at the broken sword quietly and asked, "Senior, can you lend it to me for a look?"

Song Yan threw it away.

Yu Xuanwei took it, put her two green onion-like fingers together, gently brushed across the broken sword, then raised it up and looked at the wound on the broken sword. She was silent for a long time, then looked up at Song Yan, not knowing what she was thinking.

Song Yan said: "I know you don't trust me, even though I helped the Su family to stab Hu as Hua Rong. You still think I used the Su family to achieve my own goals while they were fighting with Grandma Hu."

Yu Xuanwei sighed and said, "But if what Gu Huangzi said is true, the Fox and Wolf tribes have already invaded. And the senior is now by my side. It seems that I have no choice. Whether from the perspective of Jianmen or from my own perspective, I have no choice."

She handed the broken sword back, and then said: "It was recorded in the ancient records of our Jianmen that the first headmaster was teleported here by an ancient teleportation array, and the origin of our Jianmen is also on the other side of the teleportation array.

However, why the ancient teleportation array was damaged and why its location was deliberately hidden remains a mystery.

But when I saw this sword, I already knew that the ancient teleportation array must have been destroyed by the first leader of our Jianmen.

Because this sword is recorded in the ancient records of our sect. It is the sword worn by the head master and is named Wuwo Sword.

When the headmaster first arrived, he fought with a demon.

That battle was dark and gloomy.

The master fought hard and won, but his sword was lost.

This way.
I can guess what happened at the time, but I don’t know whether it is wise to repair the ancient teleportation array. "

Song Yan also fell silent.

The broken sword, combined with the records in the Jianmen Ancient Chronicles, made the situation quite clear: the founding leader of the Nanwu Jianmen might have escaped from the ancient teleportation array, and a demon had fled here with him, and was later killed by him.

The broken sword of the master destroyed the ancient teleportation array, but hid its location, because he did not want future generations to repair the teleportation array and return to the north.

This is the most logical guess.

And what this speculation reflects is also very obvious—the other side of the ancient teleportation array is not safe.

Song Yan thought for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Does your Jianmen Ancient Records record what realm the founding master was in?"

Yu Xuanwei said: "Ancient records say that the founding master tried hard to find the Purple Palace realm, but he never broke through and died of old age on his sickbed. So he should be in the late stage of the Crimson Palace realm."

Song Yan asked again: "How long ago was it?"

Yu Xuanwei said: "It has been a thousand years."

Song Yan said: "No matter what is on the other side of the ancient teleportation array, it has been a thousand years, and things and people have long been different. And now the Three Kingdoms may be facing the invasion of the entire mountain and sea monster tribe. It will be destroyed on both sides. I sincerely hope that Miss Yu can repair the ancient teleportation array as soon as possible."

Yu Xuanwei nodded and said, "Senior, you are right. I also know the importance of this matter. It's just..."

She raised her beautiful eyes slightly and looked into the distance.

The sharp whistling sound from the front did not stop. Now, many disciples of the Sword Sect were being injured and dead, and many evil shadows were falling like rain.

Song Yan said: "Don't worry."

Yu Xuanwei was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why?"

Song Yan said: "The Great Elder and his men did not go to Konglan Mountain. Soon, the attacking demon cultivators will be attacked from both sides."

Yu Xuanwei opened her mouth in astonishment, nodded for a long time, and asked curiously, "How did you know that, senior?"

Song Yan said: "It was me who delivered the letter."

Yu Xuanwei:
Song Yan glanced around and said in a deep voice: "Remember my words, once you have the chance, go and repair the ancient teleportation array in secret. This is the only way out."

After saying that, he quickly stood up and was about to leave decisively.

He doesn't have much time either.

His purpose has been exceeded.
First, he solved the problem of Gu Huangzi and had the opportunity to "control the Puppet Sect" to a certain extent;

Second, he established normal contact with Yu Xuanwei and reached a consensus;
The third is to throw out a fait accompli, which is
He, Song Yan, has successfully digested the "blood of the tiger king". Even if you catch me and kill me again, you will not be able to get the "blood of the tiger king" out of my body.

In that case, is there any point in you hunting me down?

This is why he revealed his true appearance and asked Yu Xuanwei to record it.

He wanted to see what the fox and wolf tribes would do after hearing the news.

As for now, he wants to retreat safely into a "low position of status and power."

A major war is always a battle of soldier against soldier, general against general, king against king.

Assassination is: King against general, general against soldier
But as weak as the White Embroidered Tiger is, it would never cause trouble to the Fox and Wolf tribes. Just like if someone wanted to assassinate Gu Huangzi, they would never aim at the paper figure that seemed to be a "decoration" in the aisle.

From beginning to end, Song Yan did not mention a word about "he wanted to obtain the formation inheritance".

If the Stone Seat Man in front of him was a member of the Demon Sect instead of a disciple of the Sword Sect, then he might have threatened him directly, because he knew that the disciples of the Demon Sect would most likely surrender out of fear of death.

However, this method has a low success rate for Jianmen disciples.

Junior Sister Xiaojiu, Su Yao, Mr. Su San, and the other disciples of Nanwu Jianmen taught him a good lesson: There are people in this world who still have integrity and remain unyielding.

On the other side, Yu Xuanwei saw this demon suddenly enter the formation, but just said a few words and left. She was moved, and flashed through her mind "the elder who reported the news to her" and "this demon entered the formation but did not attack her", plus the previous "Hua Rong's identity helped the Thorn Fox Alliance", and "this demon seems to know some magic spells of the Sword Sect".
Yu Xuanwei suddenly bit her lip and said, "Senior, please stay."

Song Yan paused, frowned and asked, "What else?"

