Chapter 150 Three-Party Showdown

Thunder came one after another.

The part of the resentment that was not burned by the soul-refining fire was dissipated in the roar of purple thunder.

After the resentment dissipated, Hua Wanzhao closed the defensive array, and a figure gradually came over.

It's Ning Chenhao.

Mu Lin pointed out with a smile: "You are indeed still alive."

It's true, not unexpected.

Ning Chenhao naturally heard the implication of Mu Linxiao's words, but if the person concerned didn't ask further questions, he could just keep going until the end.

It's a pity that Hua Wanzhao is not going to let him go today.

"What do you know?"

"Little Master, I don't know anything."

Hua Wanzhao nodded: "Then I'll ask and you answer."

Ning Chenhao:......

"Do you have any memory of your previous life?"

Hua Wanzhao's straight ball caught Ning Chenhao off guard. He didn't expect Hua Wanzhao to have such an explosive problem.

He chose to play dumb and bewildered: "Little Master, what was your last life? What are you talking about?"

"Mu Linxiao and I have analyzed a lot of things, although I'm not sure if they are the same as what you have. However, if you continue to act stupid, we will not take you with you again in the future."

This is tantamount to saying that if you want to know anything in the future, you can investigate it yourself, and we won't let you play with it.

Ning Chenhao was helpless: "Little Master..."

"Think carefully, you only have one chance."

Ning Chenhao looked at Mu Lin and smiled again.

"Look at me, I'm useless. I'll listen to my little master."

Just kidding, Mu Linxiao also planned to pursue Hua Wanzhao. This kind of issue that did not involve principles would naturally be in the mood of Hua Wanzhao.

Ning Chenhao fell silent.

After waiting for Ning Chenhao's answer for a long time, Hua Wanzhao turned around and said, "Let's go and see how to get out of this illusion."

"Little Master," Ning Chenhao stopped her, "When did you discover..."

Hua Wanzhao was also unambiguous: "The Immortal Competition, when you and Zhu Tianxiang compete."

Smiling bitterly, at that time he was bent on confirming Zhu Tianxiang's identity, but instead revealed a lot of lies.

He was a little worried afterwards, but Hua Wanzhao and Mu Linxiao acted like nothing happened, so he gradually forgot about it.

Unexpectedly, I am waiting for him here.

"Did the soul that was originally hidden in the little master's pendant take away Zhu Tianxiang?" Mu Lin asked with a smile.

"It's not about taking over the body," Ning Chenhao immediately retorted, "It's about a transaction!"

Hua Wanzhao and Mu Linxiao looked at each other.

"The one who can make you so nervous is Yun Miaomiao." Hua Wanzhao said with certainty.

"……yes."

"What happened at the end of the last life?" Hua Wanzhao asked.

"A person joins the sect..."

Ning Chenhao will never forget that day.

One person single-handedly wiped out the entire sect with one sword.

That day, a sword blew the sand and blood flowed into a river.

That day, he couldn't even get through ten rounds in that person's hands.

Obviously, he is already a Mahayana monk.

When he was the last one to fall in a pool of blood, he saw a blurry figure coming from the lonely peak.

After his rebirth, every time he dreamed back at midnight, all he saw was the blood-stained setting sun, the broken arms and limbs of his fellow disciples, and only the last blurry figure was the only comfort in his heart.

When he heard that Yijian Fengsha had opened the mountain gate ahead of schedule, he felt something strange in his heart as he originally planned to avoid it, so he took a look.

Unexpectedly, I saw Hua Wanzhao who looked exactly like Yun Miaomiao, so I stayed.

"Since you have fought against him, come here and identify the remaining spiritual power to see if it is that person." Mu Linxiao pointed to the bottom of the deep pit blown up by "Qianye" and said.

Ning Chenhao did not go down to the bottom of the pit, but stood on the edge to release his Mahayana spiritual consciousness.

Suddenly, his expression changed: "That's him!"

Mu Linxiao looked at Hua Wanzhao again: "Does Meng Shaonian know anything?"

Hua Wanzhao shook his head: "He only said that that person is definitely not the Qianjia family. As for who it is, he has no idea."

Then, she looked at Ning Chenhao again: "What else did Yun Miaomiao say to you? Please explain it all, so that I don't have to ask them one by one."

Ning Chenhao shook his head: "She refused to tell me anything. She only said that if she wanted to protect Yijian Fengsha, she would follow the young master."

"Tsk, it's useless."

Mu Linxiao laughed unceremoniously.

Ning Chenhao counterattacked without showing any signs of weakness: "Uncle Priest is so useful, it seems he hasn't caught the little master yet, right?"

Mu Linxiao sneered and was about to teach Ning Chenhao a lesson when his foot hurt.

Hua Wanzhao stepped on Mu Linxiao and stabbed Ning Chenhao hard with the hilt of the Suppressing Evil Sword.

"Tell me, how to get out now."

Shaking off his stepped foot, Mu Lin smiled and said: "This illusion was born out of resentment. We have eliminated the resentment. Now we just need to find the broken wall that is the same as the one we saw when we came in and break it."

It sounds simple, but it is hard to find such a featureless wall in such a large sect.

Moreover, because the script collapsed in the middle of the performance, they had no idea what happened next, and it was even harder to find.

well……

An inaudible sigh sounded.

"who!"

Mu Linxiao and Ning Chenhao spoke out at the same time.

A breeze blew by, and the shadow of a man gradually appeared in the air.

"Master Ye!"

His shadow was very faint and seemed to be blown away by the wind at any time.

"I don't have much time. Probably, taking you out will be my last mission..."

Master Ye's voice was ethereal.

Following Master Ye, Hua Wanzhao was a little concerned.

If he was a resentful ghost, why didn't he dissipate with other resentful ghosts?

If he wasn't, where was he before?

"Master Ye, what happened next, can you tell us?"

Leader Ye's ethereal figure twisted, and his voice floated over: "The past cannot be pursued, just let it go..."

Hua Wanzhao pursed her lips and bit her lower lip hard.

Headmaster Ye was so unwilling to mention this matter, and he was like this now, she had no choice but to think about the worst.

Mu Lin smiled and patted her shoulder from behind.

Hua Wanzhao turned around, but Mu Linxiao shook his head at her.

With Master Ye, a native, leading the way, they quickly arrived at the mural hidden in the master's secret room.

It was a series of bloody and cruel sacrificial paintings.

The woman in red was given to the man in black. After the man in black enjoyed it, she was drained of her spiritual power and died. After her death, her body was also made into a special elixir, leaving only resentment lingering on the top of Sansheng Mountain.

.

It will last forever.

"This... was all done by him?"

[It’s the spirit-taking technique and human elixir...]

The voice of Meng Shaonian sounded in the sea of ​​​​consciousness in the evening of flowers.

"Spirit-taking... human elixir..." Hua Wanzhao repeated in a murmur.

[The dual cultivator of the monk absorbs the spiritual power of the furnace cauldron and uses it directly for his own use. The soul-catching technique is transformed and stored. I don’t know his purpose, so I can’t make a conclusion. The human elixir is to refine people into elixirs. According to the purpose

Different, the formula is also different.】

Hearing Meng Shaonian's explanation, Hua Wanzhao felt nauseated.

Who is that person?

Is it true that if she hadn't left Meng Shaonian, or if Mu Linxiao hadn't arrived in time, this would have been her fate as well?

Meng Shaonian gritted his teeth and said: "Even in Shen Realm, these are all evil arts. Who is that person?"

"Little Master, what's wrong?"

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