Brother is too cold

Lang Jia stared dumbfounded at the back of Wen Guyye's leaving, completely unable to understand what kind of association the few words he said had brought to this senior brother.

She turned her head and asked Qiu Ruohua, "Yu Ming, your senior brother...?"

Qiu Ruohua also fell into a similar daze, muttering to himself: "I always feel that Brother Yuhuang's temper is much gentler than before."

Langa recalled, speechless.

Let's talk about Wen Guye.In fact, he stopped after driving for a while.

Ji Lianzhou's position is changing, but it's not Xiang Cangyuan...

Wen Guye turned his head to the side, looking at the black air that was getting thicker and thicker, like splashed ink, to the west.

The Yanggu that Langa guessed may be true, but there may be another situation at the same time.Why does Wang Sanwu prefer to find the hiding place of righteous monks so much?There are even magic tools that break the rules, and it is not surprising that some auxiliary things appear.

However, such a magic weapon is too heaven-defying for the monks, so it only appears occasionally in vague guesses, and almost no one wants to believe it.

He said that Langa and others will be fine if they stay in the Nascent Soul stage, which is also based on this reason.

But now, before his eyes, is another problem.

Should I take a detour through the miasma-free tunnel, or go directly to Qianlongyuan from here?

The two had only been separated for dozens of days before this happened.In all fairness, this was beyond Wen Guye's expectation, and more importantly, in his memory, there was nothing on the original world line that could match this moment.

He stood there silently, his clothes returned to their original color, as cold as snow.

In the depths of his soul, Ji Lianzhou's brand is slowly fading.

He has just reached the distraction stage, even if his foundation is solid, even if he carries the world's most favored by heaven, he still has no strength to fight back in front of a monk of the Mahayana stage.

How much did Wang Sanwu know?Will he find out that the person captured by him is not actually Ji Yuan...

It was the demon king who had been on his head for thousands of years, who had reached the Mahayana stage, and was the top powerhouse in the world.Such a soul, the temptation to him can be imagined.

Can Ji Lianzhou endure the pain of soul searching?He had only seen Ji Lianzhou search for other people's souls. At that time, those souls were so painful that they were almost distorted. Even if the body was annihilated, the pain could not be relieved by half.

Such a thing... Azhou...

Unknowingly, Wen Guye's sleeve clenched into a fist.His eyes were a little floating, looking into the distance, as if looking at an unknown world.

There are countless words shaking in front of his eyes, layer upon layer, endless.

There are occasional gaps in it.

Wen Guyye shook his body, the long veil on his face perfectly avoided a piece of writing.It seems that there is a score appearing on the piece of satin carrying countless formations, and the molecules are getting smaller and smaller-every time the word "miasma" is rarely encountered, the molecules will decrease.

He became more and more focused on this, until unconsciously, his body was overwhelmed by dense words.

In an incalculable amount of time, amidst the tiresome word "miasma", something else suddenly appeared.

Wen Guyye's brain hurt like a needle prick, but he still did.

After observing carefully for a long time, he finally recognized the words: "Boneless corpse, in the shape of a dragon".

——There are countless monsters and spirit beasts in this world, but dragons are not among them.Even in the legend of Longwoyuan, it is only said that there were gods and beasts in ancient times.It's just that when making the settings, the author dismantled the myths of various civilizations on the ancient earth and stuffed them all over the world.

There is also a row of small characters below: "The Origin of Miasma."

Wen Guyye's heart seemed to be beating so violently before.

He has always been a person who does not have much emotional fluctuations. This is true in the world where he was born, and it is the same in the world of cultivation.

There are always so few people who can make him angry and make him happy.

And Ji Lianzhou...Wen Guye squatted down, raised his right hand, and traced a text on his left arm that he had seen in the sky.With an extremely sharp sword energy, the fingertips cut through the skin, and blood with sufficient spiritual energy flowed out.

When the last stroke fell, that paragraph of text emitted a golden light in the present dark world, driving away all the "miasma".

Ji Lianzhou is special.Wen Guye knew this a long time ago, but still felt that returning to the original place was his greatest obsession.

But Ji Lianzhou's weight in his heart is really getting heavier and heavier, gradually catching up with the desire to return, and even surpassing it——

His hand touched the words "Boneless corpse, in the shape of a dragon".

In an instant, countless rays of light rose from the touch of his palm.Something dissipated under his palm, and then a force as vast as a river and sea came from heaven and earth, rushing through his meridians.

The thousand phoenix egg, which still had a trace of vitality in its dantian, became a small floating boat under such an impact, drifting with the current, without any strength to resist.

Wen Guyye raised his head blankly and looked at the sky.He was all too familiar with such a scene, with countless clouds condensing, as if the whole world had become pitch black... Purple lightning passed through the clouds, and a thick electric current slowly formed.

From the west bank of Cangyuan to Qianlongyuan, the orthodox monks and Moxiu were surprised to find that the miasma that had lingered around them for thousands of years was fading little by little.

"boom!"

The first tribulation thunder strikes down!

Caught off guard, there was a flash of lightning in Wen Guye's eyes.But the power that just rolled in was really vast and boundless. After the short meridians were torn, he quickly began to recover.

