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Every day after arriving in Songhua City, Shen Quehan could see the glazed pagoda standing in the snow. He asked different people about its origin and purpose more than once, and got various answers. Some said it was used to detain serious criminals. The most exaggerated answer is that this pagoda symbolizes Lord Mozun's cultivation, pure character, supreme status, and rule for thousands of generations.

But no one said that it was a huge wound in his life.

Nanfeng pinched his knuckles to force himself to turn around and face him, and said in a tone that was not so heavy: "Yes...the sect has disbanded, and there is no one to take care of the Jiuyun Mountain Sword Tomb, so I rebuilt this pagoda. Nothing surprising, if you don't like—"

"It's nothing unusual for you to build a grave for me." Shen Quehan didn't allow him to continue to argue, and asked strangely, "But you can come and go freely in my grave, and you even put 'Kaiji' and 'Jingxue' together." ' in the same coffin, isn't it strange?"

south wind:"……"

Their sword cultivators are so disgusting, they will always not open up when they should open up, and open up when they should not open up.

Shen Quehan has been with him for many years, and he knows that Nanfeng's habit is to put very important things in the bedroom, and he has to see them when he sits or sleeps to feel at ease.So unless he was being self-indulgent and overestimated his own importance, I am afraid that compared to Duxu Palace, the Liuli Pagoda is the place where Nanfeng can really feel at ease.

The two only looked at each other for a few breaths, and Nan Feng was defeated by his gaze. He lifted up the hem of his clothes with broken jars, and sat on the floor leaning against the crystal coffin in a familiar and careless way, and patted the side on the ground, motioning for Shen Quehan to sit down together.

"It's really..." Shen Quehan looked at him helplessly, "Don't you think it's cold?"

After all, he sat down according to Nanfeng's will, Jingxue and Kaiji were lying on his knees, Nanfeng was afraid that he would be cold, so he deliberately stretched out his hand to pull him closer, the two of them put their shoulders together, Like two young birds crowded together in the cold winter months, huddled under the eaves where the ventilation is everywhere, they can only rely on each other's body temperature for warmth.

"Brother, can you tell me first, where have you been for the past 100 years?"

Shen Quehan looked at him sideways: "It's so difficult to hear you tell the truth, I have to recite the genealogy for you first, right?"

His eyes were full of provocation and youthful arrogance, from bottom to top, they brushed his face as hard as invisible feathers but softly, no matter the appearance or expression, it was almost the same as before.

If it was Nanfeng from before, he would have grasped his hand without hesitation at this time, skillfully showing off his coquettish skills; but now Mozun Fanchen has to muster up a lot of courage even to touch him, so he can only look helplessly. Looking at Shen Quehan, he tried to silently beg for mercy.

Shen Quehan's heart softened and itched when he saw him, he couldn't help but raised his hand and snored on his head, rubbing his cool and drooping long hair to blow up a few hairs, and then he stopped in satisfaction, as if he was serious and authentic : "Okay, I didn't deliberately hide it from you, I really don't know what's going on - the first time I opened my eyes was more than ten days ago, in a cave in the mortal world, after I came out and asked about it, I found out It’s been 100 years.”

He suddenly remembered something and asked, "Based on the current situation, I should not have died. I was just transferred to another place. Since you didn't see the dead body with your own eyes, how do you think I'm dead?"

Every time he said the word "death", Nan Feng's face turned ugly, but he couldn't avoid it, so he could only answer if he didn't want to say it: "We received a message from the Qianzhong Gate on the mountain, saying that you have... ...has been devoured by the devilish energy, and your body was smashed to pieces, and only your broken sword was found in the city. Later, we tried various methods and borrowed many spiritual tools, but there was no answer."

Shen Quehan let out a "huh", nodded and said: "No wonder, even the soul can't be summoned, eight out of nine out of ten."

Nanfeng closed his eyes.

What he didn't say was that after occupying Songhua City, he went to every corner of the city, opened every piece of corpse left on the scorched earth with his own hands, and exhausted his manpower, but in the end he could only prove that his most important person had been completely destroyed. Body dead and soul gone, no trace to be found.

"Someone saved me before you," Shen Quehan thought, "Who would do such a thing? Since he was willing to save me, why didn't he tell you?"

"Back then there were a lot of strange things about Songhua City's extermination of demons, and more than one force stirred up the water." Nan Feng said, "Brother, you don't know who saved you, so do you know who killed you?"

This question itself contained a frightening answer, Shen Quehan suddenly turned to look at him.

