Chapter 647

The ancient village of Qingshan, covered by clouds and mist, filled with aura.

The big devil stood with his hands behind his back, looking indifferently at the ancient painting hanging on the wall.

At this moment, there was a rare tenderness on his face.

To be honest, the moment Qin Chu mentioned the Holy Son of the Holy Cult, he felt a conspiracy.

It's just that he couldn't figure it out.

If Ling Xiao is really the holy son of the Holy Church, and Chu'er falls into his hands, he will have a way to pry open his soul sea and investigate everything.

But not only did he not do that, but he saved Chu'er's life, and...intentionally mentioned the sword demon.

When the sword demon fell, a ray of remnant soul never died.

Wen Ruyu once speculated that either he escaped or fell into the hands of the Holy Cult.

even! The latter is more likely.

Until a few days ago, when the last ray of the sword demon's soul was extinguished, to be honest, Wen Ruyu always felt uneasy in her heart.

After all, the Sword Demon knows too many of their secrets.

However, since the holy religion has never been able to find Nanjiang, it means that the sword demon has not betrayed everyone, nor has it been controlled by the god.

At least not for a hundred years.

But the sudden arrival of the holy son of the Holy Church, could it be related to this matter?

For a hundred years, Wen Ruyu has been thinking about the woman in the painting all the time.

Although he knew that seeing the holy son of the holy religion was extremely risky.

With the ruthlessness of the divine master, this move is likely to be a way to lure the snake out of the hole.

But he didn't want to miss it, didn't want to miss any chance to know about Miss Ye.

Therefore, he decided that he would go to see the Holy Son alone.

At the same time, go to see, the wind is far away.

Do you dare to kill my disciple Wen Ruyu?

Is it because I can't hold the knife anymore, or is it that you, the great elder of Xianxuanzong... have drifted away?

Oh, people's hearts will change as expected.

In the end, Wen Ruyu picked up the pen and paper, left a word, and disappeared.

In the main hall, Ling Xiao hid in the void, looking coldly at Qin Chu below, with a smile on his lips.

He had expected that this disciple of the six demons would inevitably send a letter to several great demons.

However, listening to the demon's intentions, he was very cautious.

only! !

Now that Qin Chu is in his hands, even if that great demon is concerned about the holy religion, he doesn't even care about the dead sword demon.

But Qin Chu was their only painstaking effort in the past hundred years. Once he fell, the efforts of the six demons would be completely in vain.

Therefore, Ling Xiao guessed that the big demon will come, and it is more likely that he will appear in front of him in another identity.

Players naturally don't focus on one person.

Qin Chu's role is probably equivalent to a lure.

This is a conspiracy, Wen Ruyu has no choice.

Xianxuanzong, the seventh peak.

Feng Ruge sat upright, looking coldly at Chen Qingshan in front of her.

"Little brother, tell me all the details of your acquaintance with that witch!"

Although Feng Ruge felt that this ordinary junior was like a man of destiny, she also found out Gu Ci'er's identity.

However, now that she has more contact with Ling Xiao, instead of feeling close in her heart, she has become more and more afraid.

That young man was calm and ruthless, seemingly gentle and refined, but Feng Ruge always inadvertently saw evil intentions in him.

Getting more and more confused, she found that she couldn't see through Ling Xiao at all.

Unlike Destiny, more like a villain, but can kill Destiny.

"Senior Sister... Can you stop calling her a witch? In fact, I found out that demon cultivators are not necessarily bad guys..."

Chen Qingshan muttered something in a low voice, but seeing Feng Ruge suddenly raised his jade hand, he was so frightened that he hurriedly backed away a few steps.

"I said I said."

"Ci'er and I met in the Nether Stream of Wangui Mountain..."

Listening to Chen Qingshan's affectionate speech, Feng Ruge's originally tense heartstrings gradually relaxed.

"So, what you mean is that the two of you were trapped in the Nether Stream that day, and it was already a fatal situation, but you accidentally found the inheritance of a great demon?"

"Well, but I'm not interested in that inheritance, senior sister, don't worry, I know my identity!"

Chen Qingshan nodded with a serious face, and a delicate and fair girl's face gradually appeared in his mind.

"So, what you mean is that Gu Ci'er accepted the inheritance of the ancient great demon and opened the ruins, so you were able to escape from danger?"

Feng Ruge nodded lightly, she couldn't be wrong.

The two ants fell into the fallen place of the ancient great demon, not only did they not die, but they were actually inherited.

If it is said that the two of them have no luck, would you believe it?

Besides, since ancient times, if a righteous disciple falls in love with a demon girl, most likely this disciple...will become a demon.

And that witch girl should die.

But, how can we subtly call these two people to fight Ling Xiao?

Feng Ruge fell into deep thought.

Gu Ci'er has probably entered the game now, and the next step is the time to really test her acting skills!

"Senior Sister? Senior Sister?"

It wasn't until Chen Qingshan's voice came from beside her ears that Feng Ruge frowned, and looked at the young man in front of him coldly.

"Little brother, you don't have any secrets to hide from me, do you?"

"Master...Senior Sister..."

A trace of panic flashed in Chen Qingshan's eyes

, and Feng Ruge's heart trembled suddenly.

really! !

This little bastard is indeed hiding a secret.

"Senior sister, I have a secret, I don't know if I should tell you..."

"Senior Sister has told you all about practicing Poison Kungfu, so what are you worrying about?"

Feng Ruge Chun Chun induced, as for the layout, of course, one must have a comprehensive and thorough understanding in order to be able to arrange it skillfully.

The Son of Destiny doesn't have a golden finger, is it possible?

"I found out that my golden rod...can...can suck blood!"

"Um?!"

Feng Ruge lowered her head, looking at the long red gold stick tightly held by Chen Qingshan, a thought flickered between her brows.

"How did you find out?"

"That day in Nether Stream, there were many monsters. With Ci'er and I's cultivation base, we were not the opponents of those monsters, but..."

There seemed to be a flash of fear in Chen Qingshan's eyes. Obviously, what happened that day also left some shadows in his heart.

In fact, since returning to the mountain, Chen Qingshan also thought about throwing away the golden stick.

But no matter where he threw it, he could always see it next to his pillow when he woke up the next day.

In the end, Chen Qingshan gave up.

Besides, this golden rod only behaved a little strangely when he was alive and dead.

Normally, it is just an ordinary spiritual treasure, and even the master has not noticed the clue, so it must be even harder for others to detect it.

"I see."

A brilliance suddenly bloomed on Feng Ruge's pretty face.

Then, she took out a Qiankun bag from her bosom, took out a few pills, and handed them to Chen Qingshan, with an inexplicably serious expression on her face.

"Junior brother, in the past, my senior sister taught you not to fight with others. In fact, she was worried that you would get hurt! But this time the Tianchi battle is a time for us to fight for the face of the seventh peak and the master! I don't want to be looked down upon by others, let alone the master. No matter how despised you are! So..."

Feng Ruge took a deep breath, "Let's do everything together for the glory of Seventh Peak."