The Record of the Blackening of Traitors

In the middle of the night, thunder and lightning struck, and it began to rain heavily.

A mountain range on the outskirts of Jincheng collapsed suddenly, and the momentum was overwhelming.This mountain range is opposite to Jincheng's thousand-foot-high Buddha. The rain is continuous, falling like a curtain from the top of the moss-covered Buddha statue, from the earlobe to the shoulder, from the eyebrows to the eye socket.

Inside the Tianyu Building, seven thousand red sandalwood waxes were suddenly extinguished, and Shi Qingyi loosened his hands holding Fayin, and suddenly opened his eyes.

The room is empty, except for the red sandalwood red wax arranged in five elements, there are picture scrolls hanging on the wall one after another.

On the picture scroll are the previous High Priests of the Southern Kingdom. Each picture is infused with the priest's last touch of spiritual power before his death, and his expression and behavior stay at the most compassionate moment in his life.All of them are wearing clothes floating slowly, with looks that surpass ordinary people, as if praying for gods.

In fact, they are indeed the closest people to the so-called gods.

The light and shadow were faint, and Shi Qingyi's eyes fell on one of the paintings indifferently on the clothes that were spread all over the floor.The person in this painting is Xuanhe, the last high priest of the Southern Kingdom—the ancestor of Guijiang.

Historically, the priests of the Jiuzhong Palace were served by those who were closest to the way of heaven. They had the ability to understand the heaven and the earth, enjoyed the power over the king in the southern kingdom, and even had the power to directly depose the king.

By the time of Xuanhe, the status of priests reached a peak, and the royal power declined. Except that they still lived in the magnificent palace, they were no different from ordinary people.

However, all this harmony is not satisfied.

In order to gain more powerful power, Xuanhe found the medium of contact with Naiyuan - Li Gui, and re-completed the complete volume of plague curse left by Emperor Zhuanxu, wantonly refining it with living people.

Xuanhe pursues violence perpetrated by force.The government and the bloody government are so angry that the sky is angry and the people are angry.The long-oppressed royal family took this opportunity to unite with three thousand Taoists to seal Xuanhe in the Haotian Tower.

Since then, the Jiuzhong Palace has been closed, and the position of priest in the Southern Kingdom has been vacant for a hundred years.

The Tianyu Building is the closest place to the priests, and now lives in the saintess appointed by the royal family to guard the Jiuzhong Palace, and it is the only preserved location of the Jiuzhong Palace.

In name only.

It was raining heavily, Shi Qingyi flicked her sleeves, and opened the closed window. From her position, all she could see were thunder and lightning, heavy rain, and an untimely crimson full moon.

The red moon appeared, the hell opened, monsters were born, and evil spirits came to the world.

In the downpour, suddenly a sword light flashed past the moon chasing the stars.

Shi Qingyi was puzzled: How could Si Qing be here?

Eyelashes overturned, Shi Qingyi closed her eyes and pinched the formula to cover the red moon with clouds, and then Yujian left the Nine Layers Palace and headed north.

The north is the place with the heaviest evil spirit.

……

"Goo, you haven't eaten, hurry up."

After saying this sentence with the communication symbol, Xuan Lingzi took out a sachet from his sleeve.

In the mountains that enter the clouds, the giant rocks and trees slowly fall.

Ten miles of hanging waterfalls, the fragrance of lotus, a transparent night butterfly shuttles through the rain, and silently lands on the pine tip.

On the top of the mountain, a figure could be faintly seen among the branches of a giant green pine tree that was half buried in the mud.With his arms facing the giant tree, his face was stuck to the wet tree pole, like a cold bone flower in the night, dying and lifeless.

Among the pine leaves, the occasional raindrops fell slowly from his smooth face, colorless and soundless, only the imprint on the forehead, like a drop of blood flowing through a sword, was endlessly red.

"Little ancestor, what are you doing? You are also a cheap teacher. Why did you tell you these things? How can the younger sister find out... Make you cheap."

Xuan Lingzi slapped himself hard, he squatted beside Liancheng, surrounded by Tongtian Talismans, the barrier opened, and the rain scattered when it fell.

After Liancheng sent Yao Xingzhu, Rong Le, Ying Su, and Ning Xu out, Liancheng and Xuan Lingzi rushed back immediately to prevent the spread of the zombie epidemic.

Although the zombie epidemic was under control, the mountain collapsed. After protecting Xuanlingzi with a talisman, Liancheng fainted from exhaustion.

Xuan Lingzi checked his pulse, it was imperceptible, and the situation was special, so he couldn't be too scruples, took out the treasure bag, and stuffed everything into Liancheng's mouth.

The things in the treasure bag are rare in the world, and they are all high-grade spiritual things, which instantly melt into the flesh and blood when they touch the human breath, but this is so, Liancheng's face is still pale and seeping.

