After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 168 167. Realizing the True Devil, a Mistake (8.3K Words - Large Chapter, Please Subscribe)
Hanyan Town.

Year after year.
The neighbors around Song Yan's butcher shop changed again and again, but his reputation as a timely rain was quite famous. In addition, he was called the godfather by "Princess Chiyan", which made people from both the good and evil, the wanderers, and the court officials come to him from time to time.

And every year, no matter how busy she was, Princess Chi Yan would always find time to spend a few days with him.

During this period, Princess Chi Yan also tried to find a companion for her adoptive father, but failed; she then tried to arrange some beautiful maids for her adoptive father, but still failed.

However, the princess really listened to her adoptive father's words. She no longer worshipped fire, nor did she arrange fire for her subordinates to practice.
When the fire died down, she felt weak, uncomfortable and unwell.

But it recovered after a few months.

With this recovery, she felt that the anger and irritability in her heart were fading away.

A feeling of weakness and fear arose.

So, Princess Chiyan wrapped herself in a face-covering cloak, turned into Tieniu and came to Hanyan Town.

Several children in the town were squatting in a cramped corner, suffering miserably. The weather was abnormal this year, and a large number of cattle and sheep had contracted a strange "fever disease" and many had died, so naturally the children had less food rations.

Princess Chi Yan looked at those children and for some reason felt a trace of compassion in her heart. She stepped forward and patiently asked about the children's conditions and the lives of ordinary people, then took out a few candies from her pocket and gave them to the children.

The children took the candies and went happily.

Princess Chiyan stood up, sighed, and turned her head, only to see her adoptive father standing in front of a butcher shop not far away.

The meal is still noodles.

A lot of shredded meat.

But the shredded pork that Tieniu and Tieniu used to fight over is now just an ordinary dish for Princess Chiyan.

After the meal, Princess Chi Yan skillfully boiled water, brought a small stool and sat down to wash her adoptive father's feet.

As she was washing, she looked up and saw a few strands of gray in the man's black hair.

Princess Chiyan lowered her head and said softly, "I have known my foster father for fifteen years."

Song Yan said: "You have been filial every year. Today, I saw your kindness."

Princess Chiyan scooped up water with both hands and splashed it on Song Yan's calves. She wiped it carefully and sighed, "Before Xiao Yizhi died, I had dreams every day. In my dreams, either he killed me or I killed him. Now that he is dead, I don't have dreams anymore."

After that, she continued, "Father is right. There is indeed something wrong with the fire. After I stopped using it, I feel my mind is becoming normal."

Song Yan said: "Do you want to do something?"

Princess Chiyan nodded and said, "King Xixiang is the prince of the western part of Shiyuan Kingdom. He is called a prince, but he is actually a king. This is because the Shiyuan Kingdom has long existed in name only, and the emperor is just a figurehead. If I want to do it, I can definitely do it."

Song Yan said: "How is your relationship with Tie Niu?"

Princess Chiyan said: "He is too straightforward. He hates directly and loves directly. He is easily deceived by villains. But I have confidants by his side who have been protecting him."

Song Yan didn't know what to say when he heard that. After a long while, he just said, "If you are tired, you can get married early, or come to Hanyan Town to live."

Princess Chiyan smiled bitterly and shook her head, saying: "It's just a marriage. If I leave, Xiaocheng will definitely get into trouble, and the power of King Xixiang will definitely fall into someone else's hands.

As for coming to Hanyan Town to accompany my adoptive father, it is indeed my wish, but how can a Princess Chiyan be allowed to act as she pleases in the martial arts world and the court?

Once you have entered this situation, you are trapped in it, and only death can free you from it. "

Song Yan suddenly became quiet.

He actually saw his own shadow in Princess Chiyan.

They were caught in the same dilemma and had good intentions, but these good intentions had to turn into evil thoughts because they had no choice.

Is the princess like this?

Isn't he the same?
In the silent little house, the only sound was the splashing water.

After a long while, Song Yan raised his hand and gently rubbed Princess Chiyan's hair, saying, "Good child."

Princess Chiyan said, "The water is cold. I will wipe my foster father's feet."

Song Yan said: "If you can't make it, come to me, remember."

