Chapter 10 Pride third 5

Wen Ning lowered his head slightly and lowered his hands like a marionette waiting for the operator's instructions.

His face was pale and handsome, even a little melancholy handsome. But because there were no pupils in the eyes, only a dead white, and several black cracks that climbed up from the neck to the cheeks, the melancholy turned into a terrifying gloom. The hem and cuffs of the robe were torn and ragged, revealing wrists that were the same color as his face, and were fastened with dark iron rings and chains, as were the ankles. That tinkling sound was made when he pulled the chain. Once still, everything is dead.

It's not hard to imagine why the cultivators present were terrified. Wei Wuxian is no more calm than the others, the stormy waves in his heart have already lifted above his head.

It's not that Wen Ning shouldn't be here, it's that he shouldn't be here in this world. Long before the mass graves were encircled and suppressed, he should have been crushed to ashes!

When Jin Ling heard Wen Ning's name being called out, Jin Ling involuntarily turned the direction of the sword that was facing the soul-eating goddess. Taking advantage of his distraction, the soul-eating goddess stretched her long arms joyfully and hung him up.

Seeing that she had opened her mouth and approached Jin Ling's face, Wei Wuxian couldn't care less about his heart shaking and raised his bamboo flute again. His hands trembled a little, and the tune he blew trembled along with it. In addition, the flute was made of rough workmanship, and the low voice was almost hoarse. Wen Ning moved following the sound.

With this movement, he moved in front of the Soul Eater in the blink of an eye. Wen Ning slapped his hand, and the Soul Eater's neck slammed, but the body did not move, but the head was turned in a big circle by this palm, and the face was facing He was still smiling, facing the direction that was originally his back. Wen Ning slashed with his bare hands again, and the right hand of the Soul Eater who captured Jin Ling was cut off.

She looked down at her broken wrist, instead of turning her head back in the correct direction, she turned her body around, facing Wen Ning with her front face and back at the same time. Wei Wuxian didn't dare to slack off, he inhaled and bowed his head, controlling Wen Ning to fight. However, after a while, he became more and more frightened.

Low-level walking corpses can't think on their own, and they need his orders to bless and guide them. Fierce corpses with stronger lethality are often confused and unconscious. Wen Ning's situation is different. He was made by Wei Wuxian, and it is no exaggeration to say that he is the strongest corpse in the world. , not afraid of all things that the living fear, no different from the living.

But at this moment, Wen Ning obviously has no consciousness of his own!

As he was in shock, there were bursts of exclamations from the field. It turned out that Wen Ning kept kicking and beating, firmly pressing the Soul Eater to the ground, then picked up a huge rock beside him, lifted it above the Soul Eater, and smashed her heavily. Thunder-like heavy blows fell one after another, until the stone body of the soul-eating goddess was smashed into pieces!

In the rubble of the white flowers, a bead with a snow-white halo rolled out. That is the Dan Yuan condensed after the soul-eating goddess devoured the souls of more than a dozen living people. Take it back and handle it carefully. Just now Several people who were sucked in their souls were able to recover. However, at this moment, no one could go up to pick up the bead, and all the sword tips that were originally aimed at the soul-eating goddess were turned around.

A monk shouted hoarsely: "Encircle him!"

Some people responded hesitantly, but more people hesitated and stepped back. The cultivator shouted again, "Fellow Daoists, don't let him run away. This is Wen Ning!"

This period woke everyone up. How could the ghost general be compared to a mere soul-eating monster? Although he didn't know why he came out, killing a thousand soul-eating demons couldn't compare to capturing a single Wen Ning. A mad dog who is obedient, bites and does not bark, from now on, it will become famous and soar to the sky! Originally, they rushed to Dafan Mountain for night hunting, just to compete for the vicious beasts and to increase their qualifications. When they shouted like this, it was inevitable that some people would be moved. But those older cultivators who had witnessed Wen Ning's madness back then still didn't dare to act rashly, so the man shouted again, "What are you afraid of, the Yiling Patriarch is not here!"

Thinking about it again, yes, what is there to be afraid of, his master has already been smashed to pieces!

