Wen Ning slightly bowed his head, hanging his hands, as if a puppet on a string waiting for the manipulator's instructions.
His face was pale and clear, and even a little melancholy handsome. But because there are no pupils in the eyes, only a dead white, plus several black cracks crawling up the cheeks from the neck, making this melancholy into a lurid gloom. The hem and cuffs of the robe were shattered and ragged, revealing wrists that were one color from the face, clasped with blackened iron rings and chains, and ankles as well. The tinkling sound was when he tugged the chain. Once still, everything returns to dead silence.
It is not difficult to imagine why the cultivators present were scared out of their wits. Wei Wu Xian was no more relaxed than the others, the shocking waves in his heart had lifted over his head.
Wen Ning should not appear here, but should not appear in this world. Long before the siege of the mass grave, he should have been thrown to the bone!
When Jin Ling heard the bystanders shout out Wen Ning's name, the sword blade originally aimed at the Soul Eating Heavenly Maiden involuntarily turned around. Taking advantage of his distraction, Soul Eater Heavenly Maiden gladly spread her long arms and hoisted him up.
Seeing that she had opened her mouth wide and approached Jin Ling's face, Wei Wu Xian ignored the shock in his heart and raised his bamboo flute again. His hand trembled a bit, and the tune he blew out also trembled along with the rough workmanship of this flute, and the low sound could almost be described as raspy and hard to hear. Two whistles, Wen Ning followed the sound and moved.
This movement, in the blink of an eye moved to the soul-eating heavenly maiden, Wen Ning split hand palm, soul-eating heavenly maiden's neck clicked, the body did not move, but the head was slapped by the palm twisted a large circle, the face was originally the direction of the back, still smiling. Wen Ning again with a chop with her bare hand, the right hand of the Soul Eating Heavenly Maiden tackling Jin Ling was cut off flush.
She looked down at her neatly broken wrist, and instead of breaking her head back to the right direction, she turned her body around and faced Wen Ning with her front face and back at the same time. Wei WuXian did not dare to slacken, inhaled and bent his head, manipulating Wen Ning to meet the battle. However, not long after, he became increasingly alarmed.
The lower-ranked corpses could not think for themselves and needed his command and guidance, and the more deadly corpses were often dazed and unconscious. Wen Ning is different, he is Wei Wu Xian refining out, said the world's strongest vicious corpse is not too much, no one else, can think can think, except not afraid of injury, not afraid of fire, not afraid of cold, not afraid of poison, not afraid of all living things to fear, and no different from the living.
But at this moment, Wen Ning, obviously no consciousness of their own!
Is astonished, the field came a burst of shrieks. It turned out that Wen Ning kicked and hit, the Soul Eater was firmly pinned to the ground, and picked up a boulder over a person's height, raised it above the Soul Eater, and hit her hard. The thunderous blows fell one by one until the body of the Soul Eater was smashed into pieces!
Among the white rocks, rolled out a snow-white bead, that is the soul-eating heavenly maiden swallowed a dozen living souls condensed into the Dan Yuan, it will be taken back and carefully disposed of, just sucked soul of several people can still recover. However, at this moment, no one cared to pick up the beads, all the sword tips originally aimed at the soul-eating maiden were turned around.
A cultivator hissed, "Surround him!"
Some responded hesitantly, but more were indecisive and retreated slowly. The cultivator shouted again, "Fellow Daoists, don't let him get away by stopping him. This is Wen Ning!"
This sentence woke up the crowd. Although I don't know why he came out, killing a thousand soul-eating monsters is not as good as capturing a single Wen Ning, after all, this is the most obedient and barking mad dog under Elder Yiling's seat. Originally they rushed to the night hunt in the Da Fan Mountain, is to compete for the demon beast fierce fury, in order to increase seniority, so a shout, some people inevitably moved. But those older cultivators who had witnessed Wen Ning's frenzied attitude during his attack still did not dare to move, so the man shouted again: "What are you afraid of, Elder Yiling is not here!"
On second thought, yes, there is nothing to be afraid of, his master has already been broken into pieces!
A few sentences down, the circle of swords circling around Wen Ning suddenly shrunk. Wen Ning waved his arm, and the black iron chain swept across with a heavy weight, deflecting all the flying swords. The next step out, pinching the nearest person's neck, gently mentioned, lifted off the ground. Wei Wu Xian knows that just now the flute sound is too fast and fierce, so he has a fierce nature, must be suppressed, to stabilize the mind, Xin Xin blew another tune.
