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

Chapter 193 192. Not touching the cause and effect, damaging the trace of the heavenly elixir (8.0K words - big chapter, please subscribe)
Song Yan did not go far, but just stopped at a deserted island near Tianli Island.

Before leaving, he secretly planted a tracking mark on the "cold-blooded old demon" Hong Qingsang, waiting for him to leave Tianli Island, and then "ask" him questions such as "whether there are high-level market towns in Xingluo Territory".

The devil's methods have always been wild, and he felt that this old devil who was famous here would not let him down.

On a deserted island, on a boulder beach, Song Yan raised his hand and summoned a pitch-black coffin. He opened the lid and looked at the bloody corpse and jade makeup inside.

The past scenes flashed back in his mind, including Yuzhuang's timidity when they first met at Paper Man Peak, and Yuzhuang's coldness when they met again at Piaomiao Sea. Later, when the Nanwu Jianmen was wiped out, Su Yao cursed at him, but Yuzhuang did not curse him. And then, he heard the story about Yuzhuang.

This female cultivator was born in the royal family of the Wei Kingdom in the mortal world. She was abused and turned into a cauldron that lived in fear all day long and dared not resist. Then she became jealous of evil and the rest of her story was one of bravery.

In such a chaotic world, how could she have the courage to slaughter all the royal family of Jin with just a sword to avenge her family?
What kind of courage would allow one to escape to the East China Sea while being hunted by the demons?

Fortunately, she found the bloody corpse of Zhang Han that she left in the East China Sea, and fortunately, she had the secret technique of refining corpses.

He also got a glimpse of what happened in the East China Sea from Cao Yunfei's mind.

Miss Yuzhuang finally became the person she once hated the most, and accepted his darkest side, even if that dark side was something he deliberately did at the time. This can be seen from Miss Yuzhuang's desire to promote the Puppet Sect.

Xueshi Yuzhuang was a head shorter than him and was petite and exquisite.

She was so close to him at this moment, so close to him that she could never be separated from him again, and so close to him that she would never have any disagreements with him again.

After mastering the "Corpse Refining Technique", Song Yan became extremely proficient in corpse refining. He gently placed his hand on the heart of the Blood Corpse Yuzhuang and began to refine this blood corpse that had barely reached the initial stage of Purple Mansion.

After a short while, the Blood Corpse Jade Makeup had been refined.

The sea is clear and the tide is rising. The tide is beginning to submerge the huge rocks on the beach.

Song Yan jumped up and landed on a huge rock.

Xueshi Yuzhuang sat beside him.

A pale little face, blood-red clothes, as petite and delicate as a porcelain doll, and a bloody and evil flying sword.

Xueshi Yuzhuang tilted her head slightly and leaned on Song Yan's shoulder, her mechanical pupils stiffly reflecting the sea tide in the twilight.

Song Yan suddenly recalled the scene of the young lady in jade makeup holding a candle and painting. Her red lips slightly opened, with a smile and expectation, she said, "Your ancestor of the Song Dynasty, he has gone to a very far place. But one day, the master will go to find him, and when he is found, the master can be with him forever."

Song Yan closed his eyes deeply, and an unspeakable feeling arose from the bottom of his heart.

Isn’t this situation a different kind of “together forever”?
Yuzhuang guessed the ending, but not the way.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, and lay back with his head tilted back. He raised his hand and took out jars of fine wine he had bought on Tianli Island from his storage bag. He casually broke the seals, placed a jar in Xueshi Yuzhuang's hand, and took another jar for himself. He then said, "It is a great joy for us to meet today. This matter should be made clear!"

After saying that, he held up the wine jar with both hands, and there was the smell of moongrass in the wine jar.

He remembered that when Yuzhuang was at the Paper Man Peak Shadow Play Pavilion, she often used moon grass to make tea for him. Those busy and panicky days, from dawn to sunset, were spent like that.

