Among the broken ice and rotten meat on the ground, the residual image of Array turned into specks of light and dissipated in the air, and the piece of minced meat wrapped in the demon pill completely disappeared.
"What's going on? Someone passed the demon pill away!" Su Ruohuan's eyes widened, and her hand holding the sword tightened.
Jin Buhuan frowned and said, "It must have been done by the person who put the corpse blood Tai Sui here. The demon elixir is immortal, so as long as the monster absorbs enough flesh and blood, it will be able to regenerate soon."
"Among the disciples who entered the mountain before, there are still two Myriad Spirits Sect who are missing." Mo Yan reminded with a sullen face.
Lin Qingyang frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said calmly, "If the people behind the scenes have tried their best to set up this kind of situation, they will never let it rot in the wilderness. If you want to cause trouble, it is natural to put the corpse and blood of Tai Sui in a crowded place, which will have the greatest lethality."
"A place with many people..." Cang Mo spat out three words coldly, "Myriad Spirits Sect."
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding air seemed to have cooled down. Myriad Spirits Sect was built in the center of the town, where merchants gathered, as well as countless mortals and low-level monks. Once the corpse blood broke out there...
Su Ruohuan obviously thought of this, and her face turned pale.
"And where is Xue Lanyuan?" Jin Buhuan looked around. There was only the sound of wind in the huge pit, "There was no one there just now."
Everyone looked around, and saw the wind blowing up the remaining snow on the ground. Not far away, a few scattered pieces of Tai Sui meat began to twitch and squirm uncontrollably, nourished by the death energy, trying to reunite.
Mo Yan's eyes turned cold, Thunderclap Mace pointed his finger in the air, and an electric arc struck over, directly burning the rotten meat into black ash.
"The demon elixir is not extinguished. If these remains are not dealt with cleanly, they will be in trouble again soon." Jin Buhuan sighed.
"We have to go back quickly to check the situation." Lin Qingyang made a decision immediately, "In this case, Jin Buhuan, you and Mo Yan stay here to clean up the remaining wreckage, and by the way look for the whereabouts of Xue Lanyuan. A-Qi, Ruohuan, the three of us will rush back to the Myriad Spirits Sect first!"
Everyone nodded. As long as Cang Mo could stay with Lin Qingyang, they would naturally have no problem with it. They saw him put his fingers to his lips, raised his head and whistled.
Not long after, several dazzling golden lights flashed across the sky, and the gorgeous carriage pulled by four golden Spirit Shadow Steed came through the air, slid on the ice for a while and then stopped in front of everyone.
Cang Mo skillfully lifted the car curtain, half-supported and half-hugged Lin Qingyang into the car, and sat down next to him.
Su Ruohuan also got in, and sat across from the two of them, watching the white-haired young man who looked like a murderous god just now, transformed back into the gloomy and handsome black-haired boy.
Spirit Shadow Steed neighed, and the carriage rose into the air, turning into a stream of light and speeding in the direction of the Myriad Spirits Sect.
The carriage was very quiet. Lin Qingyang was leaning on the soft cushions, his face a little pale. Spiritual Power had surged in desperation just now. Now, the powerful Spiritual Power that surged in instantly began to rush through the meridians uncontrollably, causing his blood to surge and his chest to feel tight.
Cang Mo saw that his face was not good, so he gently held his hand and stroked his back.
Lin Qingyang glanced at him and shook his head slightly, indicating that he was fine. Looking up again, he saw Su Ruohuan opposite, wringing her fingers and looking worriedly at the rolling clouds outside the window.
"Don't worry too much, Spirit Shadow Steed is very fast, Myriad Spirits Sect has a large protective formation, everything will be fine for a while." Although Lin Qingyang was equally worried, he still smiled and reassured.
Su Ruohuan nodded, looked away from the window, and fell on the black-haired boy opposite, and said carefully, "Master... could he be the Demon King?"
Whether it was the gossip that had been spreading a while ago or the iconic white hair and black sword just now, she could still see it no matter how slow she was.
Lin Qingyang chuckled lightly and said nothing, which was regarded as acquiescence.
Seeing Lin Qingyang keep smiling at her, Cang Mo's desire for exclusivity surged in her heart again. She frowned and glanced at Su Ruohuan coldly with a pair of wolf eyes.
Although Su Ruohuan was brave, she was only fifteen years old after all. When she was stared at by the legendary Demon King, she was so frightened that she shrank into her fur collar.
