MTL - Estranged-Chapter 117 Immortals are ruthless, but they are moved by people.

Sun Wuxia subconsciously slapped at the opponent, his spiritual power surged out, but he missed it!

The person in front of him disappeared instantly without a trace.

Instead, there were whispers that seemed to have nothing in my ears.

"Sun Lang, you make me sad. You clearly say you like him, but now you want to kill me. It turns out that you are just Ye Gong and a good dragon. All your liking is just talking!"

"Do you know what will happen to those who betray me?"

"Just like him, he was ignited by will-o'-the-wisps, wailing, begging for mercy, and vanishing into ashes, all filth will eventually be washed away."

The faint female voice, intermittent, no matter how Sun Wuxia resisted, it was pervasive.

It was too late for him to save him, the ghostly blue flame quickly eroded all the flesh and blood, only a skeleton of Master Uncle He Bo was still struggling in the blue flame.

Sun Wuxia never expected that his uncle, who was considered a quasi-grandmaster's cultivation, would be directly involved in this will-o'-the-wisp, leaving no flesh left.

The uncle's screams mixed with the woman's whispers made Sun Wuxia confused, and the long sword on his back flew out, and the sword was slashing and slashing indiscriminately.

When the blue ghost fire met the sword light, it spread out to both sides, gathered on the other side, and floated towards Sun Wuxia.

"The evildoer pretends to be a ghost, if you have the ability, get out!"

Sun Wuxia shouted, his voice echoing in the forest.

The only thing that responded to him was the woman's endless whispers.

"Men are really heartless. There is no good man in the world, including you, Sun Lang!"

"Since you don't like me, return all the things I gave you!"

"Sun Lang, look, what is that?"

When there was a clang, there was a movement, and Sun Wuxia couldn't help but follow the prestige.

Just now the food box fell to the ground and scattered, and Hei Buliuqiu rolled out of it.

Where is the stewed lion's head in braised sauce? It was clearly leftovers mixed with mud and sand, a few rotten vegetable leaves wrapped in something black, a stench came over his face, and Sun Wuxia almost vomited.

He remembered that he had just drank someone else's hot tea in the villa, and he felt a fishy smell in his throat that rushed straight to his taste, making his head full of nausea.

behind!

The alarm bell of spiritual consciousness was loud, and Sun Wuxia didn't care to look back, her body suddenly took a few steps forward, and then she swung her sword and slashed!

Fellow Daoist Chi appeared in the faint blue fire, smiled at him, was torn apart by the sword light, and soon reunited not far from him.

"Sun Lang, why did you change your face so quickly?"

The other party said quietly, with a sad and pitiful look.

This face once moved Sun Wuxia's heart, but now he is only filled with resentment.

But the opponent's moves were treacherous, and it was impossible to guess. With Sun Wuxia's cultivation, he was no match at all. If he couldn't beat him, he could only choose to run.

Running is not easy either.

The other party was not in a hurry to kill him, but treated him like a game of cat and mouse, playing with the applause, allowing him to run a long way, and then suddenly appear again, making Sun Wuxia exhausted and helpless.

The sword in Sun Wuxia's hands is the most precious treasure of the master's school. This time he went down the mountain to practice, and the master's school intends to promote him, let him show the limelight at the Qianlin meeting, and let his uncle He Bai accompany him, and the elders supervise him. , who would have expected that a group of people would fall into the sand in a small town before they could succeed in their mission?

The road under our feet was pitch black, and the fog and the night made it impossible to see clearly.

Sun Wuxia's footsteps were messy and staggered. He didn't realize that his spiritual power was draining at a certain speed. At first, the will-o'-the-wisps behind him didn't dare to get too close, but gradually began to feel confident. , Sun Wuxia dodged several waves of attacks one after another, and finally lost his sense of control. Seeing the will-o'-the-wisp fall on the top of his head, he was half a step too slow, too late to swing away with his spiritual power.

The uncle's fate was vivid in his mind, Sun Wuxia showed fear on his face, only feeling that his life was in danger, and he was about to lose his life.

His body was suddenly pushed by a huge force, and he couldn't help rolling to the side, just in time to avoid the will-o'-the-wisp, but was grabbed by someone again.

"Follow me!"

familiar voice.

Sun Wuxia couldn't help raising her head.

It was Fellow Daoist Chi dragging him forward!

"you…"

Sun Wuxia was shocked and almost shook off the opponent's hand.

"Don't move! The fox spirit pretends to be me with the trick of fox delusion, I am the real Chi Bijiang!"

The girl snapped.