Gudu, Gudu, Gudu
Song Yan drank the wine in big gulps, and the wine hit him so hard that even his clothes and hair were soaked.

But Xueshi Yuzhuang did not drink. She just held the jar of wine quietly, watching the red in the distant sky gradually darken and then turn black.

The blood-stained robe fluttered, and the sleeves brushed Song Yan's ears, making him feel itchy.

Song Yan burst into laughter.

As he laughed, he became quiet again.

Time froze at the moment when Yuzhuang was the most gentle and affectionate, and also froze at the place where regret was the deepest.

The wet smell of alcohol, accompanied by the unique scent of moongrass, permeated the deserted island deep in the sea.

In Song Yan's arms, two small bronze leaves pried open his collar and crawled out.

The tiny tree roots rustled like snakes, and the tips of the roots lightly touched the wine soaked in his clothes. He suddenly froze, and then collapsed limply, looking like he was about to die.

But after a while, the root tip regained its vitality, and the small bronze leaf poked out from Song Yan's neck again, lying on his face, looking up with him at the colorful starry sky above the deep sea.

Time passed minute by minute, and the sky had turned gray without anyone noticing. The gray gradually became clear, until a line of white appeared on the horizon. The morning sun gradually rose, shining its light on everything in the world, including Song Yan.

"fake."

"all fake."

Song Yan did not stand up either, and murmured casually, "I saw it with my own eyes, there is no sun in the void at all."

he muttered.

But soon, he who seemed a little depressed a second ago, regained his incomparable vitality and enthusiasm the next moment. He excitedly jumped up, then waved and said, "Yuzhuang, come swim in the sea, come catch fish, we will eat fish for lunch today, whatever fish we catch will be eaten, haha!"

The simple daily life made him understand his own artistic conception again.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Blood Corpse Jade Makeup is nothing more than a corpse, a tool and a weapon that can no longer be used to express emotions. Even her successor, who she raised, thinks so.

But he didn't think so.

The seven emotions and six desires are all my true self. Crying and laughing are real, love and hate are real, and infatuation is also real.

Blood Corpse Jade Makeup is the final frame of Jade Makeup, the appearance of time frozen, and this appearance is enough to condense his true feelings.

Since his true feelings are real, then the Blood Corpse Jade Makeup is not a tool or a weapon, but a living being.

What does it matter whether the world is true or false?
What matters is what is true or false in his eyes!

“If I were to imitate the mind of heaven with my own mind.

What kind of sky is this?

Haha, it’s just an existence of a stronger realm.

So just become stronger and stronger.

One day, Heaven's will will mirror my heart.

What is true and what is false?
Heaven and earth have no say.

I said it, and it counts.”

Whoosh~~
Whoosh~~
The two figures swam into the deep sea, played for a while, and hunted fish and shrimp. When the scorching sun was shining in the sky at noon, Song Yan did not use magic to squeeze out the water on his robe, but took off his coat directly and hung it on the hot boulder to dry.

Fish and shrimp were cooked on the campfire. Xueshi Yuzhuang sat opposite him, picking up firewood and adding it to the campfire, then quietly watched him eat the fish and shrimp.

The tree roots came out from Song Yan's arms. Song Yan inserted a big fish that was well stewed and brought it to Vasushahua, smiling and saying, "Do you want to eat too?"

The tree roots take root.

In an instant, the cooked fish turned into ashes.

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, then cursed: "What a waste!"

Such a scene seemed like a peaceful and quiet painting for a moment.

half year later.
Only then did the "Old Demon of Snow" Hong Qingsang take his grandson and leave Tianli Island.

As a demon cultivator who has been struggling between life and death for many years, Hong Qingsang is extremely cautious.

He keenly sensed that the Divine Infant Monk who appeared at the auction had a connection with the blood corpse, but he had once spoken rudely to the Divine Infant Monk in front of him. This was nothing, but he had always been cautious, so he would rather stay in Tianli Island for a longer time to avoid possible pursuit.

