all the way to fairy

Chapter 48 Picking Peach
The silver-white long sword snapped into two pieces, and the broken sword rolled down the stone platform.

There was no trace of spiritual power left in Wei Lin's body, blood flowed all over his body, he finally couldn't hold on anymore, passed out, before he passed out completely, he seemed to catch a glimpse of a blue light from the corner of his eye.

A quarter of an hour later, a girl in black hurried out of the cave, her clothes were bloody, she must have just experienced a battle.

She released her consciousness indifferently and cautiously, anyone?

She frowned, pulled out the green wooden sword, and stepped forward slowly, her eyes paused for a moment on the unconscious Wei Lin on the round platform, and then she was attracted by the blue lamp hanging on a curved tree at the edge of the round platform.

The top of the lamp is covered with four petals of different sizes. The side facing her is the largest petal, covering almost the entire body of the lamp. The smallest petal is slightly raised, and the whole lamp emits a bright blue light. , quiet and fresh.

The indifference on her face softened, and just as she was about to step forward, another woman in black appeared on the opposite platform. Like her, the eyes of the woman in black were instantly attracted by the blue lantern.

That lamp seems to have some magical power, it can instantly attract people's attention, and those who see it can't help but want to keep it for themselves.

The woman in black glanced at Wen Xueluo who arrived first. She was just a little monk at the sixth level of qi training, and she was not a high-level student who was in charge of protecting the law.

Wen Xueluo's eyes were calm, and she swung her sword steadily.

"what--"

The screams resounded through the sky, the woman in black pinched the cut of her right hand tightly, her round face was distorted, her eyes were scarlet, and she said solemnly: "No one dares to do this to Zhang Tao!"

Zhang Tao was very angry. Her parents were both in charge of the Canye Pavilion, and the disciples in the sect praised her very much. Whoever met her was not the elder sister, the younger sister, the elder sister, and the elder sister. If there is any good thing, she will be filial at the first time. This is the first time anyone dares to treat her She shot!

He even chopped off her hand!

Zhang Tao was furious, "I'm going to kill you!"

After shouting, she caught a glimpse of Wen Xueluo's face under the hood, her face was like cold jade, her eyebrows were black and her eyes were like orchids in an empty valley, she was independent from the world, and she was even more jealous. With a wave of her hand, a red smoke sprayed on Wen Xueluo's face.

She was born with a round face, which could barely be considered round and cute, but she was born with a flat nose, which ruined her beauty.

Wen Xueluo chopped off her remaining left hand with a sword, and at the same time cast the wind spirit technique casually. When the red smoke was blown by the wind, it immediately turned and fell on Zhang Tao's face.

Zhang Tao screamed like a pig butcher again, his face was corroded beyond recognition as if he had been splashed with sulfuric acid.

Seeing her appearance, Wen Xueluo was startled, her memory was pulled, her mother's face full of blisters, red, swollen and festered seemed to be close in front of her eyes, she seemed to hear her mother's humble pleading in the dust, one after another, like a carving knife, a knife A knife was cut on her heart.

The distorted and crazy face of the aunt Xu Ruoya gradually overlapped with the woman in front of her, and a monstrous hatred burst forth.

There was a storm in her calm eyes, the veins on the back of her hand holding the green wood sword bulged, and her clothes moved without wind, staring at Zhang Tao in front of her.

Zhang Tao, who was howling, couldn't help shivering under her cold gaze, as if being watched by an evil spirit, she forgot the severe pain for a moment, swallowed, and said: "You, what do you want to do? ? My parents are in charge of the city building, I, I lit the soul lamp."

Wen Xueluo turned a deaf ear to her words, only Xu Ruoya's extremely vicious insults could be heard in her ears, her body felt chills, her eyes gathered a little bit of murderous intent, and she said solemnly: "Damn it, damn it all!"

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"what--"

The sharp cry resounded through the sky again, and then stopped abruptly.

In the inner valley of Qinghe Valley, a black-clothed and silver-clad cultivator who was practicing suddenly felt unbearable heartache. The sudden emotion almost caused him to go mad, and he withdrew from the practice. After a big change, his figure flashed into a dimly lit small room.

The room was empty, only a few candles were lit, and now, the one on the far right was extinguished.

The man was about to burst into tears, and roared angrily: "Who is it—"

The next moment, his figure flickered, and he had already reached the foot of Huxi Peak.

"Jing Shi? Why are you here?"

From a distance, he noticed an astonishing aura rushing towards this side. Jing Shisan was in awe, and Jing Shi's figure appeared in a few breaths. Shouldn't he be practicing at this time?

Immediately he noticed Jing Shi's frightened and furious expression, the monstrous anger contained great grief, as well as a trace of fear and an unspeakable hope.

"What's going on here?"

Ignoring his inquiry, Jing Shi flew straight towards the vortex in mid-air, but was knocked away by the backlash. He ignored it and wanted to go in again, but was grabbed by Jing Shisan, "What's the matter?"