Princess Chi Yan heard pure love in these words. It was the love that an elder has for a younger generation. It was very real and not mixed with anything else.

Although her adoptive father was just a mortal man, with nothing but the strength gained from killing pigs and a few tricks of the trade, let alone power, this feeling made Princess Chi Yan feel a little warm in her heart.

She smiled and said, "Definitely!"

Several years passed in the blink of an eye.

Song Yan'an lives safely and leisurely in this small town.

His heart also settled down with the passage of time.

He made a rattan chair for himself and would lie on it on sunny days, rocking back and forth, listening to the creaking sounds and the rustling of leaves in the wind, smelling the fragrance of flowers that changed with each season, and spending the years in peace.

Many trees have been planted around Hanyan Meat Shop, including apricot trees, peach trees, and willow trees.

In spring, the landscape is best created in monochrome, with the main and the secondary colors complementing each other. However, the area around the butcher shop is vulgar and bright red and green, which is not as elegant as the literati, but has the atmosphere of the market world.

Naughty children often played under the tree, circling around his rattan chair and calling him "Uncle", and gradually some people began to call him "Grandpa".

Many of those who had received his kindness in the past years had returned. They might not be on the way, but they would always come by when passing through Hanyan Town. Some gave him gold and silver, some gave him fine wine, some gave him delicious food, some gave him elixirs, and so on.

What's even more outrageous is that there are people who become killers and come to him specifically to ask "Do you want to kill someone? I can help him kill once for free"; There are also people who come to him and say that he has a high prestige in the surrounding areas and is the father of Chiyan County, so why not secretly build up a force, which will surely attract a lot of support.

Another ordinary morning.

With the help of two hired boys, Song Yan slaughtered the pig and started selling the meat as usual.

From a distance, an old man came running over and said with a smile, "Boss Li, two pounds of spare ribs!"

Song Yan recognized the old man and said with a smile, "Are you getting rich today?"

The old man said happily: "My son is free from slavery! It was an order from King Xixiang! In addition to this, there are many more. Even the rent of the spiritual field has been clearly marked and announced!"

Song Yan smiled and said, "That is indeed good news."

The slavery under King Xixiang was different from that in other places. Slaves here were like livestock and could even be slaughtered for sacrifice. Before there were not so many slaves, the powerful would look for trouble, make some people responsible, and then turn them into slaves.

As for the leasing of spiritual fields, it has always been full of shady dealings because it is not transparent. In the past, people had cattle and sheep to graze, but in recent years, livestock fever has become more and more serious, and it costs a lot to treat it. Switching to spiritual fields has become a better choice.

Most of the fields here are sandy and not suitable for planting, but the spiritual fields are an exception.

However, most of the spiritual fields are in the hands of the rich and powerful and the government. The rent is different for each field and negotiated by each person. If there is no money to borrow, the interest rate is extremely high. Now that the price and interest rate can be standardized, it is a great joy. No wonder the old man is happy, he sees hope of survival and a better life.

"Witch! The Red Flame Witch! How can she let us live?! How can she put a price on the spiritual field? What right does she have?"

"Yes, brother, we helped her get to the top. What about now? She has grown too powerful and looks down on us. This is not abolishing slavery, this is a slap in your face."

"Big brother!"

"Big brother!"

In the luxurious house, a group of dignitaries surrounded a general, talking to each other.

The general was mighty and majestic. He was the general who had served the King of Xixiang well, Ding Guangzan. He was also the general of Xixiang State.

Ding Guangzan listened to his old brothers nagging and frowned, "Ask a price? You can't make a living, right? Just take one less concubine, right?"

The person next to him cried, "There is not just a price tag, and there are not so many supporting measures. They are trying to torture us to death."

"Brother, she doesn't allow us to offer sacrifices, but we are used to it. The ancestors are still waiting for servants in the underworld. Now there is no one to offer sacrifices, and there is no one to accompany the ancestors. Isn't this unfilial!"

"Yes, brother!"

Ding Guangzan was annoyed and said, "Stop arguing! Princess Chiyan is still quite ambitious and has talked to me about her reforms. I'm telling you, which family has no money or food? As for the ancestors, we can just use paper figurines to replace them."

The air became quiet for a moment.

Some people retreated silently, their eyes meeting each other.