After a few sentences, the circle of swords circling around Wen Ning suddenly shrank. Wen Ning waved his arm, and the black iron chain swept across heavily, deflecting all the flying swords. Immediately after, he stepped out, grabbed the neck of the person closest to him, lifted it lightly, and lifted it off the ground. Wei WuXian knew that the flute sound was too urgent and too violent just now, which made him feel fierce, and he had to suppress it and stabilize his mood, Xinxin played another tune.

This melody came to my mind naturally, and it was gentle and quiet, very different from the strange and harsh flute sound just now. Wen Ning froze when he heard the sound, and slowly turned to the place where the flute came from. Wei Wuxian stood there, looking into his pupilless eyes.

After a while, Wen Ning let go and threw the cultivator to the ground, lowered his arms, and walked towards Wei Wuxian step by step.

He drooped his head and dragged a subway chain, and he was a little dejected. Wei WuXian retreated while blowing, and led him over. After walking like this for a while, he retreated into the forest, and suddenly he smelled a cold scent of sandalwood.

Immediately, the back bumped into a person, the wrist suddenly hurt, and the flute stopped abruptly. Wei Wuxian thought badly, turned around and saw that he was meeting Lan Wangji's pale, cold eyes.

Not good, Lan Wangji had seen him play the flute and fight the corpse with his own eyes.

Lan Wangji grabbed Wei Wuxian with one hand, while Wen Ning stood dumbfounded within two feet of them, looking around slowly, as if looking for the sound of the flute that had suddenly disappeared. In the distance of the forest, there were flames and voices spreading, Wei Wuxian's thoughts turned sharply, and he made a decisive decision: what if he had seen it. There are thousands of people who can play the flute, and there are so many people who learn how the Yiling ancestors used the flute to drive corpses out of their own way.

Resolutely regardless of the hand holding him, he raised his arm and continued to play the flute. This time, he blew more urgently, as if urging and reprimanding, his breath was unsteady, the ending sound was broken, and it was shrill and harsh. Suddenly, Lan Wangji's hand was so hard that his wrist was about to break, Wei Wuxian couldn't bear the pain, his fingers loosened, and the bamboo flute fell to the ground.

Fortunately, his instructions were clear enough, Wen Ning quickly retreated, silently sneaked into the dark forest, and disappeared without a trace. Wei WuXian was afraid that Lan WangJi would intercept Wen Ning and grab him with his backhand. Who knows, from the beginning to the end, Lan Wangji never gave Wen Ning a single glance, but just stared at Wei Wuxian. The two of you pulled me and I pulled you, staring at each other.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng arrived.

He was patient in Buddha's Foot Town and waited for the result. He didn't even finish a cup of tea. A disciple rolled down the mountain in a hurry and told him how the things in Dafan Mountain were so bad and so cruel. He was shocked when he heard this. , rushed up again and shouted: "A Ling!"

Jin Ling was almost sucked out of his soul just now, but now that he is safe, he stood on the ground and said, "Uncle!"

Seeing that Jin Ling was fine, Jiang Cheng's heart fell, and he immediately scolded: "You don't have a signal on you? You don't know how to let it go when you encounter this kind of thing? How dare you try, get over here!"

Jin Ling didn't catch the soul-eating goddess, and was also angry: "Didn't you tell me to take it down?! If you can't take it, don't go back to see you!"

Jiang Cheng really wanted to slap this stinky boy back into his mother's stomach, but he really said what he said, so he couldn't slap himself in the face, so he turned to the monks who were all over the place, and sarcastically said, "What is it? Killing you so decently."

Among these monks in different costumes, several were disguised as disciples of the Yunmeng Jiang Sect. They were ordered by Jiang Cheng to secretly help Jin Ling, lest he would not be able to win this level. . A cultivator's eyes were still straight: "Sect, sect master, it's... it's Wen Ning..."

Jiang Cheng suspected that he had heard it wrong: "What did you say?"

The man said, "Wen Ning is back!"

In an instant, shock, disgust, anger, and disbelief crossed Jiang Cheng's face.

After a while, he said coldly: "This thing has been smashed to ashes for a long time, how can it come back."

The disciple said, "It's really Wen Ning! There's absolutely nothing wrong! I'm absolutely right!" He suddenly pointed over there: "...He called it out!"

Wei Wuxian was still at a stalemate with Lan Wangji, and he suddenly became the center of attention in the arena. Jiang Cheng's cold eyes also slowly turned to the direction he was standing.

