Campus belle's cultivation master

The sky is as clear as sapphire, and the air is fresh and cold. Last night, just after a light snow, the ground seems to be covered with a layer of velvet brocade, mountains and valleys, Qionglouyuyu, wrapped in silver, beautiful.

Blood, stained with silver white earth, turned into a narrow red line and stretched all the way to the foot of the mountain. Immediately spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot spot.

The young disciples of Tianlan sect gathered in the distance, pointing and poking at the place dozens of meters away and covered by white sheets, whispering:

"What's the matter? Who is dead? "

"It's said that some of the outside disciples broke the rules and sneaked out to smoke in the middle of the night. They were all killed. Hiss, death is very miserable... "

"Who did it? Dare to work in my Tianlan sect, don't want to live? "

The Deacon Kong Wu, with his group of people, stood here to maintain order, calmly scolded: "it's none of your business, all go back!"

Some of the disciples walked away in silence, but more people gathered around and stretched their necks to look inside. There are also many other strong sects who came to attend the zongmen ceremony and have not left yet.

Suddenly, there was a slight commotion in the crowd:

"Look! The patriarch and elder Gongsun are here! "

Many young disciples of Tianlan sect hurriedly arranged their clothes and bowed to salute: "see you! See the elder! "

With the rapid breaking of the wind, the two figures came here from far and near with their feet in the void. They were full of clothes and immortals.

The Deacon Kong Wu was very busy to meet him and bowed down respectfully: "Lord! Elder

The patriarch yuan Luochen tossed the big sleeve of the broad robe, twisted his brow, and his face was a little blue.

In front of the practitioners all over the world, five disciples of Tianlan sect were killed in silence on their own territory. Naturally, he, the leader of the sect with excellent reputation, felt that he was disgraced.

The eldest husband Sun Zhong's eyes swept around, and his tone was a bit harsh: "where are so many people around? What glorious thing do you want to tell the world? "

Kong Wu's forehead was sweating, and he carefully replied, "elder, I've advised you to calm down, but they're guests. It's not good for them to speak too harshly."

Gongsun Zhong gritted his teeth and looked more and more unhappy: "it has been seven days since the boy surnamed Lin was sealed by the patriarch. What do these people want to do when they are reluctant to leave? Do you really think that boy has the ability to climb back from prison? Oh, his spring and autumn dream

"Well, leave these people alone." With a gloomy face, the patriarch yuan Luochen strode to the foot of the mountain and bent down to pull up a corner of the white sheet.

Sun Zhong, the eldest husband, twirled his beard and glanced at it. He was shocked and took a breath: "this is..."

The corpse, covered under the white sheet, has twisted limbs, dark purple skin, and dense weird runes. It looks like countless leeches clinging to the corpse, which makes people feel that their sweat hairs stand upright and their scalp numb.

"Damn it." The patriarch yuan Luochen's cheek was tight, and he swore a low curse, "the ghost witch sect, which is their usual ghost rune, is said to nail the soul of people in the place of death, never to live beyond life, and bear the unbearable suffering day and night."

Sun Zhong, the eldest husband, gasped, turned his head and looked around. He swept the faces of the onlookers: "some days ago, at the opening ceremony, people from the ghost sorcery sect came in."

"If we can kill people in silence under our eyes, at least we have to be a Heavenly Master. Maybe we are still a demigod." The patriarch yuan Luochen loosened the bed sheet and straightened his back with his hands. "Last year, in Baili County, we fought with the old Wushan ghost and brought back Baguio. The old man has always held a grudge, and most likely he came in person

Sun Zhongwei, the eldest husband, narrowed his old eyes and looked dignified: "old Wushan ghost, it seems that his cultivation has just entered the congenital realm. If he is really here, he will not die for the saint except revenge and trouble. "

The patriarch yuan Luochen nodded slightly: "the congenital holy body is the highest Taoist body, which is enough to write a legend of an era. I never expected that old thing to give up."

"Although he is just a beginner, his moves are strange and fierce. Even I have to be afraid of three points. I'd better be careful." He pondered for a moment and asked in a deep voice, "where's Baguio? Where is it now? "

Sun Zhonglie, the eldest husband, looked at the main peak of Tushan in the distance and said nothing.

Kong Wu, the deacon, followed him at the back, his hands drooping, listening to the conversation between the two patriarchs. He was scared out of his wits and his cheeks were as white as paper.

The ghost witch sect, the first of the six religions in Wushan, is very arrogant in southern Xinjiang. The cruelty of its means and the ruthlessness of its moves are even more frightening.

It's terrible that Tianlan sect, seemingly peaceful, secretly hides such fierce villains!

The patriarch yuan Luochen turned slowly, his eyes full of warning: "this matter must not be made public, no matter what you see or hear, you must not speak to the outside world, so as not to disturb the snake."

Kong Wu, the deacon, was slightly awe inspiring and hastily accepted the promise.

"Well, get rid of the body." Lord yuan Luochen slowly raised his hand, patted his shaking body, and emphatically warned, "remember, you can only use fire."

"Yes

Seeing that the other party's mood was stable, yuan Luochen took back his hand and immediately stepped into the air, and went up to the main peak of Tushan.

"Don't panic, the sky can't fall down yet." Sun Zhong, the eldest husband, gave Kong Wu a deep look. Then he rose up and followed the patriarch.

The Deacon Kong Wu stabilized his mind, turned around and gave a low order to the servant: "come on, get ready to make a fire."

The little disciples of Tianlan sect were busy, carrying firewood and burning charcoal in and out, piled up like a hill.

The fire started quickly. It was black and smoky. The smell of burning corpses made people nauseous. The onlookers also felt that they couldn't stand it. They yelled at each other and left.

In the crowd, a bent old figure slowly moved away from here. He raised his thin hand, pressed his hat brim and gave a low, hoarse sneer: "ha ha, we'll see. You are the saint of Tianlan sect. I'm going to make up my mind. "

"Well?" In the corner of his eyes, the Deacon Kong Wu caught a glimpse of the old man's figure, walking one step, shaking three times, walking one step, shaking three times

"Stop!" He suddenly felt the grain on his back, quickly turned around and drank loudly.

Next to the little disciples suddenly stopped, staring round, staring at, confused: "deacon Kong, what's the matter with you?"

Kong Wu stared at the empty slanting rear, his cheek was livid: "nothing, wrong..."