long night walk

The monk's voice was low and hoarse, and it could be heard that he was deliberately concealing his original voice.

His companions all looked at him strangely.

Balian also frowned, as if he had confirmed something, his face became solemn.

But no matter what, the monk's words were like cold water, pouring on everyone's heads, causing them to calm down and wake up.

As he said, they came here to Corridor Tianyuan, and more importantly, to collect intelligence, or to help Demon Emperor Aojiang control the chaos of Chaoyin.

Although they are currently taking orders from Demon Emperor Aojiang, this does not mean that their real master is Demon Emperor Aojiang.

After all, they are immortal monks. Although they are of low origin and have weedy spiritual roots, they believe that they are still on the right path.

If they had not received orders from their superiors, how could they have obeyed the orders of a monster like Demon Emperor Aojiang who could not stand on the stage.

Just entering this Corridor Tianyuan, their life and death depend on the happiness and anger of Demon Emperor Aojiang.

The orders he gave must be fulfilled conscientiously.

However, they did all this in order to pass on complete information.

Even if they are unable to leave the Corridor Tianyuan alive, they must try their best to pass on useful information at the cost of their own lives just like the seniors of the Immortal Alliance who have come to this place of death for generations.

As for the identity of Lin Xi, the master of Cangwu Palace, she practices the magic pupil technique and controls the demon king Yi Yan, and is actually Zhao He, the master of Langya Demon Sect. Once this important information is passed back to the Immortal Alliance, who will know what to do? What a big storm it caused.

Such a terrifying person is still alive in the world, and such important information must not be buried in the dust of the Corridor Tianyuan.

There are clear rumors in the world that Zhao He, the leader of the Demon Sect, was killed by the combined efforts of the three sects.

But she changed her appearance and hid in Cangwu Palace as the palace master.

Is this something the three sects intentionally let go, or is Yin Dufeng, the master of Cangwu Palace, plotting to assassinate Chen Cang?
What is the conspiracy behind this needs to be investigated one by one.

Killing a demon sect leader who was severely injured by Demon King Aojiang was indeed a great achievement, but if they could not bring this news out and dig out the real person behind it, their sacrifice today would be a small sacrifice but a big loss.

More importantly, the identity of this strange young man of unknown origin is still unknown.

If they really fight, are they able to afford the final price?
The face of the woman he called Master Situ changed for a long time, and she gritted her teeth and said:

"Even if we don't have a head-on conflict with this person at this moment and have avoided a big trouble for the time being, how can the Demon Emperor Aojiang be such a good person to get along with?!"

The monk answered: "The Demon King Aojiang just ordered us to come and capture this woman, but he did not stipulate a specific time limit for us to bring her back.

The beast-controlling demon flute is in Master Situ's hands. No matter how powerful Demon Emperor Aojiang is, he is still beyond his reach. "

Situ Zi's expression seemed to be shaken, but he was still hesitating: "The entrance to Corridor Tianyuan has been closed. Even if it is to delay time, how long can we delay it? How can the Demon Emperor Aojiang be fooled?"

The monk sneered and said: "If we hadn't lurked into the corridor and the abyss this time, we wouldn't have known that the demon emperor Aojiang actually had the idea of ​​​​the abyss behemoth. He destroyed the seal of the abyss behemoth without authorization and killed God Lord Kunlun's intention is naturally self-evident.

He has escaped from the control of Lord Immortal, and now he does not attack us just because we are still valuable. "

Another monk also came to understand and said: "In the final analysis, Demon Emperor Aojiang is also a man who fears that the world will be unstable. Although his actions may seem absurd, he has his own rules and calculations.

He broke the seal of the abyssal beast just because he wanted to get the abyssal beast and tame it.

Now that the entrance to the Corridor Tianyuan is closed, how could it not be a manifestation of the strong anger of the giant beasts of the abyss? They are fighting like snipe and clam, but we can't be the profit fishermen. If we don't keep an eye on it, I'm afraid we will just Can be used as cannon fodder by the Demon Emperor. "

Situ Zi looked at Lin Xi who was seriously injured on the ground with great reluctance, gritted his teeth and said: "Is it possible for me to let this Demon Sect Master go without a blink of an eye?!"

The monk who was the first to speak spoke again: "Since we already know her life experience, even if we bring this news to hundreds of immortal sects, it will be a great achievement.

