The Demon Lord has too many aliases

Therefore, these formations will deliberately select disciples who suit their liking and combine them in pairs.

The deeper the affection and the greater the tacit understanding, the more likely it is that someone will be screened out.

Even if one is in the south and the other is in the north, thousands of miles apart, the two formations can still meet across the formation.

Over time, this place has become what many people call "a thin thread that ties a thousand-mile marriage together."

“The formations are interconnected and unpredictable, so this place can be regarded as an excellent escape route.

If it weren't for Xue Hanshan's reminder, I would have almost forgotten this place..." Yan Weilou silently stared at the bridge, his deep eyes filled with unpredictability.

At some point, wisps of water vapor rose from the river, and gradually, wisps of white mist enveloped the small bridge.

Yan Weilou flashed a few steps, his body flew like a feather, and was submerged in the white mist for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, the world in front of him turned into a vast expanse, and the small bridge that could be seen at the end became endless and long.

"Since it is one of the formations used by the ancient sect to select disciples, it must have its formation node, which can be connected with other formations all over the world..." Yan Weilou was unhurried, silently calculating in his mind, and he didn't Look at the various illusions changing around you, and walk forward like a leisurely stroll.

Sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes forward, sometimes backward.

His past life experience is also a valuable asset to him.

He has been able to escape from all kinds of pursuits countless times. He can basically understand a few tricks, elixirs, traps, traps and other various heretical methods.

At this time, the surrounding world seemed to have become a chessboard in his mind, and he himself was a chess piece on the chessboard. Vertically and horizontally, he unknowingly broke the formation nodes one after another.

Every node leads to other formations set up by the unknown ancient sect in various parts of China.

Although most of them may have been damaged long ago, as long as there is one formation left, it is a possible escape route for Yan Weilou.

If one day I can't help but make big news, I still have a chance to escape calmly.

Silently marking the coordinates of all the formation nodes in his heart, he was about to leave when the white mist around him suddenly surged, and the mist intertwined into a vortex.

Immediately afterwards, a figure walked out of the whirlpool and appeared in front of Yan Weilou, accompanied by an uncontrollable low cough.

White clothes, black hair, the face revealed between the slender fingers is paler than snow, a pair of sleepy eyes seems to be covered with a thin layer of mist, there is no trace of popularity in his body, he seems to have no desires, no joys, no joy. sad.

Yan Weilou was startled for a moment.

The person opposite covered his mouth and let out a series of coughs. Then he raised his eyes, seeming to notice the presence of Yan Weilou, and his long eyelashes trembled.

After being stunned for a moment, his body suddenly straightened up and his lips curved upward.

The thin mist in those sleepy eyes instantly dissipated, revealing full of surprise, as if the stars in the sky were reflected in them.

"Original..." The man in white looked dazed for a moment and subconsciously reached out his hand.

Yan Weilou's eyes were slightly cold and he made no move.

The next moment, a hand passed by his sleeve.

The surrounding white mist suddenly dissipated like a tide, all kinds of illusions disappeared like light and shadow, and the boundless formation space was hidden again.

The figure of the man in white also dissipates with the mist, making it unclear whether it is an illusion or reality.

The vision of "a thin thread" is over.

Yanwei Tower reappeared on the bridge.

The Huai River below is long and the waves flow eastward.

The brilliance of the stars and the moon intertwined with thousands of lights, reflecting the two sides of the Huaihe River as if it were daytime, and also illuminated the many pairs of figures.

He glanced around and saw two slightly familiar figures among them.

The man is handsome in appearance, dressed in regular clothes, and has the aura of a nobleman.

The girl next to her is elegantly dressed in green, with dark eyebrows and rosy lips. Her every frown and smile have a charming charm.

The two of them were very close to each other, holding a pair of lanterns in their hands, making them look like a beautiful couple.

It was the third prince Ji Rui, and Yanwei Lou's nominal fiancée, Fang Qingwei, the eldest lady of the Changxin Hou Mansion.

"Huh?" Fang Qingwei, who was chatting happily with the third prince, suddenly frowned slightly, as if she felt a gaze falling on her. She quietly glanced in that direction, but found nothing. "Is it an illusion..." "What's wrong with my cousin? Are you feeling unwell?" Seeing the third prince's concern, Fang Qingwei shook her head. Although her expression did not change much, there was a hint of softness in her cold voice: "Thank you for your concern, cousin. It's okay, maybe the night wind is a bit cool.

" As soon as she finished speaking, a robe was gently draped around her body. When she raised her head, she saw the gentle and affectionate eyes of the third prince.

The two looked at each other silently, soundless than sound.

After a while, the girl seemed to come to her senses, and she quickly lowered her head, with a blush on her face.

Seeing this, the smile on the third prince's face became even brighter. He looked down at the girl who lowered her eyes and said nothing, and the tenderness in his eyes gradually faded away.

...Watching all this from a distance, witnessing a glowing green hat about to be slapped on his forehead, Yan Weilou didn't show any signs of anger, and his eyes were as calm as water.

He shook the silver flask hanging on his finger and raised his hand to take a sip.

He had never participated in the Yuan Sacrifice Ceremony in his previous life, so naturally he had never come to "Xianlian" and discovered this scene.

As a time traveler with no ambition, he was born in a vassal family, surrounded by people, well-dressed and well-fed, and had a noble and beautiful fiancée. What was there to be dissatisfied with in such a life? Yan Weilou, who felt very satisfied, naturally lived a very carefree life, completely ignoring the various crises around him until everything broke out and he was caught off guard.

"Boring..." After gulping down a mouthful of wine, Yan Weilou turned and left, not even wanting revenge.

If it weren't for the re-start, these two insignificant little characters would have disappeared from his memory long ago.

Sensing the weak true qi fluctuations in his body's meridians and the broken Tao seeds deep in his spirit, thinking of the great event that would shake Dayong soon, Yan Weilou's eyes became cold.

The grudges in the previous life have been resolved, and the top priority now should be to improve his cultivation as soon as possible to prepare for the next thing.

As he raised his foot to leave, something seemed to flash in the shadow behind him.

·The long street was silent, the crowd gradually dispersed, Yan Weilou walked casually by the street with the wine pot he had picked up before, and the mask of gods and ghosts hung on his waist.

The surroundings became quiet at some point, and the cold wind suddenly extinguished all the bright lights on the street.

The slightly drunk boy staggered and shivered in the cold wind. He held the wine pot with both hands, as if he wanted to drink a sip of wine to warm himself.

Whoosh! At this moment, a cold sword light suddenly appeared from the shadow behind him and stabbed at his back.

The timing of this cold sword was perfect. There was no breath before the sudden outbreak, and all the murderous intent was restrained, so that people could not detect any abnormality.

Even if it was a master of the insight realm who broke through the second shackles of the flesh and earth and penetrated the bridge of heaven and earth, he would be hit if he was careless.

Sure enough, the boy in front of him was still unaware of the danger, and the cold sword light had already pierced into his body... The assassin's cold eyes couldn't help but reveal a little smile, and the next moment, the smile froze and turned into horror.

A hand pinched his neck at some point, and someone approached him silently.

"Kacha——" In the silent night, the sound of broken bones was particularly clear.

He didn't understand what happened until he died.

At the same time, the boy in front who seemed to be pierced by the sword light shattered like a mirror and turned into nothingness.