Chapter 113 112 The Devil's Heart Is Cunning, and the Dead Leaves Are Shocked (38K Words, Please Subscribe)

Chapter 113 112. The devil's heart is cunning, and the dead leaves are shocked (3.8K words-please subscribe)

Even though the quality of Grandma Fox's blood essence is only "three tails", Song Yan quickly possessed the innate talent of the multi-tailed fox clan after absorbing it - illusion.

He had illusion because the Hundred-phase Demon Body swallowed Grandma Fox and a demon fox shadow, plus the illusion he cast.

Under the superposition of illusions, he has stronger confidence.

Even facing the scrutiny of the great elder, his illusion will not be exposed.

This makes him feel at ease.

The reason why the "multi-tailed fox clan" blood essence was chosen as the important "second crimson palace blood" is that it is still possible to purify it, but the unique "nightmare beast" is not possible.

At this time, he has completed the digestion of this battle and even the previous battle.

"Nightmare beast blood", "Ice Hell Bracelet", plus the previous "multi-tailed fox clan blood", made his personal strength rise a lot.

In addition, the situation was also undergoing some subtle changes. At least there was a lot of buffer between him and the Shanhai Yao Clan, giving him both time and opportunity to see the truth.

In the bamboo house, Song Yan opened his eyes and looked at the twisted red light on the distant horizon outside the window, and the ripples caused by the energy collision on the sky.

Everything was slowing down.

The joining of the Great Elder and the restraint of the Blood Granny.

The battle was almost over.

Song Yan flipped his palm and took out the storage bag left to him by the Withered Leaf Sword Master. He carefully turned out the notes, refolded the two pages of the letter he had read before, checked them carefully, and then put them back to the middle and back end of the last notebook.

The number of pages, position, and angle were all the same.

After doing this, he began to sit cross-legged and wait.

At this moment, he felt that he had become a real White Embroidered Tiger, an ordinary Sword Sect disciple with some sword talent but a dead heart, and Song Yan. was the vest he threw outside.

If possible, he hoped that his peaceful life would not be broken by anyone.

Suddenly, Song Yan seemed to remember something, and hurriedly stood up, and then began to quickly prepare some healing soups, evil-washing soups, and the like.

He knew how terrible the evil spirit was. For cultivators who had not entered the realm of the Crimson Palace, if they were cut by the evil shadow, the ghosts in the evil spirit would desperately drill into the flesh and blood, making the wound impossible to heal.

The evil liquid in the retreat hall of Luoxia Bamboo Island was even more terrifying. Simply put, the Crimson Palace cultivators faced the evil liquid just like the Lianxuan cultivators faced the evil spirit.

Hula la.

Chi chi chi.

Song Yan quickly boiled the soup.

The fire in front of the courtyard rose, and the medicine cauldron in the backyard also burned.

Song Yan was busy here and there, taking and cutting medicine, and weighing and calculating the amount, and the pill formula was thrown directly on the table.

He was busy sweating, and the fierce fighting in the distance gradually slowed down as time went by, and it had dissipated and stopped by noon.

At the edge of the sky, many figures stopped inside and outside the formation.

They were high above, like the enemy and our army facing each other across the city wall, and seemed to be discussing something and talking about something.

At this distance, Song Yan could not hear a word.

However, he could not care about that.

Because there were more urgent and more important things in front of him, and he needed to solve them urgently.

Many disciples fell from the sky, some were covered in blood, some were pale, and some were already dying.

"Brother Bai, Brother Bai!"

"Brother Bai, this way, this way!"

There are many places on the Misty Sea where patients can be treated, but this battle was too tragic, and other places were full, so many disciples came to Song Yan.

Song Yan hurriedly called all the disciples in, and then took out the prepared evil-washing soup, healing medicine, etc., and quickly treated the wounded.

Soon, the originally empty yard was filled with temporary beds.

Song Yan checked them one by one, removing the evil spirits from the wounded without caring about his own safety.

Many sword cultivators had heard the story of this white tiger, and now they were all sighing when they saw his transformation. Some accompanied their companions, while others began to take the initiative to help Song Yan to bring soup and apply ointment, joining the ranks of healing.

After such a busy schedule, when he came to his senses a little, it was already evening.

Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief, raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat, looked left and right, and suddenly asked a sword cultivator beside him: "Have you seen Junior Sister Xiaojiu?"

The sword cultivator shook his head, and then looked around.

A sword cultivator with a high level of Xuan Lian asked loudly: "Have any of you seen Junior Sister Xiaojiu?"

Several people spoke up immediately.

"When I saw Xiao Jiu, she was at the Qing Moss Island in the northwest corner, fighting against the evil shadows that wanted to break into the formation with other disciples. I remember that they were a group of four-eyed dead vultures."

"I remember that Junior Sister Xiao Jiu was injured. There was a cut on her shoulder. The evil spirit was dissipating, and the wound was difficult to heal. It was bleeding all the time. I asked her to retreat and heal her wounds. Later, I didn't pay attention to it."

Song Yan glanced at those people, and his eyes quickly fell on a female cultivator who was hesitant to speak.

He remembered that the female cultivator was injured at the beginning, and it was Junior Sister Xiao Jiu who brought him to the Red Leaf Island.

Song Yan cast his eyes on her.

The female cultivator looked up and looked at Song Yan with understanding. She was silent for a while, and then said sadly: "Junior Sister Xiao Jiu is dead. Now her body is on Qing Moss Island, and is being cared for by some disciples to deal with it after the end."