The two of them ran wildly in the howling night wind, with ghostly fire behind them, eerie and eerie.

"Sun Lang, the real me is behind you, look back!"

"Sun Lang, don't talk to her, talk to me, okay?"

The female voice lingered, intending to disturb Sun Wuxia's mind, but she seemed to be afraid of something and didn't dare to get too close to them.

"Where are we going!" Sun Wuxia couldn't help asking.

"Go back to Hongluo Town! There are these ghosts in the town who are afraid, they don't dare to make too much trouble, they only dare to sneak attack at night."

The girl was a little weak, her spiritual power was exhausted, and her face was shockingly pale.

Sun Wuxia remembered that Master He said that Fellow Daoist Chi was not in good health, but his status was very noble, so he told himself not to provoke him easily. He refused to listen to it before, because he was confused by the fox spirit because of his obsession, and he also implicated Master He who came to save him Uncle died.

The will-o'-the-wisp roared, suddenly broke through the girl's spiritual barrier, and rushed towards them!

Sun Wuxia didn't know where the courage came from, pushed the girl forward, and resolutely raised her sword to meet her!

"Sun Daoyou!"

Chi Bijiang didn't expect him to act like this, seeing the young man standing in front of her, wielding his sword to drive away the will-o'-the-wisp, but the blue fire in the forest was faint, looming, and occasionally the fox could be seen scurrying among the vegetation.

Ghost fox spirits, demons dancing wildly, the surroundings of the small Hongluo town are full of chaos and bizarre.

Are these demons and ghosts attracted by people intentionally, or are they attracted here for some reason?

Chi Bijiang, who originally went to Qianlinhui to accompany Princess Changning to visit relatives in Shangzhou, never expected to encounter such a big change here in Hongluo Town.

Sun Wuxia screamed, and the will-o'-the-wisp bit his arm, and most of his arm was eaten away in an instant.

Chi Bijiang didn't care that his spiritual power was almost exhausted, so he folded his palms together and summoned the magic weapon.

An umbrella flew out, the purple light flowed, and the umbrella surface swung open, repelling the will-o'-the-wisp.

"Go!"

Hearing the girl's screams, Sun Wuxia clutched her broken arm, didn't dare to delay any longer, turned around and fled!

The girl followed closely around him, and the umbrella spun rapidly behind them, blocking the will-o'-the-wisps that were eager to devour them.

The two ran wildly, and their figures flew up, like arrows coming out of the string.

But still not fast enough!

The will-o'-the-wisps were approaching them at a fast speed, a large expanse of blue water, like a clear blue lake, flowing and ethereal, making people daydream, but both of them knew very well that under the cover of this beautiful appearance, there was an extremely terrifying injury.

Hongluo Town was within easy reach, and the eyes of the two brightened, and hope was ignited.

The spiritual power was about to be exhausted, Sun Wuxia's feet were floating, and he fell forward. He lost an arm, and it was difficult to maintain his balance. His body rolled to the side a few times, just avoiding the protection range of the rainbow umbrella.

The will-o'-the-wisps immediately swarmed up like rain.

Sun Wuxia turned her head abruptly, sweating profusely, with a frightened face!

Chi Bijiang gritted her teeth, made seals with both hands, and shot the rainbow umbrella in front of Sun Wuxia in an instant, but she herself was wide open because of this, defenseless!

…

At the gate of Rejuvenation Hall in Hongluo Town.

Across a threshold, Xing Butou stared closely at Yun Weisi and Jiufang Changming in the room, not daring to relax in the slightest.

In his eyes, the two people in front of him were already like murderers.

Even if it wasn't the murderer, it must have something to do with the ghosts that have been roaming around during this period of time.

Xing Butou held the bell in his hand, anxiously conveying the message, and kept looking forward to the arrival of rescue soldiers as soon as possible.

Seeing that the two had no intention of leaving at all, he was even more sure that the other party was confident and extremely difficult.

The surroundings suddenly darkened.

The wind and sand rolled over the ground, the black smoke condensed, and it suddenly turned into a human form.

A man in a black robe appeared next to Xing Butou.

Finally came, Xing Butou heaved a sigh of relief.

"It's them!"

He whispered to the black-robed man, and quickly explained their suspicions.

Yun Weisi heard Xing Butou address the other party—

Mr. Dark.

Does Wanjian Xianzong have such a character?

No.

Then why does Mr. An have the magic weapon of the Wanjian Immortal Sect?

And this person...

Yun Weisi narrowed his eyes.

This person is actually a ghost cultivator.

