In the mine, the temporary simple wooden house was ventilated from all sides. Fortunately, a bunch of demon fire was lit in the middle, which barely dispelled the cold chill in the bones.
Su Ruohuan squatted by the fire, rubbing her frozen hands, and glanced erratically towards Lin Qingyang. Lin Qingyang was leaning in Cang Mo's arms, and her hands were naturally stuffed into his arms to keep warm.
Su Ruohuan looked at Cang Mo, who was just a black-haired boy, and now suddenly turned into a silver-haired enchanting young man.
This mistress doesn't look like a human being! Su Ruohuan muttered secretly in her heart, but under Cang Mo's cold eyes, she didn't dare to ask any more questions, and even moved her gaze from Lin Qingyang to the door in an interesting way.
Xue Lanyuan was sitting on the rickety broken wooden chair at the door, barefoot, with long blue hair hanging down on the ground, expressionlessly looking at the depths of the frozen mine outside the door.
Jin Buhuan bent down in front of her and waved the fan, Xue Lanyuan didn't even blink.
Seeing that she didn't respond, Jin Buhuan stretched out his finger and poked Xue Lanyuan's arm. Almost as soon as he touched it, a layer of white frost climbed up his fingertips.
Jin Buhuan made a hissing sound, quickly waved his hands and took two steps back, then put his fingers to the fire to bake.
"Actually, she doesn't look much different now than she did before." Jin Buhuan said while rubbing her hands, "She was so dumb before and couldn't hold back a word for a long time."
Mo Yan was sitting across from the fire. Hearing this, he raised his head and glared at him speechlessly. "She is like this, and you are still kidding."
"Where do you think she has been all these years? With her appearance, she should easily attract attention outside." Jin Buhuan asked strangely.
Mo Yan and Lin Qingyang are also a little strange. They have sent people to look for her over the years, but they have never been found. Everyone thought she was dead.
Lin Qingyang looked at Xue Lanyuan and said with some confusion, "And all the Otherworldly Demon I met before were driven crazy by Demonic Qi. She lost her mind and killed anyone at the sight of her. But instead of going crazy, she actually took the initiative to freeze the mine to prevent the corpse blood from spreading and save people."
Jin Buhuan tapped the palm of his hand with the fan bone and said thoughtfully, "The reason why Otherworldly Demon goes crazy is ultimately because the Demonic Qi that enters the body will amplify the greed, anger and ignorance in people's hearts. Hate. The deeper the obsession and selfish desire in a person's heart, the easier it is for him to be backlashed by Demonic Qi and become a monster who only knows how to kill. If you want to suppress Demonic Qi, you must be strong enough to be able to turn against the enemy."
"Is her cultivation so high?" Mo Yan asked in surprise.
"Of course not. I'm afraid no one can do it today." Jin Buhuan looked at Xue Lanyuan with a somewhat complicated look in his eyes, "She is not crazy. It should be because she has no desires and desires and her mind is so pure. Like a piece of white paper, Demonic Qi got into her body, and even if she tried to find some dark obsession to amplify, she couldn't find it. By accident, the huge Demonic Qi was absorbed by her body without distracting thoughts."
Jin Buhuan said with a deep voice, "But Demonic Qi still washed away her Divine Sense, washing away her few worldly emotions and memories. Now she has no joy, anger, sorrow, past and future, only her deepest instincts."
"Is there any way to recover her?" Lin Qingyang asked.
Jin Buhuan was silent for a moment and slowly shook his head. "Demonic Qi has completely integrated into her meridians and Spiritual Root, becoming a part of her body. As far as I know, this situation can no longer be reversed."
The cabin was quiet for a moment, with only the crackling sound of burning firewood remaining.
Mo Yan lowered his eyes and clenched his fists on his knees. Su Ruohuan looked at Xue Lanyuan with a little regret.
Lin Qingyang was silent for a while and then said, "No matter what, it is a good thing to be alive. The world is big and there is always a way."
Mo Yan also nodded, and then his expression became solemn. "The top priority right now is to find the Corpse Blood Tai Sui first. Although this place is frozen, I don't know how long Xue Lanyuan's cultivation will last. We have to find this monster before then."
