My filial piety has deteriorated, so I have no choice but to be a rebellious disciple

"Then call you, how is Yun'er?"

Following Yun'er's words, Ye Yiyun's heart started beating uncontrollably, joyful and shy at the same time.

The already drooping head sank even deeper, let alone buried in his chest.

"what ever."

"Then let's call it Yun'er! Yun'er? Yun'er?"

"Are you annoyed? Shut up!"

Ye Yiyun lay on the table like an ostrich, tightly covering her ears.

cloud?

She remembered her life in a secular family, and now everyone calls herself Qingfeng Daoist. How long has it been since someone called her by this nickname?

At the same time, in the city lord's mansion.

Shao Yinhua looked at Wu Yazi with a sinister look and asked accusingly:

"Then why is Ling Xiaodong fine? Is this what you expected?"

"How do I know! The Azure Dragon Scarlet Blood Formation should be foolproof!"

Wu Yazi walked up and down the house restlessly,

"This further shows that they are really unfathomable!"

"Then what do we do next! Just let him go like this?"

Wu Yazi stopped, glared at Shao Yinhua, waved his hand, and a clear and loud slap was slapped on her face.

"Stupid! Let him go? Whether he lets us go is a problem! If he finds out the truth, we will all die here!"

Shao Yinhua covered his face and looked at Wu Yazi resentfully without saying a word.

It was easy to dodge this palm with her great master skills, but she didn't dare.

Wu Yazi stopped suddenly, with a frantic expression on his face, and made up his mind.

"I can't help it. Although the time has not yet come, I will start the big formation today and sacrifice the entire city of Pengcheng with blood!"

After finishing speaking, he opened the underground secret door of the City Lord's Mansion and went down the ladder.

His figure gradually disappeared into the thick darkness.

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"Yun'er, are you thirsty? Can I get you some water?"

"Not thirsty!"

"Yun'er, are you hungry? I'll go down and buy you something to eat."

"Not hungry!"

"Yun'er, you... hey, hey, it hurts."

"Ling Xiaodong, you're not finished, are you?"

Ye Yiyun twisted Ling Xiaodong's ears angrily, pulling him until he grinned.

"Didn't you tell me to call you Yun'er?"

"I told you not to call me aunt, who allowed you to call me that!"

Ye Yiyun blushed and defended, after all, she had the final right of interpretation.

"I was wrong, I was wrong. It's getting late. Let's take a rest."

Ling Xiaodong hurriedly begged for mercy, and Ye Yiyun let him go.

The two of them walked to the side of the bed only to find that the bed could not sleep anyone at all.

Ye Yiyun blushed and gave Ling Xiaodong a hard look.

Ling Xiaodong had no choice but to ask the boy to carry another quilt up.

After washing up, Ye Yiyun got into bed early and lay down. After all, she had just recovered from a serious illness today and was exhausted from being tossed back and forth like this.

She reluctantly opened her eyelids, looked at what Ling Xiaodong was messing with with the old quilt under the bed, and asked:

"What are you doing? Turn off the lights and go to sleep."

"almost ready!"

Ling Xiaodong carefully cut a piece of cloth from the bed sheet along the edge, and then satisfactorily pointed the piece of cloth to the candlelight.

Only then did Ye Yiyun see the dots of wintersweet on the white sheets.

She just watched Ling Xiaodong carefully fold the piece of cloth and put it in her arms quietly, without saying a word to stop it.

In his heart, he was happy that Ling Xiaodong cherished him like a little daughter, but also felt ashamed that his son-in-law took this thing away.

She lifted the quilt slightly to cover her face, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyes with affection.

Ling Xiaodong got directly into Ye Yiyun's quilt, causing the beauty to cry out coquettishly.

"Why are you sleeping in my quilt? Go to your own place."

Ling Xiaodong ignored Ye Yiyun's slender waist and hugged her into his arms instead.

"Ah, let go, I'm your aunt!"

Ye Yiyun writhed in Ling Xiaodong's arms and was restless.

Ling Xiaodong had no choice but to put his lips to her ear and whisper softly:

"Yun'er, be good, go to sleep."

The warm breath hit the sensitive neck, and the gentle words hit the heart directly.

Ye Yiyun's delicate body trembled, and it softened into a pool of spring water, lying softly in his arms.

Seeing that Ye Yiyun had finally calmed down, Ling Xiaodong slowly told Ye Yiyun about discovering that Mu Qinghe was the saintess of the Luo Sect, and that he broke into the Luo Sect in anger.

Ye Yiyun was startled and frightened when she heard this, and stretched out her hand to caress Ling Xiaodong's body up and down.

"Aren't you hurt?"

"No, it's just that the fact that Mu Qinghe is the saintess of Luojiao shocked me. I didn't expect that she would cast a curse on you."

When Ling Xiaodong thought of Mu Qinghe, he hated him. That woman dared to attack Ye Yiyun, making him almost lose Aunt Yun.

