Su Xuan stood on the top of the mountain here very early.

In the past few days, he had seen flattering smiles, humble attitudes, and fawning faces.

The only thing I didn't see was the integrity of the righteous way.

Su Xuan looked indifferent.

Suddenly.

Yang Fengge appeared next to Su Xuan.

Wearing a Taoist robe, she was full of heroic spirit, holding a sword in her hand, and her eyes were a little sharp.

"What's the matter?"

Su Xuan spoke coldly.

"What do you think about the killing of Wen Ruyu tomorrow?"

Yang Fengge asked.

"No matter what you think, kill if you deserve to be killed, and die if you deserve to be killed."

Su Xuan sneered.

"Do you also think Wen Ruyu deserves to be killed?"

Yang Fengge raised his eyebrows.

"Ask me what I am doing, ask Yang Fenghua!"

Su Xuan snorted, turned and left.

Yang Fengge looked at it, with an inexplicable meaning flashing in his eyes.

But soon.

Yang Fengge held the sword in his hand.

"If one is upright and unethical, the human heart is like a ghost.

I want to see who is the devil tomorrow!"

Yang Fengge snorted coldly, his eyes as sharp as swords.

...Ink Prison.

This is the place where Qixuan Sect imprisoned evil spirits.

It is an ancient picture scroll. In the Seventh Age, a strong person hid a space in the picture, and no one but the Spirit Emperor could escape.

now.

This ancient painting appeared in Qixuan Sect and was named the Ink Prison! Yang Fenghua entered this place.

In a separate cell.

A woman sits cross-legged.

She was wearing a somewhat worn scribe's robe, her body was a little thin, and her originally bright face was etched with ancient magic patterns, vaguely like a ferocious ancient bull from ancient times.

The woman's eyes were open, like two swaying demonic flames, infiltrating terror.

now.

She looked directly at Yang Fenghua.

"Are you going to kill me?"

She whispered, it was Wen Ruyu.

"No, let your life continue and shine with the brightest light."

Yang Fenghua smiled.

He somewhat admired the woman in front of him.

certainly.

Contempt more.

Because the woman in front of him looked exactly like some old pedants that he found very unpleasant.

"The most brilliant time of my life was when I became a master."

Wen Ruyu said softly.

"This wife of yours is incompetent."

Yang Fenghua chuckled.

"Master Yang, please be sure to pass on the three emperor scrolls I restored.

There are many ghosts in the world, but the aura is always there."

Warm as jade.

"Haoran is the most pedantic."

Yang Fenghua sneered.

"maybe."

Wen Ruyu smiled, looking relaxed.

"You can still laugh?"

Yang Fenghua's eyes were unhappy.

"I'm going to die after all."

"When I look at you, you are also afraid of death."

Yang Fenghua said coldly.

"indeed."

Wen Ruyu nodded: "If you can live, who wants to die?"

She looked at Yang Fenghua, and even though her eyes were flashing with magic flames, they were still a little clear.

"Master Yang, please do me a favor."

Wen Ruyu suddenly said.

"What's the matter?"

Yang Fenghua frowned, "I'm waiting for someone, but it's a pity that there is no hope in this life.

If you see him, I hope you can tell him that I, Wen Ruyu, may not understand, but I have no regrets."

Wen Ruyu said softly.

"who?"

Yang Fenghua's eyes turned cold.

"When you meet him, you will naturally understand him."

Wen Ruyu smiled.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Yang Fenghua shouted coldly, put away Wen Ruyu with a flick of his sleeves, and strode out of the ink prison.

On Chunyang Peak.

Yang Fenghua appears.

There was another person beside him.

The Saint of Wild Thunder.

"Brought it?"

he asked calmly.

"Brought it."

Yang Fenghua casually threw a bead to the Holy Wild Thunder, which contained Wen Ruyu.

The Saint of Huang Lei took it, and a three-inch-long jet-black snake with three heads spilled out from Huang Lei's fingertips and wrapped around the beads.

"Is this the saint?"

Yang Fenghua was curious.

"The devil's thoughts are in the sky, and the three emperors become saints.

From now on, you can call her the Holy Demon Night."

The Holy Saint of Wild Thunder spoke calmly, the beads in his hands were dyed black, and there were many snake shadows.

...extremely far away.
To be continued...