More than three realms handle

Xiao Liang strangled the boy's fragile neck, lifted him up, and said in a bad tone, "My junior sister likes you so much, I don't know if she likes you the same after death."

Behind him is a large altar, followed by a group of disciples, waiting for the senior brother to give orders.

There were still a few people tied up in the corner, their heads lowered, not daring to move, swallowing back the choked-up cries.

Before he had time to explain, Ling Xian pulled Xiao Shuyue up and ran out of the dark dungeon.

Chen Sha opened the two cells casually, and the rescued disciples understood and released the other trapped people one by one.

"Where do you usually hold ceremonies?" Ling Xian didn't stop on his feet, but his breath was steady.

The whereabouts of so many innocent people are unknown, and the people in power in Guanyin are also missing. He can't think of a second possibility other than offering sacrifices.

And leading him to the dungeon was to delay time!

In the past, when Taoist priests fell into a bottleneck in their cultivation, they often found some heresy ways to break through the situation, and sacrificing living people to help their cultivation was one of them.

Because it is too cruel and despised by the world, it has long been listed as a forbidden technique, but how can a half-legged person take this into consideration.

"Altar!" Thinking that Jiang Sheng might have been killed, and it was because of herself, Xiao Shuyue's heart throbbed.

The bruise on her ankle was still there, so she endured the pain and quickened her pace to lead the way for Ling Xian.

More and more people escaped from the dungeon and ran towards the same direction - the altar.

Xiao Liang sat cross-legged in the center of the altar, and the disciples who protected the Dharma sat in a circle, holding their breath and concentrating.

The unpopular disciples of the outer sect tied the sacrifices to the sacrificial pillars.

The altar hangs on the mountainside, and at this moment, the outside is turbulent and unpredictable.

When the thunder struck, Xiao Liang raised his palm to catch it, and the storm surged silently under him.

After crossing the tribulation, he will immediately enter the fairyland and become an existence admired by thousands of people!

Five fingers formed into claws and flung towards Jiang Sheng's direction, a steady stream of anger gushed out from his body and flowed into Xiao Liang's body.

The boy's body shriveled instantly, and dark red blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

pain!Everywhere on his body was aching, as if countless sharp knives were slicing through, gouging out flesh and bones.

Memories flash in my mind like a revolving lantern, and every frame has the same figure with a bright smile...

His eyes blurred, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Is there still a chance to meet again?my girl.

The long-lost power surged in Xiao Liang's body, he burst into laughter, and stretched out his magic palm to the next person.

"This is it!" Xiao Shuyue stopped, gasping for breath.

Looking across the altar, her breath suddenly stopped, it was Jiang Sheng!

The billowing thunder fell, Xiao Shuyue turned a blind eye and continued to move forward, drew out the saber of the disciple beside him, and led a thunderbolt to the center of the altar, which was blocked by Xiao Yang raised his hand.

It was like a signal, and the two parties fought.

Rolling thunder, clashing swords, punches to the flesh... Countless sounds intertwined, and the scene was very chaotic.

The conflicts that had been accumulated for a long time erupted in an instant, which faction of disciples was no longer important, they were already jealous, and every move went straight to the point.

Ling Xian, whose top priority was saving people, avoided the sect struggles around him and ran towards the altar.

What's more, he didn't have a weapon in his hand, and there was nowhere to use the silver needle in this kind of situation.Even so, he still suffered a few blows.

The sharp sword edge slashed across the side of the face, a few strands of broken hair fell down, and round drops of blood dripped.

Before he had time to check the wound and avoid the sharp swords coming one after another, Ling Xian continued to move towards the altar.

"Ling Xian!" Chen Sha's chest seemed to be hit hard by something.

He doesn't care about other people's life or death, but Ling Xian must not be hurt, not even a single hair!

This is his person, no one can hurt the king's person!

The black mist gathered around him, and the figure of Cinnabar gradually appeared.

The king of all ghosts was not allowed to appear in front of the world. Ordinary people would not be able to stand even just looking at him, let alone bear the coercion of his wrath.

The man in red who suddenly appeared approached the altar step by step, every step was like thunder.

The swords and swords beside him seemed to be playing around, and even Tianlei, who had crossed the catastrophe, was overshadowed.

The ones with lower cultivation bases had already collapsed clutching their chests, while the better ones had blood oozing from the corners of their mouths. Standing up became the most difficult thing.

Xiao Yang and the others fled in all directions early on, relying on the power of others to pretend to be a tiger, the tree fell and the monkeys scattered naturally.

