After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect

Chapter 168 167. Realizing the real devil, a combination of circumstances (8.3K words - please subscribe for the big chapter)

Hanyan Town.

Year after year.

The neighbors around Song Yan's butcher shop changed again and again. His reputation as a timely rain was quite resounding. In addition, he was called the adoptive father by "Princess Chiyan", which attracted good and evil, Jianghu rangers, and court officials to visit him from time to time. Run this way.

And every year, no matter how busy she was, Princess Chiyan would always find time to spend a few days with him.

During this period, Princess Chiyan also tried to find a companion for her adoptive father, but failed; she also tried to arrange some beautiful maids for her adoptive father, but still failed.

However, the princess really listened to her adoptive father's words. She no longer worshiped fire or arranged fire training for her subordinates.

When the fire stopped, she felt weak, uncomfortable, and unwell.

But it recovered after a few months.

As soon as she recovered, she felt that her anger and irritability were fading away.

A sense of weakness and fear arose.

So, Princess Chiyan wrapped herself in a face-covering cloak, transformed into Tie Niu and came to Hanyan Town.

Several children in the town were squatting miserably in a cramped corner. The weather this year was abnormal, and a large number of cattle and sheep were infected with a strange "fever disease" and many died. Therefore, the rations of these children were naturally reduced.

Princess Chiyan looked at those children, and for some reason she felt a trace of compassion in her heart. She stepped forward and patiently asked about the conditions of these children and the lives of ordinary people, and then took out a few pieces of candy from her pocket and gave them to the children.

The children took the candy and went happily.

Princess Chiyan stood up, sighed, turned her head, and saw her foster father in front of the butcher shop not far away.

Rice is still noodles.

Lots of shredded meat.

But the shredded pork that Tie Niu and Tie Niu fought over to eat in the past is just the most common dish for Princess Chiyan today.

After the meal, Princess Chiyan skillfully boiled water, sat down on a small stool, and washed her adoptive father's feet.

While washing, she looked up and saw a few strands of gray in the man's black hair on his temples.

Princess Chiyan lowered her head and said softly: "I have known my adoptive father for fifteen years."

Song Yandao: "You have shown filial piety every year. Today, I see even more kindness."

Princess Chiyan held water with both hands, splashed it on Song Yan's calf, and wiped it carefully. At the same time, she sighed: "Before Xiao Yizhi died, I dreamed every day. In the dream, either he killed me or I killed him. Now that he is dead, I don’t have any more dreams.”

After that, she added: "My adoptive father is right. There is indeed something wrong with the fire. Since I don't use it, I feel that my xinxing has become normal."

Song Yan said: "Do you want to do something?"

Princess Chiyan nodded and said: "King Xixiang is the prince of the western part of the Shiyuan Kingdom. He is called a prince, but he is actually a king. This is because the Shiyuan Kingdom has long existed in name only, and the emperor is in name only. If I want to do it, I will definitely do it. ”

Song Yan said: "How is your relationship with Tieniu?"

Princess Chiyan said: "He is too upright, both in hatred and in love. He is easily deceived by traitors. However, I have a confidant by his side and have always protected him."

When Song Yan heard this, he didn't know what to say for a while. He only said one sentence for a long time: "If you are tired, marry yourself out early, or come to Hanyan to stay."

Princess Chiyan smiled bitterly and shook her head, saying: "It's just a marriage. If I leave, something will happen to Xiao Cheng, and the power of King Xixiang will definitely fall by the wayside.

As for coming to the mayor of Hanyan Town to accompany my adoptive father, it is indeed my wish, but in the Jianghu court, how can a Princess Chiyan be free to do whatever she wants?

Now that you have entered this situation and are in this situation, you can only escape by dying. "

Song Yan suddenly became quiet.

He actually saw his own shadow in Princess Chiyan.

The same dilemma, and the same good thoughts, but these good thoughts had to turn into evil thoughts because they couldn't help themselves.

Is this the case with the princess?

Isn't he the same?

In the silent cabin, only the sound of rushing water was left.

After a long time, Song Yan raised his hand and gently rubbed Princess Chiyan's hair and said, "Good boy."

Princess Chiyan said: "The water is cold, I will wipe my adoptive father's feet."

