Cheng Qian said: "They are going to find Soul Eater, I will go with them."

Puddle: "I'm going too!"

"No," Yan Zhengming vetoed, "As soon as you leave my sight, you will specify that something will happen."

"As for you—" He glanced at the puddle, and scolded bluntly, "Follow the coaxing, close your beak!"

Cheng Qian wanted to say something else, but Yan Zhengming interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "No need to say any more, I'll chat with that Shang Wannian tomorrow to get a feel for the situation... Is that old thing really the Four Saints, why is it a little crazy?"

The big brother is very discerning in picking people's faults, and he can always grasp the key points.

That night, Cheng Qian didn't sleep, finally got rid of Yan Zhengming's entanglement, and meditated in the quiet courtyard of Qing'an residence.

But he couldn't calm down suddenly, he always felt that something was going to happen.

Suddenly, the courtyard door of Qing'anju was pushed open with force, Cheng Qian opened his eyes, and Li Yun stood at the door with a sullen face: "Where's the big brother?"

Cheng Qian: "What?"

Li Jun: "The owner of Shang Zhuang in White Tiger Villa is dead."

Chapter 97

Yan Zhengming walked out of the bedroom with no drowsiness on his face. He raised his hand and pressed Cheng Qian's stiff shoulder, and asked, "How did he die? I don't feel at all here. How can you die without a single movement?"

Yan Zhengming is the true heir of the Sect Master Yin, he can sense the slightest movement of wind on Fuyao Mountain, and his divine sense can even sweep to the demon valleys of the back mountain, which is more than the half-dead Muchun that lived in the body of a squirrel back then. Real people have far more power.

"I don't know," Li Yun said, pinching his brows, "There is a boy in Baihu Villa who didn't enter the Dao. He woke up in the middle of the night and saw that the lights were on in his room, and the shadow on the window was a bit strange, so he stepped forward to ask, what is this? I just found out that the person is gone, go and see me."

For a while, Cheng Qian had all kinds of conspiracies and tricks in his mind, and got up with a heavy heart.

As soon as he stood up, the hand that grabbed Ting Qiankun suddenly seemed to be on fire, but there was nothing abnormal on the surface of his smooth skin.

Cheng Qian's hand trembled violently, and immediately, the burning sensation quickly spread from his hand to his arm, and then wrapped around his body.

He was top-heavy for a while, and the frost blade originally hanging on his waist fell from his body without warning, shivering and making a "humming" sound.

Yan Zhengming and Li Yun were talking originally, but when they turned around, they saw that Cheng Qianhen didn't snort. After shaking twice, he knelt on the ground.

Cheng Qian's hand instinctively squeezed into Frostblade's scabbard, and the cold blade of the past seemed to have become warm, and everything around him was moving away from him. He heard a certain sound, like something from ancient times. huáng Zhong Dalu, his voice was thick and qiáng, causing his inner palace to churn endlessly. The primordial spirit, who had not had time to fully repair it, could not bear such a heavy blow, as if it was about to split, so he suffered a thousand swords for no reason. cut.

At this moment, an external force suddenly poured into him, instantly isolating the layers of sound, suppressing his true essence.

Cheng Qian swallowed the bitter taste in his chest and concentrated on the inner palace, only to see that this powerful but not human consciousness fell into a phantom, which was the legendary Shang Wannian who had already died.

Shang Wannian frowned at Cheng Qian's Yuanshen and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why is Yuanshen damaged?"

Cheng Qian was speechless for a moment.

Shang Wannian looked at him and sighed, his consciousness dissipated, and his entire portrait turned into a constellation of stars, little by little he helped Cheng Qian sort out the scurrying real essence.

Cheng Qian only listened to him saying: "Your Primordial Spirit is damaged, and you can't stand listening to the inheritance of Qiankun... Alas, I can only block it in your inner palace first, and wait for it later."

Is this something that was bought and sold?

Shang Wannian said again: "I heard that Qiankun has been lost for a long time. After I accepted the inheritance, I searched for it for a lifetime, and I only met it when I was about to die. Since I had a fate, I wanted to pass it on to you, but the timing was wrong. God's will, I must have a bad life."

As soon as the unfortunate Shang Wannian finished speaking, Cheng Qian felt that something was flowing from his arm all the way through the meridians of his body, and finally disappeared into the inner palace between his eyebrows. In the middle of his inner palace, it brightened for a moment, and then gradually dimmed.

Shang Wannian's divine consciousness appeared in front of Cheng Qian again, staring at Ting Qiankun for a moment with a complicated expression, he shook his head and sighed: "But although I can't see the inheritance, I can see it, and I'm dead."

Cheng Qian: "Are you in the end..."

Shang Wannian replied, "Well, my physical body is already at the end of my life. I expected my lifespan to end, but I didn't expect it to happen so quickly. Tsk, it's causing trouble for your faction."

Cheng Qian: "What the hell is going on here?"

Shang Wannian turned around, looked at him quietly for a moment, opened his mouth, but made no sound.

