Chapter 77 The Magic Wall

"You mean?"

Qiu Yin: "The Sad Wind Sword is not an ordinary sword. It used to be the sword of the old gods. The previous sword owner was the princess of the Demon Race in the Southern Territory. She has been to the legendary city of Tingfeng.Bring back the first Jiange to confess, and Nan Hate Jade was specially sent to me—you have seen its power, whether it is dead or alive, but it is taboo."

Yan Liangcai obviously listened to Qiu Yin's words from the bottom of his heart, and pondered: "Its mouth is sealed. It should have touched whose interests. It is already a dead sword in your hand, which means that the problem has already appeared when Shen Zhuolan was alive. Shen Zhuolan isPrincess of the demon clan, Shen Jingzhu admires her secretly, and all demons do not reject her, if she is not a demon, it can only touch the Ni Lin of the fairy, so she will be reduced to the world as a concubine in the end?"

"Then she might as well die. Shen Jingzhu can still give her a grand funeral. What is there to gain in the red wall and deep palace? If the old emperor pretends to be affectionate when he is old, and if his wives and concubines have fun in groups? I prefer these two things."It has nothing to do with it, just like Shen Jingzhu is vicious and vicious, but she is deeply in love with Shen Zhuolan, these are two different things."

"But she is a demon princess, so she can touch the reverse scale of the fairy." Yan Liangcai frowned.At that time, Nan Hate Jade Belt Buchen went south."

"Not necessarily." Qiu Yin said, "You remember that when Shen Jingzhu was testing my sect, the name Nan Henyu was normal, they were mortal enemies, but when he mentioned Immortal Baimao, he said 'that bitch'."

"He has a grievance with Baimao." Yan Liangcai said, "The grievance that can become Shen Jingzhu can only be related to Shen Zhuolan."

Qiuyin nodded: "Shen Zhuolan and Baimao know each other, and they have an unusual relationship.

Baimao once left a fairy painting to the royal family of Xiangguo, saying that it was to make up for his daughter's regret, but no matter what the reason was, the painting ended up in the hands of Shen Zhuolan's daughter.

And when Wumo went to steal the painting, I saw Baimao's spiritual consciousness in the painting, and she pretended to be Shen Zhuolan to 'test' me——I think righteous immortals should disdain to pretend to be dirtyThe devil, she is pretending to be a devil, guarding the gate, and giving fairy paintings. It doesn't look like the relationship between the fairy doctor and the princess of the demon clan, so I have a bold idea."

She said: "The relationship between Shen Zhuolan and Baimao may be good."

"But there is no record at all, and I don't have any news..." Yan Liangcai stopped suddenly.

"I once slipped into the Linlang Book Pavilion with the token of the master of the Hall of Discipline, and there are all kinds of treasure books in the world, which are quite complete.It's full of nonsense, and there is no useful information at all." Qiu Yin said, "You have also realized that things that can't be asked by the three repeating clocks will naturally not be recorded in the book."

Yan Liangcai quieted down strangely. He didn't know what to say for a moment. People and things perish in time like flowers blooming and falling.

But Qiuyin saw Yan Liangcai's dark and empty eyes, and knew that he was asking.

So she seemed to be cryptic, but pointed to the sky without hesitation.

Qiuyin thought that when she woke up from the cave for the first time, she began to fight for life from death, but the conspiracy was buried in the flickering lights as early as the original Qiuyin's foundation, and even earlier in Zhang Jiwen's sword array and Shen Zhuolanin the bamboo stick.

There is a pair of indifferent eyes looking down on everything that happens in this vast land, like observing a bird in various forms in a cage, watching strange changes, wings and singing are called "magnificence of life", but in fact it is just a pastime.

If it doesn’t follow its will and runs to the sky with consciousness, it will be punished with a whip that flashes with thunder, so that the birds understand that the sky they yearn for is also it. They are just bumping in the same cage, flying from one end toThe other end, and a "natural" thunderstorm can send them "to die".

Then the existence of these beautiful flocks of birds was easily washed away by the heavy rain, words could not be written down, words could not be uttered, and their magnificent life was buried under the clear sky, and finally died in silence from generation to generation, becoming a "old story" with only a name.

Yan Liangcai: "So what you asked the minute repeater at the beginning was..."

"I didn't know so much at the time, I was just a reckless person who didn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth." Qiu Yin smiled, "Actually, even now, I don't necessarily know."

Yan Liangcai was silent, and the information Qiu Yin conveyed was not only superficial about "Shen Zhuolan".

——Death in the unspeakable, isn't that the case in the Windy City?

Yan Liangcai: "Why are you telling me this?"

"Win you? Your brain is pretty easy to use. The wild family in the southern border is a scarce commodity." Qiu Yin said, "If you check and balance Jingzhu, I will save some energy."

Yan Liangcai pretended to be aggrieved: "Master Jingzhu, who is one size smaller, crawled out of the Ten Thousand Devils' Cave, so he must be more trusted by you."

"Are you saying that you are not trustworthy?" Qiu Yin raised his chin amid Yan Liangcai's apology, "He is your leader, named Jing Zhu, my direct subordinate, not anyone else."

"Yes." Yan Liangcai said in a low voice, "What will your lord do next?"

"Don't be in a hurry. Now that the southern border has been stabilized, there are still a few people in the prison waiting to be tried. I think we will be able to pry out secrets worth hearing."

Stepping on the southern soil again, the familiar blood and damp hit the face, Qiu Yin walked back home like a tired traveler, and walked safely through the two-sectioned magic wall.

With a turn of the Sad Wind Sword, the black water is ready to move, scattered with waves, Qiu Yin cuts his fingers, writes with blood, draws an array in the air, and expands the core shape of the mountain and sea sword array. What in the black water dives and floats like rain, ""Hua La" drilled out various swords one after another, and the sky was like rain, like a group of fish who voluntarily took the bait after smelling the bait, spinning with the blood formation, and then engraved formation runes on the magic wall.

