Southern Xinjiang has been regarded as a barbarian land since ancient times, and the people in Zhongzhou all sneered at the name of Southern Xinjiang. However, few people know that this place has few wars and wars, but it is a rare place of comfort.
The Vulcan Sect, which covers the entire southern Xinjiang region, advocates tolerance and some of its teachings are similar to Buddhism. However, the people rarely have thugs who cause disputes and live in simple villages that are not prosperous.
Luan couldn't help but sigh that there was such a peaceful and dustless paradise in the world.
The holy fire of the temple is the most respected sacred object among these loyal believers. It is hard to imagine what kind of disaster it will cause if an outsider forcibly contaminates it. However, she cannot control much, just like countless times in the past twenty years of life, she has gone against her wishes.
To this day, I still have the Yimeng Stone and the Mo Heng Sword in my hands, but the only difference is that they were forged with the Holy Fire.
Compared with the life-and-death battles he had walked side by side with Wei Moyan in the past few years, it was easy to deal with ordinary unarmed believers. They were innocent lives after all. Xia Qingluan tried his best not to kill anyone. Despite this, he broke into the Lancang River where the Vulcan Sect was located all the way from the border of southern Xinjiang.
, the number of innocent souls who died of ruthless love is still innumerable.
Killing has become numb to her.
The almost ruthless string dance was as powerful as breaking bamboo, the demonic light passed by, and the pure land was stained with blood. When we arrived at the Vulcan Temple, it was only the evening after two days and one night.
The clear blue water is quiet, the quiet clouds are lingering, the mountain air is as blurry as smoke, everything you see is peaceful and peaceful, except for the abrupt red clothes.
The heavy veil of pure white snow has been stained with blood, paying tribute to the dead souls who were torn and swallowed by the long red strings. The innocent souls in the underground cursed in a low voice, cursing the blood rain she bathed in as sin, which can never be erased.
The tall temple is composed of neatly cut stones, which vaguely reflects the aggressive attackers. With murder in hand, Xia Qingluan can't help but be surprised by such a majestic and towering building. It can't be seen that it is a barbarian palace in southern Xinjiang.
Built by the people.
The clear ringtone suddenly came from the depths of the hall, secretly tightening the redness, and the murderous look between the beautiful eyebrows.
"It is a crime to be born, to kill is a crime, to mourn and sacrifice, and not to worship the immortals and demons." Childish children's voices rang out. Xia Qingluan frowned and turned back, only to be surrounded by dozens of boys and girls dressed in sackcloth. These
The children all had smiles on their faces, but their eyes radiated a chill that reached deep into their souls.
The Vulcan Sect, the leader of the three major cults, is good at enchantment and worships Nero, the True Fire, as its god.
These children have been bewitched and lost their minds since childhood. From birth to death, they are the most loyal servants chosen by the leader of the Vulcan Cult. In a sense, they are not considered alive - their lives have not yet begun.
has ended.
"We, the Vulcan Cult, have never had any conflicts with the Zhongzhou Jianghu. The girl slaughtered nearly a hundred of my innocent followers, and the evil spirit rushed into the sky. I don't know what the intention is?" A calm and gentle male voice came from deep inside the palace gate where no one was visible, and it reached my ears.
I can't tell the distance at all, but Zhongzhou speaks very well.
"If they hadn't stopped me, I wouldn't have wanted to go on a killing spree." Xia Qingluan turned sideways slightly, a trace of surprise flashed through her eyes. This person was far superior to her in terms of internal strength and courage. If she forced herself into the temple, she would not get any benefits.
result.
The slight sigh was full of compassion. Following this sigh, the boys and girls around him all stopped smiling and started sobbing softly. The scene was very strange.
Enchantment and deviant illusions may seem similar, but they are actually different. Illusion only affects the eyes and ears of the person who is being enchanted, and everything seen and heard is false, relying entirely on illusions to lead people to death. The difference between enchantment and illusion is that it does not require any sound or sound.
Smell is used as a guide, and there is no need to continue to cast spells. A single murmur can bind life and death, making it difficult to escape. Of course, only the leader of the Vulcan Sect and a few high-status witches and wizards can perform such a profound spell.
Wait until you have a chance to practice.
