The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

Lianjian is the name of a large sect gate, and it is also a place name. It is on the east side of Midland.

There are plenty of rain for many years, there are more than 100 large and small suspension spring waterfalls, before reaching the mountains, first heard the sound of water roaring like thunder.

Splashing water mist and cloud smoke blend, green and red and yellow branches and leaves are intertwined, if there is a princess in a purple shirt walking, the mountains will become more colorful.

But today, there is no figure on the plank road, next to the wooden bridge, or even the white-walled and gray-tiled houses, and no human voice can be heard.

The waterfall thundered and swelled, but it was so full of twilight.Death is like winter.

Lianjian disciples gathered in Taixu Hall.

The vast and immense hall station was airtight, and the outside of the hall was black and full of people.

In the middle of the hall, a large area was left in tacit agreement.

The pale and beautiful girl stood there and confronted more than ten people.

"Sister, you are afraid that you have been hit too hard, your heart is haggard, and your mind is not clear..."

Chu Huan spoke lightly.

There was a great change, but his shirt bun, from head to toe, was undisturbed, and it seemed to be as reliable as a mountain.

As the eldest disciple of Qu Jiang, his temperament is exactly the same as that of Master.Even if you say blame, it makes people feel inexplicably convincing.

As soon as the words fell, someone echoed, "Yeah, Master Nephew, you can't talk nonsense, you said that Master Nephew hurt your father and mother, but what evidence?"

"Qu Shengren and Sect Master Liu have passed away, we are all sad... But the current Jianzong still has to rely on Master Chu's nephew."

"Nonsense, disturbing people's hearts, what do you feel for?"

The elders who spoke were very senior. Their realm was much higher than that of Chu Huan, but they stood behind Chu Huan at this time, meaning that he was the head.

The rest of the disciples in the temple had different looks. Some people were convinced and some doubted. No one spoke for a while.

Chu Huan and Chen Yi take care of the affairs of Zong within the weekdays, and these two men have a high prestige among the disciples compared to the invisible Sect Master and Saint.Chen Yi is not here now, and the situation today is entirely Chu Huan's words.

Quduiyan did not understand.

I don't understand why Chu Huan visited the teacher before he was born, and his father and mother always regarded him as their own, why did they do such a thing.Poisoning and secret calculations, all kinds of insidious means, if dad didn't trust him, no matter how subtle a trap, how could he hide Yasheng?

I don't understand the elders. They were kind and friendly yesterday, and today they can lie abruptly.

I don't understand why it turned upside down overnight.

Although she is extremely talented and intelligent, she is still a little girl.A little girl always under the protection of her parents' wings.

The human heart is unpredictable, the desires are hard to fill, and the betrayal chips weigh more than grace. Where can she understand these?

Qu Duiyan clenched his sword in his hand, and his bones were pale.Full of grief and anger, almost desperate, but she looked directly at Chu Huan's eyes.Looking at the brothers who were once familiar and now terribly scary, they did not take a step back.

"Heavenly cycle, Riyue Zhaozhao, you know what you have done!"

Chu Huan didn't argue any more, just said softly, "But who believes?"

No one speaks.

The hall is terrible.

So when the sound rang, it was exceptionally clear, as if it could be heard throughout the whole stream.

"I believe. I believe in sister."

The crowd separated on their own, and Chen Yi approached the gate.

Wherever he passed, a thick bloody air scattered.His sleeve robe was broken, his hair was improper, and he was servant, and he looked embarrassed.

But his eyes were clear and firm, showing that the ambush and assassination along the way failed to weaken his half-point spirit.

At this moment, Qu Duiyan suddenly had the urge to cry.

Chu Huan's face changed slightly, he knew the deployment from Xilu to Lianjian, but Chen Yi still came back.

This is a variable.

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East land.The boundless snowfield.

There are no cold, hot springs and springs here, and the seasons are white and snowy all year round.On the lead-gray sky, the sloppy snow fell, and the figure could be drowned in a flash.

But today's snowfield is particularly dazzling.

A group of black robes walked through the wind and snow, their figure flickered, and in a flash, they walked more than ten feet.