After a long while, a twisted smile appeared at the corner of Jiang Cheng's mouth, and his left hand involuntarily began to rub the ring, and said softly, "...Okay. Are you back?"

He let go of his left hand, and a long whip fell from his hand.

The whip was extremely thin, just like its name, it was a violet light current that was still sizzling, like a thunder cloud crawling across the sky, he firmly grasped one end and held it in his hand. When waving it, it was like a swift and incoherent lightning bolt!

Wei Wuxian hasn't moved yet, but Lan Wangji has turned the piano in his hand. A wave of letter, like a stone stirred up a thousand waves, the sound of the piano brought countless ripples in the air, and struck with the purple electricity, one and the other grew.

Jiang Cheng's considerations of "never rashly fight" and "not to fight against the evil blue family" seem to have all been eaten by dogs. In the sky above the mountains and forests in the night of Dafan Mountain, sometimes the purple light is bright, sometimes it is as bright as day, sometimes the thunder is roaring, and sometimes the sound of the piano is roaring. The rest of the cultivators quickly pulled away from a safe distance and watched from the sidelines. After all, it is rare to have the opportunity to see two immortal heads of noble families who are also famous and famous, and they can't help but expect to fight more fiercely and fiercely. This also contains some unspeakable expectations. It is only interesting to hope that the relationship between the two Lanjiang families will break down from now on. Over there, Wei Wuxian seized the opportunity and ran away.

Everyone was shocked. The whip didn't hit him, and it wasn't because Lan WangJi was blocking him. He runs like this, isn't he asking for his own death!

Sure enough, Jiang Cheng seemed to have an eye on his back. When he saw that he was out of the range of Lan Wangji's protection, how could he let go of this great opportunity? Hit his vest!

Wei Wuxian was hit by the whip so that his whole body almost flew out, but luckily the donkey stopped him, otherwise he would have slammed into the tree. But this blow succeeded, but Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng both stopped, stunned.

Wei WuXian rubbed his back, helped the donkey to get up, hid behind it and growled, "It's amazing! It's okay to have a big family! Hit anyone! Tsk tsk tsk!"

Lan Wangji: "..."

Jiang Cheng: "..."

He was shocked and angry: "What's going on?!"

"Purple Lightning" has a strange method, if the person who took the house is drawn by it, the body and soul will be stripped in an instant. The soul of the squatter will be directly shot out of the body by the purple lightning, without exception. But this person still acted as usual after being drawn, and there was no other explanation except that he was not the one who took the house.

Wei WuXian thought to himself, "Nonsense, of course Zidian can't extract my soul. I'm not being robbed, I'm offering it. Forcibly offering it!"

Jiang Cheng had a look of surprise on his face, and before he could slap him again, Lan Jingyi shouted, "Sect Master Jiang, that's enough. That's Zidian!"

For an immortal weapon of the level of Zidian, there is absolutely no possibility that it will fail once or twice. If you don't take it out, you don't take it out, and if you don't take it, you don't take it. Otherwise, it would be in vain. He shouted like that, forcing Jiang Cheng, who was ashamed of his life, to stop.

But, if it wasn't Wei Wuxian, who else could summon Wen Ning? !

Jiang Cheng couldn't accept it after thinking about it. He pointed at Wei Wuxian and said with a sullen face, "Who are you?!"

At this time, the spectator who had good things on the side finally interjected, and coughed dryly: "Sect Master Jiang, you probably don't pay much attention to this, you don't know, this Mo Xuanyu belongs to the Lanling Jin Sect...cough, used to be A disciple of the Jin family with a foreign surname. But because of his low spiritual power, he didn't practice hard, and because of that... harassing fellow practitioners, he was kicked out of the Lanling Jin family. I heard that he was crazy? In my opinion, Mostly because he failed to correct the way, he was angry in his heart, and went the wrong way. It is not necessarily the one... Yiling Patriarch seized the upper body."

Jiang Cheng said, "That? Which?"

"That...that's it..."

Someone couldn't help saying: "The habit of breaking sleeves!"

Jiang Cheng's eyebrows twitched, and the look in Wei Wuxian's eyes became even more disgusting. There were a few more words that no one else dared to say in front of Jiang Cheng.