Xiao Liang, whose cultivation base has greatly increased, and Chen Sha, who is full of coercion, wrestled together. Black mist and thunderstorms tore apart around the two of them, and gradually they couldn't see their figures clearly.

After a few rounds, Xiao Liang was at a disadvantage, blood kept pouring out of his mouth, and now he could only accept Chen Sha's move.

On the other hand, Chen Sha did not use one-tenth of his full strength to easily dodge Xiao Liang's every move, and even his palm could not touch Chen Sha's clothes.

It's as leisurely as a cat playing with a mouse.

Xiao Shuyue dragged her sword and walked towards the altar with difficulty. The strong wind brushed all her hair behind her, but couldn't blow away the sadness in her eyes.

She put down the sword, wiped the blood off her body, and approached the boy cautiously, as if he was just asleep.

The girl stretched her hand towards the side of his neck, the beating was very weak, as if it would stop in the next second.

Ling Xian's coercion was useless to him, walking past one sacrifice pillar after another, laying down the life that had been or was about to be sacrificed.

Fortunately, apart from Jiang Sheng and the other young man, the others were fine, but they fainted from fright.

He has never been close to Jiang Sheng and Xiao Shuyue. This time, Hua Tuo is really powerless after rebirth, and the last time will be left to the two of them.

Xiao Shuyue carefully held up the boy's face, as if she didn't see his withered cheeks, she rubbed them affectionately, tears dripping down silently.

Suddenly the boy's fingers curled up. He slowly opened his eyes, looked at the girl with a smile, raised his hand to wipe away the tears from her eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't cry, you look good when you smile."

The girl's tears suddenly fell uncontrollably. She buried herself in Jiang Sheng's chest and murmured in a low voice, "It's all my fault...it's all my fault..."

If there really is a god, she is willing to trade herself for Jiang to live on.

Jiang Sheng rubbed her head, his voice was close to a whisper, but he expressed all tenderness: "...fool, I love you."

The boy's hand dropped slowly, his eyelids closed again as if overwhelmed, and there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.

How Xiao Shuyue left can't be clearly remembered, it seems that someone pulled her away from the altar that was as high as ten feet high.

The sound passes through the ears but cannot distinguish what is said, and the picture enters the eyes but is replaced by the past.

She met Jiang Sheng on an autumn afternoon, and the cicadas were no longer noisy, but she vaguely remembered that it was very noisy that day, and it turned out to be her own violent heartbeat.

The boy drew a picture of dark blue and light blue intertwined by the river, just like his name, like the river is calm and without waves.

After that, she always sneaked down the mountain, always meeting Jiang Sheng who was sketching.

Later, she also fell in love with painting, and fell in love with the person who painted.

As the sun went down, Qingyun Temple returned to its former calm, but some things could never go back.

Xiao Shuyue didn't know how long she had been lying in the house, it was so long that it seemed that they had gone through their entire lives.

She got up and dressed in front of the bronze mirror, washed off the blood and tears on her face, tied her black hair high, and put on a majestic black robe.

There are still many things waiting to be dealt with, and she cannot continue to be depressed here.

"Senior Sister!" The disciples outside the door had been waiting for a long time, but they didn't dare to disturb her.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Shuyue glanced lightly at the person in front of her, her tone calm and pretentious.

The disciple who came to report was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly replied: "Da...Xiao Liang has been restrained, and Xiao Yang and others have also been arrested." He always felt that the senior sister seemed to be different, and he couldn't tell what was different. , paused and said cautiously: "Waiting for my senior sister to deal with it!"

Xiao Shuyue flicked her robe, motioning for him to lead the way.

The younger brother ran quickly, then remembered something, and said carefully: "The knight who came to help today has not left yet, it seems... very worried about you."

"Well, call him too." Xiao Shuyue pondered for a moment, then turned to tell another disciple, "Duchun, you go to Shisi's to get the key and get that thing."

"Yes, Senior Sister!"

Xiao Liang was kneeling on the ground, with disheveled hair and a haggard face, he didn't have the domineering look before.

Several disciples held swords and surrounded him to prevent death.

The sound of dense footsteps came, and Xiao Shuyue led all the disciples in.

It was originally a place to discuss matters big and small, but now it is used to deal with traitors.

Seeing the senior sister coming, Xiao Yang pushed away the guarding fellow disciple, ran over stumblingly, and knelt down in front of Xiao Shuyue with a plop: "Senior sister, I was wrong! I didn't mean it, I, I just lost my mind for a while... "

He raised his head and pointed in Xiao Liang's direction, and said sharply, "It's all him, he forced me!"

"Forgive me, okay?" Xiao Yang was begging for mercy like a drowned dog.