The leader stopped suddenly and glanced at Xuefeng not far away.In his realm, he can naturally see the formation and palaces above.

Someone knelt silently at his feet,

"Palace, shall we go to Tongtian Xuefeng?"

Shaking his head for the leader, "No."

He really likes the throne of the Golden Palace.That was left by Mozun one million years ago. How does Yu Zhanmei fit?

But he was really in a hurry.

So much so that the desire to pass by is not available.

He is going to Meteor Abyss.First sign a contract with the monster under the abyss.

If a great event can be achieved, not only the revival of the magic palace, but also the world.

But he did not expect that when he crossed the Minjiang River and came to the side of the abyss, there were already people waiting there for a long time.

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"Yu Zhanmei reached Xilu."

"Lianjian split into two factions."

"'Hantian','West Water' two houses, received the news we released, went to Meteor Abyss, and all died in the abyss."

"Hokuriku will happen on the third day of next month and it has been arranged."

"..."

The black robe who sat diagonally on the cliff and the horizontal pine across the cliff received news from all over the place.Some will tell Yu Shi, some will not.

Lian Jianzong Chu Huan's betrayal rebelled against Beilu Xianwang, which was promoted by him behind him. Yu Zhanmei led him to Xilu. The monster contract of Meteor Abyss was fabricated by him.Cangsheng is the son, all in the game.

Although there are many things, he is not expected.

For example, Mr. Zhang Yuan did not go to Beilu according to his calculation, nor did he go to Lianjian.

For example, the younger generations of the Qinglu Sword faction are more prosperous than he imagined, and another disciple of Qujiang is not dead.

Another example is the two stars.

But these are minutiae.Those who become major events do not care about details.

No matter Demon Venerable or Real Immortal, it was all a million years ago. In this era of stars, it is not their turn to appear.

He sat on the pine branch and looked at the clouds, never feeling that the world was so vast and beautiful.

Suddenly Yu Shiwen asked,

"What are you waiting for?"

Can't help laughing lightly.He didn't wait, just enjoying the process of gradually reaching the top.It’s enough now.

He stood up, and the pine branches under his feet remained motionless.

There was no overwhelming surging magical breath, only a faint glow of red smoke, which overflowed from pale to almost transparent fingers, and flew lightly towards the sea of ​​clouds.

The middle-aged Taoist burst into countless sword energies, breaking through the clouds and mist.

If a person walking under the mountain looks up, he will have a terrible illusion that the sky is split by life.

He was struggling to support, close to the point where the lamp was dry, but when he saw the black robe, his eyes suddenly became masterpiece, and his chest undulated violently.

"Rongzhuo! You devil! Actually didn't die in Xiling Mountain!"

The'Xiling Mountain' World War I was the only war that broke out a hundred years ago after the Daoist War.

At that time, the jade exhibition eyebrows were fledgling, and the purpose of demonization was not her, but Rong Zhuo and his Qiong Palace.Rong Zhuo has entered the Heavenly Demon Realm, which is equivalent to the Dasheng Men's Sub-Sage Realm.

In the millions of years since the Mausoleum split, the forces have split up, and such a figure has emerged. Cultivation and ambition are enough to threaten the world.

So Cangya and Qinglu, Lianjian formed an alliance to kill Xiling Mountain.Liu Lishuang just went down the mountain and went there.

After the war, everyone thought Rong Zhuo was dead.Zhou Yuandao even saw his heart broken with his own eyes.

Qionggong Palace was defeated and was taken over by Rongzhuo's disciples.In contrast, the golden glory of the Golden Palace is obviously more striking.

Over time, people only remember the tragic battle of Xiling Mountain and gradually forgot why it was fought.

But someone will never forget.

When the thin filament of smoke floated in front of his eyes, Zhou Yuandao made an illusion at a certain moment, as if he had returned to Xiling Mountain again, and back to the bloody sea of ​​Corpse Mountain.

It's also back when I was still young.

At this time, he has a more real-economy coping method, just like dealing with the rest of the Yunhai formation.Support hard and strive for a minute and a second.Not waiting for the rest of Yasheng to come to his rescue, but waiting for someone to kill the rest of the demon.