Nan Feng lowered his eyes and lowered his eyebrows, obviously expressionless, but the lines on his side face looked strangely ferocious under the warm pearl light, as if some kind of terrible monster sealed in his body was struggling endlessly and would break out at any time.

"After the last battle between immortals and demons, Xianmen seized the most precious treasure of the demon clan from the hands of the previous generation of demons. Since that thing is of great importance, Xianmen can't let it be left in the world, so after discussion, it was decided that the one who participated in the war at that time would contribute the most The seven major sects jointly sealed this object and handed it over to Xuntian Pavilion for preservation."

"Brother," he clenched Shen Quehan's hand, took a deep breath, "when your accident happened, this thing was in Songhua City."

The brothers and sisters of the Jiuyun School were shocked to hear the bad news, and rushed to Songhua City during the starry night. However, at that time, the city had already been reduced to a purgatory full of demonic energy. They could only stand in mid-air and confirm it from a distance. .

Zhuang Ruofu and Yuan Xuelian were in a hurry to go back to make arrangements for the funeral, but Nanfeng refused to go with them. He was not far from being insane at that time, and he stumbled into the bloody mist-shrouded city gate without even saying hello to his colleagues. .

He wandered around the city like a ghost for three days, his body was covered with wounds, his blood was almost drained dry, and finally he was exhausted until he fell to the corner of the wall, and when he was gasping for his last breath, he suddenly heard human voices in the night wind.

"Be careful! This thing is very evil, and it's hard to deal with when it sees blood again. You go to form a Big Dipper to subdue the demons. Listen to my orders, hurry up!"

Nan Feng's chaotic mind was vaguely touched by this sound. Before he could figure it out, seven sword lights rose into the sky a few steps away from the south. The wind stopped and the clouds stopped for a moment, and the golden lightsaber array appeared in midair, like a huge plate falling down. Buckled above Songhua City, it firmly suppressed the overflowing demonic energy from the outside to the inside.

It turned out that it was Xianmen who took the initiative to suppress the demons——Nanfeng put half of his heart back into his stomach, but before he let go of his breath, suddenly there was a sudden change, and a majestic mass of blood suddenly burst out in the center of the city, " With a bang, it rushed straight into the sky, and instantly shattered the Fumo Sword Formation with a force of destruction.

Nan Feng's eyes blurred, only to hear a "bang", the seven monks floating in the air were blown away by the air waves, and one of them happened to land right in front of Nan Feng.

The evil aura in Songhua City was too heavy, and it had already attracted thunder clouds. The city was so dark that it was difficult to distinguish day and night. Nanfeng could barely see the blurred figure of the man lying across the road in a strange posture, and the fresh bloody smell temporarily covered him. After passing the original rotten smell here, it is obviously more ominous than good.

The boundless demonic energy surged towards the center of the city, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, and a long snake-like purple lightning suddenly appeared in the thunderclouds.

The moment the first thunder fell, the devilish energy condensed into a human form.

"Lord Xuntian Pavilion, long time no see." The hoarse and sinister voice echoed in the sky and the earth, "I have been imprisoned for dozens of years, and I can see the sky again in my lifetime. I would like to thank you for your help."

Another figure appeared far away in the air. The roar of the master of Xuntian Pavilion, Qiu Changyin, was mixed with the thunder. Nanfeng didn't hear it clearly, but he heard the devil sneer, and said mockingly: "There is no one else here, why bother to be hypocritical? If it is not the master of the pavilion Undo the seal first, and sacrifice the life of this city full of dead people to me, how can this deity have a chance to escape?

"It's too late for the pavilion master to regret it now. Why don't you abandon the darkness and follow the light, and join the deity's command, and work with the deity to revive the demons and unify the three realms, how about it?"

Qiu Changyin is also a master of a generation. He has been in the fairy world for more than a hundred years. How can he be led by the nose all the time? He stopped answering and made a magic formula silently. Heart!

The black mist all over the city seemed to be summoned, rushing towards the spirit sword, desperately tearing its castration. At the same time, Qiu Changyin waved a dozen talismans, bit the tip of his tongue, and spurted a mouthful of heart blood in the air.

Boom!

Nine Heavens God Lightning Breaks Demons!

The lightning tore through the dark clouds, and slammed into the monsters in the city, and the thunder shook the sky. Under the pressure of heaven, no living creature within a hundred miles was spared.Nanfeng only felt an invisible force hammering his chest heavily, directly smashing his seven orifices to bleed, his internal organs curled up in pain, the weak vitality in his body flickered like a candle blown by the wind, flickering for a moment, The head finally dropped limply.

At this moment, in the entire city, no matter the living or the dead, everything stopped.

The pouring rain came as promised.

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