When they reached a secluded place, one of them said coldly, "General Ding has been bewitched by that witch."

Another person asked: "What should we do now?"

Another person said, "You don't know yet, do you? That witch betrayed the Holy Fire Cult."

"So what if she betrays me? She is now in power and has military authority."

"Hey, Bingquan? When a real fight breaks out, what's the use of having more soldiers? If they meet a fierce one, they will be defeated at the first touch, no matter how many soldiers they have, it will be useless." A man with a sinister look waved his hand.

Several people gathered around.

The man said, "I found a Holy Fire Cult messenger outside. The Red Flame Witch has betrayed us. We can join them."

Several people's eyes rolled around, and the atmosphere was a little tense, until one of them stroked his beard and smiled, "Great!"

Everyone laughed and praised.

Although the holy fire is a little scary, but for one's own benefit, what does it matter if it's a little scary?
A few years later.
While he was sleeping, a wet cloth suddenly covered General Ding Guangzan's face.

Ding Guangzan cried "Woo woo", but he felt many people pressing on him, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Slowly, he stopped struggling, and before he died he heard a familiar voice.

"Brother, don't blame us. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being bewitched by that witch."

For the country where King Xixiang lived, the death of the general was big news. Many coroners went to check and confirmed that the general died of natural causes in a dream, which was probably caused by an old illness from previous battles.

The king carried the coffin, and the princess accompanied him, and they took it to a Feng Shui treasure land in the suburbs for a grand burial.
But as soon as the coffin was buried, Princess Chi Yan realized something was wrong. She looked around and saw dark shadows emerging from the mountains and fields. They were masked men in black robes.

Even though those people were wearing masks, their eyes were ferocious, and they exuded a frightening aura.

Princess Chiyan had many guards of her own, and she gave orders calmly.

However, the defeat was like a landslide.

Hanyan Town once again welcomed a fast horse.

The knights beat drums and gongs, shouting, "The witch has been captured and will be executed in seven days! The magic of Lingtian is against the will of heaven and will be abolished from now on!"

"The witch has been arrested and will be executed in seven days! Lingtian's magic is against the will of heaven and will be abolished from now on!"

In the town, the people were stunned. A hot-blooded young man rushed out and shouted angrily: "Spirit Field Method is not a demon method!!"

The officers and soldiers immediately stepped forward to suppress the situation.

But then more people took to the streets.

Mastering the stick, but aiming for the yard.

When many civilians appeared on the streets, more soldiers also appeared in the distance.

The iron armor is dazzling and cold in the sun, which is frightening!
The general in the lead was the general who had been stationed here to protect Chiyan County's father all these years. The general roared, "Don't cause trouble, don't cause trouble!!"

He brandished the knife and the crowd immediately scattered in fear.

The general led the team all the way to the front of Hanyan Meat Shop. Seeing the old man chopping bones with a knife in front of the shop, he stopped, saluted, and said, "Mr. Li is called a butcher, but he is an open-minded and particular person. You should know what I will do in the future, right?"

Song Yan put down the knife and said calmly: "I know."

The general said, "It's good that you know this. We have known each other for many years. I personally admire you very much. In this case, let's be polite."

Song Yan said calmly: "What do you want to do?"

The general said, "There is an order from above to escort him to Qingyang City. After seven days, he will be executed together with the witch."

Song Yan said: "Seven days? That's quite a tight schedule."

"That's right. We have to go now." The general waved his hand helplessly.

The soldier behind him brought a jug of fine wine.

The general said, "I'll give you a good start."

Song Yan waved his hand.

The general didn't force it.

The soldier brought back the wine, and someone else came up with the shackles and looked at the general.

The general sighed and waved his hand.

The shackles were quickly locked on Song Yan's wrists.

Song Yan also walked into the prison van.

He leaned against the railing of the prison van, looked up at the floating clouds, and seemed to be thinking about something.

On both sides of the road, people were crying and seeing him off, while others were cursing. Good thoughts and evil thoughts were intertwined together, enveloping him and making him unpredictable.

Princess Chiyan was punished with evil because of her good deeds. Is this the case of good being rewarded with evil?
He did so many good things and received many good rewards, but he also received bad rewards. What is this?
What choice did the general have? If he didn't lock himself up, he would die. Was he helping the tyrant and was full of evil thoughts?