This tribulation thunder also pulled him away from the world that only had words.Looking around again, it was actually the roaring waves and the sky was cloudy and rainy.

The second tribulation thunder is already condensing.Wen Guyye seized the time to consume the strength in his body.After repeating this several times, he began to feel that something was wrong with his body——

Unspeakable changes are taking place.From head to toe, every meridian and even every strand of hair is being reshaped.

And the surrounding environment, obviously, shouldn't be like this.

He was on the sea between Qianlongyuan and Cangyuan, but the sky was only dark because of the thunder.

What about miasma?Where did you go...

A vague guess emerged in Wen Guyye's heart, perhaps the ending of the story was not as happy as described.After Ji Yuan made his own choice, Tian Dao forgave him and took away the last gift.

But why?It's the way of heaven, isn't it just the magnificent world conceived in the brain of his friend.Even if the plot changes, why would there be ancient things that don't exist in the outline?

Jielei strikes down at once, incredibly fast.The 160th nine thunderstorms only took Wen Guye three months.

Not too far away from him, a long time ago, a figure appeared, full of demonic energy.

It's Wang Sanwu...

The sky turned fine, and Wen Guye's flying hair gradually returned to smoothness.He straightened his sleeves, raised his eyes, and looked at the other party from a distance, without any waves in his eyes.

Wang Sanwu also looked at him.This demon has a rough appearance, like a slovenly and thoughtless person, but Wen Guye knew it was not the case when he read the outline for the first time.

He is now in the Mahayana stage, and the vast power in his body still hasn't dissipated...

If so, why not take advantage of it?

With a thought in Wen Guye's mind, the natal spirit sword that had been washed along with the meridians in his dantian appeared in his hand.The spirit sword at this moment has undergone another remelting process, and it is far thicker than before.

He still did the same action, holding the sword flat in front of his eyes, and gently wiped it with his left hand...

Then he raised his sword and slashed at Wang Sanwu across the vast sea!

The sword wind was mixed with sharp aura, and it split the sea water in half!Wang Sanwu took a few steps back, and then he called out his natal magic weapon to resist Wen Guyye's attack.

Wen Guye was about to swing his sword again when he suddenly heard Wang Sanwu's voice.The other party sank into his dantian, and used a secret method to ensure that only two monks who were in the Mahayana stage could hear all this: "You also found out?"

Wen Guye remained silent.

Wang Sanwu: "This world is fake."

Wen Guyye: "...what?"

Wang Sanwu frowned, and with a sway of his figure, he took advantage of Wen Guye's dazed moment to flash in front of him.He raised his hand, as if relaxed, but forcibly suppressed Wen Guye's spirit sword.

Wen Guye blinked, and a number appeared on the back of Wang Sanwu's hand, sixty.

That number is counting backwards.

Blink again and everything is back to normal.The hand is still the hand, the color of rough wheat, and there is no trace of trace on it.

Wang Sanwu's brows were almost frowned: "If you are an ordinary cultivator, I must kill you right now...but you devoured the spiritual power left by the ancient dragon! If so, the world's The truth must have been projected in your eyes."

Wen Guyye looked at him.

Wang Sanwu said: "Look at the sea, this day! At first glance it looks fine, but when you look again..."

The number on the back of his hand had shrunk to thirty.

Wang Sanwu said: "You and I are playthings in other people's hands, and we are much more sober than those idiots! If that's the case, what do you care about those so-called righteous ways and evil ways? Why don't we join hands and destroy the way of heaven together!"

twenty.

Wen Guye's eyes seemed to be loose, Wang Sanwu was overjoyed when he saw this, and he continued his efforts: "I swallowed a statue left by Ji Lianzhou, and saw a strange thing... like a snake and a turtle. After that, I reached the stage of Mahayana."

Wen Guyye: ... Xuanwu?

Wang Sanwu: "Have you been to the Kunlun Formation? Do you remember the monsters in the southeast and northwest? They correspond to the bones outside!"

ten.

Wang Sanwu probably spent too long alone after breaking the heavens, so he chattered to himself like this... Wen Guye thought to himself, and felt that the other party might be just because of his own force.

After all, this magic cultivator is based on the setting of "it looks honest and trustworthy, but it is not over if you don't use people to death".Telling himself these things right now, to Wang Sanwu... It's just a necessary investment.

Judging by how long he was able to watch from the sidelines, he knew that this person had terrible patience, and he was not as reckless as he appeared on the surface.

Finally, that number became zero.

Wen Guye felt the Weng Ming and power coming from the spirit sword, and his eyes moved slightly.In Wang Sanwu's surprised expression, his sword pierced deeply into the opponent's body, and then a gust of sword wind erupted!

Wang Sanwu was caught off guard and fell to the ground, with a huge gash in his abdomen.His expression darkened, but he dismissed it, and was about to recover...

Wang Sanwu froze slightly, how could it be!

Originally, every time he was injured, as long as he thought about it, the injury could be easily recovered.At this moment, it is not like this...

The monk in white in front of him looked down at him, his eyes were cold, and the tip of his sword pointed at his eyebrow: "Where's Ji Yuan?"