The further you go to the north of Saiba, the less people there are. Zixiu was in danger several times on the way, so he had no choice but to stop and rest. It was the delay of these few days that allowed the carrier pigeon to fall into Slender's hands earlier.
"Is there something going on in the pavilion?" Zixiu propped himself up and sat on the bed, his brows furrowed even more tightly than Wei Moyan's. If something big and difficult to control had not happened, Shen Yuqing would not have sent a letter at this time.
There were not many words in the letter, but the cold and handsome face suddenly turned cold, and the thin letter paper was clenched into a ball.
Something happened to Hongxian. At that moment, Zixiu had already thought of it.
"What are you doing?" The rustling sound woke up the Pavilion Master of Poyue Pavilion who was immersed in anger. He turned around and saw the weak figure standing up, and his heart felt dark again, "Don't move."
If you ask him, he will definitely not tell you. It is better to read it yourself. Zi Xiu stretched out his hand and looked eagerly: "Give me the letter."
After hesitating for a moment, the crumpled letter was still handed into her hands, and the content on it became more and more shocking. Zixiu knew that Saibei had no choice but to go.
"Go back, Mo Yan, get there before it's too late."
"It's not far from where the miracle doctor is."
"If you don't go back, you will regret it for the rest of your life!" Using all her strength, the woman in pansy clothes grabbed the sleeve of the indifferent man, and her tone had never been more irrefutable, "The goal of leaving the sect is Hongxian, regardless of whether Kunyu Mountain has it or not What kind of immortal grass and elixir, they will definitely ambush there. It's okay to deal with ordinary people, but if it's against those apostates who are good at using evil arts, how do you want her to deal with it?"
The weird apostate at Chonghuamen once said that their target was Xia Qingluan, which was the mystery she was carrying. This time, Yun Yirong colluded with him to lure Xia Qingluan to Kunyu Mountain. Self-explanatory.
Lijiao is good at sorcery and poison, and those things with strange powers and chaos have always been despised and feared by martial arts people, which is why they are called cults. Even the masters who are capable of defeating the heroes cannot find an advantage in their hands.
Wei Moyan knew this very well.
But what should Zixiu do? Will the woman who has lost all her glory for him give up at the last moment? This departure may be the end of her life.
With Shen Yuqing and Hua Yu rushing to Kunyu Mountain, perhaps the outcome may not be as irreversible as he thought.
I hope so.
The hesitation and final determination in the dark eyes all fell into Zixiu's heart. The smart woman who had never been blinded by emotion guessed that he wanted to continue this medical journey with a sense of luck.
Maybe the result might not be so bad, but what would Hongxian think when he knew all this?
That orphan from a famous family who was stubborn and cold but valued love and justice more than anyone else fell into a conspiracy for her, but she continued to look for a hopeless answer. Even if everyone in the world said she was right, she would not Forgive yourself.
Hongxian, she has gone through enough ups and downs in this life, and she cannot be allowed to live or die for others until the end.
"Mo Yan, if you really love her, don't let her face life and death alone."
Today is the day when the Dragon Core Fruit emerges from the Blood Hell Dragon Pond, but the elegant white man is still unable to move amid the killings in the middle of the mountain.
Xia Qingluan didn't expect that there would be so many enemies ambush here. No matter how she waved her string to fight, the same figures would keep coming up. What she couldn't understand the most was that many of them were like phantoms, being cut off at the waist and disappearing. Not even a scrap of clothing was left.
What a terrible sight that was.
"Where is the mystery?" Among the people who didn't know the truth or the truth, someone always asked in a low voice when passing by. And every time she asked this question, there would be another wound on her body.
After a night of fighting, Xia Qingluan finally understood that the enemy she faced was different from before. It was a strange power that she had never fought against before. The purpose of this power was very simple, which was to force her to hand over her secrets and conquer the world.
Looking at Chu Ran who was gradually rising, the plan of a quick victory had come to nothing.
Illusion, apostasy.
There is no other possibility.
Facing one of the three major cults that is extremely low-key but no one dares to underestimate its strength, Xia Qingluan is not sure that he can defeat all the enemies in a short time. The only way at the moment is to focus on one direction and attack non-stop to carve out a bloody path.
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Chiqing's offensive gradually slowed down, no longer attacking in a gorgeous and widespread manner. Instead, it attacked forward non-stop, with red light hovering and blood filling the sky.
She tore one apart, no longer caring about the figures rushing towards her from both sides, and continued to run forward, sweeping the world with three thousand murderous intentions and never taking a step back. And the price of this rapid approach to the top of the mountain was the increasing number of scars and bloodstains on her body.
The grass dripped to the ground, every inch of grass was fragrant, and the eyes were filled with red.
"You are worthy of being the first kill. It is difficult to withstand such a fierce and life-threatening attack. It seems that Miss Hongxian is not as unbearable as the rumors say. At least for me, you are an opponent that is difficult to deal with. Linghe is not talented, please ask Hongxian
Girl, please ask for advice." The voice of an indistinguishable gender sounded faintly, and the green figure sat lazily on the boulder in front. When the man with the silver mask appeared, most of the figures who had just fought with Xia Qingluan disappeared.
, "It's a small trick that makes Miss Hongxian laugh."
Xia Qingluan had never seen such a skilled illusionist before. When she was a child, she only heard her master Yue Lao vaguely mention that only by combining fragrance or medicine could she create an extremely realistic illusion. She had not touched anything since she went up the mountain. She must have suffered some difficulty.
The influence of the smell is noticeable, and this also shows that the person in front of him has controlled the illusion to an extent that is difficult to detect. If he is not careful, he may fall into it and be unable to extricate himself.
"There is no grudge between Poyue Pavilion and Lijiao. I only went up the mountain to get medicine to save people. If you can help me, Hongxian will be grateful."
"Hey, Miss Hongxian, don't you feel that your words are meaningless?" Linghe smiled slightly and shook a bamboo fan gently in his hand, "In order to lure you here, we went all the way to Lanling.
It took a lot of effort to find the opportunity to set up this plan. If you are allowed to go back like this, how will you ask Linghe to return to the leader after you go back?"
The other party's words made Xia Qingluan's heart sink. It was Yun Yirong who urged her to come here, which meant that everything was just a conspiracy. So, what about the Dragon Core Fruit? Is there really a Blood Prison Dragon Pond on the top of the mountain that can really be saved?
The dragon core fruit of Zixiu's life? Her life or death is not important. The only thing that matters is whether the gentle woman who treats her like a family member still has the possibility of being rescued.
Linghe couldn't see clearly the expression hidden under the plain white veil, but he knew that what Hongxian cared about at this moment was not necessarily him, but the top of the mountain that she was rushing to despite her defenses, which was what she told Yun Yirong.
The bamboo fan was closed, the eyes behind the silver mask were soft and blurred, and the smile remained the same: "Miss Hongxian, don't worry, the dragon core fruit is not a rumor, but a real thing - although it cannot completely save Zi Xiu's life, it is enough to extend her life for a long time.
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That's fine, as long as there is a glimmer of hope.
The scattered red silk strings gathered around Hao's wrist, and he raised his hand slightly to gently wipe away the few drops of red blood that splashed on his cheeks, his clear eyes were calm and indifferent.