Song Yan said: "If you can't survive, come to me, remember."

Princess Chiyan heard pure love from these words. It was the love of the elders for the younger ones. It was very real and not mixed with anything else.

Although his adoptive father was a mere mortal, with the exception of the strength gained from killing pigs and his two hands as a dealer, let alone power, this feeling made Princess Chi Yan feel warm in her heart.

She smiled and said, "Definitely!"

Several years passed in the blink of an eye.

Song Yanan lived peacefully and leisurely in this small town.

His heart also settled down over time.

He made a wicker chair by himself, and would lie down on it on sunny days, swaying, listening to the "creak" sound, the rustling of the leaves in the wind, and smelling the fragrance of flowers that change with the four seasons, and spend his time peacefully.

Trees have been planted around Hanyan Butcher Shop, including many apricot trees, peach trees, and willow trees.

For the beautiful scenery in spring, the single color is the top priority when designing the landscape, and then "the monarch and his ministers complement each other". But the surroundings of the butcher shop are bright red and green, and are vulgar. It is not a scholar's style, but it has the atmosphere of the common people.

There were often urchins playing under the tree, calling "uncle" around his wicker chair, and gradually someone started calling "grandpa".

Many people who received his favor in the past years have returned. They may not be on the same road, but they will always come around when they pass through Hanyan Town. Some gave him gold and silver, fine wine, delicious food, elixirs, and so on.

What's even more outrageous is that there are people who have become killers and come to him specifically to ask, "If you want to kill someone, you can kill him for free." Others come and say that he has high prestige in the surrounding area and is the father of Chiyan County. , why not secretly form a force, and there will be a hundred responses.

Another ordinary morning.

Song Yan slaughtered the pigs with the help of two hired boys and started selling the meat as usual.

From a distance, an old man ran up and said with a smile: "Boss Li, two kilograms of ribs!"

Song Yan recognized the old man and said with a smile, "Are you rich today?"

The old man said happily: "My son has been freed from slavery! It was the order given by King Xixiang! In addition to this, there are many more. Even the rent of the spiritual field has been announced with a clear price!"

Song Yan smiled and said, "That is indeed good news."

The slave status under King Xixiang was different from other places. The slaves here were like livestock and could even be slaughtered for sacrifice. In the past, when there were not so many slaves, the powerful would stir up troubles, let some people take the trouble, and then turn them into slaves.

As for the leasing of spiritual fields, it has always been shady in the past because it is not transparent. In the past, it was okay for people to graze cattle and sheep, but in recent years, livestock fever has become more and more serious, and treatment requires a lot of money, so converting to spiritual fields has become a better option.

Most of the fields here are sand fields, which are not suitable for planting at all, but Lingtian is an exception.

However, most of the spiritual fields are in the hands of the powerful and the government. The rent is one price per field, and each person negotiates it. There is no money to borrow, and the interest rate is extremely high. Now that the price and interest can be regulated, it is a great joy. No wonder the old man is happy. This is because he sees hope of living and getting better.

"Witch! Scarlet Flame Witch! How does she want us to survive?! How can she put a price on the spiritual field? Why does she have it?"

"Yes, brother, we helped her to become the leader at the beginning, but now? Her wings have become stiff and she looks down on us at all. This is not the abolition of slavery. This is a slap in your face."

"Brother!"

"Brother!"

In a luxurious house, a group of dignitaries surrounded a general, talking to each other.

That general was mighty and majestic, and he was none other than Ding Guangzan, the general who had "the power of following the dragon" against King Xixiang. He is also the current general of Xixiang Kingdom.

Ding Guangzan listened to the nagging of the old brothers and frowned: "Mark a price? It won't make you unable to survive, right? Isn't it just a small concubine for one room?"

The person next to me cried: "It's not just a price tag, but there are many supporting measures. This is going to kill us."

"Brother, she doesn't allow us to sacrifice humans, but we are used to it all the time. Are our ancestors still waiting for slaves underground? Now there is no one to sacrifice, and our ancestors have no one to accompany them. Isn't this unfilial! "

"Yes, brother!"

Ding Guangzan felt irritated and said: "Stop arguing! Princess Chiyan is quite talented and generous. She has talked to me about her reform. I tell you, which family has no money or food? As for the old man, Ancestor, we will replace it with paper figures from now on.”

