Chapter 86 Vengeance?

Time passed quickly, and the night also left reluctantly when Murong Xiaoxian sat down.

When Murong Xiaoxian felt that the cold wind around him gradually dissipated, and there was no more vitality flowing into his body, Murong Xiaoxian knew that it was dawn.

When Murong Xiaoxian was about to get up, he suddenly felt that the invisible network of consciousness he had formed was touched and seemed to break into the uninvited guest.

Murong Xiaoxian slowly withdrew his spiritual strength. After this night's tempering, Murong Xiaoxian felt that his spiritual power was much stronger. But when he opened his eyes, he couldn't help but be stunned!

Within 50 meters with myself as the center, all the snow melted, and even a little green grass buds were seen, trying to drill out of the ground.

Dozens of round traces of different sizes are regularly arranged around themselves. Shouldn't those traces left by the whirlwind last night?

"Ha ha, the big head is in a good mood. Did you come out early in the morning to see the sunrise?" A clever smile came, and three shadows flashed, which were still a large man, but three exquisite heads were exposed, which were Lan Yan and other three people.

Murong Xiaoxian found that at this moment, the metallic luster in the eyes of the three people had disappeared, replaced by an almost strong aura that was about to overflow. How could there be such a huge contrast between day and night?

Murong Xiaoxian carefully remembered the two masters of the Guangming Hall, but found a very interesting situation.

Moon strings, star songs, sun dance, sun and moon stars are the three lights, representing the source of all the light in the world;

Blue, green, red Luo, red, green and blue, three basic colors, all the colors in the world are due to this.

Further speculation, the weapons of these three people must also have something to do with their names. The color of the undead ring is blue, and the blood whip of the evil spirit is red. I never thought that the sickle of the dead will be green...

It can be seen that the Twelve Ming Lords value these six people very much. However, Yuexian and three others resisted to become soul killers, and these three seemed to be qualified soul killers.

The change of the three people in front of him made Murong Xiaoxian have a new guess, that is, the soul killer lost himself in the night and became a manipulated weapon; and in broad daylight, it was restored to himself. At this time, what was shown was the original color of the three people. It seems that my guess is still debatable...

"Hehe, where. Did the three sleep well at night? The conditions of the barracks are not comparable to those in the city. If you don't take good care of them, don't blame the three masters. Murong Xiaoxian gently slipped down from the haystack and landed steadily. This is not the demeanor of a master, but purely for nostalgia.

When I was a child, didn't I just like to play like this with a group of friends?

"The big owner is polite. We still have to make amends to the big boss. We took the liberty to break into the camp and the big boss froze outside all night. If the big boss suffers from the wind and cold, the Lord must kill us..." Lan Yan said with a straight face and could not see a trace of joke.

"Well, you three don't have to worry, I'm begging you. Last night, I slept in the barracks and suddenly felt the flames in the distance. I came out to have a look, but I saw that the construction in the city had begun. I'm afraid of delaying the great cause of the Lord, and I'm wandering. I'm considering whether I should take the liberty to go back to the city and take the initiative to ask..." Murong Xiaoxian pointed to the direction of the city, but was worried that the three of them would see the vision around him, but Murong Xiaoxian quickly laughed in his heart and flooded. He was still persuading others to look at the clouds. The wind is light.

"Forgive my sister's negligence on this matter. Originally, the three of us came in a hurry, which was to pass on the Holy Oracle of the Lord, who wanted the great leader to return to the city immediately and take over the construction of the city. It's just that my sister couldn't help but lose her mind when she saw the elegant demeanor of the big master. I'm really sorry, sorry!!" The degree of green seriousness is much more formal than that of Lan Yan, but Murong Xiaoxian, who shoots this horse, is very comfortable and has been a man for two generations. This is the first time I heard people say that about themselves...

"That's good. Should we leave immediately?" Murong Xiaoxian pretended to be a little frightened and said impatiently.

Don't worry about the big head. The major events in this army still need to be handed over, and they need to wait for the next marshal to hand over before they can leave. After a few cups of tea, the man will come. The head of the family does not have to be in a hurry, otherwise it is a crime of leaving without permission. Besides, the great contribution of the great master is absolutely not to do anything hastily. Although the Lord has no time to receive it, the three of my sisters must show their heart a little, so they go back to prepare a banquet for the head of the family. Hongluo didn't seem to see the abnormal situation around him. He pulled the two people, Blue and Green, blessed Murong Xiaoxian, and then turned around and left lightly.

boo~

After a long roar, three extremely horses ran from afar, seemingly untouched. A few miles away, they came in the blink of an eye and walked like the wind, which could be called amazingly fast.

Lan Yan and others looked back and smiled, then stepped on the horse and disappeared in front of Murong Xiaoxian in a blink of an eye.

Murong Xiaoxian took a look at the three horses, but locked his eyebrows tightly. Could this be the legendary Tianma? Thinking of the group of one-horned horses he saw outside Gaoci County, Murong Xiaoxian couldn't help itching in his heart!

With this kind of horse, it is definitely not a dream to travel thousands of miles a day, so you can gallop at will in such a vast creation continent!

