Qingyang, southeast of Shandong.

A night breeze that transited in the second half of the night was just an ordinary breeze for ordinary people. If there were literati who couldn't sleep late at night, they might even feel it, and the entrusted one or two sour poems were written.

But in the eyes of practitioners, this wind has a fishy meaning, and destroying the forest and falling leaves is a great ominous sign.

This kind of vision only represents one thing: the dead.

...It's enough for the dead to make blood flow and float.

The bloody disciple from Dingyou's seat found this wind, and immediately felt happy. He ran back to the cave and knelt down and reported: "Sect Master, the big thing has been accomplished!"

Dingyou said "um" and closed his eyes slightly, with neither happy nor angry expression.

The Bloody Pig thought the sect leader could not understand what he meant, and continued: "Looking at the essence and blood in the wind, at least a hundred people died on Qingyang Mountain!"

Ding You opened his eyes: "Do I need you to teach me how to recognize blood and distinguish corpses?"

The Bloody Sect immediately fell silent, not daring to be smart anymore, and not daring to look directly into Ding You's eyes.

Unlike Feng Rugu's half-dead vision, Ding You was injured even more severely. His whole eye was completely wiped out, and half-smelling could not be penetrated. There was a scattered gloom around the light green left eye, like a sun dim. The beads slowly rolled back and forth in the sockets. Compared with his agile right eye, it looked like a dull glass ball.

At the beginning, Ding You exhausted all his wealth and committed a major case of "remaining the world". However, not only did he fail to realize his wish to unify the demonic path, he also turned a blind eye. Even the pleasure of "revenge" was extremely unhappy because he encountered a lunatic like Feng Rugu.

Over the past ten years, the Demonic Dao despised him for his own selfish interests and intensified the conflict between the Demonic Dao. The Dao Sect hated him even more for plundering talents and making bad plans. Therefore, Dingyou never lived a peaceful life and was exhausted all day long to escape the pursuit. His former glory disappeared. He was even betrayed by the boy named Lin who was betrayed by the beauty and beauty, selling favors, and operating a small unstoppable sect. Now, he is already very powerful.

After escaping, the stray dog ​​became more and more miserable and miserable, leaving only a heart that was extremely suspicious.

He made the idea of ​​poisoning, but when Feng Rugu really got into his trap, he became suspicious again.

He asked his bloody disciple: "Is it really that simple?"

When asked by the sect leader, the bloody disciple's excitement was reduced by three points, and hesitated: "What the sect leader mean is that Feng Rurugu is deliberately trapped and leads you there?"

Dingyou gritted his teeth and said nothing.

He knew that his suspicion had become a chronic disease.

Over the years, he has been running around, but has accomplished nothing, because of this heart.

Many times, things can be done, but he is worried and suspicious, causing the opportunity to be lost and regret it too late. As a result, he mingled around and arrived at such a ruined field.

Now, after finally having the opportunity to solve this inner demon himself, he is still confined to a suspicion and delaying his progress?

"Actually, the sect leader doesn't have to go there in person." The bloody disciple knew his sect leader's suspicious nature, but he didn't know his knots about Feng Rugu's heart, and said to himself, "The Feng surnameds have already activated their killing spirit and slaughtered the entire Qingyang Mountain. When he wakes up, he will suffer..."

Ding You interrupted him: "No, if he really sucks into his heart, I will go."

Only by killing Feng Rugu with his own hands can Dingyou have the opportunity to be freed from his heart.

This is not a moment of anger, but a fate and necessity that he cannot escape.

As he said that, he raised his hand and stroked his glass bead-like eyes, and said quietly: "...but you must be more cautious."

In the second half of the night, the sky covered the moon, and two thin white shadows ran between the vast hills, with wide mouths on both sides, making them look stiff and smiling.

These two smiling paper men cut out their eyes, nose, mouth and ears, opened their seven orifices, and put a little black blood on their foreheads, locking a little soul, so that they can listen, see, and smell.

They made a cheerful guttural sound and plunged into the Qingyang Mountain area.

The Qingyang Mountain protection formation is still there, which is the result of the main mountain blocking of Guanshan Mountain in the Sun.

However, the disciple who was responsible for guarding the eyes of the Nanshan Formation was already on the ground, his eyes widened, and a terrifying hole was opened to his throat. The wound turned white, and the blood had already flowed from the gap. It was a tragic look of dying without any recession.

The paper man stepped on the blood on the ground, his thin little feet made a sound of paper, rustling across the ground, and exploring the depths of the mountain.

However, they haven't come far.

When they passed through the main hall and came to the statue of Zhang Daoling's Heavenly Master, a paper man seemed to have noticed something and turned his head.

The next moment, a phantom paler than paper passed by, strangling the throat of a paper man with one hand, and two points of inspiration were poured into fingertips. With a little force, the paper man suddenly lost his soul and shattered into pieces.

The figure standing in the snow-like paper is Han Jing, who is not wearing a veil.

He quietly swept away the paper on his shoulders, lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.

He knew very well that with Dingyou's suspicious nature, he would not imitate the stinky fly. When he smelled the bloody smell, he would come here to check the results. He would only send outposts to confirm the situation in the mountains before he would decide whether to come.

Therefore, Feng Rugu and others not only had to seal the cave to retrieve blood, but also created a bloody mountain-slaying illusion, so that Dingyou could fall into the trap with confidence.