Jin Buhuan frowned and said, "But this mine is not small. Who knows where this monster is hiding now?"
Lin Qingyang looked at Xue Lanyuan, thought for a moment, stood up and walked to the door, squatted down in front of Xue Lanyuan, and looked straight into those ice blue eyes.
"Xue Lanyuan." Lin Qingyang said in a gentle tone, "Do you know where that Corpse Blood Tai Sui is now?"
Xue Lanyuan looked at him without any trouble, like an exquisite ice sculpture.
"It's useless to talk to her, she doesn't understand at all now..." Jin Buhuan said helplessly from behind.
Lin Qingyang ignored it and continued to look at Xue Lanyuan. He even raised his hand to make a sharp knife gesture. "We are here to help you. You take us over and we will help you chop up that disgusting thing, okay?"
Xue Lanyuan still has no response.
Lin Qingyang sighed, thinking that it was still too much, and was about to get up and think of another way.
Suddenly, Xue Lanyuan's arm hanging by his side slowly lifted up.
Amid everyone's astonished gazes, she stretched out a finger with blue nails, crossed Lin Qingyang's shoulder, and pointed straight out the window. The direction she had been looking at just now was the center of the mine.
Jin Buhuan looked surprised. "Is this okay?!"
At the same time, outside the mine.
The sun has already sunk halfway into the mountain line, and its dim afterglow shines on the bare rock walls, but cannot penetrate the lifeless white fog. As the sky gets darker, the fog looks increasingly eerie and weird.
Su Jingui was pacing back and forth anxiously. Feng Shu and several Myriad Spirits Sect disciples were standing by, with their hands on the hilt of their swords, staring solemnly into the depths of the mist.
Suddenly, the white mist rolled.
"There's someone!" A sharp-eyed disciple pointed forward and shouted.
Everyone was refreshed and saw two vague figures walking out of the thick fog. Looking at their clothes, they were the Myriad Spirits Sect disciples who had disappeared before!
"Great, there's still one alive!"
The two disciples staggered towards this side, swaying as if they were overwhelmed.
Feng Shu also hurried up to meet them. When he got closer, he saw that the faces of the two men were so pale that there was almost no trace of blood. One of the disciples seemed to have stumbled on a stone on the ground and fell to his knees with a "plop".
"Are you okay?" Feng Shu subconsciously stepped forward and reached out to help the man's arm.
As soon as he touched the opponent, Feng Shu frowned suddenly. Under the wide sleeves, there was no elasticity of flesh and blood that a living person should have. They were so hard, as if there was only a layer of skin wrapped around dry bones.
At this time, the disciple who was kneeling on the ground raised his head without warning, and the corners of his mouth suddenly opened upward to an exaggerated arc. What made Feng Shu even more horrified was that deep in the disciple's mouth, there was no tongue or throat at all, only a ball of white and sticky filaments that were crawling crazily!
The next moment, the disciple's eyeballs dried up with a "snap", and countless white threads were sprayed out from the eye sockets and the torn mouth at the same time. At the critical moment, Feng Shu relied on the instincts he had practiced for many years, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot and flashed a few feet away. The white threads sprayed on the ground and were still squirming crazily.
Feng Shu turned to look at the disciple who was supporting another person and shouted, "Don't touch him!"
But it was too late, the white silk sprayed out and instantly covered the disciple's face!
"Uh--!"
The disciple couldn't even let out a complete scream. His body froze in place and twitched wildly. The white Tai Sui hyphae drilled hard along his mouth, nose, eyes and ears. Under the exposed skin of his neck, thick white veins quickly bulged out and spread rapidly towards his heart!
In just a few breaths, a large living person suddenly collapsed in a circle.
The surrounding Myriad Spirits Sect disciples were all dumbfounded. After half a second of dead silence, the crowd suddenly erupted into several altered screams.
Su Jingui, who has always been calculating and calculating, had never seen such a vicious battle before. He staggered and almost fell to the ground. He stepped back and shouted loudly, "Back! Get back! Don't touch them! Quick--quickly inform Immortal Alliance!"