When the black-robed man appeared, his body was full of crow feathers, his aura was extraordinary, and the black mist even covered a part of his real face under the hood, making people think that it was only because of his surging spiritual power.

In fact, Yun Weisi knew that it was ghost energy.

This person's cultivation base is profound, he must be the best among ghost cultivators, and even has the level of a master.

With their previous cultivation bases, they naturally don't have to worry about meeting this person, but more than a hundred years ago, the two cultivation bases did not increase but declined. Facing such a master, it is hard to say whether they will win or lose.

"You two gentlemen, please come back to the Yamen with me and wait for the town supervisor to deal with you!"

With Mr. An around, Xing Butou calmed down a lot. He gave an ultimatum to the two of them. Seeing that they had no intention of arresting them, he immediately threw the rope that was originally wrapped around his waist.

As if alive in mid-air, the black rope slid towards Yun Weisi automatically, and then wrapped around his wrist.

Seeing this, Jiufang Changming made a move, and pointed at the rope for the sword. If the Changming sword got the command, it would appear from the sea of ​​consciousness, and Yun Ni would break the sun and cut off his head!

The talisman that was cherished by him was cut off by the opponent's sword in one fell swoop, and the prisoner was shocked. Just as he was waiting for a reaction, Mr. An had already made a move.

His figure disappeared in place, and the next moment he appeared behind Yun Weisi.

The crow's feathers flew, and the ghostly aura surged, directly enveloping the two of them.

This is the unpredictable power of ghost cultivators!

Compared with Linghuyou, the ghost king, this Mr. An's attack was even more treacherous and difficult to distinguish. Yun Weisi and Jiufang Changming felt their bodies lighten instantly, and they sank completely as far as they could see.

Xing Butou couldn't help stepping back a few steps, subconsciously raised his hand to wave away the black mist, but found that he was also drawn in at some point, standing not too far away, just in time to see Mr. An and Yun Weisi The two are fighting.

Dark is the only base color.

The few light sources in the middle come from a few people.

Next to Jiufang Changming, the Changming Sword hangs upside down in the air, ready to go.

Mr. An's right hand is facing upwards, the black vortex in the palm of his hand is flowing slowly, and the golden inscription is looming in it, magnificent and evil, so that Xing Butou can't help but look at the vortex again and again, his mind is drawn by it, and he seems to be lost in it. Grabbing the palm of his hand, he quickly pulled his mind back.

As for Yun Weisi, his hands are empty and he has nothing on his body, only his hands are in seals, and he condenses spiritual power into a sword. The sword light suddenly stands up and turns into thousands of paths, hanging behind his head.

In Mr. An's hands, the vortex suddenly expanded infinitely, intending to annex Yun Weisi and Jiufang Changming at the same time, Yun Weisi also made a move.

"All dharmas return to the sect, and the soul is in the heart."

With one order, all swords come out!

The light shines on the sky, and the bullfighting is full of anger.

Darkness and light are facing each other, and they are in a stalemate. The darkness has the posture of devouring the world, and it overwhelms Yun Weisi little by little. Even though Yun Weisi has no intention of fighting, the opponent's cultivation base is enough to form an absolute advantage.

The Changming Sword shot towards Mr. An at the right time, trying to break through the thick cloud of ghost energy, but Jian Guang was immediately surrounded by ghost energy, and the two fell into a passive situation of ambush from all sides.

Their spiritual power was always inferior to this Mr. An, and they were unable to completely repel him. And these pervasive ghostly auras would not easily let go if they saw a chance.

Mr. An did not intend to kill, he seemed to only want to capture the two of them, so even though their cultivation was lower than that of the other, Yun Weisi and Yun Weisi still had the strength to fight.

But a ghost cultivator working with the town supervisor in Hongluo Town is a very strange thing in itself. Chang Ming even suspects that this person is the mastermind behind a series of unsolved cases in Hongluo Town.

Following the ghostly aura, the golden light broke through the sword curtain in front of Yun Weisi.

The sword curtain was like a waterfall, and cracks began to appear.

The Changming Sword repaired the crack in time, but the ghost energy suddenly swelled and expanded, exploded, and the sword curtain collapsed!

The black mist rushed towards them overwhelmingly, and the two retreated quickly, but it was still difficult to avoid being affected by the ghost energy.

Chang Ming only felt the cold rush towards his face, his arms, shoulders and neck had been cut by the fierce ghost energy, blood oozing from the wound.