What's more, if the alliance leader wants to deal with Cangwu Palace, the living are much more useful than the dead. If he is killed again without explanation, Yin Dufeng will be able to kill himself without any evidence. "

"This is not the outcome the leader wants to see."

The monk spoke softly, and every word hit the mark. Everyone who came here with the determination to kill now couldn't help but want to retreat.

However, the female cultivator named Situ Zi seemed to have a very high status in the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance, and she was obviously not someone to be fooled.

With a sneer in her eyes, she said: "Even if we don't capture this devil thief today, we can never expect to live a stable life in this Corridor Tianyuan."

As she spoke, the bamboo flute spun up under her feet, fell into her palm, and played a song quickly.

The music is intangible and cannot be comprehended.

But Balian clearly felt that the strange sound wave that did not contain murderous intent was heading towards Lin Xiluo.

The woman's intention was simply too obvious. This music was meant for Lin Xi.

He sighed slightly in his heart.

Bailian stepped forward, stood in front of Lin Xi, and cut the sound with his sword.

The bamboo flute was taught by the Demon Emperor, and the music it played was extremely weird. The invisible sound waves seemed to be chopped into pieces, but they contained an adhesion power that was extremely difficult to defend against.

Balian felt a chill on his wrists, and glanced down, but could not see any strange changes in the skin between his wrists.

However, I did feel another breath intruding into my body.

It doesn't have any harmful aggression.

But as if it had been marked by some kind of power, invisible traces were hidden in some unknown corner of the body.

Seeing that his goal was achieved, Situ Zi laughed loudly: "For this reason, the sound of the demon flute is entangled in your body. In this corridor and abyss, no matter what method you use to hide your aura, as long as there is this mark, you will do it." The monsters bite and kill endlessly.”

Bailian lowered his arms, his eyes fell on the bamboo flute in her hand, and he said without changing his expression: "It's a very interesting flute."

The calm gaze did not carry any sense of oppression, but it made Situ Zi feel slightly uneasy in his heart.

She clenched the bamboo flute in her hand, hid the flute behind her back with a vigilant expression, and sneered: "Even if you are so interested, this flute has no connection with you." The monk who spoke first spoke again: "The sound flute The mark has been set, and the powerful demonic beasts around will soon come looking for the scent. Lord Situ, it’s better for us to leave here as soon as possible.”

Before Situ Zi could speak, he heard Bai Lian chuckle softly, and the small silver sword in his palm turned into a stream of light and disappeared into his sleeve.

Just listen to his deep and beautiful voice slowly sounding in the fog of the wilderness: "I am not interested in your flute, but I am more interested in your lives."

With a serious expression on his face, Situ Zi suddenly felt an unspeakable pressure and threat.

She saw the young man in front of her put his hand into the void, and between his empty palms, the strange bright red demonic energy condensed into a scarlet spear under his palm.

He exerted force on his arm and drew out the spear. At the same time, in the void space behind him, blood condensed into complex spell formations.

From the formation light, a bloody spear emerged.

The unparalleled power of blood spread to the entire space in a very short moment, just like ushering in a real mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Bailian is different from three years ago. He has already condensed his own corpse beads. Whether it is his own blood level or the original power of darkness in his body, it is different from what it used to be.

Situ Zi and the dozens of monks were all casual cultivators of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance. Their own cultivation was only forcibly promoted to the realm of transcending tribulation through acquired spiritual roots and burning life essence.

In terms of combat effectiveness, there is still a big gap between it and the real Tribulation Realm.

Now, being able to travel unhindered in this corridor and abyss is just a matter of borrowing the power of the Demon Emperor and the Demon Flute he taught me.

The real combat power that can be brought to the table is the monsters controlled by them.

But when these monsters smelled the power of blood pouring in like a sea of ​​blood, at the moment when Bai Lian swept out with a shot, the contract chain between his wrists flashed away, and Bai Shaoyan's body, which was a hundred miles away, Long Wei was borrowed into the spear formation.

The dragon roars, suppressed by the ancient and noble race, made those monsters lose their mobility in an instant.

Before Situ Zi even had time to play the flute, a scarlet spear had already broken through the wind. The spiritual defense around her was under the spear transformed by the power of dark blood. It was as thin as paper and its diameter penetrated her body.

She fell from the sky and was nailed deep into the earth.

The remaining monks were even more unbearable. Even the weapons in their hands and their bodies were chopped into two pieces. They were completely unable to resist and soon lost their breath.

