shut up, shameless old thief

The vase that had been swaying on the table was slightly shaken by his aura of becoming a demon, and fell to the ground with a "pop", and the water droplets condensed by the spiritual energy scattered all over the ground, and the phoenix flower without the protection of spiritual power was also visible to the naked eye The speed withered rapidly.

Bian Ling treasured this flower very much before, even if Ji Bingzhu bumped into it accidentally, he would be beaten up by him, and he wished to cover the flower with a glass bottle to protect it from the outside world.

But at this moment, the flower turned into a dead branch right in front of his eyes, and he just watched calmly, his eyes ruthless and emotionless.

Maybe it was Ji Bingzhu's abandonment that made him feel more sad than his heart died, or maybe his body was possessed and even his heart was filled with hostility, with only hatred and killing in his heart.

He lowered his head to pick up the dead branch expressionlessly, his scarlet eyes were indifferent, he stretched out his slender fingers to hold the withered petals, with a little force, he crushed the withered yellow petals little by little.

The fine petals turned into powder and fell from Bian Ling's fingertips to the ground, looking like a lump of loess.

He casually lifted up half of his hair, and casually pulled it up with the phoenix flower branch in his hand. A few strands of long hair hung down on his forehead, and his face was indifferent and unruly.

The barrier in the courtyard disappeared at some point, and the ground was covered with black snow all night. The snow that originally had a bit of magic breath might be unbearable to those who cultivated the Tao, but those who have become enchanted will find it so beautiful that even the surrounding The air has become much better.

Bian Ling raised his head slightly, his long hair was blown by the cold wind, covering half of his face, the snow fell on his face, and the slight coldness made him tremble slightly, the magic pupil disappeared without knowing when, black and white were distinct There was indifference in his pupils.

In just five days, the traces of Ji Bingzhu's existence in the entire yard have faded away without a trace, and the yard is in a mess. Bian Ling stepped forward and picked up all the things he had broken in his madness a few days ago and piled them aside. In the open space, with a flick of the finger, a cluster of black flames jumped out of the fingertips, and was thrown into the mess by Bian Ling.

Although there was only one cluster of black fire, it shot up into the sky instantly after touching the sundries, devouring the broken sawdust and even stones bit by bit as if alive.

In the end, only a pile of ashes remained, which quickly dispersed with the wind.

Three days later, the entrance to the realm was closed, and all the demon cultivators retreated. Bian Ling pushed the door out of the room, took a last look at the empty courtyard, and then turned and left without hesitation.

The black fire he released a few days ago has not yet dissipated. At this time, it is slowly burning in a small circle surrounded by gravel. When Bian Ling came out, the flame even turned into two small claws. On a boulder, Bian Ling seemed to be looking curiously.

Bian Ling glanced at it indifferently, and walked out without saying a word. Before he stepped out of the yard threshold, the black fire seemed to be unrestrained, and seemed to have some kind of permission, and instantly exploded on the spot A fierce flame spread out like a vine and swallowed it up.

The corridor, the bedroom, the kitchen, and the three or four study rooms on the side were all swallowed up by the flames bit by bit, and even the bare phoenix tree was bathed in the flames.

Bian Ling heard the sound of fierce flames behind him, without turning his head, he walked towards the barrier of Luomo Mountain step by step.

After leaving this place where he had lived for five years, he took only a piece of blood amber and a worn-out bone umbrella, and nothing else.

Bian Ling opened the bone umbrella to cover the snowflakes falling from the sky, and the snow petals had turned into pure white as the atmosphere receded, but Bian Ling felt bored for no reason.

He had just opened the umbrella and before he reached the rope bridge, a pitch-black crow flew over from behind him, flapping its wings and hovering over Bian Ling's head, making a shrill sound as it turned.

Bian Ling hated Ji Bingzhu deeply at this time, and felt even more disgusted when he saw the crow. He waved his hand, and the snow on the ground rose into a pile, which was quickly melted by the fire. The bottom of the water hung in the air, and Bian Ling held it in his palm .

He slightly raised his head to look at the crows flying above his head, his eyes flashed sharply, and he said coldly, "Get lost."

As soon as the words fell, the water drops in the palm of the palm instantly condensed into a pile of ice needles, and "swished" a few times and shot towards the crow in the air.

The crow was caught off guard and was directly shot in the body. With a scream, it stumbled and flapped its wings a few times in mid-air, and then fell straight down.

When it landed in front of Bian Ling, a trace of confusion flashed in the dark eyes, and then the pupils shrank slightly into a hole, followed by a palm full of demonic energy from the person in front of him.

The crow's body itself is small, this palm was directly hit, and it flew out without even screaming, hitting the boulder beside it, and it took a long time before it slowly fell to the ground.

Soon, the blood stained the snow under him little by little.

Bian Ling looked at the few black crow feathers fluttering down, extremely indifferent without any fluctuation, and then he didn't even look at the crow whose life or death was unknown, and walked away slowly.

He walked across the long cable bridge indifferently, through the snow-covered forest, and stopped suddenly at the enchantment of Luomo Mountain after a long while.

Five years later, there is still no change in the enchantment, probably because of a snowfall, there is still not a single leaf on the huge peach tree, and the surrounding area is desolate.

