Becoming a Senior Sister Lingshan

Chapter 79 Reaction of the Parties
Now, he only needs to hide his own aura and avoid the people in Shushan, the fairy sword or something...

Don't worry too much about it.

The man has long since discovered that Immortal Sword and Shu Mountain are not one. The former seems to be only fulfilling its duties, and the others have nothing to do with it.

Although it is a bit strange, this is the current situation between Xianjian and Shushan.

Otherwise, he would have died a long time ago, how could he have survived to this day with a wisp of remnant soul.

Although he had been discovered by the Immortal Sword, the people in Shushan didn't know it. From the fact that he escaped from the Sword Tomb safely, it could be seen that Li Huo Hongling didn't care about this matter.

[Without the fairy sword getting in the way, just a Shu Mountain...] Thinking about it, the man smiled.

There are fears, but there are also some blessings.

With his current "half-dead" appearance, if Xianjian really performed his duty, he would have been dead the moment he fled. Unlike the previous physical destruction, if he was killed again this time, he would really be unable to be reborn forever.

This kind of matter, the senior demons naturally explained it clearly to him. After weighing the pros and cons, the natural hostility of the demons made him choose to gamble this time.

If you don't live, you die.

Turns out he won the bet.

Li Huo Hongling ignored him.

A red light flashed, and the sound of a sharp blade being drawn out of its sheath, the Mo Yuan sword was pulled out from the rock, trembling in the air for a moment, and then stabilized his body.

Although he couldn't get rid of the magic sword, he had been the master of Mo Yuan for so many years, and now he was in the state of "Sword Spirit". The man could already easily control Mo Yuan's actions.

However, relying on his mobility is not enough to leave the Shushan Sword Sect, and he will definitely be discovered if he escapes halfway...

Although he used to be very strong, the man didn't think that a sword could defeat a venerable.

However, his ability to hide is top-notch in the devil world. I believe no one can find him, not even those venerables.

What's more, he is not blind, and Dongfang's Tongtian Sword Intent can naturally understand it.

Thinking about it, something happened to Xianjian.

Otherwise, how could the enchantment loosen.

Thinking of this, the man smiled. He has always been afraid of the hated fairy sword, but today it helped him to drag the main force of Shushan, otherwise if there is a venerable guard at the entrance.

Then he will be thrown back into the sword mound immediately.

"Hahaha!"

After the loud laughter, the depression in the man's chest was swept away.

He won this gamble, and he won it completely.

After leaving Shushan, he has his own way to recover his strength, and then the human race will know what the real devil is.

just now……

The man closed his eyes, looking for something.

[Three? 】

Opening his eyes, the man's face was full of surprise.

In this huge sword pavilion, there are only three breaths of living people.

What he didn't know was that because Venerable Ye was in charge of the sword-testing stage, the Jiange had been empty at this time, and most of the disciples of the Jiange gathered on the sword-holding cliff.

At this time, there were only three people still in the Jiange.

The unconscious Yunxiao and Lezheng Luoting, and the girl who was comprehending the sword scripture.

[We need to act quickly. 】

Although I don't know why there are so few people, but this is the territory of a venerable after all, and it will be difficult to wait for him to come back.

Now he has propped up the barrier, which can block Mo Yuan's breath, this is because the Venerable is not around.

Otherwise, it would be death if Guangming opened the enchantment.

For the problem of magic leakage.The man didn't care, let's not say that the enchantment can absorb magic energy, it is impossible to leak it.

Just because the human race was slow to react to the devil energy, he could rest assured that the only thing he needed to worry about was the exposure of Mo Yuanjian's breath.

After all, this is the sword sect, and they always have a special feeling for swords.

And the man's idea is very simple, as the artificial "sword spirit" of Mo Yuanjian, it is very easy to leave Shushan.

Recognize the Lord.

Just recognize the Lord.

Mo Yuan recognizes the master, so he can survive with the help of the host's sea of ​​consciousness.

That is what is often referred to as possession.