Which is good? Which is evil?
If you do evil with the intention of doing good, then isn't that evil? If you do evil without the intention of doing evil, then that is also evil. Whether you do it intentionally or not has nothing to do with good or evil, it is all because you cannot help yourself. But how can being unable to help yourself be an excuse for good or evil?
Good deeds will be rewarded with good, and evil deeds will be punished with evil, and good deeds will be punished with evil. It is a huge joke to expect good results from good deeds.

Actually.
Goodness is pure.

Evil is pure.

The mind follows thoughts and the environment is created by the mind.

When good thoughts arise, it is Buddha; when evil thoughts arise, it is the devil.

But look at my left and right cheeks, one is good and the other is evil, so am I a Buddha or a devil?
The seven emotions and six desires are always with us, and good and evil are determined by the heart.

Neither.

But it's just me.

The governor of Chiyan County had good thoughts and was met with evil thoughts. This general had good thoughts and then had evil thoughts. Good thoughts did not lead to evil thoughts, and good thoughts did not turn into evil thoughts. Everything was because the world is ever-changing and human hearts are unpredictable. That's all.

"idiot."

The old man in the prison car suddenly hummed a sentence, and then muttered, "I told you not to worship the fire, why don't you let your subordinates worship it? I told you to do more good, but I didn't tell you not to do evil? You don't use the power you should use, but instead give it to the enemy, restricting your hands and feet. Otherwise, why would it come to this?"

"Really. Really, huhuhuhuhu, huhuhuhuhu, hahahahahaha!!!"

"It's really stupid!"

Song Yanchang let out a sigh of relief, casually tore off the shackles on his hands, tore open the cage, his white hair turned black, his old face returned to youth, and then, in the shocked and horrified eyes of the surrounding soldiers and civilians, he cast his gaze on the general and said lightly: "Xiao Mingrong has my support, the general wants to change the flag, so you'd better wait a little longer."

He stood up with his hands behind his back, and like a rainbow of light, he shot into the distance.

Obviously, the Xixiang Kingdom also has monks and communication stones.

When Song Yan arrived in front of Qingyang City, elite soldiers had already gathered outside the city. In the front were some black-robed men emitting a powerful aura. There were even monks floating in the sky, with flames rising around them. The dignitaries in the back looked up at the man coming alone from the horizon, whispering to each other, as if they were making a final discussion, discussing who should talk to the monk.

They really didn't expect that the butcher who had stayed in Hanyan Town for decades was actually a cultivator.

But so what?
Even though they were monks, they were no match for the many armies on his side, the Fire Worshipping Apostles, and the Holy Fire Cult messengers.

Song Yan glanced at the crowd of people, not wanting to say anything more, and casually raised a finger.

Finger presses.

Heaven and earth pressed.

Thousands of soldiers, fire-worshiping apostles, messengers of the Holy Fire Cult, and the dignitaries who started the crime were all crushed like ants in an instant.

die! ! !
A month later.
The country of Xixiang was in a bloodbath, a group of powerful people were uprooted, and the Lingtian Law and the abolition of slavery were no longer hindered.

All because of the mysterious monk.

With the help of the monk, Princess Chiyan was transformed from a death row prisoner into a true uncrowned king. Her power was no longer restricted and her words could decide life and death.

However, Princess Chi Yan, who seemed like a queen, was in a daze.

She is already 39 years old this year, but because she has maintained herself well, she is still a stunningly beautiful woman.

But the beautiful woman stared at the young man in front of her blankly, and after a long while she called out, "Godfather."

In fact, she had called him many times, but every time she called him, she couldn't help but pause for a moment. Thinking about how she had washed his feet many times and how they lived alone in the same room, she felt extremely complicated.

Song Yan said: "This is not my original appearance."

Princess Chiyan was stunned again, then asked softly, "What does the foster father look like?"

Song Yan said: "If you saw and knew about it, it would be a great cause and effect. I'm afraid that Xixiang country will suffer a catastrophic disaster one day."

Princess Chiyan was silent for a moment, then said, "I know, I won't ask any more questions."