The air became quiet for a moment.

Some people retreated silently, making eye contact with each other.

When they got to a quiet place, someone said coldly: "General Ding was bewitched by the witch."

Another person said: "What to do now?"

Another person said: "You don't know yet, right? That witch has abandoned the Holy Fire Cult."

"So what if she betrays her? Now she has the power and the military power."

"Hey Bing Quan? If there's a real fight, what's the use of having more soldiers? If you encounter a fierce one, they'll collapse at the first touch, no matter how many there are, it's useless." A man with a sinister look waved his hand.

Several people gathered around.

The man said: "I found the Holy Fire Cult envoy outside. The Scarlet Flame Witch has abandoned her. We can join."

Several people's eyes rolled, and the atmosphere became a little frozen, until one person twirled his beard and said with a smile: "Wonderful!"

Everyone laughed and praised him.

Although the Holy Fire is a bit scary, but for your own benefit, what if it is a bit scary?

A few years later.

In his sleep, a piece of wet cloth suddenly fell on General Ding Guangzan's face.

Ding Guangzan screamed "wuwu", but he felt that there were many people pressing on him, making it impossible for him to breathe.

Slowly, he stopped struggling, and before he died, he heard a familiar voice.

"Brother, don't blame us. If not, blame you for being bewitched by the witch."

For the country where King Xixiang lived, the death of the general was big news. Many people went to check and confirmed that the general died of natural causes in his dream, presumably due to old illnesses from battles.

The king of the country supported the coffin, and the princess walked with him, and they were taken to the outskirts of the country for a grand burial at a geomantic treasure land.

But just after the coffin was buried, Princess Chiyan noticed something was wrong. She turned around and saw black shadows protruding from the mountains and fields. They were masked men in black robes.

Even though those people were masked, their eyes were ferocious, and their whole bodies exuded a heart-stopping aura.

Princess Chiyan has many guards, and she gives orders calmly.

However, the defeat was like a mountain falling.

Hanyan Town once again welcomed a fast horse.

The knight beat gongs and drums and shouted: "The witch is arrested and will be executed in seven days! The magic of the Lingtian goes against heaven and is abolished from now on!"

"The witch is arrested and will be executed in seven days! The Lingtian Demon Law goes against heaven and will be abolished from now on!"

In the town, the people were stunned. A young man with a strong spirit rushed out and roared: "The Lingtian method is not a magic method!!"

Officers and soldiers immediately stepped forward to suppress it.

But then, more people rushed to the streets.

The Tao is one foot high, and the devil is one foot high.

When many people appeared on the streets, more soldiers also appeared in the distance.

The iron armor was dazzling and cold in the sun, which was frightening!

The general in the lead was the general who had been stationed here to protect the father of Chiyan County in recent years. The general roared: "Don't make trouble, don't make trouble!!"

He waved his knife, and the crowd was scared and scattered.

The general led the team all the way to the Hanyan Meat Shop. Looking at the old man who was still wielding a knife to chop bones in front of the shop, he stopped, saluted, and said: "Mr. Li is called a butcher, but he is an open-minded and particular person. Now you should know what I will do in the future, right?"

Song Yan put down the knife and said calmly: "I know."

The general said: "It's good that you know. We have known each other for these years. I still admire you very much. In this case, let's be decent."

Song Yan said lightly: "What do you want to do?"

The general said: "There is an order from above to escort him to Qingyang City. After seven days, he will be executed together with the witch."

Song Yan said: "Seven days? That time is quite tight."

"That's right, we have to go now." The general waved his hand helplessly.

The soldier behind him brought a pot of fine wine.

The general said, "Let me send you off."

Song Yan waved his hand.

The general did not force it.

The soldier brought the fine wine back, and someone else came up with shackles and looked at the general.

The general sighed and waved his hand.

The shackles were soon locked on Song Yan's wrists.

Song Yan also walked into the prison car.

He leaned on the railing of the prison car, looked up at the floating clouds, and seemed to be thinking about something.

On both sides of the road, the people cried and cursed, and good thoughts and evil thoughts intertwined, covering his body, unpredictable.

Princess Chi Yan got evil because of her good deeds. Is this good and evil?

