On the top of a certain mountain, the clouds and clouds were messy in the wind.
Why is she wearing a book when she is so good?
Since it is necessary to wear it, why not wear it on the heroine who has golden fingers flying all over the world, but she becomes an unlucky cannon fodder female supporting role.
The description of her in the book is terrible: not only did her parents die early, but she also had a bad horoscope, extremely poor talent, and all kinds of bad luck came one after another, and she ended up dead without any body parts.
Yun Ziyue expressed that she was unhappy with such a life.
"Hey, I grew up in the Quanzhen Taoist Temple. I'm known as the 'Genius Little Taoist'. I can't change my destiny against the will of nature, and changing my fortune is not something that can be done easily."
Accepting the reality, Yun Ziyue packed her luggage from the dilapidated wooden house where she lived alone and went down the mountain.
The scenery was just right, and it was a leisurely ride to the foot of the mountain.
Looking at the forked roads on the left and right, Yun Ziyue began to use her special skills.
Close your eyes, pinch your fingers, and mutter in your mouth that you want to figure out a bright road for yourself.
Before she could make up her mind, there was a strange feeling in the air. When she looked up, she saw a sudden black air rising from the southwest.
If it happens, this is a sign of great misfortune.
Without thinking much, Yun Ziyue ran towards the southwest.
About five or six miles later, she saw a tall archway with a sign reading: Liuxian Town.
The moment she stepped into Liuxian Town, Yun Ziyue's heart suddenly trembled.
There are all kinds of stalls on both sides of the street, and every house has its doors wide open.
However, wherever he looked, there was no one.
The ominous feeling in her heart became more and more intense, Yun Ziyue pinched her fingertips again, and then ran away in one direction.
In the huge altar square, a man in black robe stood on the tall Shennong tripod.
His long hair is as long as ink, hanging casually around his shoulders, and he wears a dark mask on his face, leaving no one able to guess his appearance.
But his abyss-like eyes were completely exposed to the bright sunlight.
Gloomy and sharp.
At this time, the man's whole body was filled with powerful spiritual power, and the golden spiritual current drove his long hair and clothes to dance without wind.
"Xing Yan, how dare you! There are hundreds of lives behind me. If you take action, you have to think carefully."
On the ground in front of the Shennong Cauldron, Song He was wearing a gray-white Taoist robe. There was blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and there were several scars on his body. The long sword in his hand had been broken into two parts, and it looked like a powerful crossbow.
The end of the road.
Behind Song He were the entire people of Liuxian Town. At this moment, they were all huddled and kneeling on the ground, their eyes showing extreme fear.
If you look carefully, you will see that these people have a red spiritual thread extending from their bodies, leading to the pine and crane in front of them.
"Oh, I don't dare. You treat these human lives as nothing, so why should I have any scruples? Don't think about dying. Even if you take the lives of thousands of people, it won't change the outcome of your death today.
"
Xing Yan slowly drew out the long sword from his waist. The moment the spiritual sword was unsheathed, a powerful and terrifying aura spread from his body.
Songhe looked at the sharp sword blade, his face turned pale.
Just now, Xing Yan had easily crushed him without using any weapons. Now that the sword was unsheathed, it was a foregone conclusion.
"No, you can't kill me. Crazy, you are really crazy. There are so many lives, you..."
Songhe shook his head desperately, muttering to himself in despair, but before Xing Yan could finish his nonsense, he swung his long sword, and a streak of blood spattered from Songhe's neck.
Songhe's eyes widened, and he kept a shocked and unwilling expression. His body "popped" and fell to his knees facing the ground.
As Songhe fell to the ground, the spiritual threads connecting him to the people suddenly broke, and then a cloud of blood mist exploded on everyone's chest, and they died instantly.
Yun Yanyue watched this scene helplessly, hiding behind a stone pillar in the distance and covering her mouth tightly.
Xing Yan flew off the Shennong Cauldron and landed on the ground. He gently raised his boots and stepped on Song He's stiff face. His eyes were disgusted and he quickly tapped Song He's head a few times with his fingertips.
Then Xing Yan's figure flashed and disappeared.