Song Yan said: "I came here to realize the truth, and now I have realized it. Your request to restore the country and reform the law is also to gain something, and we are all happy. It's time to end our relationship."

Princess Chiyan bit her lip. She really wanted to say, "I am willing to follow my adoptive father." However, Xixiang still needed her to promote the reform. The old nobles were dead, and the future was completely under her control. If she left, Xixiang would inevitably fall into greater war. She couldn't leave.

"Father!"

Princess Chi Yan suddenly threw herself into the boy's arms, pressed her cheek against his chest, closed her eyes, and two lines of tears flowed naturally.

Song Yan stroked her hair gently, just like he stroked the girl who fell into the rain and held her head to protect her brother.

"I dont want you to go!"

Princess Chiyan cried.

Although she was crying, her words were not an attempt to keep him.

She knew that her adoptive father would definitely leave, just as she would definitely not leave.

She just couldn't help herself.

"No party lasts forever. It's just a matter of time. It's just the right time for us to say goodbye. Don't cry, silly girl."

Song Yan hugged her lovingly.

Princess Chiyan loosened her hand, raised her hand to wipe away her tears, took a deep breath, and the next moment her face became stern, and she regained the dignity of a superior.

She took two steps back and said, "Farewell, foster father."

The next moment, the young man in front of her turned into a rainbow of light and disappeared into the distance.

Princess Chi Yan stood with her eyes closed for a long time before she turned around and walked out of the courtyard covered by the formation and driven by Xuan Yu.

Outside the courtyard, rows of death warriors were standing, each of them had fire burning on their bodies and their expressions were quite ferocious.

"The princess!"

"The princess!"

The warriors bowed their heads.

Princess Chiyan waved her hand and said coldly: "Investigate the remnants of the anti-reform movement. Once found, kill them without mercy! From now on, I am the Saint of the Fire Worship Cult. Anyone else who dares to say that he worships fire will die!"

"Yes!"

The assassins scattered everywhere.

The light of the rising sun has just fallen on this bloodbathed city, but the old must go before the new can come, and Qingyang City will usher in a better future.

A month later.
A place where the ancient Wuxiang clan has abundant mysterious energy.

The three chosen geniuses, and even a young man from the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, all had expressions of despair on their faces.

"No! Really not!"

"I can't learn it. It's impossible to learn this spell! It's been thirty years, and there's no progress at all!"

"My junior brothers and sisters who I couldn't match before have already broken through to the Crimson Palace Realm. The faster ones are almost reaching the middle stage of the Crimson Palace Realm. I have wasted decades of my life!"

Tang Xiaoping frowned and looked at the four geniuses in the distance.

Over the years, he has tried every possible means, massive resources, and taught by words and deeds, but he has failed to make these four people learn magic.

Do not!
It cannot be said that there has been no progress.

It can only be said that the progress was extremely slow. These four geniuses spent thirty years and only learned the starting move of "Xuanshan Sandie", and they could only complete one stack of "Sandie".

At this rate, it would take another 30 years to learn it.

But what's the point?

The spell has not been fully practiced, the person is about to die, and his life span is about to end.

This is a waste of time.

far away
Tang Xiaokong said, "Old Fourth, your method, which is intolerable to heaven and earth, is still a strange and lewd trick after all."

Tang Xiaoping sighed, "Third brother, it's not a strange skill, it's just that I don't have enough understanding."

Tang Xiaokong laughed and said, "Then the ancient cultivators had very strong comprehension? This is just a method that an old cultivator like you came up with when he had nothing better to do. It's powerful, but it's just that. It takes a lot of time and is not as good as the bloodline magic of a certain palace in the Crimson Palace."

Tang Xiaoping suddenly asked, "Where's Han'er?"

Tang Xiaokong said: "Han'er was just imitating."

Tang Xiaoping asked: "Do you really think it's an imitation?"

Tang Xiaokong was silent for a long time, then said, "I can only say that the imitation is more real than the real thing."

Tang Xiaoping said: "He is not imitating, he has already mastered it. Some people can understand it in one stick of incense, while others cannot understand it in thirty years. The difference in understanding given by heaven to people is so huge! It is really as big as the difference between heaven and earth!"

The old man looked up to the sky and sighed, filled with emotion.