Situ Zi still had a breath left. Her face was full of hatred and ferociousness. She gritted her teeth and used her last breath to crush the bamboo flute in her hand before she died with regret.

Among the dozens of monks from the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance, only the monk who spoke first abandoned the monster beneath him and stood on the wilderness looking at Bailian with a complicated expression.

He opened his mouth silently, as if he was horrified by the scene before him.

Bai Lian dispersed the power of the dark blood, looked at the remaining bamboo flute powder in Situ Zi's palm, and said calmly: "I already said I'm not interested in your flute, so why waste my efforts."

The only surviving monk saw the tragic death of his companions, with corpses lying everywhere, but there was no trace of panic on his face.

The voice that sounded under the hood was still calm: "If I were you, I would transfer the demon flute mark in my body to Lin Xi's body now. Demon Emperor Aojiang's demon flute can control demons, and can also lead demons to attack the marked object, and they will not die. endlessly."

Baili'an was silent for a moment, and then said: "If I were you, I would not join the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance. Bailiyu will definitely be very disappointed if he sees you like this."

After hearing this, the monk's body tensed up momentarily, and then relaxed with a slight trembling.

He raised his hand and lifted the black hood covering his forehead, revealing a young face.

It was the Thirteen Swordsman Jinsheng in Kongcang Mountain that year.

Jinsheng shook his head towards Bai Lian and said, "The sect master has completely given up on me, so why should I be disappointed?"

Bailian said: "In this world, only you are qualified to give up yourself."

He raised his eyes and looked at Bailian: "The tendons in my right hand are severed. I will never be able to pull out the Yuanli Sword for the rest of my life. I can't go back to the Tianxi Sword Sect. In the whole world, only the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance can't pull it out." He will despise me as a useless person."

Bai Lian knew that Tianxi Sword Sect was not an impersonal place.

Perhaps as Jinsheng said, Bailiyu had given up on him to inherit the Thirteen Swords, but this did not mean that he had given up Jinsheng's right to be a disciple of Tianxi.

What hindered him from returning to the Tianxi Sword Sect was Jinsheng's dignity.

Jinsheng's eyes flashed twice, and he forced a smile on his face and said: "Fate is really a wonderful thing. I have also heard about your life experience. I never thought that you would be our young master.

It's a pity that I went up the mountain late. Otherwise, I might have recognized you on Kongcang Mountain. Si Chen, isn't your real name? "

Balian did not answer his question, but looked at Jinsheng steadily with a serious expression: "You think that the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance does not dislike you, but in fact, for the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance, they will come to anyone who is valuable to use. No one refuses.

I see that your breath cultivation is extremely abnormal. How can you successfully overcome the realm of soul-killing enlightenment if your knot in your heart is still unresolved. "

Jinsheng slowly raised his right hand, which was intact and had no old injuries, and said with a smile: "I was born to practice swordsmanship. I am a born swordsman. The problem with my heart is that my right hand is damaged. I can no longer practice swordsmanship."

But the leader of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance is willing to find me some elixir to cure my hand injury. "

Bailian looked at Jinsheng without any emotion in his eyes: "What's the price?"

Jin Sheng's smile froze: "What?"

Balian took a step forward and his tone gradually became colder: "I ask you what price you paid for this right hand. The Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance will not give you the elixir for no reason."

Jinsheng was forced to take two steps back by Balian's momentum. There was sweat on his face, and he laughed twice:
"What's the price? Since I joined the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance, if the ancient leader wants me to work for him wholeheartedly, he must first heal my hand injury..."

"He dug his own spiritual roots."

At this moment, Lin Xi, who was seriously injured and lying in the field, struggled to half-prop himself up and suddenly revealed the truth.

A cold look flashed across Jin Sheng's eyes. He looked at Lin Xi nervously and said sternly: "Stop talking nonsense here. I saw clearly the battle between you and Demon Emperor Aojiang. Young Master, this woman's true identity is for Zhao He, the leader of the Langya Demon Sect, has been hiding in Cangwu Palace for many years, most likely with ulterior motives, so what she says cannot be believed at all."

Lin Xi said calmly: "It is true that I am Zhao He, the master of the Demon Sect, but it is also true that I am the master of the healing department. I am proficient in the magic of immortal medicine. I can tell if there is any difference in the spiritual roots in your body at a glance."

Jinsheng obviously didn't have the slightest fondness for demon cultivators, and his words were particularly sharp: "How can you, a blind man, understand anything?"