Writing a thesis in the world of cultivating immortals

On the ancient road, a gorgeous carriage drove away quickly, and the rain was floating in the sky, but it did not affect the horse at all. The driver of the horse swung his whip to let the horse go forward at the fastest speed.

In the carriage, Fusu leaned against Xiu Zhu weakly, his eyes were closed on his pale face, Xiu Zhu gently hugged him worriedly, and put his hand on his back to transmit spiritual power silently.

"Is it still uncomfortable?" He looked down at Fusu and asked softly.

Fusu shook his head slightly, as if he didn't have the energy to speak.

On the side, Nangong Zui and He Lianxue looked at him worriedly, Nangong Zui wrung his hands and looked out of the car anxiously.

Fusu slowly opened his eyes as if he had sensed it, looked at Nangong Zui, and said softly: "If you are worried, you can go back and find him, I won't force you to stay."

Nangong was stunned for a moment, looked at Fusu's haggard face, and shook his head with gloomy eyes: "I went to find him for nothing, and dragged him down for nothing."

Hearing Nangongzui's words, Fusu shifted his eyes to the open window, his eyes dimmed a little when he saw the galloping scenery, he stared out the window obsessively, he didn't know what he was thinking, the galloping wind blew his hair It blew up, blurring his vision.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, the cold rain hit his face, causing a slight tremor, Xiuzhu looked at Fusu, frowned and put down the curtains, Fusu was not annoyed, and leaned against the car wall in a daze.

Nangong Zui looked at him, and said worriedly: "Then the hall has stepped up a formation that restricts you, this time you forcefully mobilize your spiritual power, your body can't bear it, you must rest well, don't use your spiritual power during this time. "

Seeing that Fusu closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, Nangong Zui knew that he didn't want to talk about it, so he sighed softly, but didn't speak again.

The few people were speechless all the way, and hurried back to Tanzhu Mountain. Compared with the chaos of the outside world, Tanzhu Mountain was like a fairyland outside the world, quiet and desolate.

Fusu walked into the gate of the Blood Demon Sect, and the countless disciples of the Blood Demon Sect came into view. They knelt on the ground, with the banners fluttering in the wind behind them, they shouted in unison:

"Welcome to the lord, the lord will last forever!"

The members of the Blood Demon Sect have a fighting killing factor in their bones. They know that the arrival of Fusu this time will inevitably bring about a large-scale massacre. They have been quiet for more than ten years, just for today. The passionate voice during the day could not stop for a long time.

Fusu waved his hand at them, and left without saying anything unnecessary. Xiuzhu looked at his leaving figure, narrowed his eyes, watched his back disappear before looking at the crowd, and ordered what to do next.

This turn of violence/chaos can be regarded as a preview, a preview of the war between good and evil.

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In the Kyoto station, the station after a brawl was very quiet. The Sanqing people sat on high seats, with long faces. Besides them, Ji Shengming and others also had ordinary black faces.

This time, each sect lost a lot of disciples, many of them were rising stars who were favored by everyone.

They felt distressed and blamed themselves. Xiang Fusu and his party had been by their side for many days. Not only did they not find out the other party's identity, but they trusted them. If it wasn't for their mistakes, how could what happened today happen.

The war between good and evil will happen sooner or later, but never in this way.

Daoist Sanqing sighed, when he first met Xiang Fusu in Xiangfu, he felt that that person was not an ordinary person, although his aptitude was not high, but his eyes could not conceal the intelligence.

Xiang Hongyi and his wife loved Xiang Fusu since they were young, but they didn't know when it caused the disaster until their death.

Ten years ago, Xiang Fusu was only a teenage boy, but he had already manipulated corpses to kill more than 150 members of Xiang's family. He really didn't know whether it was a child or another existence.

The atmosphere in the hall was disturbed by Liancheng who walked in from the outside. Liancheng saluted several people and said respectfully: "All elders, this disciple took people to Sishi Zhai to investigate. There are seven secret rooms, big and small, inside. It was found inside."

After Liancheng finished speaking, he took out a piece of letterhead from his sleeve and handed it to Sanqing Daoist.

Master Sanqing opened the letter paper, but paused when he saw the words on it. He frowned suspiciously and handed the letter paper to several other people to read.

What kind of characters are there on it? It is clearly a ghost drawing, but the paper used is of a strange material, and it was found in Sishizhai, which is really impossible to ignore.

Daoist Sanqing nodded to Liancheng, and said, "It's been hard work for you."

Hearing this, Liancheng was startled, and knelt down in front of several people.

Everyone was surprised and looked at him puzzled.

"Qi... The Blood Demon Lord was brought by the disciple. If the disciple didn't make a clear judgment and didn't know people clearly, those brothers and sisters wouldn't have died in vain if they didn't."

After speaking, he reviewed his body and slammed heavily on the ground.

Ji Shengming sighed, stepped forward to help him up, looked into his self-blaming eyes, and said, "I don't blame you for this, this battle will happen sooner or later, you are kind-hearted, just what I need as a cultivator." ...those who sacrificed will not die in vain, we will avenge them, they will always be our most glorious disciples!"

Hearing Ji Chengming's words, Liancheng's eyes turned slightly red, and he saluted Ji Chengming.

"The disciple will definitely take revenge on Fusu!"

Ji Shengming nodded in relief, and patted Liancheng's shoulder lightly.

Liancheng walked out of the hall, looked up at the continuous rain that had been raining for several days, but the cold rain still hit his face and slipped from the corners of his eyes.

Qi Fan...

Wei Jie walked into the hall, saluted Sanqing Daoist and said, "Really!"

Daoist Sanqing looked at him and nodded with difficulty. It has been seven days since that day. During these seven days, Wei Jie ran around all over the place, his hands were stained with countless blood, and the killing aura on his body was shocking. .

The way of swordsmanship was originally to enter the Tao by killing. In the past few days, his cultivation base has grown greatly, but he has become more and more indifferent, never laughing or angry, and does not interact with anyone, just like a ruthless killer walking in the world.Daoist Sanqing sighed almost inaudibly, he could see Wei Jie's feelings for Fusu, he liked their entanglement, but he didn't want to see him like this.

Master Sanqing handed the letter to Wei Jie and asked, "Do you know the words on it?"

Wei Jie took the letter paper, looked at the circled words on it, his eyes darkened.

He knew the word.

When he was Xiangyang, Fusu had taught him to learn this kind of characters, and he said it was English.

Wei Jie looked at the letter paper, his whole body became colder and colder.

That man has been planning these things ever since.

Looking at the content written on it, Wei Jie tightly squeezed his hands hidden in his sleeves, and he heard himself say:

"do not know"

Fusu once boasted that Wei Jie had the ability to remember with a photographic memory, and was talented and intelligent. If he became an official, he would become a great weapon.

Master Sanqing nodded disappointedly when he heard the words, looked at Wei Jie, and said: "Xuan Qi, that man is Taige Demon Lord, a person whose hands are stained with the blood of countless living beings, he is no longer the master who treated you sincerely back then. For the sake of this world, you must let go."

Who would have imagined that the notorious and ruthless Taige Demon Venerable was actually the young son of the family head of the four major families, but at the age of more than ten years, he killed the whole family without leaving any one left. , This kind of evil spirit is actually better than that of the ancient Wu ancestors back then.

Wei Jie listened, his expression unchanged, and he responded calmly.

lay down...