Chapter Twelve: Water Cries, Wind Howls and Seven Kills
"Even if you have divine power, it won't be difficult for the two of us to work together to kill this Hongxian girl before she dies."
The two guardians of the Tianhu Sect said it easily, but Wei Moyan's heart sank. These two octogenarians had rich experience, and they saw the clues in just a few actions, and concluded that Xia Qingluan was the almost perfect Wei Moyan. The only life gate, and based on this, they pressed forward step by step. The worst thing was that they had nothing to do if they wanted to fight to the death and hurt her.
Forget it, Qingluan's poisoning is in urgent need of treatment, and the key is to solve the Tianhu Sect as soon as possible.
"You guys wait here. If I die, I will go back on my own."
Seeing Wei Moyan's gloomy expression, Shen Yuqing's expression changed rapidly. She was just a bit pretty, but this Hongxian was so loved by the Pavilion Master that he even gave up the Deputy Hall Master to save her. Back then, Shen Yuqing betrayed his master and entered Poyue. Ge, because of Wei Moyan's almost ruthless style of dominance. He believes that only those who are ruthless and never moved by women's feelings are qualified to become the owners of the country.
But now Wei Moyan has changed. Ever since Hongxian entered the Poyue Pavilion, the Pavilion Master has become elusive. He has given up countless moral principles for her. Even the purpose of revenge has become unclear, and he is no longer righteous at all. Dragon among men.
Shen Yuqing secretly clenched his fists and vowed to get rid of the red string if given the chance!
——————————The flickering lights in the hall seemed like a call, more like a provocation from the leader of Tianhu Sect, Rong Zhen.
There are no windows in the black hall. The stone platform made of marble hangs above the lake. It is only illuminated by hundreds of white candles in the water. The combination of black and white has a vague ghostly feel.
"It's so easy for me to wait. Thinking that Miss Hongxian is like a close friend, I can't wait to take good care of her." A childish voice with a little charm came from high in the hall.
Xia Qingluan raised her head. She didn't expect that the Tianhu Sect's main hall was so big. There was a stone bridge like a plank road in mid-air. A figure dressed in dazzling white was standing upright on the stone bridge, with a white fox-like face. The mask is undoubtedly authentic.
The sound of hunting sounded, and the white gauze clothes trailing to the ground fell to the ground like flying snowflakes.
"I have been in seclusion for twenty years. I never expected that so many outstanding figures would emerge in the world. Although I cannot discuss and talk with Yue Lao in person, it is not bad to be able to collect his disciples." Rong Zhen chuckled and took off his white jade mask. , Xia Qingluan was surprised by the clear appearance in the candlelight.
In her prime, her flower-like appearance is no different from that of a young girl.
Rong Zhen's voice sounded like that of a young girl. Although she knew that the Tianhu Sect claimed to have the magic of foxes with longevity equal to that of Tianqi, such a young face was too scary. You must know that she was already past her sixtieth year, and she was still old enough. Be Xia Qingluan's grandmother.
"I'm afraid it's your ugly face that's been collected." A cold light flashed past, and it turned out that the Mo Heng sword in Wei Moyan's hand had been unsheathed. The moment the cold light disappeared, Xia Qingluan felt cold, and the people around him were no longer there. .
Rong Zhen, who was wily and scheming, had long expected that Wei Moyan would make a sudden move, and he dodges to stand more than ten steps behind. He thought that this would kill the opponent's limelight, but he didn't expect that there was a harsh stabbing sound, and the sleeve on his left shoulder was broken. Most of it!
Rong Zhen is confident that his skills are as fast as ghosts, but Wei Moyan is even better than ghosts. The difference in strength can be seen after just a few moves. He has such profound skills at such a young age. No wonder he can build Poyue Pavilion and sweep across the world in a short period of time. .However, his fatal weakness is already in hand and he can deliver a fatal blow at any time.