These days, he also checked the surrounding waters and found that there was no news about the Divine Infant Monk.

He then felt relieved, and then left this morning with a team from the Baiqiao Sect that was out shopping on Tianli Island. Then they parted ways halfway and went in another direction.

The ocean was boundless. Hong Qingsang, along with a young man in a purple robe, rode a soul flag with billowing black smoke and quickly passed over the sea.

Suddenly, a strange emotion arose in his heart, not a sense of danger, but a sense of trance.

The bright moonlight was obscured by light clouds, and a pair of eyes appeared behind the clouds.

The eyes looked just like an ordinary one at first glance, but in just a moment they became extremely huge, so huge that they occupied his entire field of vision.

The moment Hong Qingsang looked into those eyes, he felt all the violence and darkness in his heart surge up. His mood, which had been so smooth with great difficulty, began to crack with just a glance from those eyes.

High in the sky, he vaguely saw a huge lip.

The lips opened and closed, and a sharp voice asked: "Where are you going?!"

Hong Qingsang stopped and kept muttering, "Where should I go? Where should I go?" For a moment, he was in a state of confusion, his eyes rolled around, and he was extremely lost.

He committed many evil deeds, including massacring people in cities, torturing and playing with countless women, and causing the destruction of countless families. When he saw the beautiful female corpse half a year ago, he even had the urge to have sex with her. However, due to his reputation, he deliberately let his grandson speak for him.

As for his grandson, he was actually just his descendant. When he was in the human world, he was just a bit of a scoundrel, but not a bad person. However, after he returned to his hometown and found this only bloodline, this grandson was like a "nouveau riche". In an instant, he discovered that he was actually the descendant of the Purple Mansion Immortal, and his character changed rapidly. Then, with his indulgence and encouragement, he became like him.

but
he.
He was not like this before, why did he get lost?

Where is he going to go? Where else can he go?

At this moment, a scream suddenly exploded in Hong Qingsang's ears: "Grandpa!!"

That was the voice of the purple-robed youth, and his voice was filled with shock and fear.

Hong Qingsang looked up hurriedly, only to see a giant hand covering the sky reaching out from the misty clouds.

The giant hand blocked the moonlight and blocked all his power. In fact, even if he tried his best, he couldn't deal with it, not to mention that his defenses were broken at this time, and he couldn't even take action in time.

The next moment, he felt his whole body being gripped tightly, and the defensive thoughts he subconsciously used were easily crushed by that hand.

Then, his soul felt cold, and he was pulled out completely, with dark tiger stripes crawling up his soul.

His body had been pierced by some strange tree roots and was quickly shrunken.

The young man in robes stared in amazement, he could hardly believe his eyes.

Because another Hong Qingsang appeared in front of him.

No matter his face or aura, it’s all the same, Hong Qingsang!
but
How is it possible to have two grandfathers in the world?
This horrifying scene was too shocking and difficult to understand for a person like him who was only in the late stage of the Crimson Palace.

The next moment, he vaguely saw a shackle-like gray light shooting towards him and penetrating into his body.

His body twitched, and in an instant, his will changed drastically.

He is still Hong Wucheng, the grandson of Hong Qingsang, but he only wants to follow the orders of the person in front of him wholeheartedly and will never frown even if he dies.

Song Yan carefully digested the information about this "Old Demon of Snow" Hong Qingsang, and then nodded with satisfaction, and then praised the ghost Hong Qingsang: "As expected of a demon cultivator who travels around, you are well-informed. Although you don't know the market of the Level 2 Xiuxuan Land, you have the pass to the largest market in the Xingluo Domain. Not bad, not bad, I didn't misjudge you."

While he was speaking, the flesh and blood body of a late Purple Mansion expert had been eaten up by Vashushahua.

Song Yan looked at the purple-robed youth and said, "Grandson, accompany grandpa for a walk."

Hong Wucheng said: "Yes, Grandpa!"