Yun Ziyue gasped for breath for a while, and then she came up to countless corpses under the dazzling sunlight and the heavy cold.
After checking the people first, there was no doubt that they all died from heart explosions.
Finally, Yun Ziyue came to Songhe's side, and he stared with a pair of eyes that were about to burst.
Yun Ziyue tried her best not to look at his face, and stretched out her hand to grope his head carefully. She clearly noticed something was wrong with Song He's body, but she couldn't find the problem.
"Alas..." Yun Ziyue sighed.
Why was it that just a short time after she entered the book, she encountered something like the first villain Xing Yan's bloodbath in Liuxian Town?
Judging from Xing Yan's last actions, there was no doubt that he had tampered with Song He's body, but unfortunately she couldn't find a way to break it.
In addition, Yun Ziyue is more concerned about who the people in Liuxian Town died for.
According to the book, these people were all brutally murdered by Xing Yan, and Song He tried his best to protect these people before he died.
But based on what she saw and heard, the truth seems to have yet to be verified.
"Ranchen, hurry up, over here!" Suddenly, a quiet female voice sounded quickly behind Yun Ziyue.
Lin Qingwu arrived at the altar square ahead of Jiang Ranchen. When she suddenly saw the scene in the square, she was so frightened that she screamed.
"ah!!!"
"Qingwu, what's wrong?"
Jiang Ranchen walked up quickly, with a long sword behind him, dressed in black clothes, and his star-browed sword pointed at the cold stars. His handsome features revealed a domineering and arrogant look.
Lin Qingwu's legs and feet were weak and her face was pale. As soon as she saw Jiang Ranchen, she turned around and threw herself into his arms, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably.
"That, that..."
Lin Qingwu huddled on Jiang Ranchen's chest, pointing tremblingly at the altar square ahead.
At this time, Jiang Ranchen had already smelled the turbulent smell of blood filling the air.
Looking up, he saw the huge square in front of him littered with corpses and blood, like a hell on earth.
Suddenly, Jiang Ranchen discovered a living figure among the countless corpses.
At this time, Lin Qingwu also noticed the existence of Yun Ziyue, and also saw the gray figure lying on the ground.
At that moment, Lin Qingwu didn't care about being afraid. She got out of Jiang Ranchen's arms and ran forward, "Taoist Master Songhe!"
Yun Ziyue stood up from Song He's side, and as soon as she straightened her back, Lin Qingwu's long sword was placed across her neck.
"Who are you, and why did you kill Taoist Songhe! And these people, why did you deal with them so cruelly!" Lin Qingwu glared at Yun Ziyue and cried out in grief and anger.
Yun Ziyue was speechless, frowning slightly, looking at the woman in front of her.
Is this person the cheating heroine in the book?
It's beautiful, but it seems to lack a bit of elegance and transparency.
Glancing at the sword at her neck, Yun Ziyue said coolly and calmly to Lin Qingwu, "You saw me kill someone with your own eyes? You couldn't help but draw the sword towards me. Don't you think your behavior was inappropriate?"
"You are still quibbling! Tell me, what were you doing squatting next to Taoist Songhe just now?"
"No matter what I'm doing, it's not killing people."
"So many people died tragically here, and you were the only one here, and you still dare to say it's not the case."
"..."
"Qing Wu, put down the sword. She is not the murderer." Jiang Ranchen walked up, glanced at Yun Ziyue and affirmed.
"How do you know she's not? Do you have any evidence?" Lin Qingwu glared at Yun Ziyue fiercely and said angrily to Jiang Ranchen.
"If she had the ability to kill Taoist Songhe, would she still be controlled by you?"
Hearing this, Lin Qingwu's face froze.
Taoist Master Songhe is Jin Dan Zhenren. If the person in front of her is really the murderer of Taoist Songhe, who would it be her turn to scream?
"But..." Lin Qingwu hesitated, still unwilling to take away the sword in her hand.
Jiang Ranchen glanced at Songhe's neck, "The most fatal wound on Master Songhe's body was the sword on his neck. This girl was not wearing a sword, and she didn't look like a cultivator. How could she kill him?"