This melody is naturally emerged in the mind, slow and quiet, and the strange and harsh flute sound just now is very different. Wen Ning stiffened at the sound, slowly turning to where the flute sound came from, Wei Wu Xian stood in place, staring into his pupil-less eyes.
After a few moments, Wen Ning let go of his hand, dropped the cultivator to the ground, dropped his arms, and walked step by step towards Wei Wu Xian.
He drooped his head, dragging a floor of chains, actually some hanging head attitude. Wei WuXian blowing while retreating, lead him over, so walked a section, retreating into the forest, suddenly smelled a cold sandalwood scent.
The back of the whirlwind hit a person, wrist suddenly a pain, flute sound abruptly stopped. Wei Wu Xian said badly, turned around to look and met the light-colored cold eyes of the blue forgetfulness machine.
It is not good, blue forgetfulness machine is witnessed him blowing flute corpse.
Blue forgetfulness machine one hand fiercely grasping Wei Wu Xian, Wen Ning is frozen standing at their less than two feet away, slowly looking around for a moment, as if looking for the sudden disappearance of the sound of the flute. There were fires and human voices spreading in the distance of the forest, Wei Wu Xian's thoughts turned rapidly and he made a snap decision: so what if he had seen it. There are thousands of people who can play the flute, and there are many people who can form their own school of thought by using the sound of the flute to drive away the corpses of the Old Man of Yiling.
Resolutely ignore the hand that holds him, raise the arm and continue to play the flute. This time blowing more sharply, such as urging as repulsive, unstable breath, the end of the rupture, harsh and ear-piercing. Suddenly felt blue forget machine hand force, wrist is about to give him a raw pinch, Wei Wu Xian can not eat the pain, fingers a loose, bamboo flute fell to the ground.
The good thing is that his instructions are clear enough, Wen Ning quickly retreat, instantly noiseless dive into the dark mountains and forests, disappearing without a trace. Wei Wuxian was afraid that blue forgetfulness to intercept and kill Wen Ning, backhanded a hand to grab him. Who knows, from the beginning to the end, blue forgetfulness machine did not share a glance to Wen Ning, but only deadlocked Wei Wu Xian. The two of them just pulled me, I dragged you, face to face and stare.
At that moment, Jiang Cheng arrived.
He was waiting patiently for the result in Buddha's Foot Town, not even finished a cup of tea, some disciples rolled down the mountain in a hurry, saying how the things in the Da Fan Mountain how powerful how ferocious, he heard a great shock, rushed up again, shouted: "A Ling!"
Jin Ling was nearly sucked out of his soul, but now he was unharmed and stood properly on the ground and said, "Uncle!"
Seeing that Jin Ling is fine, Jiang Cheng's heart stone fell, and then angrily reprimanded: "Do you not have a signal on you? Do not know how to put such things? What are you trying to do, get over here!"
Jin Ling did not catch the soul-eating heavenly maiden, also angry: "You did not tell me to take it must be? Don't go back to see you if you can't get it!"
Jiang Cheng really wanted to slap this brat back into his mother's stomach, but it was really him who said it, so he couldn't just slap his own face, so he turned to the cultivators who had fallen all over the ground and sneered, "What the hell is it? Kill you all so decently."
Among these cultivators in different clothes, several of them were disguised by the disciples of the Yunmeng Jiang Clan, on the order of Jiang Cheng, secretly helping Jin Ling, lest he could not take this level, the elders did a painstaking job. A cultivator is still two eyes straight: "Sovereign, sovereign, is ... is Wen Ning ah ..."
Jiang Cheng suspected that he had heard wrong: "What did you say?"
The man said, "It's Wen Ning is back!"
In an instant, shock, disgust, anger, disbelief, staggered and mixed attacked Jiang Cheng's face.
After a while, he said in a cold voice: "This thing has been thrown to the ground long ago, how could it come back."
The disciple said, "It's really Wen Ning! There is no mistake! I'm definitely not wrong! ..." He suddenly pointed over there: "... He called it out!"
