become a demon [rebirth]

Chapter 33

At this time, a very thin humming sound came into his ears, Mo Zheng smiled, and seemed to casually pass the sword behind him, and swung his backhand.

With a few bangs, several diamond-shaped utensils the size of two fingers fell to the ground.

Yunyang was already dizzy by these changes, didn't he come to ask for the master's order?How did it become like this.

A white afterimage appeared in front of his eyes, his thoughts went blank for a moment, and his body moved by itself.

He turned sideways first, and then quickly tapped the sword with two fingers together to slow down the speed of the sword. The other hand had already pulled out the sword across his waist, and slashed on the sword fiercely!

However, the owner of the sword seemed to have seen through his intentions, only heard a chuckle, and the sword circled a sword flower, piercing his wrist.

Yunyang shrank his pupils, quickly took two steps back, bent his elbows to close his posture, pressed the blade of the sword against the tip of the sword, and exerted a sudden force to separate the sword.

However, the sword, like the soul of the tarsal bone, slid down quickly and drew a horizontal arc.

With a crackling sound, the sword instantly pierced through his sleeve, leaving a long scar on his arm!

Yunyang ran his footwork quickly, opened a distance of more than ten meters between the two, and quickly tapped the acupuncture point on his arm to stop the bleeding.The sharp pain in his arm made him almost lose his grip on the sword.

You can see the bones deeply, this person didn't show mercy at all.

He switched the sword from his right hand to his left, pointed forward sharply, and asked coldly, "What do you want to do?"

The direction the sword pointed at was exactly Mo Zheng.

Mo Zheng raised his eyes and glanced at him casually, without saying a word.

The sword hanging in his hand was dripping blood dripping down, slowly dripping into a small puddle.

"I want to ask too."

A strange voice slowly overflowed from the darkness.

Coarse linen clothes, a square scarf on his head, and a cloth for wiping the table hanging on his shoulders, it is the buddy in the Dao Soul Realm, Xiao Hua.

It was he who shot the hidden weapon just now.

The two protagonists were all present, and Mo Zheng finally had the intention to speak.He swept across the two of them with a smile on his face, and said slowly: "You ask me that, but I want to ask you this."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"What?" Yun Yang was confused, what this man said was weird, he could understand every word apart, but he couldn't understand it when they were together.

Xiaohua's face was paralyzed, she didn't respond, but quietly clenched the dagger hidden in her sleeve.

Now, Mo Zheng was a little surprised and looked at them again: "You don't even know about it?"

Before they could react, he seemed to understand something, and smiled to himself: "This is really interesting."

The long sword in his hand dripped a long bloodstain on the ground, and he walked towards them slowly, unhurriedly, casually and casually, as if he hadn't taken any precautions.

This made Yunyang and Xiaohua's nerves even more tense, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Xiaohua's eyes were fixed, and she decided to strike first, half bowed her body, and pulled out a dagger from between her boots with her backhand, her body transformed into a black panther, and slammed into Mo Zheng's lower abdomen!

Mo Zheng looked at the person who had already arrived, and Shi Shiran stretched out two fingers, pointing at the center of his brow.

That movement was too light and soft, like a caress between lovers, without any killing intent.

In a trance, he seemed to see peach blossoms flying all over the sky, and the air was also stained with the fragrance of peach blossoms. The peach blossoms fell on the shoulders of the man under the tree. He gently brushed them away with his hand, and then broke off a section of peach branches.

As if he had noticed something, he looked at him, smiled, his eyes were picturesque, and then slowly handed the peach branch to him...

Everything seems to be extremely slow, but in fact it is only a moment.

With the sound of flesh piercing into flesh, Yunyang showed surprise——

Xiaohua knelt down on one knee, looking straight ahead, with undispelled fear in her eyes, as if she saw something extremely terrifying, tears slowly fell from the corners of her eyes, and the dagger in her hand fell to the ground with a clang.

Yunyang couldn't figure out how someone suddenly became like this, he could only vaguely guess something based on the fingers that had been withdrawn from Xiaohua's eyebrows.

He took a few steps back warily, looking at the man in front of him warily.

He never knew that there is such a terrible method in this world, which can make people lose their fighting power silently!

Mo Zheng knelt down, picked up Xiao Hua's dagger on the ground, and said with a smile, "This trick is called Peach Blossom Killing."

"This is the subtle secret technique that my good master taught me. It first paralyzes the opponent's heart, then penetrates his spiritual weakness, and then magnifies that point infinitely, and then he looks like him."

He looked up at Yunyang with a smile in his eyes, and the dagger in his hand instantly turned into powder: "Do you want to try it too?"

The four words Jing Mystic Art immediately made Yunyang gasp. He has practiced for a long time, so he naturally knows what it means. There are only a handful of people in the world who can possess Jing Mystic Art, and each of those people has a very good background. Big, a thought can turn the world upside down.

