In the dark night, the fire in the temple burned half of the sky red.
Xing Yan flew over from a distant rooftop, and the firelight reflected on his dark mask and burned in his cold eyes.
That woman could fool others, but she couldn't blind him.
Not only was this fire intentional on her part, but the inexplicable piece of paper was able to suppress the evil energy all over Songhe's body, and in vain the weapon he had forged lost three points of its power.
With a gloomy look in his eyes, Xing Yan raised his hands and patted her gently, "You haven't woken up yet."
For an instant, there seemed to be an unusual movement coming from the blazing flames.
It wasn't the sound of the roof beams collapsing, but more like the "crunching" sound of human bones reorganizing.
Through the layers of flames, a figure stood up from the ground and walked towards the door of the palace on the blazing fire.
Songhe's Taoist robe was burned to pieces, but his body was intact.
His face was blue-grey, as full of death as a zombie, and his eyes, which could never be opened again, were completely black.
Songhe walked slowly to Xing Yan, knelt down on his knees, and said in a stiff voice, but the respect in it could be heard, "Master."
"Oh, it's a good thing that you still recognize your master. If that woman's brain was damaged, I don't know how many pieces I should break her into."
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On the other side, Jiang Ranchen led everyone back to the Yi Zhuang where the corpses of the people were placed.
After finding a clean place to put Yun Ziyue down, Lin Qingwu immediately handed him a wet handkerchief, "Ranchen, wipe your face first."
Jiang Ranchen took it and thanked him.
Looking at Yun Ziyue, whose face was also stained with black ash, Jiang Ranchen took the lead in wiping her face clean with a handkerchief, and then wiped his own.
After wiping it, the white handkerchief had turned black. Jiang Ranchen said embarrassedly: "The handkerchief is dirty. I'll wash it and return it to you."
Jiang Ranchen stuffed the handkerchief into his arms smoothly, Lin Qingwu's cheeks turned red slightly as she watched his movements, and she immediately forgot about the unpleasantness of him wiping Yun Ziyue's face.
Lin Qingwu and Jiang Ranchen met by chance half a month ago. After talking, they found out that they were both going to Lingyun Sect, so they went together.
Lin Qingwu was beautiful, and Jiang Ranchen was even more handsome. After spending half a month together day and night, Lin Qingwu had a good impression of him.
"Ranchen, what happened? How could there be a fire in the good hall?"
As soon as Lin Qingwu asked, others also focused on Jiang Ranchen.
Jiang Ranchen was already convinced that Yun Ziyue accidentally knocked over the lantern. In order to avoid being criticized by everyone, Jiang Ranchen lowered his eyes and said regretfully: "Unexpectedly, the wind blew over the candlestick on the table."
When Yun Ziyue woke up, the sky was already dim.
Originally, she was still thinking about how to explain the cause of the fire so that no one would become suspicious.
Unexpectedly, this matter was overshadowed by Jiang Ranchen's simple words. It seems that her acting skills of risking her life are good.
At noon, the fire in the temple was completely burned out.
Lin Qingwu hoped to find some remains of Songhe from the ruins, but unfortunately, after digging over a large area, no trace was found.
Seeing this, Yun Ziyue was completely relieved. It seemed that Songhe's body had been completely burned to ashes.
In this case, even though Xing Yan is extremely capable, he can't make a corpse. The best he can do is to use Song He's ashes to make a clay figurine.
After burying the people of Liuxian Town, the sun had already set in the west.
Under the archway in Liuxian Town, Lin Qingwu asked Yun Ziyue, "Miss Ziyue, where are you going next."
"I haven't thought about it yet. Let's just go wherever we go." Yun Ziyue stretched her body, her mood was extremely good.
"That being the case, have you ever thought about cultivating immortality? This time, Qingwu and I are going to Lingyun Sect to participate in the Yunxiao Conference held every ten years. I heard that all those who pass the selection can become apprentices and practice in Lingyun Sect, and even
There is an opportunity to become a direct disciple of the sect."
As soon as Jiang Ranchen made the suggestion, Lin Qingwu frowned slightly and looked at Yun Ziyue nervously.
Somehow, she didn't want to see Yun Ziyue nodding in her heart.
Fortunately, Yun Ziyue had no intention of doing so. The Yunxiao Conference was a fairy tale between the male and female protagonists, so she was not there to join in the fun.
"No, I haven't thought about cultivating immortality for the time being. Let's say goodbye and see you again when we are destined."
Yun Xianyue's long hair was swaying and she turned around alone.
Half an hour later, she stood at a fork in the road of life again.
This time she made a divination in an extraordinarily detailed manner, but her expression changed from doubtful to dejected.
Needless to say, the life of her body is too weak.
There are three roads at the T-shaped intersection, but none of them is Yangguan Avenue.
"Forget it, since you want to break through the level, let's pick the most vicious one."
The moon was sparse, and Yun Ziyue was walking on a winding forest path.
Who can tell her why this road is getting narrower and narrower, the forest is getting denser and denser, and the only moonlight above her head is completely obscured by thick branches and leaves.
The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet, and in complete darkness, Yun Ziyue suddenly stopped and stared at the shadow ahead that was darker than the night.
"..." In just a moment, all the hairs on Yun Ziyue's body stood up.
If she felt it right, the shadow in front of her was clearly a human figure.
If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely ask out loud at this time, but Yun Ziyue didn't.
She gritted her teeth and approached the figure step by step.
The man didn't move, he just stood there without making a sound.
"Haha, I caught you." Yun Ziyue rushed forward and clasped the man's arm tightly with both hands. The cold touch caused the blood in her body to boil.
This kind of coldness and stiffness is not what a living person should have!
Astonished, Yun Ziyue raised her head and saw Songhe's pale, dead face, and his black eyeballs without the whites of his eyes.
