Beigong family Bingshan clan land.

"Do you want to tell aunt?"

Beigong Piaoxue asked Meng Butong warmly. Meng Butong hugged the love in his arms, leaned on the pavilion under the iceberg, raised his head and glanced at the cave belonging to Bei Gonglin.

"No, since Master doesn't want to, why should we try to pick up the broken relationship? If your aunt doesn't tell you about the suffering, Master will also blame me and other troublemakers. I haven't seen my mother and never mentioned your aunt and me.

Master’s past?”

"I just feel worthless for your master. You know, he has paid too much to save my aunt."

"Master will do it only if he is willing. However, it is just out of debt. After all, something happened to your aunt, but Master is responsible for not noticing. Is it his biggest wish to make your aunt recover? Now that something like this has happened

I don’t know what happened to Master? I can only guess that he is probably in the Netherworld Sea."

"Yes, I listen to you. I will never betray you. If so, if you encounter an unavoidable situation in the future, you will have to get my consent!"

"Are you stupid? I can't do it. You are the only one in my destiny. You can't force it. Have you forgotten what I do?"

"Husband~~~"

"Hey~~hey! It's snowing! It's not good here! Well..."

Mo Yingying, one of the protagonists at the forefront of the storm, is now in Duan De's old house. The building was built in front of Duan Butcher, perhaps now it should be called Duan Laobutcher's tomb.

Her elegance is still unparalleled, her eyes are still cold, and the black gauze dress against the moon-white skin is really eye-catching, but no one can see her here, and no one has visited the village that has turned into a barren mountain.

The formation that Duan De arranged could not withstand the gentle wave of his delicate hands, and the wooden building turned into dust in a blink of an eye. Just like their past, Ning stood in front of the old butcher Duan's tomb for a long time.

Mo Yingying was speechless and didn't know what to think in her heart. She stretched out her jade hands several times but failed to destroy this innocent bumpkin in the end. She was just about to turn around and walk slowly into the sky.

A figure that was very similar to her blocked the way out of thin air. His cold eyes were no longer familiar. He was not familiar with her, and she was not familiar with him.

"Why don't you destroy it? You should be more thorough. I have thousands of words to ask in detail. I will see what you did in three days. It really disappoints me. My brother-in-law doesn't kill you because he loves you, and I will kill you too.

It’s because I love you, just as you used to be!”

Facing her relatives who were disappointed to the point of despair, Mo Yingying's expression remained unchanged, just like when she met Duan De, but she didn't know why she came here.

"You are no longer a descendant of the Demon family. Your father has left your ancestral home. When did you become like this? You are the evil breed you insisted on saving, and now you have turned against the heavens. Brother-in-law, oh no, I don't have a sister, how can I come from this?

What the brother-in-law said? Brother Duan is really sad. Once you have planned it to death, this time it will happen again. Let’s take action. Don’t let the Mowu secret guards do it. That way, I will feel very sorry."

Chi You's demon sword screamed, and the sword light that shot out of the sky was filled with infinite evil intent. Mo Yingying still did not move, her face remained cold and cold, and her peach eyes as clear as water stared at her younger brother who was facing the surging demon energy.

The dark demonic energy covers up the angry eyes that are filled with tears. How could it be you?

The next moment, the sword light that cut through the sky was cut down absolutely!

She cannot die in the hands of others, not even her father, not even Duan De, I can only kill her!

Perhaps, knowing that Mo Yingying was such a scandal, Duan De was the most painful, followed by him. Maybe the pain in his heart was even worse than Duan De, because his sister was more like his mother, and his childhood memories were far more painful than those in the world of wasted cultivators.

The memory must be pure and profound!

Mo Yingying did not resist, her beautiful peach blossom eyes reflected the monstrous sword light that obscured her vision. This moment seemed to come very slowly.

Half a day later

There are ravines in front of Old Butcher Duan's grave, and the unfathomable knife marks appear not to be wide on the outside. Each neat knife mark extends to dozens of miles away at its shortest.

It is no wider than a punch, and is filled with pure magic charm. The old butcher Duan's abrupt tomb is very conspicuous on the messy battlefield. It is not that the formation left by Duan De can disdain the fight between the demon brothers and sisters, but that he deliberately avoids it.

open.

A group of monks from the Tiande Sect's Xianfa Hall in moon-white robes parked here on three standard shuttles. The leader was an old acquaintance of Duan De.

"Brother Chidi, this tomb seems to be that person's father? Could it be that this is his hometown?"

A young monk in the early stages of integration came forward to investigate and came back with a strange expression. Chidi, who was sitting on the shuttle head, frowned slightly when he heard this.

"When did my junior uncle stop talking about his reputation? Lan Ye knows that you are the leader of your generation, but you are only in the early stage of integration. I don't know how many Mahayana disciples I have killed. How can you be rational about the rumors in the sect?

What?"

Lan Ye was a little surprised. Duan De should be called a master according to his seniority. At the worst, he is a senior brother. However, he didn't want to be taken under by a super big shot in the sect as soon as he entered the mountain gate. Those who came before him had their own dissatisfaction.