Xiaohan can practice "Xuanshan Sandie", "Chen Gen Lianshan Fa" and "Three Steps to Knock on the Sky" which are methods that are not tolerated by heaven and earth. Ancient cultivators can also practice them, but today's geniuses cannot practice them. What's the reason?

Thinking of this, Tang Xiaoping suddenly asked, "What is Xiaohan doing recently? Is he practicing in Mount Guye?"

He didn't really want to know Song Yan's whereabouts, he was just curious about what a genius like that would do in his daily life.

Tang Xiaokong said with a strange look on his face: "He is a butcher in a small country in the mortal world."

Tang Xiaoping was stunned for a while, and then he was about to explode like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He almost roared: "Waste of nature! Waste of nature!! Third brother, you don't care about this? How could he, such a talented genius,..."

The old man was interrupted by Tang Xiaokong before he could finish his words.

"Old Four, do you feel that being a butcher in a small country on earth is a bit like a step in our breakthrough process?"

Tang Xiaoping was stunned, then waved his hands and said: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! He..."

Tang Xiaokong said: "Ancestor Ning Xin told us not to ask him about his affairs, which is enough to explain a lot."

Tang Xiaoping said: "Reborn after taking over another body, he is still the ancestor!

Feng Chengzi, or the old man with withered bamboo?

It can't be Aunt Han Xing, right?"

Tang Xiaokong said: "If that's the case, he can tell me or anyone else."

Tang Xiaoping said: "Whether it is Feng Chengzi, Old Man Kuzhu, or Han Xing, they are all missing, and we cannot understand their experiences. But you are also aware of the situation of Soul Threshold, and that is only what we encountered. If they lost their memories in a more terrifying place, it would not be surprising."

Tang Xiaokong said: "If he really is, then... since he is of such a high generation, who should we find as his Taoist partner for the next gathering?"

The two looked at each other, and suddenly Tang Xiaokong seemed to have sensed something and said quietly, "He went back to Mount Gushe and sat in Xuanxin. In addition, he also reminded me that the sacrificial fire was becoming more and more dangerous and its scope was getting wider and wider."

Tang Xiaoping:
A moment.

Thought transmission.
Now, Tang Xiaoxuan, the patriarch of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, has once again obtained information about Song Yan.

Tang Xiaokong said: "Chief, do you want to go to the Snow Country?"

Tang Xiaoxuan said calmly, "Isn't it just a sacrifice of the demon baby? The demon baby of the sea of ​​suffering is something you can't encounter normally. I'm waiting for it to be born so that I can sacrifice it and refine the evil weapon."

As the patriarch of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, how could he not know what was happening next?

Every time a disaster expands, it is inevitably accompanied by the tacit approval of some big shot.

Tang Xiaoxuan knew it a long time ago.

That's why he remained indifferent when Song Yan conveyed the message last time.

Now, I am also indifferent.

However, when he heard that Song Yan was already sitting in the Xuanxin of Guye Mountain and might be the ancestor of the clan, he still had some new ideas.

He could ignore the reminder from a genius, but he could not ignore the reminder from a "possible ancestor".

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes again and passed the information to the other side.

Ancestor Ningxin, Tang Ningxin.

She is dressed in clean blue, with a face as calm as a goddess, and her temperament is like an ancient pond that has been sealed for a hundred years. Even if the affairs of the world are like the wind, they cannot cause a ripple in her heart.

At this time, she was sitting cross-legged in the ancestral Tianchi Lake, paddling the water with her hands, her eyes facing the Yin-Yang Dragon in the lake, as if she was discerning the "oracle" from her distant ancestors.

Water and sky meet, people and water meet. She seems to be completely integrated into this world, and this world becomes still because of her temperament.

She is the only divine infant ancestor among the elders of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, besides the clan leader.

Because of the tacit understanding between her and Yin Yang Xuan Long, she will still stay in the clan even if all the Divine Infant ancestors have left.

After listening to Tang Xiaoxuan's talk about "the Snow Country sacrificing the demon baby" and "the speculation about the little guy", Tang Ningxin responded: "He has the aura of Feng Chengzi."