Wei Wuxian was still at a standstill with Blue Forgetting Machine, and in a flash steeply became the focus of attention in the field. Jiang Cheng like cold lightning two gaze also slowly looked in the direction he was standing.
Half a long time, the corner of Jiang Cheng's mouth pulled out a twisted smile, the left hand again involuntarily began to fondle the finger ring, said softly: "... good ah. Back?"
He let go of his left hand, a long whip hanging down from his hand.
The whip is extremely thin, as its name suggests, is a still nuisance sound of purple light current, like a pale thundercloud crawling across the sky, was firmly held by him at one end, clutched in his hand. When waving, as a swift and incomparable lightning!
Wei Wuxian has not yet moved, but blue forget machine has turned the zither in hand. The letter a pluck, like a stone stirred up a thousand waves, zither sound in the air with countless ripples, and purple lightning strike, this and that.
Jiang Cheng just "never rashly fight", "not to cross the evil blue family" consideration seems to be all eaten by the dog. The night sky over the mountain forest of Da Fan Mountain, sometimes purple light, sometimes bright as day, sometimes thunder roar, sometimes the sound of the piano long whistle. The rest of the cultivators quickly pull away from the safe distance, as a wall to watch, and is scared, but also the eyes. After all, it is rare to have the opportunity to see two of the same famous family of immortal head clash, can not help but look forward to fighting more fierce, more intense some. This also contains some unspeakable expectations, only hope that the relationship between the two blue rivers really break up from now on to be interesting. And over there, Wei Wu Xian saw the opportunity to pull out his legs and run.
The crowd was shocked. The whip did not hit him, but because the blue forget machine in front of the block. He so a set of running, is not self-seeking death!
As expected, Jiang Cheng seems to have eyes behind, once he saw him out of the blue forgetfulness machine protection range, where willing to let go of this great opportunity, raised a whip, diagonal swing, purple lightning like a poisonous dragon like swimming out, hit him squarely on the undershirt!
Wei Wu Xian was this whip whip nearly flew out of the whole person, but fortunately the flower donkey blocked him a little, otherwise it will directly hit the tree. But this hit, blue forget machine and Jiang Cheng but both stopped, both stunned.
Wei Wu Xian rubbed his back, helped the donkey to get up, and hid behind it and growled: "Amazing! The family is so big and powerful! You can beat people up at will! Tsk tsk tsk!"
Blue forgetting machine: "..."
Jiang Cheng: "..."
He was shocked and angry: "What's going on?
The "Purple Lightning" has a strange method, if the person who takes the body is struck by it, the body and soul will be stripped in a moment. The soul of the person who took the body will be directly hit by the purple lightning from the flesh, no exceptions. But this person is still moving as usual after being struck, alive and well, there is no other explanation than that he is not the one who took the body.
Wei Wuxian said: "Nonsense, of course the purple lightning can not draw my soul. I'm not being taken from my body, I'm offering it. Forced sacrifice!"
Jiang Cheng was surprised and was about to whip him again when Lan Jing Yi yelled, "Master Jiang, that's enough. That's Purple Lightning!"
This level of immortal weapon, there is no possibility that once does not work, only twice does. If it is not drawn out, it is not drawn out, and if it is not surrendered, it is not surrendered. Otherwise it would be a waste of time. He shouted so, but forced to cherish face like life of Jiang Cheng can not start.
But, if not Wei Wu Xian, who else can call Wen Ning?
Jiang Cheng left thinking right and left can not accept, pointing at Wei Wu Xian, said with a sullen face: "What the hell are you?
At this time, a good spectator finally interjected, dry cough: "Jiang patriarch you may not pay much attention to these, some do not know ah, this Mo Xuan Yu, is that Lanling Jin's ... cough, once a foreign disciple of the Jin family. But because of the low spiritual power, cultivation is not hard, plus there is that ... harassment fellow cultivators, was expelled from the Lanling Jin clan. I heard that even went crazy? In my opinion, most likely he failed to correct the path, the heart of anger, and took the evil path. Not necessarily the ... Yiling old man to take over the body."
Jiang Cheng said: "That? Which one?"
"That ... is that well ..."
Someone could not help but say: "The fetish of broken sleeves!"
Jiang Cheng's eyebrows twitched, looking at Wei Wu Xian's eyes even more disgusted. There are a few more sentences, the next person did not dare to say in front of Jiang Cheng.