There were a few sounds of clothes flying, and two figures shot out from the palace door, landing directly on two three-person-high obsidian pillars behind Xia Qingluan. Taking a closer look, they turned out to be identical twin girls.
, one is dressed in blue, the other is dressed in green, their eyebrows are charming, but their eyes are equally weird and inexplicable, half smiling but not smiling.
"Who are you?" These two people asked in unison.
Xia Qingluan hesitated slightly, but after a while he still raised his head and answered: "Xia Qingluan."
Obviously the other party was not very familiar with this name. They looked at each other with confusion for a moment, and then suddenly said in surprise: "Ah, leader, she is from Poyue Pavilion!"
A low laugh came from the temple: "Poyue Pavilion's first kill? Miss Xia broke into Southern Xinjiang single-handedly, but she wants to take me, the Vulcan Cult, under her command to serve as Wei Moyan's horse and bull?"
Listening to this, it seems that the Vulcan Sect is extremely dissatisfied with Poyue Pavilion. It seems that the Vulcan Sect, thousands of miles away, is also very concerned about the ups and downs of Zhongzhou, which is why they have such mocking remarks. From then on,
The twin girls' names for the people in the temple can also be determined, he is the leader of the Vulcan Sect.
Red love quietly wrapped around the fingertips of her palms. Xia Qingluan was on full alert, waiting for the leader of the Vulcan Cult to give him a fatal blow - it was impossible to forge the Mo Heng Sword with harmony in the current situation.
Po Yue Pavilion's disgust and the fact that she killed too many people along the way made it extremely unrealistic to escape from here.
"I have left Poyue Pavilion. The killing I committed has nothing to do with Wei Moyan, so there is no need to implicate others."
"If I remember correctly, Miss Xia seemed to have disappeared before the big wedding that shocked Zhongzhou a year ago. After that, Poyue Pavilion stirred up trouble and oppressed various sects in your name. Miss Xia is here today.
, is it to find an excuse to drag our Vulcan Sect into trouble and start a war between the two factions?" The people in the palace did not believe her, but they did not show any surprise at her appearance here.
As the number one killer of Poyue Pavilion, the master of Taiwei Hall is famous in the world. It is extremely difficult to clear this identity. Xia Qingluan stopped defending. Yes or no, it has nothing to do with making a sword out of fire.
relation.
Without waiting for a response, the one in blue among the two twin girls covered her mouth and giggled: "Cult Leader, could it be that she is obsessed with a man in the sect and wants to come to you to ask for someone if she can't elope?"
Being helpless and bullied since she was a child, Xia Qingluan's years of wandering have shaped her into a cold, aloof character. Her self-esteem is stronger than that of men. This slander was undoubtedly the most vicious insult in her ears, and she couldn't hold it back for a moment.
Anger aroused murderous intent.
A ray of white light flew out quickly and struck steadily on the wrist of Hao who was stabbing Chi Luan. Chi Qing, who was about to rise sharply, fell softly. This blow seemed to have no consequences, but it was a warning to her.
Don't act rashly.
"Shahua, don't talk nonsense and slander." The tone of the leader of the Vulcan Sect suddenly became stern. The girl known as Shahua actually had red eyes and started to wipe away tears, as if she had been greatly wronged. However,
The man ignored her and apologized to Xia Qingluan in a gentle tone: "I'm sorry for my lax discipline, Miss Xia."
This was the first time Xia Qingluan had seen such a weird person. He was neither arrogant nor impetuous, gentle and gentle, even to his enemies. He was truly a weirdo.
Seeing her sisters being harshly criticized, the girl in green clothes couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and her voice became much sharper: "What are you doing here? You have killed so many people, the leader must sacrifice you!"
"I'm just here to borrow something. They blocked me first and deserved their death." Xia Qingluan said coldly.
A slight sigh of regret came from the hall, as if she was being grievances for her: "Miss Xia has great kung fu and a God-given beauty. Such violence should not appear in you. Those who died in vain are not at fault, nor are they.
She lost her life in vain, what on earth could make Miss Xia so persistent that she almost wants to become a murderer?"
A murderer? This title fits her image of blood and indifference.
The bright eyes were like water with ripples inside, looking straight into the middle of the dark temple, the red string on the wrist was moving lightly, like a living thing.
"I want to borrow the fire of your sect's altar to refine stones and forge swords."