Finally getting an opening, Rong Zhen hurriedly shook off Wei Moyan and jumped onto the stone platform. The neat and luxurious white gauze clothes were already tattered and almost rags everywhere, and he was in an extremely messy state.
"The Wei family has talented people from generation to generation. I am really envious of it. It seems that above martial arts, our Linghu Sect has no chance of winning." Rong Zhen smiled seductively, with a ruthless look in his eyes: "It's a pity that Pavilion Master Wei is too confident.
, when you join our Heavenly Fox Sect, you can still be leisurely and carefree with your sweetheart. If it were someone else, it would be nothing more than killing her or casting a spell as a sacrifice, but Miss Hongxian is deeply admired by me, how can I bear to hurt her?"
He wanted to fight quickly and pursued Rong Zhen blindly, but neglected Xia Qingluan. Wei Moyan decisively stopped his hand, raised his sword upside down, and returned to Xia Qingluan's side with a movement of his body.
"Don't worry about me, I won't die." Xia Qingluan was as cold as ever, indifferent to Wei Moyan's kindness. No matter what Wei Moyan said or did, she believed that it was all lies. There was no need to treat herself as a golden branch and a jade leaf, and shed tears of gratitude.
Taking advantage of Wei Moyan's distraction, Rong Zhen quickly set up the array. Before, he thought that the Liuyi Nine Palaces array was enough to weaken most of the opponent's strength, but unexpectedly, he thought that a Hongxian who knew the magic of Qimen better than himself would come out halfway to protect Wei Moyan.
Unscathed, the Seven Killing Formation, which was the final trump card, had to be moved out.
The originally dim candlelight in the hall suddenly became brighter, and the lake under the stone platform turned from calm to boiling. Seven rays of light meandered along the patterns on the marble floor. In an instant, strange phenomena appeared, and the mysterious atmosphere was eerie and terrifying.
"Seven Killing Formation!" Xia Qingluan took a breath and suddenly reached out to pull at the corner of Wei Moyan's clothes, but was hit on the wrist by a stone flying from a distance, and staggered back a few steps.
In just a moment of turning around, the person who was standing behind him just now was already three feet away. Only a thin and white hand was left and disappeared under several ivy. Wei Moyan held the sword hilt tightly, his knuckles because of the
Excessive force will cause a bluish-white color.
"If you dare to hurt her even a little bit, I will make sure that there will be no more survivors in the Tianhu Sect!"
The chilling aura like a violent storm was so overwhelming that Rong Zhen was almost out of breath. Could it be that the man in front of him was a born ghost? He actually had such a powerful aura. Under his gaze, he felt like he had fallen into a mountain of knives and was unable to move even an inch. But it didn't matter, as long as he continued
Just a little bit, a little more time, and he will definitely kneel in front of him covered in blood!
Rong Zhen suddenly laughed wildly: "Huangkou kid, why are you yelling at me! In order to avenge the Wei family, I have been in seclusion for twenty years before today. You two, father and son, should go underground to reunite! By the way, there is Hongxian.
Girl, I can’t bear to see her die so soon, so just watch with helpless eyes how the person you love is tortured and then dies with no body intact!”
Crazy laughter echoed in the empty hall, the girl-like face was ferocious and twisted, and the bloodshot eyes were indescribably sad.
"You are in the trapped character array. Find the one with the weakest flame among the surrounding candles and extinguish it." Xia Qingluan's low voice came from a few steps away, and Wei Moyan's heart dropped to the ground.
In the giant cage made of green vines, several thick vines that looked like life were twitching constantly, forcing Xia Qingluan to dodge in all directions. However, it was difficult for her to fight with two fists, no matter how cautious she was.
After guarding against so many vines, he was still hit by attacks from behind after dodging several times, and a cloud of blood mist spread over his shoulders.
"Qingluan!" The pain like a knife pricking was imprinted on Wei Moyan's heart. If he hadn't been able to get to Xia Qingluan without moving around, he really wanted to hug her immediately to shield her from all harm.