He did so many good things and got a lot of good rewards, but he also got bad rewards. What is this?

Does the general have a choice? If he doesn't lock himself, he will die. Is he helping the tyrant and full of evil thoughts?

Which is good? Which is evil?

If you do evil with the intention of doing good, then isn't that evil? If you do evil without the intention of doing evil, then it is also evil, so it is also evil. Intentional or unintentional, it has nothing to do with good or evil, it is all out of one's control. But being out of one's control, how can it be an excuse for good or evil?

Good deeds will be rewarded with good and bad deeds, evil deeds will be rewarded with bad and good deeds, it is a big joke to seek good results with good causes.

Actually.

Goodness is also pure.

Evil is also pure.

The mind moves with the thoughts, and the environment is created by the mind.

When good thoughts arise, it is Buddha; when evil thoughts arise, it is demon.

But look at my left and right faces, one is good and the other is evil, so am I Buddha or demon?

The seven emotions and six desires are always with me, good and evil are determined by the heart.

Neither.

It's just my true self.

The governor of Chiyan County had good thoughts and was met with evil thoughts. This general had good thoughts and then evil thoughts. Good thoughts did not lead to evil thoughts, and good thoughts did not turn into evil thoughts. Everything is because the world is unpredictable and people's hearts are unpredictable. That's all.

"Idiot."

The old man in the prison car suddenly hummed a word, and then muttered, "I told you not to worship fire, why don't you let your subordinates worship it? I told you to do more good, but I didn't tell you not to do evil? You didn't use the power that should be used, but instead gave it to the enemy, tied your hands and feet, otherwise why would you end up like this?"

"Really... Really hum hum, huh huh, hahahaha!!!"

"Really stupid!"

Song Yanchang let out a sigh of relief, casually tore off the shackles on his hands, tore open the cage, his white hair turned black, his old face returned to youth, and then in the shocked eyes of the surrounding soldiers and civilians, he cast his eyes on the general and said lightly: "Xiao Mingrong has my support, the general wants to change the flag, so wait a little longer."

He stood up with his hands behind his back, like a rainbow turning into light, shooting into the distance.

Obviously, Xixiang Kingdom also has cultivators and communication stones.

When Song Yan arrived in front of Qingyang City, elite soldiers had already gathered outside the city. In the front were some black-robed men with a strong aura. There were even monks floating in the sky, with flames around them.

The dignitaries in the back looked up at the man who came alone from the horizon, whispering to each other, as if they were making a final discussion, discussing who would talk to the monk.

They really didn't expect that the butcher who had stayed in Hanyan Town for decades was actually a monk.

But so what?

Even if he was a monk, he couldn't resist the many armies, fire-worshiping apostles, and Holy Fire Cult messengers on his side.

Song Yan glanced at the crowd of people, didn't intend to say more, and casually raised a finger.

The finger pressed down.

The world pressed down.

Thousands of soldiers, fire-worshiping apostles, Holy Fire Cult messengers, and dignitaries who started the plot were all crushed like ants in an instant.

Death!!!

More than a month later.

The bloody storm in Xixiang country, a group of powerful people were uprooted, and the Lingtian Law and the abolition of slavery were no longer hindered.

All because of the mysterious monk.

With the help of the monk, Princess Chiyan changed from a death row prisoner to a real uncrowned king. Her power was no longer constrained, and she could decide life and death with a single word.

But Princess Chiyan, who seemed like a queen, was in a daze.

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She is already 39 years old this year, but she is well maintained and still a beautiful woman with extraordinary grace.

But this beautiful woman stared at the young man in front of her blankly, and shouted for a long time: "Adoptive father."

She actually shouted many times, but she couldn't help but stay still every time she shouted. Thinking of how she washed his feet many times and lived alone in the same room, she was really in a complicated mood.

Song Yan said: "This is not my original appearance."

Princess Chiyan was stunned again, and then whispered: "What does the adoptive father look like?"

Song Yan said: "If you see it and know it, it means you have a great cause and effect. From now on, I am afraid that the Xixiang Kingdom will suddenly suffer a disaster."

Princess Chiyan was silent for a moment and said, "My daughter knows, and she doesn't ask."

Song Yan said: "I came here to understand the Tao, and now I have understood it. You are asking for restoration of the country and reform, and you are also asking for something. Everyone is happy. It is time for you and me to end our relationship."