Even though his reputation was not good, it must be admitted that before he defected from the Yunmeng Jiang clan, Wei Wu Xian, the oldest ancestor of Yiling, was known as a beautiful man, a man of elegance with all six arts, ranked fourth in character and appearance among the sons of the family, and was described as "handsome" - the highly temperamental Jiang The suzerain happens to be ranked fifth, and was pressed head to head, so people did not dare to mention this pile. Wei Ying is frivolous and flirtatious, love to have an affair with beautiful women, I do not know how many fairies have been his evil peach blossom scourge, but no one has ever heard that he also likes men. Even to take the body, to kill back ... according to Wei Ying's taste, will never choose such a donkey to eat fruit, the head first also painted like a hangman's broken sleeve crazy!
Someone else muttered: "How to see it is not it ... and the flute blowing so hard to hear ... learn also learned so lame, the East is like this."
When the "shoot the sun of the expedition", the old ancestor in the battlefield, the horizontal flute a blowing through the long night, vertical ghost soldiers and ghosts like a thousand horses, invincible, people stop killing Buddha stop killing Buddha. The sound of the flute is like the sound of the heavenly beings, and how is this gold family outcast just that whimpering two ghost blowing comparable? Even if Wei Wu Xian's character is very bad, but also can not be such a comparison. It's too insulting.
Wei Wu Xian slightly depressed: ... you do not practice for more than ten years, three cuts to make a broken flute, blow a sound to me to hear? Blowing a good sound I give you kneel down!
Jiang Cheng just decided that this person is Wei Wu Xian, the cold blood around the body are boiling, but now the hand purple electricity and clearly tell him, not. The purple lightning would never lie to him, let alone make a mistake. He quickly calmed down, secretly thinking: this is not a big deal, first find an excuse to take people back, and then use all means to knock, do not worry that he did not confess something, do not believe that the leak. Anyway, similar things have not been done before. He figured out this section and made a gesture. The disciples understood his meaning and gathered around him. Wei Wu Xian was busy leading his donkey and jumped behind Lan Zhiji, covering his heart and saying in shock: "Ah, what are you doing to me!"
Blue forgetfulness machine gave him a look and endured this very rude and noisy pompous behavior of his.
Seeing that he had no intention to move aside, Jiang Cheng said, "Second Prince Lan, are you intent on having a problem with Mister Jiang?"
The young head of the Jiang family, who is not known to anyone in the hundred families, is wary of Wei Wu Xian to the point of near madness, and would rather catch the wrong person than let him go, and when he sees someone suspected of taking Wei Wu Xian's body, he will bring him back to the Yun Meng Jiang clan and torture him severely. The fact is that Mr. Mo has not been taken over, so why should you make things difficult for an unknown person?"
Jiang Cheng said coldly, "Then I wonder why Second Prince Lan has been protecting an unknown person since just now?"
Wei Wu Xian suddenly laughed twice.
He said, "Sovereign Jiang, that, you are pestering me like this, I am very difficult."
Jiang Cheng's eyebrows jumped twice, instinctively sensing that this person would never say anything good to make him look good next.
Wei Wu Xian said: "You are too enthusiastic, thank you. But you also think too much. Even if I like men, I don't like all kinds of men, let alone a man who beckons me to follow. I'm not interested in your kind."
This is Wei Wu Xian's intention to disgust him. This person, Jiang Cheng, hates to be compared to others, no matter how boring the comparison method, as long as someone says he is inferior to another so-and-so, he will be angry in his heart, do not want to think about food, have to win over. Sure enough, Jiang Cheng face are blue: "Oh? Then may I ask, what kind do you like?"
Wei Wu Xian said: "What kind? Well, I like it very much when it's like this."
This person, Blue Forgetting Machine, could not stand such frivolous and boring jokes. After being disgusted, he will definitely take the initiative to draw a line to keep his distance. Disgusting two people at once, killing two birds with one stone!
Who knows, blue forget machine heard this sentence, turned around.
He expressionlessly said: "This is what you said."
Wei Wu Xian: "Hmm?"
Blue forgetfulness machine turned back, without losing etiquette, but not allowed to speak, said: "This person, I brought back to the blue family."
Wei Wu Xian: "..."
Wei WuXian: "... huh?"