Bian Ling didn't even blink his eyes, Xin Tinghou slammed the knife directly into the air in front of him, the ground exploded with a bang, snow and dust flew all over the sky, but it dissipated quickly.

After the sight was clear, a mass of white translucent mist appeared, and the voice seemed to cough a few times before angrily said: "Why are you crazy?"

Luo Mo's voice was still the same as before, as if several people were singing in a chorus, but now he became exasperated, and the voice was unexpectedly inconsistent, and they roared inconsistently.

"It can't be him!"

"Is it him?"

"It turned out to be him?"

"not him!"

"..."

After the voice came out, Luo Mo was quiet for a rare moment. It probably took some time to unify his internal affairs. After a while, he said angrily: "Why are you crazy? Ji Bingzhu can't control you, can he?"

For Bian Ling, who was full of resentment over this matter, the three words Ji Bingzhu had become a taboo. He swung his knife again without saying hello, and chopped the boulder beside him into two sections, with a "boom" Poured to the ground.

Luo Mo was so angry at his provocative behavior that his voice became disjointed.

"how dare you?"

"How dare you?"

"you dare!"

"do you dare?"

"..."

Luo Mo took some time to reorganize, and then he said angrily: "Believe it or not, I killed you..."

He was just about to say something to threaten this ignorant brat, when he suddenly realized that the person in front of him had a different aura than before.

Luo Mo couldn't believe it: "You...you have become enchanted?"

Only then did Bian Ling speak: "Let me out."

Luo Mo hadn't recovered from the fact that he was possessed, "No, where is Ji Bingzhu? You asked him to come out to see me, why did you become possessed without saying a word?"

When Bian Ling heard these words, the circles of his eyes suddenly turned red, and his dark pupils were about to bleed, but for just a moment, he perfectly maintained his indifferent expression, and uttered words like ice: "He's gone."

Luo Mo was exhausted for a while, "What do you mean? He left? Where did he go?"

Bian Ling didn't want to explain at all, he repeated again: "Let me go."

Luo Mo's black mist slowly distorted for a while, and a moment later it suddenly transformed into a man in a white robe. His upper body was a human body, but his lower body was still slightly distorted like the original translucent white mist.

Luo Mo's face is extremely gorgeous, and the red sand between his brows is extremely coquettish. He floated in front of Bian Ling and said, "Please explain clearly, what does it mean that Ji Bingzhu is gone? No one here has ever broken my prohibition to go out." This is Luo Mo Mountain."

When he transformed into a human form, there was no longer a chorus when he spoke, and his Qingyue voice was really pleasant.

But Bian Ling didn't even look at him, cherishing words like gold: "Do you still feel his aura in this environment?"

Luo Mo was taken aback for a moment, then he closed his eyes and spread out his consciousness violently, soon he opened his eyes again, his face became extremely ugly, he gritted his teeth slightly: "This... this is impossible..."

He was probably frightened, his face turned into the face of a beautiful girl at some point, the girl's red lips trembled slightly, and her voice was a little shrill, "Impossible, how could he disappear out of thin air?"

After a while, he changed several different faces in succession like changing faces. No matter how calm Bian Ling was, he still couldn't help but glance at him.

But soon, Luo Mo woke up from the blow, and regained his man's face. He touched his chin and thought, "Could it be that he broke through the bottleneck? No, it's too fast, right?"

Bian Ling didn't have time to listen to him muttering to himself, raised his eyebrows slightly, and repeated again: "Let me go, get out."

Luo Mo looked at Bian Ling's devilish appearance, and thought how sad Ji Bingzhu would be if he knew about it, but after thinking about it, "Wow ha ha ha ha last time he swore that this kid would not be possessed by demons, and even mocked him I have done it many times, and this time I will also mock back."

Luo Mo frantically imagined such a joyful scene, while frowning in contemplation: "You are not a demon cultivator in the shackle state, and you are not a bodyless spirit body. Logically speaking, you can be let out..."

Bian Ling has long been impatient: "If you can, let me out! Stop talking nonsense!"

Seeing his cuckolded expression, Luo Mo spread his hands and said, "Success, as long as you're not afraid that Gu Jing will have people chasing you again."

Anyway, the falling ink matter has nothing to do with him, and he is not the one who was hunted down, so he doesn't care at all.

Luo Mo snapped his fingers casually, as if someone had slowly pushed open an ancient door in the open space, and there was a long "squeak" sound in the void, and then the light flashed, and a huge, pitch-black door The door slowly appeared in Bian Ling's sight.

Luo Mo's body slowly dissipated into the void, and his body was hidden on the door. The sound came from all around, and it became the mysterious chorus again.

"Enter the mundane world and abandon your previous life. From now on, your life and death will have nothing to do with Luomo Mountain."

Bian Ling walked step by step towards the brightly lit exit without looking sideways, and he smiled coldly when he heard this.

——My life and death have nothing to do with anyone since then.

The black figure didn't enter the exit and disappeared instantly.

Outside the door is another world.

The door of Luo Mo closed slowly, the light revealed from the last slit was blocked inch by inch, and soon the door was completely closed.

Not long after, it disappeared into the void without a trace.

It was still the same open space as before.

The peach blossom tree seemed to have sensed a warm current, and a branch of peach blossom suddenly and slowly bloomed, swaying in the wind.

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