Yan Liangcai opened his eyes wide: "Didn't you go to rob Xuanlingzong, and also evacuated the Taiqingzong Jiange by the way?"

"Don't forget Zhang Jiwen's name." Qiu Yin hooked the magic circle into the towering magic wall, "'Ten Thousand Swords Return to One'."

"Good guy, you are going to dig graves and rob graves." Yan Liangcai consciously ran away, for fear that the moody demon master would get involved in the formation, and watched from afar as the magic formation stirred up the water in the southern border, and then rushed straight up to stir up troubleHeaven in the South.

Qiu Yin beckoned, the blood-red runes scattered, and countless myriads crawled around, Yan Liangcai chased after the one with the strongest devilish energy - it was the Skyline Road!

The snow-white holy road was struck by the magic formation, and instantly it crackled and aroused thunder. He arrogantly wanted to cut off the demonstration, but the more he was suppressed, he realized that something was wrong.The mountain and sea sword formations are entangled.

As soon as Qiuyin Yujian left, the sad wind sword pierced straight into the center of the mountain and sea sword array, and the breath of thousands of demons climbed and wandered, and suddenly appeared on the rebellious Tianzheng Road, blow after blow hammered down the thunder and fire, and rode it in a show of strengthAbove the head, the group of demons screamed triumphantly, quite like the foolish son of a landlord who bullies others.

At this moment, all the demons growing in the southern border saw that the border soil of the southern border was covered by a sky-climbing magic wall, which was unattainable and inviolable. They could still see the scenery outside, but once there were outsiders, the domineering sword lurkingThe array will awaken all demons to eat people, vividly demonstrating the fascinating hospitality of the South.

And their new owner was dressed in blood, half-draped in a black robe with dark patterns, and her graceful figure turned around, vividly outlining the treacherousness of the dark night. She just parted her red lips and said with a smile: "You entrust me as the master, and I will give it to you."Your free soil and the nature of returning to blood, remember, the southern border is the southern border of the demons, not a station for foreign bastards, I am here for a day, no matter who it is, you are free to do so."

"Including me." Qiu Yin glanced at the group of demons contemptuously, "If you can do it, I look forward to it."

For a moment, the quiet group of demons went crazy in this provocation. Under the pressure of the demon lord, their souls trembled, excited by fear, and fought to celebrate their new lord.

The sword arrived first, and it was getting late, Qiu Yin yawned: "I'm sleepy, I'll go back to sleep first, and then I'll leave it to you to deal with."

Yan Liangcai paused subtly: "Then Nan Henyu..."

"Isn't there a dungeon in the scale cave?" Qiu Yin gave Yan Liangcai a strange look, "I asked you to arrest You Zuoren and Liu Han, but they were locked in the dungeon, did you catch them?"

What Yan Liangcai asked is of course not this. After all, Jianxian is also his master’s old lover. He might do something when he brings it back. Well, it’s something unspeakable.She doesn't want to care about Qiuyin's words now, and let them deal with it.

The way he looked at him seemed to say, "You still ask me about such a small matter, are you okay?"

That's why Yan Liang followed the good example: "You Zuoren ran away, and Liu Han was caught. He was originally transferred out of the southern border by You Zuoren, but he went back to investigate because of his stupidity, and was caught by the ghost. It was exactly as you expected."

"Heh." Qiu Yin chuckled, "He came to the southern border not only for Pingyang, but he just used him as a breakthrough point for Shen Zhuolan's matter. My shrewd former senior brother is afraid that he will die of stupidity for the big fish that was given away for nothing."

Walking with the sword in red, accompanied by the cold wind, passing through the surging magic wall, the crowd of cheering demons, Qiu Yin flew to the silent depths of the scale cave, flung the magic circle casually, and fell on the bed with his eyes half-closedHe squinted at the red mantle, as if he could fall into a dream anytime.

Sad Wind Sword Spirit didn't want to disturb her at first, but still asked: "Can you really be so cruel to Nan Hen Yuxia?"

"Why not?"

"Because you know she can't tell." Sad Wind Sword Spirit is sure that Qiu Yin can guess, "Maybe Nan Henyu has the same purpose as Shen Zhuolan..."

"The mouth will move now?" Qiu Yin sneered, his eyes clear for a moment, "Didn't you see Zhang Jiwen's body?"

The Mountain Sea Sword Formation couldn't defend against the ears above.

The Sad Wind Sword Spirit was frightened by her and stopped talking again.

There was no sword spirit to disturb her, and the fatigue of the past few days swept over her, but fortunately, all the demons became a body, and the trivial and annoying emotions left her. Now she can't look at anything with interest.

The shock and anger of the former classmates, Lu Wansi's hypocrisy, Yan Liangcai's compromise, the cheers of the demons, the messy clues, or Nan Henyu's resolute words that they thought would affect her the most, all seemed to be covered with a layer of misty rain from Jinghai Peak., no longer true.

She could only hear the tyrannical nature beating in her veins, and then fight back against the pressing sky.

But now, she just wants to sleep quietly, not asking about these entangled trifles, or the fate of the world.

I hope it is best not to dream, and to sleep until dawn.

No, there is no daylight in the southern border, even if it is dark.

As for whether to be lazy and have fun after waking up, to play with subordinates, or to have a hearty fight with the group of demons, she happily threw it to herself after waking up to decide.

Breathing slowly and steadily, as soon as the red mantle fell, the candle was extinguished obediently, to appease her tiredness.

The paintings hanging behind the red curtain were slightly lifted by the shaking of the candlelight, but the people who were already asleep did not notice it, and they returned to silence.

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