Duan De's contribution to Tiande is not something they can know. Even if Chidi didn't go to Hantingsi with Duan De, they wouldn't know some of his specific stories.

"Senior brother will remember what he said. How can we repay the sect here?"

Chi Di didn't bother to pay attention to the disapproval of this self-esteemed junior brother. After all, Duan De didn't even pay attention to it, and he couldn't do it. After recovering from his injury, he successfully attacked Mahayana, and with Han Tingsi's achievements, Chi Di is now considered a class.

Deputy hall leader level.

Chi Di knew clearly in his heart who gave him these gifts. Chi Xia was in the same situation as him, but had better luck than him. At least there was a master above him who was a powerful figure, and now he was the leader of the leisure department in the sect.

"Don't worry about it. This is my uncle's... family matter. Our core task now is to wipe out the remnants of Snake Eyes and suppress the unruly ones. Let's go."

Chichi called his subordinates to evacuate, and before finally entering the shuttle, he gave a slight salute to the tomb, looking into the distance with a rather complicated expression that seemed to contain his hidden worries.

Secret place of corpse sect treasure house

It was a great feeling to walk on the giant's face. After Duan De landed, he realized that the head had basically turned into stone, and the texture on the face had turned into criss-crossing ravines.

The impact point was probably between the forehead of this guy's sad face. Trying to see how hard it was was something that everyone who had this experience would have in mind. The result of punching the foot with all his strength was that the entire right arm was shattered.

Duan De stared at the twisted diamond-shaped square rock surface where he landed. If he guessed correctly, such a square should be a piece of this person's epidermal cells.

What he smashed was a dent-shaped pit with a radius of more than ten feet. Is this a pore? It must be! The effect was amazing, and he couldn't even make even half a dent.

"What kind of power should be needed to kill this guy? Not only pierce the entire head, but also cut off the head. It looks like a Buddha on all sides, and the center of the head should be the key point."

Duan De bared his teeth and lowered his arms. The area that was not covered by the residual power should be the remnants of some kind of power of the owner of the head, which also made Duan De difficult to move forward.

"Hey! Why is it more severe than the suppression in the secret realm of the Dao Monument? I don't know how many years this guy's dead head has been left here. If we follow common sense, it should produce maggots, right? Um? If it is in proportion, the maggots produced by this head don't seem to be the same.

Will it be small?”

The light was very strong. After all, there was such a big stove burning in the periphery. The visual distance was still not close, and the spiritual consciousness could reach about twice the visual distance. Duan De flew towards his neck.

When he saw a clump of giant conical thorns sticking into the sky from a distance, Duan De couldn't help but be shocked. He guessed right. From a distance, it looks like a giant cylindrical mountain that sticks into the sky. From a close look, it looks like a weird cylindrical mountain.

Guy's eyebrows.

The eyebrow mountain is not smooth. There are inverse scale-like lines on the surface like fish scales. Each of the lines has strange patterns. Duan De stared at these rough graffiti lines for a long time.

"Why? It seems? It seems? There's some feeling? This feeling? The out-of-body feeling when enlightening? Could it be that these tattooed eyebrows can also contain super skills that can destroy the world?"

Every hairless mountain and every texture is different, but it is absolutely simple. The strange thing is that you can see it, and your heart will flutter a little, but you can't remember it. As long as you don't look, you will forget half of it when you turn around.

Only half of the fragrance remains in my mind.

"Hiss? There are some tricks. The photo beads can't leave a photo, and the rubbings can't be made either? If I carve them one by one, you can't let them disappear, right?"

Duan De became interested and tried various methods one by one. Although intuition is a good thing, he still couldn't understand half of the magic. It was probably only done here once. If you let it go, you might have to pay the price.

hand condition.

It's different here. At least you don't have to pay a price. You can take out some unimportant materials that have been prepared for temporary use and start making stereotypes. As for these Maoshan ideas?

The Butcher's Knife was still working hard up there, but he was unconvinced and encountered something harder than him, so he flew up to Maojian to try, but it was obviously in vain.

"I don't understand. Isn't there still a small force? Maybe if you take it back for a few years, you can create a hero who defies the will of heaven?"

Duan De never thought that he was the one who traveled through time with a golden finger, and that he had good luck, but now it seems that many people use strings to carry them around, and it is hard to say what kind of luck belongs to him.

There is no immediate urgency in the current situation that requires him to turn the tide. There is plenty of time, and the world will never be settled without him. The only urgent thing is the plan in his heart. Even if it is urgent, there is no rush. Devotion and try your best are enough.

It was half a month after he carved the first simple pattern. It seemed like just a few random scratches, but Duan De's precise carving technique could not grasp its context.

The lines that were to be inscribed always seemed hazy and ever-changing, and no matter how hard he wrote, he could not portray their charm. Fortunately, he had the brute strength that went deep into his bones, and he also had the urge to go crazy when he got into research. Intoxicated, he wasted thousands of dollars on refining.
Chapter completed!