Even though his reputation is not good, it must be admitted that the Yiling Patriarch Wei Wuxian was a well-known and beautiful man before he betrayed the Yunmengjiang Clan. The language "Fengshen is handsome" - this high-spirited Sect Master Jiang happened to be ranked fifth, and he was crushed on the head, so others did not dare to mention this. Wei Ying is a flirtatious person, and he loves to be with beautiful women. I don't know how many fairies have suffered from his evil peach blossom, but no one has ever heard that he still likes men. Even if he wanted to seize the house, he wanted to kill him... According to Wei Ying's taste, he would never choose such a maniac with broken sleeves who rode a donkey to eat fruit and painted his head like a hanged ghost!

Someone else muttered: "It doesn't look like it...and the flute is played so badly...and the learning is so lame. That's how Dong Shixiao frowns."

In the "Shooting the Sun" that year, the ancestors of Yiling were on the battlefield, playing a flute through the long night, and the ghosts, soldiers and ghosts were like thousands of troops, invincible, and people blocked the killing Buddha and blocked the killing Buddha. The sound of the flute is like the sound of heaven and man, how can it be compared to the ghost blowing that this abandoned son of the Jin family just whimpered and swallowed twice? Even if Wei Wuxian has an extremely poor character, he can't make such a comparison. So insulting.

Wei WuXian felt a little depressed: ...You haven't practiced for more than ten years, and you made a broken flute with three cuts and two cuts. Come and let me hear it? I'm on my knees for you!

Jiang Cheng just now believed that this person was Wei Wuxian, and his whole body was boiling with cold blood, but now Zidian in his hand told him clearly that it was not. Zidian will never lie to him, and he will never make mistakes. He calmed down very quickly and thought to himself: It's not a big deal. First find an excuse to bring people back, and then use all means to beat them. I don't worry if he doesn't recruit something, and if he doesn't believe it, he can't leak anything. It's not like this has never been done before. He figured out this section and made a gesture. The famous disciples understood what he meant and gathered around, Wei WuXian hurriedly led the donkey and jumped behind Lan WangJi, clutching his heart and exclaiming, "Ah, what are you going to do to me!"

Lan Wangji glanced at him and endured his rude and loud exaggeration.

Seeing that he didn't want to let go, Jiang Cheng said, "Second Master Lan, are you trying to get along with Jiang?"

No one in the hundreds of families knows that this young head of the Jiang family is on guard against Wei Wuxian to the point of being insane. He would rather catch a mistake and never let it go. If he sees someone suspected of Wei Wuxian taking his home, he will bring him back to the Yunmeng Jiang Clan for severe punishment. Torture, if he were to tie this person back, he would have to teach him half-life. Lan SiZhui said: "Sect Master Jiang, the facts are in front of you, Young Master Mo has not been taken away, why do you have to embarrass an unknown person?"

Jiang Cheng said coldly, "Then I don't know why Second Young Master Lan has been protecting an unknown person since just now?"

Wei Wuxian suddenly burst out laughing twice.

He said, "Sect Master Jiang, that, it's very embarrassing for you to pester me like this."

Jiang Cheng's brows jumped twice, instinctively feeling that this person would never say anything nice to make him look good.

Wei WuXian said, "You are too enthusiastic, thank you. But you also think too much. Even if I like men, I don't like all kinds of men, and I won't follow if a man beckons. I'm not interested in planting it."

Wei Wuxian was trying to disgust him. Jiang Cheng hated being compared the most, no matter how boring it was, as long as someone said that he was inferior to another so-and-so, he would get angry in his heart, he didn't want to eat, and he had to win. Sure enough, Jiang Cheng's face turned blue: "Oh? Then may I ask, what kind of thing do you like?"

Wei WuXian said, "What kind of? Well, I like Hanguang-Jun like that."

Lan Wangji was the one who couldn't stand such frivolous and boring jokes the most. After being disgusted, he will definitely take the initiative to draw a line and keep a distance. Disgusting two people at a time, killing two birds with one stone!

Who knows, Lan Wangji turned around after hearing this.

He said blankly, "That's what you said."

Wei Wuxian: "Huh?"

Lan Wangji turned his head back, without losing his etiquette, but he couldn't say anything, "I've brought this person back to Lan's house."

Wei Wuxian: "..."

Wei Wuxian: "...Huh?"