After I remembered that I left, the original configuration of this bright town seemed to have been upgraded!

I think about it again. It has been almost 19 years since I came to this world. In addition to the barren mountains, I live in is a remote town. It seems that I really want to find an opportunity to turn to the creative continent, broaden my horizons and get to know the world...

"What are you thinking, the head of the family? If the enemy comes, I'm afraid you are already in danger. Gandhi didn't know when he came out. Murong Xiaoxian made him bully within three meters.

Murong Xiaoxian nodded, "I'm watching the horse that day..."

"Tianma?" Gandhi was stunned for a moment and then understood what Murong Xiaoxian was referring to.

"That's not a peony, but a strange beast from the turbid continent. This kind of thing can travel thousands of miles a day, but the price is extremely high, and ordinary people can't afford it. Gandhi explained, and Murong Xiaoxian smiled.

"Go back and clean up. We're ready to go back to the city." After saying that, Murong Xiaoxian slowly walked towards the marshal's account.

The marshal's camp was dark. Even if it was dawn at this moment, the lights had long been extinguished, obviously because there was no lamp oil added.

Murong Xiaoxian called his own soldiers, re-added lamp oil, and ignited it with flint, and then the light was restored in the account.

I have to admit that the seal of this marshal's tent is really good. Not only is it windy or rain, but even light can't penetrate.

The beds that Lan Yan and others slept in were neatly folded. Murong Xiaoxian asked his own soldiers to prepare breakfast, and then began to consider the specific things that needed to be considered for handover. Gandhi was busy lighting the bonfire and then boiling water to make tea and wash his face.

Unconsciously, Murong Xiaoxian sat ** and inadvertently reached under the bed, but he seemed to be electrocuted!

How can it be!

That's a familiar feeling!

Murong Xiaoxian suddenly has a light red Ropa in his hand, with a trace of virgin body fragrance, but this Ropa's texture is a nightmare that Murong Xiaoxian can't forget for a long time!

Ten years ago, when Qiu Shuiguan tragically, Sister Xu Yun died tragically, she held a piece of incomplete cloth tightly in her hand! The cloth is made of special materials, and Murong Xiaoxian has not found any clue in Wuliangfeng for ten years. Originally, Murong Xiaoxian suspected that it was a thief shouting to catch the thief. But over time, Murong Xiaoxian found that this matter was not that simple.

Then he went down the mountain and went to Guangming Town. The first thing Murong Xiaoxian did was to carefully look through all the cloth and clothing stores in the town, but he still didn't find that kind of cloth.

For a long time, Murong Xiaoxian was a little discouraged, but he vowed to find the enemy who killed Sister Xu Yun anyway.

Today, he accidentally found this Ropa, light red, which seemed to be deliberately left by Hong Luo, right?

Murong Xiaoxian is really familiar with that kind of texture and that kind of cloth pattern!

Does this Hongluo have anything to do with the tragic death of his senior sister?

Then, the past scenes suddenly began to replay in Murong Xiaoxian's mind.

Qiushuiguan, the mysterious female vulgar disciples, soul killers, Chuangjie Mountain, Twelve Mingzhu, Guangming Town... When Murong Xiaoxian linked all this together, he couldn't help but be shocked, because he came to a conclusion that he could not believe!

Qiushuiguan cultivates and trains soul killers for the twelve Ming masters, while the refining tool in the infinite peak creates soul weapons, and is also responsible for the creation of weapon attachment attributes, while the alchemy provides these killers with elixirs to improve their cultivation!

How is this possible!?

How can the three major schools, Yuxumen, which is comparable to immortals in the eyes of the world, be so obscene? Is it submission to the Twelve Ming Lords, or is the Twelve Ming Lords originally a cover for the Yuxu Gate in the outside world?

Bearing without leaving the world, cherishing the world and wanting to swallow the world??

Is this the essence of Yuxumen?

Thinking about the life in Yuxu Gate for more than ten years, those things are very cruel to prove that Murong Xiaoxian's inference is correct! Those who come to worship the mountains, those nobles from various countries who have reached the infinite peak, and the 20-year promotion conference! Everything proves that Yuxumen has entered the world!

However, is it a little arbitrary for me to make such a judgment based on this side alone?

However, this seems to be difficult to explain. If it really matters, how could Hongluo leave Fang Luopa so careless?

Or is it deliberately implying something?

Murong Xiaoxian decided to get close to Hongluo from today, as long as he can find some clues and make some sacrifices, even if he sacrifices his face!

Originally, I planned to leave here when the spring flowers bloomed, and traveled around the continent without creation, looking for the enemy by the way, but Murong Xiaoxian knew that he would stay here for a long time this time...

Hidden Luopa in his arms, Murong Xiaoxian muttered, "Why is this bed so unbearable?" However, he secretly pressed the leg of the bed directly, and the man jumped up for an excuse.

"Hey, the head of the family, fortunately you didn't come last night, otherwise there would have been any joke..." Gandhi did not doubt Murong Xiaoxian's practice at all. He thought that this marching bed was made of crude things. If three people toss on it, be good, those beds are not enough to break their legs...