He really couldn't think of anything in him that could be tempted by such a character.

He could only smile wryly and shook his head, cupped his hands and said, "I don't know why your lord came here? If you offend me, please forgive me."

"Where did you come from?"

Mo Zheng got up and asked suddenly.

Yunyang froze for a moment, and said, "Pindao is a disciple of Jing Tianguan behind Liyu Town."

"Where is the Jingtian Temple?"

Mo Zheng looked straight at him and asked again.

Yunyang felt uneasy, and became more and more strange. He couldn't help laughing and said, "There is a Jingtian Temple behind this Liyu Town, and the townspeople know it. Every festival or important day, they have to go to worship. The people who came here before Along the poor road, I saw some townspeople saying that our Taoist temple is effective..."

He desperately tried to find evidence to prove the existence of Jing Tian Guan.

But Mo Zheng just smiled, and said a word lightly, and all his efforts were wasted.

"There is not even Liyu Town, so how can Jingtian Temple exist?"

Word by word, every word was poured into Yunyang's ears.

His face turned pale in an instant, and his complexion was very ugly. He forced a smile and said, "I don't know where my lord heard the nonsense."

"Of course..." Mo Zheng deliberately dragged out the tone, and the interest in his eyes became more serious.

Yunyang's heart also became uneasy and a little irritable.

"Of course I discovered it myself."

Ugh?

Yunyang raised his head to look at him abruptly, and exclaimed in surprise, "What do you mean!"

Mo Zheng lowered his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly strangely: "You might as well take a look at your wound."

His tone was gentle, and seemed to be full of affection, but this affection seemed particularly strange in this situation.

Because, Yunyang saw that there was no scar on his hand, and even the cuffs were not damaged in the slightest.

In an instant, his eyes widened suddenly, his eyes were about to split apart, and he turned his right hand over and over to look like he was going crazy!

Perfect as ever!

This is wrong, this is impossible!

"Look at my sword again, look at the ground."

An indifferent voice passed through his madness and rang in his heart, reminding him.

Mo Zheng looked at him, the smile on his face disappeared, there was light shining on his face from outside the window, his facial features became more delicate, and his eyes became colder.Without the slightest emotion, it is like a bit of frost on a lone peak thousands of feet away.

Day is coming.

As if grasping at the last straw, Yunyang raised his head and looked at the side of the man in a daze.

As white as snow and frost, the whole body is flawless, without any stains.

Then he moved his eyes to the sword, no.

Then what was the sound of blood dripping he heard before, and what was the pain he felt?

he asked himself, without an answer.

"It's fake." It was Xiaohua who spoke, he sat on the ground slumped, and said calmly, "Everything is fake."

"What?" Yunyang suddenly felt that he had said this sentence many times tonight.

Xiaohua didn't look at him, her tears were still streaming down, as if she wanted to shed all the tears in her life.

He paused every word: "There is no Jingtian Temple, there is no Liyu Town, there is no inn, there is no boss, and there is no Xiao Hua."

His voice was hollow, it seemed to be floating in the air, but it seemed to be a kind of extreme sadness.

Yun Yang covered his head, he suffered from a severe headache, as if someone hit his head hard with an awl and would not stop until a hole was dug out.He rolled on the ground in pain, tears kept flowing out of pain, crying so much that he felt that his whole body was submerged in water.

Mo Zheng looked at his miserable appearance, his eyes didn't fluctuate in the slightest, and he said slowly: "A small town, located in a frontier fortress, has beautiful mountains and clear waters, but is very lively, not much worse than the imperial capital. This is a very strange thing in itself. , isn't it?"

Then cruelly cut open the whitewashed peace, revealing the cruel truth.

"Three years ago, the Hall of Wusheng got the news from nowhere, and learned that the head of Jingtian Temple had hidden a secret realm, so I couldn't help being greedy..."

"It's the third uncle." Yunyang propped his forehead and stood up slowly while holding the door.

His face was as white as a sheet of paper, but his eyes were amazingly bright.

He interrupted Mo Zheng's words softly, and slowly narrated what happened at that time: "The third uncle lured a wolf into the house for the sake of being the master, but he didn't expect that the wolf he lured was so greedy that he even swallowed himself."

"The highest cultivation level of Jing Tian Guan is only the peak of my master's Dao Soul Realm. Even if I break through by chance, Jing Tian Guan has no resistance at all, and then Master let me escape with the head order and two junior brothers. go."

"I ran desperately and didn't dare to turn back. In order to let my juniors escape, I gave them the token. I broke it off by myself, and escaped by luck."

"When I come back again, everything is over. Everyone in the Zongmen is dead, even the townspeople in Liyu Town."

"It's just that I never thought..." He looked at Mo Zheng with a strange expression, "That thing came back?"

Mo Zheng hung the jade tablet back on his waist, and said indifferently: "You are not human anymore, why do you care about these things?"