As for after possession...

Hehe, he is not a sword spirit in the true sense, he has entered the sea of ​​consciousness, and he can do whatever he wants.

Seizing the house is also a matter of thought.

And because of the special nature of the magic sword, it is possible to forcibly recognize the master.

[Need speed. 】

The man thought, and manipulated Mo Yuanjian to slowly fly towards the nearest breath.

There is the direction of Lezheng Luoting.

……

In the cave, Venerable Ye closed his eyes tightly, while comforting Xianjian, he searched for Lu Ling's whereabouts in other places.

Because of the expanded range of snow, it is now more difficult to find.

He didn't notice anything strange about Jiange.

……

Lingxue has enveloped the entire Shushan Sword Sect, the white mountain, the white water, and the white stegosaurus.

A piece of snow white.

At this time, in a hut in the corner of Shushan, a young man in white opened the door while holding a large stone table in his hands.

Walking looks a little funny.

He put the table in the yard against the heavy snow, and took a few breaths.

After wiping off the sweat from his forehead, the young man went back and forth twice. After that, there were two more stone benches next to Shi Zhuozi, and a "bowl"-shaped object was placed on the table.

If you look closely, there are vertical and horizontal lines on the stone table.

Like a chess board.

At this time, the snow was falling more and more heavily, and in less than a minute, the table was already wet, and snowflakes were about to fall.

"Could you hurry up, old man, you're going to die if you drag!" At this moment, the young man sat down on the spot and let out his hair, which fluttered in the wind.

Although the vulgar language was spoken, there was a sense of being out of the world in the young man.

"Here we come, what's the hurry?" At this moment, a crooked figure slowly came out of the thatched hut.

He was wearing a bamboo hat and a coir raincoat over his body.

This is an old man with piles of wrinkles on his face and dirty white hair that looks like he hasn't taken care of it for a long time.

He seemed to be afraid of the cold. When he went out, a gust of cold wind blew by, and the old man shivered unnaturally.

"This old man is in his dying years, so he can't compare to you young people..." The old man walked slowly to the stone bench and sat down, saying.

"..."

Looking at his slow look, the young man became angry for a while.

"Why are you pretending to be dead? Speaking of which, you were born a few years later than me. Show me this now?" The young man ordered the chess pieces.

"It's you who called me [Old Thing], I'm just playing this role well." The old man laughed.

"Lots of nonsense." The young man shook his head, and said after catching a snowflake.

"It's such a good weather, it's a pity not to play a few games."

"There hasn't been such a heavy snow in Shushan for a long time." Hearing this, the old man nodded.

"...the last time...was hundreds of years ago? Forget it, I'm getting old, so I can't remember."

"But the idea of ​​playing chess in the snow is good. I think I should be able to win today."

Seeing the old man shaking his head, the young man picked up a chess piece in disdain.

"Want to win me? You're still a little tender."

"Oh, I won yesterday." The old man reminded.

"...It's just the son-in-law, it doesn't count." The young man was taken aback for a moment, then waved his hand.

"Why doesn't it count? Shengtian son-in-law counts, but you don't count?"

"Naturally." The young man nodded, and then changed the subject.

"I said old stuff, the snow is unusual."

"It doesn't even show that you think I'm really old and dead." The old man took off his bamboo hat and said after wiping off his sweat.

"..." The young man was speechless: "What do you think?"

"Thoughts?" The old man wiped his frozen red nose, then looked into the distance and clicked in two directions.

One is Lu Ling's direction at this time, and the other is Jiange.

"This, and this..."

"Which one do you want to manage?"

"Ah Choo!" Saying this, the old man sneezed, tears streaming down his face.

"That's right, someone else will handle it." Hearing this, the young man nodded first, then shook his head and said, "Can you stop being so sloppy, old man, it's disgusting."

"Play chess, play chess..."

After a while, heavy snow covered the thatched cottage, and also covered this inconspicuous corner of Shushan.

(End of this chapter)