"Why are you looking so fierce all day long, why can't you smile?" Lin Qingyang bumped Cang Mo with his elbow angrily.
Cang Mo pursed her lips and glanced at him unhappily, but under Lin Qingyang's gaze, she still reluctantly turned her head and stared at Su Ruohuan, who was huddled in the corner. The corners of her mouth twitched, revealing a sly smile, and with the fierce light in her eyes that had not dissipated, she looked very perceptive.
The corner of Su Ruohuan's mouth twitched and she silently looked away. "Forget it... Master, please stop laughing."
Lin Qingyang glanced at Cang Mo speechlessly.
On the other side, deep in the frozen mine.
The ice on the cliff that had lost its magical power began to melt, and broken ice fell to the bottom of the valley one after another, creating waves of echoes in the empty valley.
Mo Yan searched carefully in the ruins, picked out a few pieces of minced meat hidden under the ice, and chopped them into charcoal with lightning. He glanced around and after confirming that the surrounding area was basically clean, he looked up at Jin Buhuan who was standing on the high cliff.
His body flashed and turned into a bolt of lightning, flying up to the top of the mountain.
Jin Buhuan is holding the staff, and countless tiny golden water bubbles float out from the top of the staff, blending into the wind and snow, and a few more bubbles slowly float back, melting back into the golden light.
"How's it going? Did you find anything?" Mo Yan asked.
Jin Buhuan shook his head. "Still looking. There's not even a shadow. I don't know if she has left the mine."
"But now that she has lost her mind, where can she go?" Mo Yan was a little depressed. After five years of searching, she finally found a living person, but in the blink of an eye she disappeared like a bubble.
Jin Buhuan made no reply, looking at the gloomy sky in the direction of the Myriad Spirits Sect, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
"What's wrong?" Mo Yan noticed something strange about him.
"I don't know why, but I keep feeling panicked. I always feel like something is going to happen." Jin Buhuan put down his staff. As turtle monsters, their clan is born with an intuition about good and bad luck that ordinary people don't have.
"What can happen to them?" Jin Buhuan said worriedly.
"With their combined cultivation, Human and Demon Clans, no one is a match for them. What could happen?" Mo Yan said.
Jin Buhuan did not answer. Instead of relaxing, his expression became more solemn. After a moment of silence, he suddenly thought of something and took out a piece of tortoise shell the size of a palm from his wide sleeve robe.
"What are you doing?" Mo Yan asked strangely.
"It's just waiting anyway, why not make a divination."
Jin Buhuan said, and sat directly on the ground, with the simple piece of tortoise shell suspended in mid-air in front of him.
I saw him forming a seal with one hand, a golden light shining from his fingertips hitting the tortoise shell, his eyes closed tightly, and he was mumbling something.
Mo Yan shook his head helplessly and stood aside with his arms folded, watching.
The wind was howling on the top of the mountain. I don't know how long it had passed before a very light "click" sound suddenly came from the air.
The sound was imperceptible in the wind, but it made Jin Buhuan tremble all over.
Then, click--click--
Several irregular cracks broke out on the surface of the suspended tortoise shell without warning, spread quickly, made bursts of crisp sounds, and then fell to the rock with a "bang" sound.
Jin Buhuan opened his eyes suddenly, but his eyes were fixed on the tortoise shell on the ground. The color on his usually cynical face was gone at this moment, leaving only the shock and panic that could not be concealed.
Mo Yan saw his damn expression, and his heart skipped a beat. "What's wrong? The result is not good?"
Jin Buhuan stretched out his hand stiffly, picked up the piece of tortoise shell with slightly trembling fingertips, stared at the crisscrossing cracks on it for a long time, and murmured, "How could this happen... This is impossible..."
"What's going on! What did you figure out?" Mo Yan anxiously stepped forward and asked.
Jin Buhuan slowly raised his head, with rare despair and confusion in his eyes.
"I'm counting Qingyang's Fate Chart." Jin Buhuan's voice was trembling, "There has always been a death calamity on his Fate Chart. He did die once before, and then used Nirvana Lotus to reshape Spiritual Root... Logically speaking, that death calamity should be broken."
Mo Yan breathed for a moment and stared at him closely.
Jin Buhuan clutched the piece of tortoise shell tightly and said hoarsely, "But I just saw his Fate Chart, and it hasn't changed at all! That death calamity... is still there!"