Princess Chiyan bit her lips. She wanted to say "I am willing to follow my adoptive father" from the bottom of her heart. However, she still needed to promote the reform in Xixiang Kingdom. The old dignitaries were dead and the future was completely under her control. If she leaves, Xixiang Kingdom will inevitably fall into greater war. She can't leave.

"Father!"

Princess Chiyan suddenly threw herself into the young man's arms, her cheek pressed tightly against the young man's chest, her eyes closed, and two lines of tears fell naturally.

Song Yan stroked her hair gently, just like he stroked the girl who fell in the rain and held her head while protecting her brother.

"I can't bear to leave you!"

Princess Chiyan cried.

Although she was crying, her words were not to persuade her.

She knew that her adoptive father would definitely leave, just as she would never leave.

She just couldn't help herself.

"Is there any banquet that lasts forever? It's just morning and evening. It's just the right time to say goodbye. Stupid girl, don't cry."

Song Yan hugged her lovingly.

Princess Chiyan let go of her hand, raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and took a deep breath. In the next moment, her face was stern, and she regained the majesty of a superior.

She took two steps back and said, "Congratulations to my adoptive father."

The next moment, the young man in front of her turned into a rainbow and disappeared away.

Princess Chiyan stood with her eyes closed for a long time, then turned around and walked out of the courtyard covered by arrays and mysterious jade.

Outside the courtyard, a line of dead soldiers were standing, each of them with fire burning on their bodies, and their expressions were quite ferocious.

"Princess Princess!"

"Princess Princess!"

The dead man bowed his head.

Princess Chiyan waved her hand and said coldly: "Search for the remnants of the counter-reformation. Once found, kill them without mercy! From now on, I will be the saint of the Fire Worship Cult. The remaining people who falsely talk about worshiping the Fire Worshiper will die!"

"yes!"

The dead soldiers dispersed everywhere.

The light of the morning sun has just fallen on this city that has experienced a bloodbath. However, if the old does not go away and the new does not come, Qingyang City will usher in a better future.

More than a month later.

A place filled with profound energy from the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

The three geniuses who were selected, and even a young man from the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, all looked disappointed.

"No! It really can't be done!"

"I can't learn it. It's impossible to learn this spell! It's been thirty years and there's been no progress at all!"

"The junior brothers and sisters who were not as good as before have already broken through the Jianggong realm, and those who are faster are almost reaching the middle stage of the Jianggong realm. I have wasted decades of time!"

Tang Xiaoping frowned and looked at the four geniuses in the distance.

Over the years, he has used all kinds of means, massive resources, and words and deeds, but he can't get these four people to learn the spell.

No!

It cannot be said that there is no progress.

It can only be said that the progress is extremely slow. It took these four geniuses thirty years to learn only the starting moves of "Xuanshan Three Layers", and the "Three Layers" can also complete one move.

At this rate, it will actually take another thirty years to learn it.

But what's the point?

Before the spell is fully practiced, the person is about to die and his life span is about to end.

This is a waste of time.

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Tang Xiaokong said: "Fourth, your method, which is incompatible with heaven and earth, is still a clever and obscene technique after all."

Tang Xiaoping sighed and said: "Third brother, it's not that you have any extraordinary skills, it's just that you don't have enough understanding."

Tang Xiaokong smiled and said: "Then the ancient monks had very strong understanding? This is just a method that an old monk like you came up with when he had nothing to do. Although it is powerful, it is just that. It takes a lot of time, and it still doesn't work. It’s not as good as the bloodline spell from a certain palace in Jiang Palace.”

Tang Xiaoping suddenly said: "Where is Han'er?"

Tang Xiaokong said: "Han'er is just imitating."

Tang Xiaoping said: "Do you really think it's imitation?"

Tang Xiaokong was silent for a long time and said, "I can only say that the imitation is more real than the real thing."

Tang Xiaoping said: "He is not imitating, he has already mastered it. Some people can understand it with a stick of incense, and some people can't understand it in thirty years. The difference in understanding given by heaven is so huge! It is really as big as the difference between clouds and mud!"

The old man looked up to the sky and sighed, full of emotions.