Song Yan was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something and raised his hand to use the "Ten Thousand Souls Banner" of the old demon Hanxue.

Compared to his banner that was mixed with hundreds of evil thoughts from outside the domain and could directly swing the Sha Gu spear as a hidden weapon, this banner was simply at the baby level.

He raised his hand and refined it instantly, then took out the city map from Hong Qingsang's storage bag, and then controlled the banner, intending to take Hong Wucheng away.

This is his understanding of "entering the world, but not being affected by karma": once you enter the world, if you are in your original body, you will eventually be affected by karma, unless others do not know you, and karma can arise and disappear. Or you can transform yourself into someone else, but you cannot transform yourself into someone else for long. Once you achieve your goal, you must withdraw as soon as possible, settle karma, and put an end to everything.

Thinking of this, a new insight suddenly emerged in his mind.

After he broke through to the Divine Infant stage, he lost his "formless talent" and also lost the "blessing of the formless ancestor". Although his "Demon Picture of Freedom" could also hide himself, the focus of "Demon Picture of Freedom" was not on appearance, but on the deeper aura of the soul, and it was even developing in the direction of "cause and effect".

But isn’t formlessness also a characteristic of freedom? And a characteristic of the lowest level?
There is no form, no self, no cause and effect, yet the true self is everywhere.

Song Yan suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment, and then he murmured to himself: "If this is the case, why can't I realize the state of no form? Yu Chitian is not my form, and Hong Qingsang is not my form either. I walk in the world without form."

He had a formless body in the past, and although he has lost it now, he still has the memory of it. These days, although he has been walking around and stopping here and there, seemingly doing some insignificant things in the world, he is actually comprehending the artistic conception all the time, in order to achieve the perfection of the divine infant.

At this moment, the "formless state of mind" came suddenly, and outside his soul, the secret treasure of his life emitted a faint golden light. These golden lights were like raindrops that fed back into his soul, giving him an indescribable feeling.

未几
On his panel, the "【Talent 2: Formless】" that had disappeared reappeared.

But this time, this "formlessness" was not bestowed by others, but was realized by himself, and it was only the lowest level of his understanding of "freedom".

This "formlessness" not only includes the rapid simulation of other people's spells, but also the subtle changes to one's own body shape.

Song Yan made slight adjustments so that he looked exactly like Hong Qingsang, and then flew towards the big market square with his banner.

A month later.
If Song Yan came by himself, it would take a lot of effort, but the Cold-Blooded Demon was obviously known to many people, and he was notorious for his evil deeds. After showing his pass, he entered the city smoothly.

No one doubted him.

Unless the power of the soul is far beyond that, it can be seen that the "little pendant grandson" of the Cold Blood Demon was locked by the Demon Mother Lock, and this Cold Blood Demon was completely transformed into another person.

It's a pity that this place is not a level 2 Xiuxuan city after all, and the person who can see through Song Yan has not appeared in such a place yet.

After a stroll, Song Yan bought all the maps he could find, and then put them together to form a larger map that extended to the mainland. After a brief comparison, he found that the area he was in was actually in the northeast of the ancient Three Kingdoms. If he took the shortest route to the mainland, it would take about a year.

However, the map of the Xingluo Domain market actually showed some "teleportation arrays". The nearest one only took one month to reach. The teleportation array led to an important trading city of the Mountain and Sea Demon Clan, which was very convenient.

Song Yan looked at the map and suddenly felt that the world was much smaller.

After he put away the map, he began to look for information about the "Dutian Pill".

Although the Divine Infant's late stage secret treasure is already as hard as a corpse monster, the Divine Infant's body is still relatively fragile.

Existence is reasonable, Song Yan still attaches great importance to the ancient cultivation method "Xuan Xin Ti" that he saw in the mysterious ancient tomb. At the beginning, he wanted to get this "Dutian Pill" by "asking Tang Yanzhang of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan to buy it for him", but in the end he waited for decades and didn't get it.