But now it's different. Since the black robe is Rong Zhuo, then anyone can be useless, why not fight?

The middle-aged Taoist raised his right hand slightly, holding it in a virtual way, like holding a sword.

Tens of thousands of sword qi gathered around the body, and the sound of breaking the wind was like a cry of blood and blood.

Although his sword in Qinglu Town was damaged, he was still alive, and his sword was still there.

Zhou Yuandao looked solemn, holding an invisible sword in his hand and slashing towards the scarlet light smoke!

The opponent just raised his fingertips slightly, but he wanted to be courteous.

Because in the light smoke, there is terrible supremacy, almost close to the threshold of the saint.Rong Zhuo not only did not die, but the realm was better than it was then.

Under the blade of the sword, the light smoke dispersed.

A faint scarlet drifted between the clouds.It's like a drop of ink falling into the water, light and silent, but it quickly blooms and expands, and Xu Yu stains the sky.

Zhou Yuandao said that the corner of his mouth overflowed with blood, and the sea of ​​clouds beneath him turned into a sea of ​​blood.

The disciples of Baopu Zong only felt the sky was dark, and looked up to see a dazzling red cloud covering the sky and the sun.

Unlike the magnificent sunset, it is pure scarlet, as if thick blood will drip down.

The one with a slightly lower level felt a tingling pain in his eyes, and could not help but exclaim.

Why did he scold, "What is all the fuss about when the head of the mountain fights with the magic repair?!"

All the disciples should continue to leave each other, and dare not ask more.

Why did he turn to the young man beside him, his face full of respectful expressions, "Brother, there is a big event on the top of the mountain today, and the elders can't go up."

The young man frowned slightly and did not agree.

Why did he look a little stiff, but he dare not speak.

Suddenly the wind rose, and there was a glorious sky above the nine days, piercing the dazzling red cloud and falling lightly.The candlelight is striking at night.

The young man reached out his hand, and this glory fell right in his fingers, like a feather.White and flawless.

At the next moment, the red cloud was cut by layers, and thousands of feathers fluttered down in a series of exclamations.

Eighteen views of the nine palaces of Baozong are all caged in flying feathers.

The young man finally determined the guess in his heart and set foot on the mountain road, leaving behind the sound of suppression and counsel.

Zhou Yuandao stood in the sea of ​​blood, and the sea of ​​knowledge was also infested with blood, and he was surrounded by disgusting thickness and smell.

He has sunken cheeks and a pale face.

Fang Cai's sword was not meant to cut light smoke.It's a sword.

Thousands of swords flowed steadily, continually breaking through the sea of ​​blood, like bright and burning feathers, falling on the pine branches by the cliff.

The same sword, Cheng Tianyu used at the zigzag meeting, the power is already amazing, how can it reach the ten thousandth at the moment?

This is a young saint's swordsmanship.Condenses life-long cultivation and glory.

Huage Feiyu fell for nine days, extremely beautiful, and extremely killing.

Rong Zhuo facing this sword directly, the pine branches under his feet broke off, and the airtight black robe pieces shattered, finally revealing his true colors.

His figure was swaying, appeared on the sea of ​​blood, the ink danced wildly, and the red was three points thicker than blood.

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The 100,000 mountains in the early winter are already cold poles, the cold wind is like a sword, the frost is vast, and the fallen leaves have accumulated a thick layer.Many fierce beasts returned to the cave, preparing to begin a long hibernation.

But the scariest thing is never a beast.

Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan stopped all the way along the way, and they had to deal with the endless crises in the mountains. When they walked out of the mountains, their spirits were slightly tired.

As far as the eye can see, see the sky with red clouds like blood, and clear light like feathers.

Eighty miles away from Baopu Zong, someone just stopped in the middle of the road.

Tsing Yi wears her hair, her expression is indifferent, and I don't know how long she waited.

Such farsightedness and patience are naturally not welcome.

Someone waited over the hill.It's not a good thing, especially at this moment of wanting to fight every second.

Yin Bi frowned.