Volume Reading 913

Scratching like a bird's nest.

He is also reaching his limit.

He looked at the white flying patterns embroidered on the clothes.

If you have faith but no strength, you still can't be like that adult.

Ten years ago.

He is also a refugee.

On the way of crying and crying, he lost the last of his loved ones.

Along the way, he saw countless ugliness, selling sons and daughters, changing sons to eat each other, robbing and slaughtering...

In the end, he got out of that hell and became a loose cultivator with a little chance.

He is different from other cultivators.

He does not seek longevity.

He doesn't ask about ghosts.

He just wants to do his best to save the people from disasters.

But he was only a rookie in the Qi refining period, and he didn't have the ability to call the wind and the rain, and he was too poor to come up with any powerful spells.

So all he could do was to take the dozen or so victims to flee.

pity.

It all seems to be coming to an end.

The food stored on him was about to run out, and he dared not abandon these people to find new food.

He was afraid that as soon as he left, the last pillar in these people's hearts would collapse soon.

【If you don't have a heart, you can't live.】

"It seems that this is my home."

The young man leaned back, looking at the night sky, his fingers never leaving the pattern on his clothes.

That's no ordinary pattern.

He will also be afraid, and he will also be confused, but as long as he touches the pattern, all the fear seems to be worthless.

That is……

"What happened here?"

Suddenly, a voice like a clear spring sounded in the wilderness.

The young man suddenly opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was a rabbit... No, it was a girl who bent over and looked at him!

There was almost no starlight in the night sky.

Gray fog floated in the air.

I don't know if it's death or what.

Perhaps it is this kind of unusualness that enables the extraordinary encounter long ago.

dong dong dong.

The young man's heart rate increased several times.

His fingers that lightly touched the pattern rose to a fiery temperature, and he felt that it was the power contained in the flower of hope!

"Bai Bai Bai... Bai Lian, you are Saint Bai Lian!"

The young man jumped up quickly and looked at Bai Lian with disbelief.

Bai Lian hesitated and responded.

She wanted to deny it, but the fiery look in her eyes made her understand that denial would be pointless.

The young man who got the answer in the affirmative danced for a while.

It's like a long drought meets the rain.

His dying eyes were full of divine light.

"My name is Fang Yan, I... I just joined the White Sect a few days ago, and I was fortunate enough to listen to Senior Brother Gongliangshu."

"?"

Bai Lian was slightly startled.

What did she just hear?

Fairness?

That was the beggar she accidentally met when she went to pick up the fifth junior sister in Gucheng County. She vaguely remembered that Gong Liangshu was the top villain in the middle and late stages of "Battle of the Gods". After betraying Qianjian City, he turned into blood. The demons, as well as their own power, cut down dozens of elders and elders of the four major sects.

If "Sister Bai" does not work hard, Gong Liangshu will eventually die under the siege of the four major sects.

In this way, due to the great loss of the strength of the four major sects, the game will automatically transfer to the demon and chaos line.

But the game is the game, and the reality is the reality!

As Bai Lian had guessed before, the turmoil in Gucheng County completely changed Gong Liangshu's life trajectory.

His master Gu Jiu died, and he had no way to join Qianjian City.

If he does not practice the sword of Qianjiancheng, the obsession in his heart will not be infinitely magnified.

If there is no obsession, there is no point in turning into a Gorefiend.

If this Gongliangshu is not the same name.

look.

He has gone completely astray and joined an organization called baimen.

What a joy...

and many more!

Bai Lian's eyes suddenly narrowed, and finally fell on Fang Yan.

She increased her tone: "baimen?"

Fang Yan nodded and affirmed, "Baimen!"

Bai Lian suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

She had never practiced prophecy, but her hunches were always surprisingly accurate in this regard.

Perhaps this is a special ability similar to [Whim].

In short, Bai Lian asked tremblingly, "Which word is it?"

What bai are you talking about? !

Fang Yan smiled and said, "Of course it is the surname of Lord Shengjun!"

So baimen=white door?

Bai Lian shook his head secretly.

Let's not discuss the strange title of Lord Shengjun.

What she cares more about is what this white door is.

Before she could open her mouth to ask, Fang Yan took the initiative to explain: "The Baimen is not a sect in the traditional sense, but a loose organization. In detail, it is somewhat similar to the academic school of the mortals. Immortal cultivators and mortals from all over the world gathered together because of their reverence for the sage.

There is no sage, no elders, and no disciples here. Here, there is no distinction between high and low identities, only the depth of knowledge. "

"..."

The smile on Bai Lian's face completely disappeared.

Sima Mian is talking about her expression now, right?

She wanted to grab Fang Yan's neck and asked loudly, "Nima's, why? Who is trying to murder me behind the scenes?"

She had already flown so high that she felt uneasy when she slept.

Nice people, yes