This time, he wanted to find it himself.

Song Yan took his grandson for a walk.

But every time I asked, I only got a shake of the head.

Song Yan came directly to a towering fairy building called "Fubaozhai" in the center of the market.

As he stepped inside, a female cultivator soon called him "Senior, Senior," and led him into the private room, and then began to ask what he needed. Although the cold-blooded old demon was vicious outside, he was quite well-behaved in this market. He had bought a lot of goods over the years and was considered a considerable customer.

At this time, the female cultivator said sweetly, "It was Chun'er who introduced me to you the last few times. Recently, Chun'er has left the fasting to practice. I, Ying'er, will definitely satisfy you."

Song Yan nodded and asked directly: "I want to buy the Duotian Pill. The Duotian Pill is also known as the Suntian Pill. Do you know it?"

"Suntian Pill?" Ying'er looked thoughtful and suddenly asked, "Senior, does this pill have other names? Duotian and Suntian are probably ancient names."

Song Yan said: "Go and ask again, I will wait for you here."

After that, he threw a large bag of black jade on the table and said, "If you get accurate information, it will be yours."

Ying'er stared at the large bag of black jade with a bright light in her eyes. She stood up hastily, bowed, and said, "Senior, please wait a moment. If there is such a Heaven-Sinning Pill, I will definitely ask for it for you!"

Immediately, she bowed and left.

Song Yan waited patiently.

After a long time, Ying'er returned with a strange look on her face and said, "Senior, I asked all my colleagues in the room and even asked the shopkeeper, but no one knew. But two years ago, a cultivator came in a hurry and sold a strange item, and this item was related to the Suntian Pill."

Hong Wucheng said impatiently: "Just say it! Does my grandfather still have the heart to listen to your nagging?"

Ying'er said hurriedly: "The monk showed a list of elixirs, saying that as long as someone takes her away from here, she can help that person get any elixir on the list.

I, Fubaozhai, was also engaged in the intelligence business, so I published this information. However, the names of the pills on the list were really weird. Some monks had seen them, but they had never made a deal. "

Hong Wucheng said: "There is a Heavenly Pill in the list of pills, right?!"

Ying'er said, "Yes."

Song Yan said calmly: "Let's ask that monk to come and talk."

Ying'er said carefully: "Senior, the monk only left a communication stone, nothing else."

Song Yan said: "Contact him."

He felt a little nervous. After all, the monk was obviously in trouble doing this kind of business. He just didn't know if he could survive for two years.

Ying'er responded respectfully, and then said, "Please wait a moment, Senior. I will go get the key and bring the communication stone back later."

moment.

The communication stone was brought in and the connection was established.

The person on the other side didn’t speak.

Ying'er took the lead and said, "This is Fubaozhai. A big customer is asking about your situation."

The man on the other side spoke calmly, "I can swear a soul oath that I can help you get any of the pills on the list. But before you meet me, you must also swear a soul oath to protect me and take me away from here, and you must not attack me or kill me afterwards."

Song Yan said directly: "Okay."

As soon as the words fell, everyone was stunned, including the monk on the other side of the communication stone.

The monk asked, "What realm are you in, senior?"

Song Yan said: "Late Purple Mansion."

The monk said, "The trouble I encountered may be at the same level as yours. It would be better to let you know first."

Song Yan said: "I know, come on."

The monk said again: "Please take the soul oath first, senior. I hope to have the master of Fubaozhai witness it. The master's reputation has never been wrong. As long as he witnesses that it is correct, I will come immediately."

Hong Wucheng sneered: "Young man, you..."

Song Yan raised his hand to interrupt his grandson's arrogant speech.

The monk hurriedly said, "Please forgive me, senior, but I really can't do anything."

Song Yan looked at Ying'er.

Ying'er said, "If you want to do this business, I will report to the host first."

Half an hour later.

The top floor of Fubaozhai.