Yu Xuanwei said: "I see that you seem to be very good at spiritual power, so I would like to ask you to take a look at my father, the current head of Nanwu Sword Sect, Shui Bo Sword Emperor."

She looked at Song Yan seriously and said, "If there is still one person who can help my father at this moment, it must be you, Senior."

After saying that, she bowed deeply. Song Yan thought for a moment and said, "Okay."

The bamboo forest is dense, with dark green and light green bamboos clustered together to form a narrow path.

At the end of the road, the door of the hall was tightly closed.

Here is the "blind box" belonging to Nanwu Jianmen.

A "blind box" that no one dares to open.

Click.
creak creak
The "blind box" is opened.

The palace door opened, and a bright area mixed with red light gradually expanded from a line into a column, and then opened completely.

In the hall, a figure with head lowered gradually emerged on the cushion.

Look again!

That wasn't a figure; it was clearly a skeleton.

As the door opened, a certain barrier seemed to have reached a critical point, and a crisp "click" shattering sound was emitted. Then, a strange rustling sound came from behind the thick red pillars in the hall.

"father!!!"

Yu Xuanwei looked at the skeleton. Although she had been terrified thousands of times and had prepared herself mentally, when she actually saw that her father was dead, she still couldn't help but cry out in pain.

Song Yan's gaze fell on the red pillar. The rustling sound became clearer and clearer, and something jumped out almost immediately.

The thing was moving extremely fast, but Song Yan could see it clearly.

It's a red snake!

Do not!
It's not a snake, but a demon.

But it is not evil spirit, but evil that has become the flow of liquid.

The chaotic and eerie aura emanating from it is many times more powerful than the evil spirit.

The next moment, the evil liquid rushed up and flew into the air. In midair, the "red snake head" tore apart and flew towards the two people! It greedily wanted to fight for the bodies of the two people.

Seven days after the soul dies, the main soul leaves, leaving behind soul fragments that contain cause and effect.

If this soul fragment encounters mysterious energy, and is in a dense or closed place, it will easily become evil.

If there is no mysterious energy, or if it is in a dispersed or open place, it will become a lonely ghost.

The evil is uncontrollable.

The ones recruited in the shadow play are just wandering ghosts.

The so-called "evil spirit" in Song Yan's body is actually "Evil Xuan", a special kind of mysterious energy, not a group of crazy evil spirits.

At this moment, seeing the extremely rare evil liquid rushing towards him, Song Yan gently raised his left hand, and a nine-eyed anaconda shadow puppet suddenly flew up. This shadow puppet was a soulless shadow puppet, which was reserved by Song Yan.

He raised his right hand and called the evil liquid to its soul, hoping to make it enter the Nine-Eyed Anaconda Shadow Puppets.

The trajectory of the evil liquid in mid-air was slightly twisted, tilting towards the shadow puppet, but halfway, it suddenly turned and continued to shoot towards Song Yan and Yu Xuanwei. Obviously, compared with the nine-eyed harp-anaconda shadow puppet, these two life forms attracted it more.

Song Yan lost his patience, his left hand suddenly turned red, then he grabbed the evil liquid and roughly stuffed it into the Nine-Eyed Qin Anaconda shadow puppet, and then suppressed it frantically with the slave soul method.

Having entered the body and become a slave to the soul, the evil liquid struggled for a few times before becoming motionless.

Yu Xuanwei's eyelids twitched as she watched
Song Yan quickly put it into the storage bag, wondering whether he should transfer this thing into Grandma Fox's body, but he immediately dismissed the idea.

He could swallow shadow puppets, but not this kind of evil shadow puppet.

This thing is pure chaos. It can be thrown like a bomb to cause damage, but it is extremely uncontrollable.

"Thank you, Senior." Yu Xuanwei thanked him, and then said sadly, "Please keep it a secret, Senior, and don't let anyone know that Shui Bo Jian Huang is dead."

Song Yan was ready to agree, but when he glanced, he saw a number of bowls on the ground of a dining cave. Although the medicine in the bowls had dried up, there was still a hint of fragrance wafting out.

With a light sniff, he smelled the scent of "Master Kuye Swordsman's Soul-Repairing Medicine".

No one else can do it.

Looking at the tragically dead Shui Bo Jian Huang, Song Yan suddenly asked, "I wonder what kind of demonic blood Shui Bo Jian Huang used to determine the Third Palace?"

Yu Xuanwei was stunned for a moment, then she looked sideways at Song Yan carefully, but she immediately caught a glimpse of greed in his eyes.

She sighed softly and said "I understand", then raised her hand and took out a pitch-black stone bottle, saying: "Nightmare blood, my father didn't dare to use too much at the time, and only added a very small amount to refine the Crimson Palace Pill, but he didn't expect it to fail. That's why so much of it is left behind.

This blood is of no use to our Nanwu Sword Sect, so I will give it to you, Senior."

Song Yan took the black bottle and looked at it with fiery eyes, as if he was looking at his beloved woman.

Nightmare, soul-wound, this thing suits him very well.

What a pleasant surprise!
Song Yan asked again: "Where did it come from?"

Yu Xuanwei said: “The demon that my founding master killed was the Nightmare Beast.

The nightmare beast left behind an egg, which took hundreds of years to hatch. However, the ancestors of the sect thought it was a bad omen and imprisoned it in a secret room.

Afterwards, the nightmare broke free, and after another fierce battle, it was finally killed, so this blood was left.

Now I am giving it to you as a gift, and I hope you will keep it secret and not let the news of Shui Bo Jian Huang’s death spread.”

Song Yan was surprised and asked, "Shui Bo Jian Huang is dead? Who said that?"

Yu Xuanwei was stunned for a moment and said, "In that case, thank you very much, Senior."

(End of this chapter)