"Three Layers of Xuanshan", "Shengen Lianshan Technique", "Three Steps of Knocking to the Sky", these methods that are incompatible in heaven and earth, Xiaohan can practice them, ancient monks can also practice them, but today's geniuses cannot practice them. What's the reason? !

Thinking of this, Tang Xiaoping suddenly asked: "What is Xiaohan doing recently? Is he practicing in Gushe Mountain?"

He didn't really want to know Song Yan's whereabouts, he was just curious about what a genius like that would do on a daily basis.

Tang Xiaokong said with a strange look on his face: "He is a butcher in a small country in the world."

Tang Xiaoping was stunned for a long time, and then he was about to explode like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He almost roared: "What a waste of natural resources! What a waste of natural resources!! Third brother, you don't care about this? Such a powerful genius, how could he..."

Before the old man could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Tang Xiaokong.

"Fourth, do you think that being a butcher in a small mortal country is a bit like a certain step in our breakthrough process?"

Tang Xiaoping was stunned, then waved his hands repeatedly: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! He"

Tang Xiaokong said: "Ancestor Ning Xin told us not to ask him anything. This already explains a lot."

Tang Xiaoping said: "I am reborn as my ancestor!

Feng Chengzi, or Old Man Kuzhu?

It can't be Aunt Hanxing, right? "

Tang Xiaokong said: "If this is the case, he can tell me or anyone else."

Tang Xiaoping said: "No matter Feng Chengzi, Old Man Kuzhu, or Han Xing, they have all disappeared, and we can't understand their experiences. But it's not like you don't know about the situation of Soul Threshold, it's just what we encountered. If it's It’s not surprising that the more terrifying realm has lost its memory.”

Tang Xiaokong said: "If he is real, then... he is so senior, who should he find as his Taoist companion at the next gathering?"

The two looked at each other, and suddenly Tang Xiaokong seemed to feel something, and said quietly: "He returned to Gushe Mountain and sat down in Xuanxin. In addition, he also reminded me that the danger of the sacrificial fire was getting bigger and bigger. The scope is getting wider.”

Tang Xiaoping:

A moment.

Thought transmission.

Now Tang Xiaoxuan, the leader of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, once again obtained information about Song Yan.

Tang Xiaokong said: "Clan leader, do you want to go to the Snow Country?"

Tang Xiaoxuan said calmly: "Isn't it just a sacrifice of the demon infant? The Demon Infant of the Sea of ​​Bitterness is something I would never encounter if I wanted to. I'm just waiting for it to be born in order to sacrifice and refine the evil weapon."

As the leader of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, how could he not know what was going on?

When every disaster expands, it must be accompanied by the acquiescence of a big shot.

Tang Xiaoxuan already knew this.

That's why the last time Song Yan conveyed a message, he was indifferent.

Now, he is also indifferent.

However, when he heard that Song Yan was already sitting in Xuanxin of Gushe Mountain and might be the ancestor of the clan, he still had some new ideas.

He can ignore the reminder of a genius, but he cannot ignore the reminder of a "possible ancestor".

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes again and passed the message to the other side.

Ancestor Ning Xin, Tang Ning Xin.

Dressed in green clothes, her face is as calm as a goddess, and her temperament is like an ancient pond that has been sealed for hundreds of years. Even if the world is like the wind, it cannot blow a single wave in her heart.

At this time, she was sitting cross-legged in the Tianchi of the Ancestral Vein, holding water with her palms. Her eyes were facing each other with the Yin-Yang Dragon in the pool, as if she was discerning the "oracle" from her distant ancestors.

Water and sky meet, people and water meet, she seems to be completely included in this world, and this world also seems to be still because of her temperament.

She is the only ancestor of the Divine Infant besides the clan leader among the seniors of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan who are currently in charge.

Because of her tacit understanding with Yin Yang Xuanlong, even if all the ancestors of the Divine Infants have left, she will still sit in the clan.

After listening to what Tang Xiaoxuan said about "Snow Country sacrificing a demon baby" and "conjectures about that little guy", Tang Ningxin responded: "He has the aura of Feng Chengzi."

Tang Xiaoxuan thought: "That's right, the ancestor of Fengcheng is the best at soul arts. He has the best chance of escaping from death, seizing the body and returning. It is normal for his memory to be lost. I think he has many adventures, So it’s a blessing in disguise. After seizing the body, my understanding and talent have improved to a higher level.”