Feng Rugu cannot use spiritual power, like a Gu, the remaining Haijing, Luofuchun, and Sang Luokuo, and no one can create an illusion that can easily deceive Dingyou. Therefore, this illusion can only be created by that person.

only……

Han Jing shook his head helplessly, waved his sleeves and filled the wind, cleaning the ground with shredded paper, leaving only the cold frost.

Since the blood is fake, there will be no blood-stained footprints where the paper man walks.

If the paper man looked back and the person who was controlling them could immediately know from this mistake, it was a illusion.

Han Jing lowered his eyebrows and thought, he still won't lie like this.

After thinking, he moved his long skirt, turned around and escaped into the darkness, and went to the illusion to check the situation elsewhere.

...Han Jing didn't want it. Dingyou, who had long become a frightened bird, gave up his plan to come up the mountain because of some details.

On the contrary, he really hoped that Dingyou would go up the mountain and hoped that he would be a little smarter.

Only in this way can his plan be implemented smoothly.

...

The crushing of the paper man did not arouse Ding You's alertness.

On the contrary, the cruel method of tearing the paper man is enough to prove that someone is running crazy on Qingyang Mountain at this moment.

Dingyou sent out seventeen or eighteen paper men in one breath. One of them caught a glimpse of a figure from a distance by the bamboo forest when he was wade into the bamboo forest.

The madman walked away with his sword, his expression of confusion and uneasiness, and he flipped over the corpse on the ground, as if he wanted to find even a living mouth.

He found a corpse, turned the man over, squatted under the dark sky, slapped the man on the cheek, eager to wake him up.

After sensing an abnormal evil spirit surging nearby, Feng Rugu raised his eyes suddenly and swung his sword, and the paper man became powder.

Dingyou is connected with the paper man's spiritual consciousness, and when he comes into contact with the pair of familiar eyes, Dingyou has an instinctive hair standing upside down.

However, after the paper man was crushed, Ding You thought about it carefully and realized that the man's eyes were extremely weak, two parts confused, three parts cramped, like a rabbit who was trying to pretend to be fierce and grinned.

...It doesn't look like Feng Rugu himself.

Ding You was stunned for a moment, frowned slightly, and raised his hand to stroke the left eye again.

Over the past ten years, Feng Ruju has indeed changed a lot.

Since he learned that Feng Rugu has arrived in Qingyang Mountain, he has been repeating this action.

Now that he saw Feng Rugu's appearance, the doubts he already had in his heart became even more intense, but he refused to say it out loud, and only secretly cared about the pros and cons in his heart.

I don’t know how long he thought with his eyes closed, but he stood up and said to the bloody disciple in the seat: “Let’s go. Let’s meet this Yun Zhongjun for a while.”

The bloody disciples cheered up: "Yes, the sect leader!"

The bloody disciple who was closest to Ding You saw that Ding You had a different expression, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Sect Master, do you really want to see him? Isn't it better to let him die for himself?"

"Finding oneself?" Ding You smiled strangely when he heard this, "I'm afraid that his 'finding oneself' would be strange."

...

In the courtyard, the copper ball decorations in the wind and rain lamps were blown to make a clanging sound.

All the fields are quiet, and the sound of cicadas is cut off, like a lifeless mountain of death.

Feng Rugu's room was turned off, but he did not sleep well.

He destroyed another longan tree cultivated by Guanda Mountain Lord, touched the darkness and stole one by one, and did not rest in his heart, and he was thinking about all kinds of thoughts.

Now, the senior brother has used the "life" of Yishan disciples as bait and used his appearance to show Ding You a good show of being crazy.

Although Feng Rugu had no confidence in his senior brother's acting skills and wanted to go on stage in person, he gave up after thinking for a while.

The reason is that he has always suspected that the swordsman of Tang also took the opportunity to sneak into the mountains.

If you go out and wander around alone, if you meet him, it is hard to guarantee that he will do it with him.

Although he didn't know what he was trying to force himself to use force and fall into a demon, Feng Rugu still didn't want to fulfill his wish easily.

Tang Daoke will not care about it for the time being. Dingyou has suffered so much in recent years that he has long since shrunk. He must have sent someone to inquire to ensure that the situation in the mountains is under control before he is willing to go up the mountain.

Feng Rugu never underestimates Ding You's hatred for him. Once he confirms that he has indeed fallen into his trap, he will never give up the opportunity to torture himself and avenge his previous shame.

Tushan Illusion was created by his senior brother. With his cultivation level, there is no problem in maintaining it, I am afraid that there will be some omissions in details.

However, Feng Rugu cannot use spiritual power to lie, nor can he enter the illusion to correct it, so he can only rely on his senior brother in everything.

In this way, I have the same side as I am, and I have been protecting each other for a long time. My senior brother can protect himself. No matter whether it is Tang Daoke or Dingyou, I can't get close to me.

In addition, Feng Rugu couldn't think of any other way to interfere with him and force Ding You to do it himself.

When Feng Rugu slowly ate a plate of longans, a large piece of demonic energy suddenly exploded outside, and blood mist came over the sky. Even Feng Rugu, who had no spiritual power, felt the evil energy that was so engulfed.

The sound of fierce killing mixed in the blood mist sounded extremely bizarre and terrifying.

...Dingyou actually led his troops to attack in a big way?

This was somewhat beyond Feng Ruyuan's expectations.
To be continued...