He tried to break Jing Shisan's hand with his spiritual power, but failed, so he turned around and shouted: "My daughter is dead!"

Jing Shisan looked at him in surprise. Among the 'Jing' generation, only Jing Shi got married. However, the husband and wife have passed the best age for childbearing and have never had children.

This girl was Jing Shi who went through all kinds of difficulties and tried all kinds of methods to get such a child. She looked like an eyeball. It is said that she secretly named the child according to her surname before entering the cabinet. No wonder he did so.

Jing Shisan persuaded: "Calm down, this restriction was set by the pavilion master, and those above the Qi refining period cannot enter."

His expression was a little crazy, but it didn't last long. After all, he had lived for hundreds of years, and many things had already been looked down upon. If his precious daughter hadn't been involved this time, he wouldn't have lost his composure like this.

He took a deep breath, and began to perform tricks on Zhang Tao's soul lamp in his hand. Only then did Jing Shisan notice that he was still holding an extinguished soul lamp in his hand.

Following his pinching formula, the last wick of the Soul Lamp ignited, Zhang Tao's dying screams came from it, a cold and beautiful face jumped in the candlelight, and then the wick burned out, and the picture disappeared.

"She killed Tao'er!" Jing Shi gritted his teeth, the coldness spread in his eyes, and the soul lamp showed the last scene Tao'er saw when he was dying, that little bitch killed his daughter!
Jing Shisan on the side frowned, and said uncertainly: "There seems to be another person behind that person."

"What did you say?" Jing Shi suddenly turned his head and looked directly at him.

"In a blink of an eye, I seemed to see a white sleeve on the ground behind the girl."

"White?" Jing Shi squinted his eyes. The disciples of the Canye Pavilion were all dressed in black robes, and there were not many who could wear clothes of other colors.

Jing Shisan sighed helplessly, and before he could ask, he said, "Among the disciples who went in this time, only Master Jingzhe's disciples were dressed in white."

Jing Shi's heart skipped a beat, Master Jingzhe is the leader of lore, the number one master of Canye Pavilion, his apprentice, I'm afraid he can't
Seeing his expression, Jing Shisan said: "Don't think about it too much, judging by the situation, he may be seriously injured, and it may not necessarily have something to do with him."

Jing Shi didn't speak, his expression was inexplicable.

In the secret realm, as Zhang Tao's head softened, Wen Xueluo's eyes gradually returned to calm. She drew out her sword, stepped over Zhang Tao's bloody corpse, took down the green lamp, and recognized the master with blood.

Her blood dripped on the blue lamp, and there was a bloody ripple on the blue lamp, and white mist formed in front of her eyes.

In the vast expanse of whiteness, an old voice sounded, "First of all, I would like to congratulate you for passing the first two tests I set. Now take the Dream Burning Heart Lantern and go to the center of Yunshu Immortal Mansion to accept my inheritance."

Yuanshu Immortal Mansion?

Wen Xueluo was taken aback, what was that?
A little light flew out of the whiteness and shot into the center of her eyebrows, and immediately there was an extra picture in her mind.

It was a sea of ​​clouds, and there was a majestic palace at the end of the sea of ​​clouds; in addition, there was a vague location.

After digesting the extra information in her mind, she looked at Wei Lin who was still in a coma, struggling a little, her hand holding the sword tightened, and finally turned around and walked away.

The setting sun in the sky is like blood, and the blood is better than the setting sun nearby.

Beneath the circular platform, under the arc-shaped purple tree trunk, sat a young woman in black. She lowered her head, her two severed hands were hanging by her side, and the bright red blood spread out radially from her body, as if she had been exposed to the sun. Cracked mud skin.

When Wei Lin woke up, what he saw was this bloody scene. He was stunned for a while, and raised his eyes to cover the surroundings, but there was no one there.

He stood up with support, a dehydrated blue and white severed hand rolled out from his hem, he paused, his brows were tightly frowned, he drew out his green wooden sword, stepped forward and used the sword to pick up the woman's chin.

What kind of face is that, bloody and bloody, without a trace of intact skin, and a big word 'death' on the hideous flesh and blood, covering from the forehead to the chin.

Wei Lin was so startled that he took a step back, killing people but nodding his head. What kind of hatred caused the murderer to torture her like this?

Gathering his mind, his eyes fell on the branch in front of him, where there was a circle of shallow strangle marks, like the imprint formed by something hanging there for many years.

Thinking of the gleam of blue light he saw before he fell into a coma, something was taken away, and he lowered his head to glance at the corpse, probably this is the loser of the snatch.

However, why did the other party let him go?

Wei Lin was thoughtful, was it someone he knew well, or was he afraid of the Nascent Soul cultivator behind him?
After going through untold hardships, breaking through the illusion, but someone picked the peach, Wei Lin was extremely depressed, he didn't even see clearly what the treasure was.

(End of this chapter)