He sneered at himself and said, "It's not that I don't want to tell you, little friend, when your primordial spirit is repaired by yourself, and you accept the inheritance that I have sealed here, you will understand that there are restrictions in the inheritance, and no one can tell. Listen to Qiankun's secret."

He paused, then smiled bitterly: "Including dead people."

Cheng Qian didn't see resentment and unwillingness on his face, as if he was just calm, so he couldn't help but raise a question, everyone is pursuing the pursuit of Taoism and soaring, why does this person seem to not care?

Shang Wannian stood in front of him with a sense of distance, and said, "I know that you all hate Tianyan, they are despicable and self-righteous, and they have killed many people, and they are still dead at this point. For many years, monks and mortals have been able to live in peace, and it is true that these despicable villains are indispensable. Now Tianyan and Ye Xingren are both defeated, and the Central Plains Demon Dao and Right Dao will be headless. This is the beginning of the catastrophe of the 'million unjust souls'. That's why I have to save Han Yuan's life."

He glanced at Cheng Qian and added: "It's not to sell your Fuyao faction's favor."

The ghosts were born in troubled times, all the nine saints were dead, and only Han Yuan was alive, so the demons in the southern border were not completely scattered sand... but he might really never be able to return to Fuyao Mountain again.

"But the timing of Soul Eater's appearance is too coincidental," Shang Wannian said, "I didn't expect the deadline to come, I have not come to find out, I will give you a feeling, not necessarily right - someone knows Tong Ru made a wish on the ghost stone, and has been secretly fueling the flames. Except for the Tianyan Department of the initiator, only the four of us should know about it..."

Cheng Qian's eyes flashed.

Shang Wannian said, "No, it's not Bian Xu. If he really had such a deliberate mind, he would definitely not be like this ghost now."

Cheng Qian nodded - an organization as big as Tianyanchu, who may have accidentally leaked it.

"This is the number one," Shang Wannian stretched out his hand to take back his spiritual sense in the middle of Cheng Qian's inner mansion, and said sternly, "There is one more thing I want to tell you, you have been manipulated on your body, do you know that? ?"

Cheng Qian's pupils shrank slightly: "What?"

"It's not the body of your spiritual jade, in the soul, forgive me for not saying this, I can't see what it is for a while," Shang Wannian said, "Isn't it happened yet? Your cultivation level dare not say that the world is invincible. , and now it is enough to rank among the top, I am a little bit puzzled, who has such a great magical power, and can cast a spell on you without a trace."

Cheng Qian's fingertips trembled, as if a piece of ice had been stuffed into his chest.

After all these years, who has mastered this way? Who has the chance to do something on his soul?

Shang Wannian looked at his expression and said, "It seems that you already know what to do."

Cheng Qian nodded with difficulty, and asked calmly, "Master, is there any way to resolve it?"

Shang Wannian sighed: "I can't see what the curse is. I'm afraid I can't help you... But don't worry too much. If it does happen one day, the Ting Qiankun, which I have sealed in your inner palace, can resist it for you."

Cheng Qian: "Thank you."

Shang Wannian waved his hand: "There is a certain number in the dark, and the universe should fall into your hands. You don't need to thank me - I'm gone and reincarnated."

After he finished speaking, the last wisp of spiritual consciousness he had left in the world vanished into thin air, as if he had unloaded some burden, and disappeared without any worries.

When Cheng Qian woke up, he heard an unfamiliar voice saying, "...this senior is the backlash from the damage to the Yuanshen. I think it may be because of the frequent use of Yuanshen recently."

Cheng Qian: "..."

He was already very dignified, where did this donkey come from?

Cheng Qian opened his eyes and saw a cultivator in the costume of a disciple of the White Tiger Villa, pressing his pulse door, raised his head to meet his cold eyes, and immediately let go of his hands in fright: "Front, Senior woke up?"

Cheng Qian glanced at him with a blank expression.

Yan Zhengming raised his hand to pick up the little cultivator and put it aside, blocking Cheng Qian's murderer's sight for him. From the back, it could be seen that the senior brother was mad.

"Don't worry about him," Yan Zhengming said, biting his back molars, "Tell me, what will happen after the damage of the Yuanshen?"

The white-clothed cultivator stammered, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, it won't be. Senior Cheng's true essence is pure and profound. As long as you meditate and recuperate, you will be able to repair it on your own within a short period of time. Sect Master, don't worry."

Yan Zhengming's face softened a little - although he didn't see where he was going, he issued an order to evict guests: "Okay, thank you so much, just walk slowly and don't send them off."

Li Yun, who was guarding the door, immediately smiled and said: "Please, come with me... It's okay, don't be afraid, our head doesn't bite."

Sect Master Yan, who didn't bite anyone, watched the two of them go away with a face ready to come, and then slowly turned his head, ready to settle accounts with Cheng Qianqiu.

Cheng Qian was not in the mood to let him go, so he suddenly leaned back and stared at the ceiling of the tent.