Mortal bone

Because the dojo he knew today was chosen by him himself, and the formation mechanism outside the dojo couldn't stop him at all.

So after landing, he went straight into the small building where He Zhi was healed today.

However, after he entered the small building, the scene in the building at this moment made him stunned there.

I saw that in the small building filled with evil spirits, Jin Hezhi with red eyes was filled with evil spirits.

Beside him, there were still several Qingxuan disciples lying in disorder.The faces of these disciples were distorted in pain, without a trace of blood on their faces, they were already dead.

Obviously, at this moment, Jin Hezhi is using some kind of magical power to absorb the essence of these female disciples.

"How do you know now!—"

Jinyue roared angrily.

"Old man, although I am your son, you should knock on the door when you come in, right?"

Jin Hezhi kicked away the lifeless female disciple under him, and then looked at Jinyue indifferently.

At this time, his aura has completely recovered, and there is no trace of a serious injury.

"You know what you're doing?"

Jinyue asked angrily.

"I know, of course I know."

As Jin Hezhi put on his clothes, he smiled at Jin Hezhi with the corners of his mouth raised.

"Isn't it just obsession? I saw it when I was ten years old."

He added with a look of indifference.

"You bastard!"

Jinyue trembled with anger.

At the same time as he spoke, the flying sword behind him flew out with a "chuo", and the blade pointed directly at Jin He Zhi.

"how?"

"Do you want to kill relatives for Qingxuan's righteousness?"

"Just like you did to your mother back then?"

Jin Hezhi, who had put on his clothes, walked straight up to the flying sword while sneering, pointed the blade of the flying sword at his throat and said:

"Come on, stab here, just one sword, and you will be able to achieve the reputation of killing relatives with righteousness."

"you!……"

Jinyue was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

And at this moment, a woman behind him who had already fallen on the ground stood up without warning, and then slapped his back on the heart.

Hearing a "bang", a blood mist suddenly exploded around Jin Yue, and at the same time, the devilish energy flowed into his body like a bug, constantly destroying his meridians and viscera.

With a "plop", Jinyue fell headlong to the ground.

He fell at the feet of Jin Hezhi.

"Nizi...Nizi...you...whatever you do...you shouldn't...bewitched..."

The dying Imayake murmured in pain.

"Old man, not only do I want to become a demon, but I also want to be the great devil who is causing disasters to the world, so that this Qingxuanzong and all the Nine Houses will have no peace because of me!"

Jin He Zhi went to Jin Yue and knelt down and whispered something to him.

With this sound, Jinyue, who was already dying, was so angry that he almost couldn't continue.

"Let's go, Sister Yin Yin, let's go meet Mozun."

Now He Zhi stood up and walked towards the naked woman.

"Don't kill him?"

The woman who was called Yan Min by Jin Hezhi wrapped her hands around Jin Hezhi's neck, and smiled evilly.

"After all, I once called him Dad."

How do you know now?" said lightly.

"It's okay, you will have some human feelings left after you have just become a demon, and after a while, you will definitely feel disgusted by what you said today."

The woman giggled when she heard this.

Immediately, the two of them disappeared into the small building in a flash.

After the two disappeared, Jinyue suddenly opened his eyes. He took out a bottle of elixir from his arms with great effort, and then poured the elixir into his mouth with trembling hands.

"call……"

After taking the elixir, he sat up abruptly, exhaled a mouthful of stale air from his chest, and then panted heavily:

"Nizi... This Nizi...he is helping the head of the sect on the surface, but in fact he is colluding with Jiuyou, intending to murder the entire Qingxuan..."

"No... Did the leader really not notice? He must have noticed!"

"But in order to deal with the Seventh Peak, deal with the little uncle, he let Zhi'er be bewitched..."

Thinking of this, Jinyue suddenly felt cold.

He and the sect leader have been siblings since childhood, so no matter how domineering he is, no matter how desperate he is for his cultivation, Jinyue will support him.

"Zhou Tong, Zhou Tong... how can you just watch... watching my Zhi'er become enchanted?"

Jinyue was completely disappointed.

"Now... now the only one who can save Qingxuan... is the little uncle..."

"No... there is another person... that trash... if that trash can pick up the sword again... he can..."

He muttered in a low voice while struggling to get up.

"Zheng!..."

After forcing out a mouthful of true energy, Jinyue rose up with his sword and flew in the direction of Qilu Hall.

……

at the same time.

Wulaotan.

"The time has come, invite the sword-seeking disciples from the Seventh Peak to come on stage!"

After resting for a stick of incense, Elder Heilong came to the center of Zangjianping again, and announced to the disciples loudly.

Hearing a sound, Dugu Qingxiao, who was greeting Xu Ziyan and a group of Qifeng disciples, raised his head.

"It's my turn to play."

He smiled and glanced at Xu Ziyan in front of him, and then at Xu Ziyan's brothers from the Seven Peaks.

"Be careful."

Xu Ziyan smiled and nodded to Dugu Qingxiao.

She knew that at this time, apart from believing in Qing Xiao, it was meaningless to say anything.

"Zheng!——"

Before Dugu Qingxiao could take the stage, the leader Zhou Tong flew onto the stage with his sword, and at the same time said in a contemptuous tone:

"Hurry up and die on the stage. It's time for this joke to end. I don't have time to play these house tricks with you."

As soon as the words fell, a sword with the power of thunder swept across the entire Wulaotan once again.

And this time, the sword force is more ferocious than before.