Neither of them mentioned the "Phaseless Mask" thing.

"Phaseless masks" are extremely special existences. There are only a few phaseless masks that can leave the thoughts of the divine infant, and the one from Feng Chengzi's lineage is naturally one of them.

In their opinion, Feng Chengzi most likely tampered with the Wuxiang Mask of his own lineage, and then at the critical moment of life and death, he somehow used the bloodline and soul connection to escape back to the Wuxiang Mask, thus killing his descendants.

This thing is really unkind.

Tang Ning thought to herself, "It doesn't matter whether he is Feng Chengzi or not. I have already divined that his existence is a good thing for our Wuxiang Clan."

Tang Xiao preached: "If you think it's too much, test the Snow Country Demon Infant for me."

Tang Ning thought to herself: "This hexagram is not small, we need to wait. What's more, in recent days, the soul threshold of Ice Mirror Wasteland seems to be opened again. I need to make some calculations about suitable treasure pickers first, and then prepare in advance. We can’t miss this good opportunity to pick up the evil treasure this time.”

Tang Xiao preached: "Once you figure it out, I will immediately send people to capture all the suitable treasure pickers."

After saying that, he suddenly paused again and said: "I had no idea before, but now I suddenly feel that there is any connection between sacrificing the demon infant and the soul threshold of the Ice Mirror Wasteland?"

Tang Ning thought to herself, "Don't be impatient. We'll tell you later after I tell you."

Tang Xiaoxuan changed the topic and said: "If that boy is really the ancestor of Fengcheng, how will his Taoist companions arrange the next gathering?"

Tang Ning thought to herself: "The old man matches the old man. He is Feng Chengzi, and I will treat him as his Taoist companion."

After saying that, the goddess in green sighed softly: "Old friends have withered away. It's rare to see an old friend who can come back alive. Even if we didn't meet him in the previous life, let me guard him and watch over him in this life. Just as I guard my Wuxiang Ancient Clan. ’s future.”

Tang Xiaoxuan was silent for a moment and said: "It doesn't matter, it depends on his level. If he is really the ancestor of Fengcheng, and he has a great opportunity, he will have to have an explanation when he sits on Xuanxin.

The ancestor of Fengcheng is the best at soul blasting. If he is, he will definitely do something this time. In this way, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner hidden in our clan can be returned to its original owner. "

Gushe Mountain, Xuanxin.

Although this mysterious heart is not the evil mysterious heart, Song Yan is no longer just a ghost mysterious root.

The Earth Mysterious Root is enough to complete a breakthrough in the Purple Mansion Realm here.

Still, he needed something.

The rules of the Wuxiang ancient clan are that if you want to take something from the clan, you must either provide contribution points or barter.

Where can Song Yan find anything?

However, there are many happy princesses.

After knowing that the items Song Yan needed were all "white hole crystal jade" including the five elements, evil spirits, souls, and cause and effect, she had a strange look on her face, but she still did it.

These things are extremely precious, but the heritage of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan is reflected here.

It doesn't exist anywhere else, but the Wuxiang Ancient Clan has it.

After arranging this matter, Song Yan called Wang Susu, An Li, and Yu Xuanwei.

Then, in front of An Li, he raised his hand to draw the Blood Slave Talisman, engraved it on Wang Susu's eyebrows, and then engraved it on Yu Xuanwei's eyebrows.

Both Wang Susu and Yu Xuanwei are already in the state of pseudo-mansion.

But these two people were completely unable to counterattack Song Yan, the late Jianggong.

"This is the ancient blood slave talisman. My essence and blood can nourish the body and soul, and increase the speed of cultivation. But life and death are completely determined by my thoughts. They will know many of my secrets, so I must use this talisman to control them."

After saying that, Song Yan lowered his eyes slightly and said softly: "Anli, the person you know is no longer here."

Enri smiled lightly and said warmly: "The person that senior brother knew is no longer here either."

She stepped forward, raised her pretty face, and said, "Since this ancient blood slave talisman is so good, I want it too."

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, and finally slowly raised his finger and touched the center of Anli's eyebrows, touching the once fragile love.