Song Yan pulled the soul of "Cold-blooded Old Demon" Hong Qingsang, pressed the "authentic handprint" on the soul oath contract, and then looked at the smiling master on the other side.

The host looked at it for a moment, nodded slightly, and said to the other side of the communication stone: "Young man, Mr. Hong has already sworn a soul oath, you should not push it any further, come here quickly."

Hearing the voice and tone, the monk on the other side sounded happy, and she said happily: "I'll come right over, I'll come right over!"

The host's expression changed slightly, and he asked suspiciously, "Maybe he knows me."

Song Yan said, "Thank you, Master. I will go downstairs and wait."

at dusk
A tightly wrapped female cultivator wearing a mask appeared in front of the door of Fubaozhai. She hesitated for a long time before carefully stepping inside, hunching her back and lowering her head, looking left and right, as if she was looking for someone.

Song Yan quickly noticed her, and brought Hong Wucheng to her and asked, "Are you the pill seller?"

The female cultivator did not speak, but just nodded hurriedly.

Hong Wucheng was about to make some outrageous remarks when he was interrupted by Song Yan.

Song Yan said: "Xiaocheng, go back to the sect and wait for me. This time I have to go on a long journey."

Hong Wucheng reluctantly said, "Grandpa."

Song Yan said: "Go ahead."

Hong Wucheng then left, feeling fear, helplessness and relief in his heart. He really had no idea what this old demon was going to do.

Without saying anything, Song Yan took the female cultivator out of Fubaozhai. After walking a little further away, he activated the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, carrying the female cultivator, and turned into billowing black smoke that flew away into the air. Half an hour later, he took the initiative to ask, "Can you speak now?"

The female cultivator no longer suppressed her feelings and said directly: "Thank you, senior."

Her voice was unexpectedly different from the voice of the communication stone before.

But she spoke slower and slower, and at the end she saw the old man in front of her quickly turned into a young man, and the young man had very beautiful eyes.

The female cultivator's cheeks flushed instantly, and her heart was beating wildly like a deer in the woods.

"Senior, it turns out you are not Hong Qingsang." Her voice became gentle.

Song Yan smiled gently and raised his hand. The aura of the female cultivator in front of him began to change and hide.

His eyes suddenly turned golden, and he could clearly see the thoughts clinging to the female cultivator's soul, as well as the unknown tracking aura on her body.

The thought is fine, it is only used to connect and find out the body's death, but it cannot determine the location.

As for the "tracking aura", Song Yan raised his hand, and his hand overlapped with the hand of the white-robed immortal. With a light tap, the tracking aura disappeared.

"Okay, I've solved your little problem. I don't need to know who you are, but I want to make sure you can really help me get the Suntian Pill?"

"Yes!" The female cultivator took off her mask, revealing a beautiful face.

And on that face, the eyes were hazy, the lips were moist, and she looked delicate and tempting.

"Senior, I, I'm a little unsteady on my feet. I'll hold you from behind, okay?"

"casual."

As soon as she finished speaking, the female cultivator had already put her arms around Song Yan's waist from behind, and then she leaned close to him and said softly, "Junior. Han Caier."

The owner of Fubaozhai was drinking tea on the rooftop when he suddenly received a summons.

"Master, Cai'er is missing!"

The owner of Fubaozhai was stunned and asked, "What's going on?"

The messenger said, "Cai'er went out at 3 pm today and has not returned yet."

The master of Fubaozhai cursed angrily: "I raised it to take away your essence and enhance your strength, how could you lose it?!"

A crying voice came from the message: "I don't know either. Cai'er has been fine these years. She doesn't know the specialness of her body. She practices flying swords in the surrounding area every day. I have had people secretly watching her before, but she has always been very well behaved and has always been very infatuated with me. I didn't continue to watch her."

"How foolish! How foolish! Han Cai'er has a special physique, an extremely rare blood essence body! If I hadn't seen it in ancient books, I wouldn't have recognized it!