Tang Xiaoxuan thought: "That's right. The ancestor of Fengcheng is the best at soul magic. He has the greatest chance of escaping death and then taking over another body and returning. Losing his memory is also normal. I think he has had many adventures, so it can be considered a blessing in disguise. After taking over another body, his comprehension and talent have reached a higher level."

Neither of them mentioned the "faceless mask".

The "Formless Mask" is an extremely special existence. There are only a few Formless Masks that can retain the thoughts of the Divine Infant. The one from Feng Chengzi's lineage is naturally one of them.

In their opinion, Feng Chengzi most likely tampered with the formless mask of his own lineage, and then at the critical moment of life and death, he somehow used the connection between blood and soul to escape back to the formless mask, thus taking over the body of his own descendant.

This is really very unfair.

Tang Ning thought, "It doesn't matter whether he is Feng Chengzi or not. I have divined and his existence is auspicious for our Wuxiang Clan."

Tang Xiaoxuan said: "If you can't backlash, tell me about the Snow Country Demon Infant."

Tang Ning thought to himself, "This is a big divination. I need to wait a little longer. Moreover, the Soul Threshold of the Ice Mirror Wasteland seems to be opening again in the next few days. I need to divine the suitable person to pick the treasure, and then prepare in advance. I can't miss the opportunity to pick the evil treasure again."

Tang Xiaoxuan said: "Once you figure it out, I will immediately send people to capture all the suitable treasure hunters."

After that, he suddenly paused and said, "I didn't have any idea before, but now I suddenly think that there is a connection between sacrificing the demon baby and the soul threshold of the Ice Mirror Wasteland?"

Tang Ning thought to himself, "Don't worry, let me tell you later."

Tang Xiaoxuan changed the subject and asked, "If that boy is really the ancestor of Fengcheng, then how should we arrange for his Taoist partner at the next gathering?"

Tang Ning thought to himself, "Old people are suitable for old people. He is Feng Chengzi, so I will just be his Taoist partner."

After saying that, the green-clothed goddess sighed softly: "Old friends have passed away. It is rare to see an old friend who can come back alive. Even if we were not destined to be together in the previous life, let me guard him and watch over him in this life. Just think of it as guarding the future of my Wuxiang Ancient Clan."

Tang Xiaoxuan was silent for a moment, then said, "Well, it depends on his realm. If he is really the ancestor of Fengcheng and has obtained a great opportunity, he must have an explanation for sitting on Xuanxin.

The Wind City Patriarch is the best at soul explosion. If he is good at it, he will definitely do something this time. In this way, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner hidden in our clan can also be returned to its original owner. "

Mount Guye, Xuanxin.

Although this Xuanxin is not the evil Xuanxin, Song Yan is no longer a single ghost Xuangen.

The Dixuan root is enough to complete the breakthrough to the Purple Mansion Realm here.

However, he needed something else.

According to the rules of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, if one wants to take something from the clan, one must either provide contribution points or barter.

Where does Song Yan have that thing?

However, Princess Xi has quite a few.

After knowing that what Song Yan needed was the "White Cave Crystal Jade" that encompassed the five elements, evil spirit, soul, and cause and effect, she looked strange, but still did it.

These things are extremely precious, and the heritage of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan is reflected here.

It does not exist anywhere else, but it exists in the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

After arranging this matter, Song Yan called Wang Susu, An Li, and Yu Xuanwei.
Then, in front of An Li, he raised his hand and drew the Blood Slave Talisman, engraved it on the forehead of Wang Susu, and also on the forehead of Yu Xuanwei.

Both Wang Susu and Yu Xuanwei have already reached the realm of the pseudo-mansion.

However, these two people were completely unable to retaliate against Song Yan, who was in the late stage of the Jiang Palace.

"This is an ancient blood slave talisman. It can nourish my body and soul with my blood essence and improve my cultivation speed, but my life and death are completely controlled by my thoughts. They will know a lot of my secrets, so I must use this talisman to control them."

After that, Song Yan lowered his eyes slightly and said softly: "An Li, the person you knew is no longer here."

An Li smiled faintly and said gently, "The person that Senior Brother knew is no longer here."

She stepped forward, raised her pretty face, and said, "Since this Blood Slave Ancient Talisman is so good, I want it too."

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, and finally slowly raised his finger and touched An Li's forehead, touching the once fragile love.

(End of this chapter)