"Curse? What curse?"

Ye Yiyun was puzzled.

Now Ling Xiaodong was at a loss.

"It's the evil curse that makes you lose all your yang energy. Wu Yazi told me."

Ye Yiyun explained: "I was backlashed by the green dragon's scarlet blood array to become what I was before. What does it have to do with the spell?"

Ling Xiaodong's mind became even more confused.

Wasn't it because of Mu Qinghe?

But she is indeed the saint of the cult, so what is the purpose of her getting close to him?Could Wu Yazi be lying?

Ling Xiaodong's already tired brain could no longer deal with these complicated problems, he yawned deeply, and decided to ask Wu Yazi tomorrow to clarify.

He just fell asleep with Ye Yiyun in his arms.

If someone could look down from the top of Pengcheng at this time, they could see the whole Pengcheng glowing with a faint red light, and they could faintly see a huge bloody word "ghost".

Red, runny, viscous, pungent.

Ling Xiaodong stood in such a lake.

where is this?

He looked around blankly, surrounded by endless red lake water, only submerged his knees.

Red lake?

Ling Xiaodong picked up a handful of lake water and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff. A pungent rust smell hit his nose and brain, making him regain consciousness.

He looked up to the sky, the sky was covered with mist, only a blood moon shining brightly in the sky.

Ling Xiaodong's consciousness stings extremely, and the alarm bells in his heart are loud, and he suddenly opened his eyes again.

In an instant, in an instant, he was awake, like a person who had held his breath underwater for a long time finally showed his head on the surface of the water.

Ling Xiaodong found himself standing on the street, with the round blood moon still above his head.

Looking around, the surrounding streets and alleys are full of men, women and children, the only thing in common is that they all have blank eyes, staring at the blood moon in the sky.

Ling Xiaodong was terrified by the strange scene, but he remembered more important things in a flash.

Where's Aunt Yun?

He looked around and found that Aunt Yun was beside him, so he was relieved.

The men and women on the street seemed to be getting up in their sleep, so some were wearing shorts and some were wearing bellybands. However, I and Aunt Yun both slept in their clothes, so they were still neatly dressed.

Ling Xiaodong grabbed Ye Yiyun's shoulder and shook it back and forth.

"Aunt Yun, wake up!"

In desperation, Ling Xiaodong called out the most fluent title.

But no matter how much he shouted, Ye Yiyun still stared blankly at the blood moon in the sky, like a walking dead.

In desperation, he remembered the two magic spells that Ye Yiyun had given him before going down the mountain, and quickly bit his finger, and quickly drew symbols on Ye Yiyun's clothes.

"A superstar, never-ending response. Exorcising evil spirits, protecting life and body. Wisdom is clear and pure, and the mind is peaceful. The three souls are eternal, and the soul is never lost. Urgency is like a law!"

At the same time that the Purifying Mantra was cast, the light in Ye Yiyun's eyes regained, and she looked around in a daze, not knowing what happened.

"Aunt Yun, are you awake?"

"here is?"

"This is Pengcheng Street." Ling Xiaodong replied.

Ye Yiyun woke up in an instant, she looked vigilantly at the strange crowd around her, and looked up to see that bloody moon again.

She exclaimed: "The Ghost King's Moon-devouring Spirit Offering Formation!"

Ye Yiyun once read the description of this formation in an ancient book.

This is an extremely cruel method of evil ghost cultivation. This formation requires the souls of tens of thousands of people to feed the blood moon, and then let the ghost emperor tamed by the ghost cultivator devour the blood moon. The evil spirit of the ghost emperor and the resentment of tens of thousands of people interact together. The collisions are canceled out, leaving only the purest spirits.

At this time, the ghost cultivator can take the opportunity to occupy this powerful spirit body, no matter what state he was in before, he will finally step into the eight trigrams state in one step.

But because this formation is too contrary to the way of heaven, according to the records, it should have been destroyed in the world long ago. How could it appear in Pengcheng?

"Hahahahaha!"

A burst of wild laughter pierced through the center of the city, the sound was as loud as a bell, and could be heard clearly in the whole Pengcheng.

An old man with white hair and beard soared into the sky on a bat burning with dark red flames.

"I Wu Yazi attained the Tao, today! When I cultivate the eight trigrams, what can the national teacher do to me!"

Ye Yiyun and Ling Xiaodong exclaimed together: "Wu Yazi!"

They never thought that the benevolent Wu Yazi was actually the mastermind behind the scenes.

"Aunt Yun, what should I do now?"

Ye Yiyun's face turned ashen,

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"The formation has been activated, and this place has become a small world outside the original world. Unless Wu Yazi's body can be killed, the formation will not stop."

But Wu Yazi has already flown thousands of miles into the sky on the Ghost King. Looking at that distance, even a twelve-stone hard bow cannot touch his sleeve. The only people who can solve the current predicament are Bagua Realm monks.

It's a dead end now!