But these are traumatic injuries, and the more troublesome ones come from behind—

Countless ghost qi turned into iron chains and flew towards them, no matter how the sword light moved, they could not cut them endlessly. Chang Ming helped Yun Weisi block the attack from behind, but his wrist was entangled by the ghost chain iron chain. The latter wanted to break free, Unexpectedly, he was violently pulled by the ghost chain, his body flew up, and he was pulled towards Mr. An involuntarily.

"Sword!" Chang Ming sternly said.

The Ever Bright Sword followed the sound and cut between him and Mr. An!

At this moment, a sudden force inserted into it, not Yun Weisi, but another person!

The other party pulled Chang Ming back and flew back, while he himself took the initiative to meet Mr. An.

Mr. An's face changed, and he suddenly backed away when he had the upper hand.

This person didn't intend to fight him either, he dragged Chang Ming to call Shang Yun Weisi and left.

"Come with me!"

The three disappeared in front of them, but Mr. An had no intention of chasing them at all, Xing Butou couldn't help urging: "Aren't you going to chase?"

Mr. An was silent for a moment: "It's getting dark, and fox spirits are about to appear on a large scale. Let's go back first."

Xing Butou waited to say more, but he saw Mr. An turning around and disappearing into the black mist, with dark lines on the hem of his robe, leaving endless deep marks in Xing Butou's eyes.

He only knew that Mr. An was by the town supervisor's side and was relied on as his right-hand man and was highly valued, but he didn't know the details of Mr. An's background. On the contrary, it is more suspicious.

Thinking of this, Xing Butou secretly shook his head and smiled wryly, and dispersed the people watching the fun outside.

"Whatever you look at, hurry home, it's getting dark, and the monsters are coming out again!"

The onlookers rushed away, and the remaining two corpses in the pharmacy were still lying on the ground. The arrester was unable to do so, so he asked his left and right men to help transport the corpses to the cart and push them to the yamen.

The gloomy sky still had a tinge of blood red, Xing Bu raised his head, feeling ominous.

He didn't know how much bad luck this little Hongluo town would encounter before it could end all of this.

…

Chang Ming was dragged forward by that person, and just now his fighting spirit power was consumed sharply, and he felt the back of his hand begin to burn faintly again.

The fox poison is about to strike.

This poison is very cunning, it always sneaks in when he is injured or weak, eroding his mind.

His breathing became heavier, but he still suppressed himself.

"Sect Master Jiang, don't run away!" Chang Ming shouted to reveal the other party's identity.

The man stopped, let go of him, turned around and took off the bamboo hat.

It really was Jiang Li.

Yun Weisi rushed over from behind, just in time to support Chang Ming's waist and help him stabilize his figure.

Jiang Li sighed: "This is the border of Hongluo Town, we can't go any further. Someone has set up a guardian formation for this place. If we leave the border, there will be more fox spirits and ghosts."

Yun Weisi said coldly: "Sovereign Jiang killed someone, left and left the pot to us, and now he suddenly appeared to stir up trouble, do you think we dare not take action against you?"

"No, I thought you were suspicious at first, and I didn't dare to entrust the two fellow Taoists, so I tried all kinds of temptations, but I didn't expect that the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper died unexpectedly. This is my fault. I will try my best to kill the fox Annihilation will restore peace to Hongluo Town. However, there are many secrets and doubts involved here, and I suspect that someone has colluded with the fox ghosts inside and outside, causing blood here."

Jiang Li, more than a hundred years ago, was high-spirited and confident in every gesture. Even though the unsolved case in front of him made him look worried, it didn't detract much from his handsome demeanor. Changming, Yun Weisi, and Yun Weisi were also looking at him.

"I don't know if the two fellow daoists are willing to trust me and help me uncover the mystery in front of me?"

Yun Weisi was noncommittal: "You also believe us?"

Jiang Li: "I believe that you are outsiders and have nothing to do with what happened here before and after, that's enough."

Yun Weisi: "Talk about it first."

Jiang Li thought for a while: "You are not very surprised, why I am here as a sitting doctor, let's start from there."

Yun Weisi looked sideways at Chang Ming.

"Are you OK?"

Yun Weisi only felt that the skin in his hands was hot, even through the clothes, he could feel the scorching heat in his palms, so he couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"It's okay." Chang Ming suppressed the abnormality in his heart caused by the fox poison, took a deep breath, and kept his face calm and unwavering.

Even if he lost his memory, he was still the extremely determined Jiufang Changming.

It's just that this time he is willing to let Yun Weisi get closer, to see his weakness—

Instead of being heartless and ruthless as before, separating everyone far away, as if in the clouds, as if facing a high mountain, out of reach.

Immortals are ruthless, but they are moved by people.