"Little ancestor, I gave you so many things to spoil. You are going to die. I will build a big latrine next to your grave. The disgusting smell will kill you, and the smell will kill you."

With a flash of lightning, Rao Qing landed on the other end of the ancient green pine tree impartially, with a graceful figure, as if he had been exiled to the world.

The rain disperses automatically by his side, the sleeves of his clothes move without wind, and the raised Danfeng eyes are smiling, inexplicably cold.

"Master." He said.

Hearing this master, Xuan Lingzi was in a bad mood, his eyelids were pulled up to the maximum, and there were four big words written in his mind: bullying masters and destroying ancestors.

The room leak happened to rain all night, how could I meet such a non-trick.It has become normal for Guixuelou to bully teachers and destroy ancestors. Only Rao Qing has been persistent for ten years. So far, Xuan Lingzi still can't figure out what went wrong. The one taught by crooked seniors is more decent than the other.

... so pissed off.

Xuan Lingzi didn't dare to turn his head back, but threw something into Liancheng's mouth, thinking: "Little ancestor, wake up, if you don't wake up, you will be finished, as my teacher..."

The gaze behind him couldn't be stopped, but because of the association of a certain possibility, his expression slightly restrained, and he took a step forward.

Xuan Lingzi turned around sharply as if facing a formidable enemy, "Stop, don't move."

Rao Qing smiled, holding a Guyue scimitar in his hand.He was born beautiful and feminine, tender and affectionate, and he didn't look like he could kill with a knife. Among his inner disciples, Xuan Lingzi feared Rao Qing the most.

"Liancheng, he is injured."

His lips and teeth paused, as if he was just stating the facts calmly, Rao Qing deepened his smile, his dimples were deep, and his pupils gradually turned black.

"No, no, don't talk nonsense."

Xuan Lingzi trembled a little, his hands shook, and the whole sachet fell directly on Liancheng's body. The mountain collapsed and trembled suddenly, Xuan Lingzi hurriedly turned around and grabbed Liancheng to prevent him from falling.

Rao Qing's eyes froze, and he came with a knife.

it's over...

Xuan Lingzi wants to cry but has no tears, cuckoo, speed...

At this moment, a sword light greeted Rao Qing.

When swords and swords meet, sand and rocks fly away, and under the barrier, they don't get close to Xuan Lingzi.After the awe-inspiring recede, a smoky figure falls from the sky, like a light golden tobacco branch falling with the wind, elegant and stunning.

Xuan Lingzi's eyes lit up immediately.

Savior!

Shi Qingyi stood still in front of Xuan Lingzi, the long sword in her hand turned into a jade flute, she covered her face with a light veil, and raised her beautiful eyes lightly, "Rao Qing, what are you going to do?"

Without waiting for Rao Qing, Xuan Lingzi immediately burst into tears, "Yiyi, your junior brother Rao Qing is going to deceive the master and destroy the ancestor." The conversation changed, "Return, grab Liancheng."

Shi Qingyi's eyes froze.

Rao Qing laughed lightly, without saying a word, and came with a saber in hand. Shi Qingyi's jade flute turned into a sword, and swung the sword to meet him.At the same time, the 'Cuckoo' hidden in the darkness caught the right moment, swept past, and flew high.

Xuan Lingzi accurately found the neck of 'Gu Gu' in the darkness and patted it, "Nice job."

Xuan Lingzi thought he had escaped from birth, but Rao Qing over there changed his expression, escaped from the fight with Shi Qingyi, and chased after him in a whirl, ignoring the rushing sword energy behind him, Rao Qing quickly formed a sword in his hand. With a huge seal, several streaks of light swept towards Xuan Lingzi overwhelmingly.

With a cry of surprise, Xuan Lingzi flapped his wings quickly, and Xuan Lingzi just looked back, really wanting to jump off on the spot.

My dear mother, the deadly hands of this evildoer.

Xuan Lingzi couldn't figure out what made Rao Qing so persistent in killing him.

"Little bastard, you're such a bastard." Grabbing Liancheng, Gugu couldn't avoid the separation of the two, "I don't want to die with you as a teacher."

After finishing speaking, Xuan Lingzi closed his eyes. At this moment, Xuan Lingzi missed himself very much when he was not Zhan Wuscum.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, behind him was a piercing knife light piercing through the rain, without the expected murderous aura, there was a light cough in his ear, followed by an impatient growl, "Young master is not willing to die with you either."

Hey, I woke up.

Xuan Lingzi was overjoyed, as soon as he opened his eyes, he was pulled behind him by a hand.

In the rain, the young man in white stood up slowly, slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth onto his lips with his fingertips, looked sideways, smiled, and swiped his fingertips.

In an instant, smoke and dust billowed everywhere, the chasm was vast, and the sword energy passed by... the moon broke into clear light.

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