Dozens of horsemen and horses, fully equipped and armed, were running through the dense forest. There was no trace of winter in the lush mountains and fields, which were humid and sultry. Fine beads of sweat clung to everyone's forehead, but their hands did not dare to relax for a moment, and they tightened their grip on the reins.
Each knot is blue and white and stands out, showing great strength.
Their master was a man who liked to act arbitrarily. On his wedding day, he left his frail and frail fiancée behind and rode alone to southern Xinjiang. He even did not want the leader of the martial arts alliance and the hegemon in the rivers and lakes who spent many years to obtain it.
The situation was chaotic.
However, none of his subordinates said anything to complain. What they followed and admired was the dragon among men who swallowed mountains and rivers, not the illusory fame.
"How long will it take to arrive?" The leading man slowed down his horse and walked side by side with the enchanting man behind him.
"It can take as little as half a day, or as long as one day." Looking at the sky, it is already getting dusk. If you drive at night, you may be able to arrive before sunrise tomorrow morning. However, it is self-evident how dangerous the deep forests of southern Xinjiang are at night, where alien beasts and poisonous insects are hidden.
Xianggong Gusu did not intend to take the risk: "The Pavilion Master only arrived two or three days earlier than us. There is no need to rush on the road in such a hurry. The Vulcan Sect has no plans to start a dispute with the Zhongzhou Wulin for the time being."
A flash of light flashed in Marquis Shao Jin's eyes, and he sneered while riding the horse: "Xiangong Gusu is very familiar with the Vulcan Cult."
"Don't talk about me like that. You also know what I do. Naturally, I have to know something about all the forces in the world. Besides, the Pavilion Master and you have never asked me before, why do I bother to talk so much." It seems that I have suffered a lot.
The man who looked aggrieved and had charming but unattractive eyebrows retorted.
Shao Jinhou, who was temporarily the commander, ignored him. Anyway, no one in the cabinet believed what Mr. Gusu said from the beginning. If the master of the cabinet had not insisted on accepting him as a subordinate, I am afraid that he would not even have the white jade stone platform in front of Poyue Pavilion.
Can't touch it.
But it is undeniable that the master of the pavilion really values him very much.
"Mr. Gusu, is the young lady really still alive? Will the Vulcan Church do anything bad to her?" Xiao Qian, who had been holding back in a panic, finally couldn't help but ask, "The leader of the Vulcan Church seems to be a powerful person.
Man, are you afraid that the young lady’s cold and hard character will make him angry?”
All kinds of strange questions made Mr. Gusu smile bitterly. Although Xuan Tong didn't show his age on his face, he should be past his thirties at least, but mentally he was as naive as a young man. Every time he asked questions, it made people laugh or cry.
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"I have told you many times not to call me "sir", it will shorten your life. I don't know whether the leader of the Hongxian Hall is still alive, and what the relationship between the leader of the Vulcan Sect is and her - if I knew it, this trip would be very difficult.
There is no need for the task of pleasing people to exist.”
The helpless reply made Xiao Qian's face turn a little pale, and he silently retreated to ride among the crowd.
If Xia Qingluan had some shortcomings, even if he refused to apologize, he would not be able to see his benefactor, General Xiao, let alone face the young lady who had single-handedly taken care of her. He had already lost her once, and this time...
Sad sighs echoed among the dozen or so horsemen, and the low mood infected everyone, as well as the fading red sunset glow in the sky.
Somewhere on the top of a mountain a few miles away from here, the pitch-black temple built of obsidian was quiet and silent. The girl in blue and blue clothes guarding the door was spinning around anxiously with her long silk in hand, but she didn't dare to disobey the leader's order and step into the temple.
Half step.
For two whole days, there were only a few sounds of fighting between the leader and the man at the beginning, and then it was silent all the time. I don’t know who won and who lost, or whether they were both injured and unconscious.
Quiet.
"I-I'll go take a look!" The girl in blue gritted her teeth and stamped her feet, turned around and rushed into the palace, followed closely by the girl in green.