If you can use the secret technique to absorb the blood essence of this body when she enters the Crimson Palace, you will be able to obtain all her powers! By then, you will be the eighteenth blood in the Crimson Palace, and you will be invincible among your peers. The future is promising!"

The master of Fubaozhai shouted angrily, then listened to the blood relative begging for mercy on the other side of the communication stone, and said with a pause: "Forget it, forget it. I have placed a tracking mark for her, let's take a look. This Cai'er really doesn't know what's good for her! She has used a lot of my family's resources over the years, and now she wants to run away? Ha, it's not that easy!"

The master of Fubaozhai immediately used magic.

But when he used it, he found that "the tracking breath" was cut off!

He was stunned and stood there.

After a long while, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "When did Cai'er go out?"

"Shen Shen Time"

"Was she in front of you at noon?"

"No, she usually doesn't go out at noon, but she went out today."

The eyes of the master of Fubaozhai burned with anger, and he suddenly understood.

It turns out that Han Caier is the monk who provided the "pill list"!

No wonder she is so mysterious, and no wonder she wants Hong Qingsang to swear a soul oath in front of her!

What a calculation, what a courage!
It’s really good!!
The master of Fubaozhai became angrier the more he thought about it. He suddenly stood up and went to the Hanxue Demon Sect.

Han Caier is a blood essence body, which consumes a lot of his resources. This is related to the rise of his family's descendants. It is a major plan for the family and cannot be lost! !
Ten days later
The Cold Blood Demon Sect.

The master of Fubaozhai looked down coldly at the sects under him, the anger in his eyes had been completely ignited.

Hong Wulian seemed not to notice his anger and said directly: "Grandpa said that since he has promised to protect the female cultivator, there is no reason for him to regret it! Whatever you want, my Frost Blood Demon Sect will take it!"

The master of Fubaozhai said, "Go and tell the old demon Hanxue that I have a way to cancel the soul oath! Ask him to bring Han Caier back quickly! As for the information that the old demon Hanxue wants, I will definitely get it from Han Caier and give it to him for free!"

Hong Wulian sneered disdainfully.

The master of Fubaozhai said sternly: "Young man, you are looking for death!!"

Hong Wulian said: "You want to bully the weak? Wait until my grandfather comes back."

"Shut up!"

The head of Fubaozhai said angrily, "Go tell the old demon Hanxue, if he doesn't come back, I will massacre the Hanxue Demon Sect with blood!"

Hong Wulian said with a "tsk tsk" sound: "If you dare to touch a hair of mine today, my grandfather will not let you go."

The master of Fubaozhai fell silent.

Hong Wulian was terrified, but feeling the will coming from the other side, he could only bite the bullet and said as usual: "Do you dare to touch a hair on my head? Do you dare? If you don't dare, then leave quickly!"

The master of Fubaozhai looked cold, and he summoned a gem made of the power of thought and pushed it down fiercely, instantly smashing Hongwulian and the palace hill below it into meat paste and ruins.

"I moved."

The owner of Fubaozhai said coldly.

After saying this, he let out a long sigh, feeling that this hatred was inexplicable.

Although the old demon Hanxue is not easy to deal with, if he kills his grandson today, the latter will definitely take revenge.

For a moment, he didn't care about looking for Han Caier anymore, he just wanted to move the family quickly.
At this time, in a deserted island cave far away from the Hanxue Demon Sect.

Song Yan sensed everything that was happening in the distance, nodded slightly, and thought to himself: "This cause and effect is completely over. What happens next has nothing to do with me."

As for Han Cai'er, she was crawling in the cave and writing quickly at this time.

That was a letter.

There was a token pressed on the corner of the letter, and the letter was written to an alchemist named Old Man Heilian.

Old Man Black Lotus possesses the "Four-petal Black Lotus Fire", which is a special fire required to refine the Suntian Pill.

(End of this chapter)