Senior sister is usually the most soft-tempered, as long as she asks her, she will agree to any excessive requests.

"I forgive you."

As soon as Xiao Shuyue spoke, Xiao Yang couldn't help laughing, he knew it would be like this.

"But you begged the wrong person." Xiao Shuyue looked at the ugly face of her younger brother indifferently, and said word by word, "You should beg the victim's forgiveness, beg Jiang Sheng's forgiveness!"

Xiao Shuyue drew out the saber at her waist, Xiao Yang was so frightened that he fell to the ground and moved back desperately, but was blocked by the accompanying disciples.

She dragged the sword, and there was a sharp and piercing sound on the ground, and she came straight to Xiao Liang, and the guarding disciples retreated respectfully.

The sharp sword touched Xiao Liang's fragile neck, and pressed inward, leaving a bloodstain.

"Dead! He's already dead!" A strange smile climbed onto Xiao Liang's face, his eyes widened and he burst into laughter.

The phalanges holding the sword turned slightly white due to the force, but the blade remained steady.

Xiao Shuyue closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes were clear: "I will not kill you, because your sins have not been redeemed, and death is more than justified."

Du Chun arrived in time with Ling Xian, and stood in the center of the hall with Xiao Shuyue on the left and right.

The great elder is still in seclusion, and the elder brother has also committed an unforgivable crime. Now the actual power holders of Qingyun temple are Xiao Shuyue and Xiao Duchun.

"The group of disciples headed by Xiao Liang have committed serious crimes and abolished martial arts," Xiao Shuyue said, Xiao Yang and others became restless, but they were quickly suppressed by the disciples next to them.

She continued: "From now on, we will send people down the mountain. Unless the victim forgives us, we will not be allowed to return to practice. Each person will be assigned a disciple to accompany us to prevent any further evil intentions."

Ignoring their begging for mercy, Xiao Shuyue took the object in Duanchun's hand and walked towards Ling Xian.

After seeing the intention of the senior sister, Du Chun lightly blocked her, and then felt that he was overstepping the rules, so he withdrew his hand embarrassingly.

Xiao Shuyue turned around, raised the object in her hand, and said loudly: "This is our treasure of Zhenguan!" Then he pointed to Ling Xian, "And this is our savior! I will give him the treasure of Zhenguan , do you have any opinions?"

A group of disciples did not speak, neither agreeing nor daring to oppose.

The Soul Locking Curse has been handed down to several generations of elders, and it is the only one in the world.

They were also very grateful to Ling Xian, but they were reluctant to give it to an outsider like this.

"If the treasure of Zhenguan is gone, you can find another one, but if you lose the person, you will really have nothing!" The disciples looked up at the senior sister, and Xiao Shuyue continued, "If it wasn't for my friend——Ling Xian, I would have risked everything!" Life is in danger to save us, and Qingyun Temple, which has been standing for thousands of years, will be overthrown today!"

The disciples no longer had any objections, and even Du Chun took the initiative to hold the hand of the senior sister, and together they sent the Soul Locking Curse to Ling Xian.

When Ling Xian left, Xiao Shuyue came out to see him off in person, followed by a group of disciples far behind.

"This treasure..." Just now in the hall, Ling Xian couldn't avoid excuses, so as not to spoil the prestige that Xiao Shuyue had just established.

I don't know if there will be a chance to see her again in the future, so I might as well go back now.

Xiao Shuyue leaned close to his ear, and said softly: "A few days ago, my mother entrusted me with a dream, saying that you might need this in the future." She stepped back, and blinked at Ling Xian, "I was just worried about how to give it to you. , just so you..."

Xiao Shuyue's mother?

A girl from Merlin flashed in Ling Xian's mind, but she didn't look like her age...

After putting away the Soul-Locking Curse, Ling Xian thought of another thing: "Well, you have seen it, Chensha. You and..." He paused for a moment, then said carefully, "We will meet again if we are destined."

Ling Xian believed that the existence of Ghost Realm was no secret to cultivators, so it was inconvenient for him to say more.

But for a woman like Xiao Shuyue, consolation is the most hypocritical thing.

Xiao Shuyue patted him on the shoulder heavily, and said with a smile, "Then let me lend you a good word, Ling Zhi?"

Ling Xian:?

"Come here often when you are free, and you will always be welcome in Qingyun Temple!" Xiao Shuyue gently pushed Ling Xian's shoulder, making a final farewell.

Ling Xian didn't even think about when he was recognized until he went back.

You won't be regarded as a pervert who likes women's clothing, right?

The author has something to say:

Why did I write people to death again?

Forgive me for the length of this chapter!