Suddenly, a majestic voice echoed in my ears: "Shahua, Luo Hua, don't come in."
The leader is fine!
The twin girls looked at each other in surprise, held their two delicate little hands together and stepped back together: "Yes!"
After the surprise, the two felt a little bit regretful - the leader was fine, but what about the leader of Zhongzhou Wulin, the leader of some pavilion? Is he injured? If he loses, the woman who was sacrificed will be devoured by sister Ali.
Oh, what a pity.
Although she is much colder in comparison, the woman named Xia Qingluan is really very similar to Sister Ali. She is strong, brave, and very stubborn. Even the pride in her eyes is exactly the same, but their sadness is also the same.
"Shahua, I don't want her to be like that..." The girl in the green shirt hooked her twin sister's little finger, her eyes rosy.
Perhaps because she was an older sister, Shahua had to be more mature. She held her sister's hand back and touched their foreheads, but there were sobs in her voice: "I don't want to, she will remind me of sister Ali. But only if she eats
Only by getting rid of her sister Ali can she lose her demonic nature and come back sooner."
Feed the devil with your soul, and the devil will return to your soul and disperse.
There are two very similar women, one is a demon and the other is making sacrifices to awaken the demon.
In the dark temple, the leader of the Vulcan Cult, holding a skull in his hand, seemed to hear the low cries of the two girls outside, and sighed helplessly.
"These two silly girls."
The candlelight has been extinguished in the struggle, and Mingsha has no spare power to maintain those meaningless lights. Only the blue flame is dimly illuminated in the vast and empty temple, and even the cold Xuan Shang is dyed with mystery.
color.
They were guarding two ends of the altar, and they had been facing each other for two days.
"Are you guarding a demon?" The blue flames reflected in his pupils. Wei Moyan looked at the girl curled up with her knees in the flames, and could vaguely feel the aura that was different from ordinary people.
Whether it is Zhongzhou or Southern Xinjiang, or Mobei or the Western Regions, monsters can be seen in all legends. They live in the darkness invisible to God and wait for opportunities. Once there is a suitable host, they will take advantage of it and they will fall.
Those who have fallen into the devil's path devour it for their own use.
If this girl is really a demon, the Vulcan Cult that protects her is really a cult.
"So what about the devil? Miss Xia has committed many murders and is haunted by evil spirits. She has already jumped into the path of Shura. Why don't you still stick with her and be willing to protect her for the rest of her life?" She caressed the skull in her hand lovingly, with a strange light flowing in Mingsha's eyes, "They
They are very similar, and you and I are not on the same journey. The only difference is that Miss Xia can no longer be brought back to life, but Ali still has hope. As long as she swallows enough pure souls, she will return to me."
"I told you, she's not dead yet!"
"How can a mere obsession turn white bones into beauty?" He lowered his head and smiled lightly, his long snow-colored hair moving lightly with his footsteps, "Leader Wei, you don't believe in ghosts and gods, and naturally you don't believe in reincarnation, the cycle of cause and effect, let alone the cycle of cause and effect.
Will believe that losing one's soul is equivalent to death. Forging a sword with holy fire will consume a lot of Ali's spiritual power. The reason why I agreed to Miss Xia to make a sword and give it to her is to exchange for her soul. Otherwise, how could I do it?
Something like this happened that hurt Ah Li?"
Wei Moyan was shocked.
He doesn’t believe in ghosts and gods, and he doesn’t believe in the way of heaven, so he will wantonly plunder human lives in the process of galloping and killing. He is not afraid of death, but what about Xia Qingluan? He believes that what Mingsha said is true, but he does not believe that in this life
, can no longer see her.
We will never leave each other, and we will depend on each other in life and death. Anyone in Linglong Bureau promises this oath, and Nie Haiqingtian will never violate it.
If people want to stop him, he will kill people; if heaven wants to stop him, he will go against heaven!
"She is my wife, no matter life or death, she will live up to her in this life." The broken sword lay horizontally, reflecting her peerless grace, and her eyes were cold, "I will definitely take her home if she is alive; if she dies... please bury the two of us together."