The corpse of Ransha still needs to be dealt with in time, otherwise it would be bad if a ghost cultivator was raised.

Nanwu Jianmen had already reached a consensus on this point.

Cremation is the destination of every disciple.

Song Yan was stunned. He thought that the little girl would be injured again, come to this bamboo house again, and be treated by him again.

When he hadn't seen her for a long time, he thought that the little girl didn't come for so long because she was afraid of being embarrassed to see him, so she ran away to get treatment somewhere else.

The sword cultivator next to him seemed to have sensed something, patted Song Yan on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Bai, Junior Sister Xiaojiu is a true sword cultivator, don't be sad."

Song Yan looked at the sword cultivator, then looked at everyone, and suddenly bowed his hands and said: "Everyone, please take care of this place for me. If there are brothers and sisters coming later, please treat them with the evil-washing soup and healing medicine. I'll go to Qing Moss Island."

"Go, Senior Brother Bai."

"Junior Brother Bai, don't be too sad, everyone will die, die on the battlefield, die in the demons, it is a blessing."

Song Yan bowed his hands again, then took out the flying sword, turned the sword into a rainbow, and flew away quickly.

In a short while, he saw a circular island, and quickly landed. While he was looking for it in a hurry, he was soon led to a coffin by the disciples guarding this place.

The coffin was sealed to prevent the evil spirit from leaking out.

Song Yan pushed open the coffin lid, and the evil spirit inside rushed in, hitting his body-protecting Xuanqi, making a squeaking corrosion sound.

"Brother Bai, please accept my condolences." The guarding disciple said.

Song Yan said, "Can you let me spend some time alone with Junior Sister Xiaojiu?"

After that, he said, "Don't worry, I won't let the evil spirit escape."

The guarding disciple nodded and walked away.

When the surroundings were quiet, Song Yan looked at the little girl lying quietly in the coffin.

Her small body finally calmed down completely. The scar on her face was still there, and there was a deep hole in her heart, which was pecked by the beak of the demon vulture, and the evil spirit was squeaking out from the hole.

"I asked you to help me guard the bamboo house, but you didn't listen."

"Are you so eager to die?"

"What a stubborn. Stupid girl."

Song Yan lowered his head slightly.

At this moment, he didn't know what he was thinking, but he felt that his eyes were inexplicably hot.

Maybe, this is the tears of crocodiles?

He turned his head to look at the disciple who was guarding, and asked, "When will these bodies be cremated?"

The disciple shook his head, but said, "In the next two or three days.

The bodies that can be retrieved by relatives and friends will be retrieved by relatives and friends. If not, the sect will arrange a Feng Shui treasure land for proper burial."

Song Yan said, "Then can I retrieve the body of Junior Sister Xiao Jiu? I want to bury her."

The disciple said, "What is the relationship between Senior Brother Bai and Junior Sister Xiao Jiu?"

Song Yan said, "Friends."

The disciple was stunned for a moment and said, "Then Senior Brother Bai, please register."

Song Yan nodded, and after a moment, he carried the coffin away, and after a long time, he landed on a deserted island in the Misty Sea.

At this time, the sun was setting, and the water surface was rustling like rose-red fish scales, revealing sadness.

He chose a high ground with a good view, dug out a grave, and then put the coffin in, then opened the coffin lid, raised his hand and gently stroked Junior Sister Xiao Jiu's forehead.

A mysterious tiger stripe came out, and with a gentle pull, a soul was pulled out.

The soul seemed to sense something, and looked at Senior Brother Bai in great surprise, as if they had met for the first time in their lives, but in an instant it was merged into the tiger stripe and turned into a ghost.

Within seven days after a person's death, the soul still remains.

Although this is not an iron rule, it is definitely not something that a cultivator at the level of Lianxuan can escape.

After obtaining Junior Sister Xiaojiu's soul, Song Yan burned the body with fire, then raised his hand to call the wind, sent the ashes into a spirit box, and then put them in a coffin, buried in the tomb, and erected a tombstone with the words: Junior Sister Xiaojiu's Tomb.

On the way back, Song Yan heard a lot of cheers.

"The Great Elder is back!"

"Win!"

"The Great Elder has not been tricked, no matter how the Demon Sect plots, what can it do?"

"Evil cannot defeat good!"

He returned to Hongye Island in silence.

He remembered that there might be "supervisors" from the fox and wolf tribes, so the matter was not over yet.

When Song Yan returned to Red Leaf Island, the sky was already full of stars.

The bamboo house was still busy, and Song Yan joined in the busyness.

This busyness lasted until the next day.

At dawn, Song Yan, who was "tired" and sleeping in the corner of the eaves, suddenly heard footsteps approaching. He opened his sleepy eyes and first saw a pair of blood-stained boots, then saw a familiar figure, and then went up. It was the face of an old man.

"Teacher!"

Song Yan woke up, got up in a hurry, and excitedly went forward to give the old man a hug, "Teacher!"

The person who came was the Sword Master of Withered Leaves.

The Sword Master of Withered Leaves looked at him in confusion and said, "Follow me."

The two came to the small forest outside the yard, and the Sword Master of Withered Leaves said, "Where is the storage bag I gave you?"

Song Yan hurriedly took it out of his arms and presented it.

Without saying anything, Sword Master Kuye searched through the notes. When he saw the two letters intact in the last notebook, he was stunned again, then hesitated a little, and directly took out the first letter from the notebook and handed it out.

Song Yan took it with doubt and read it carefully.

As he read, his pupils dilated, his mouth opened slightly, and then he looked at Sword Master Kuye in surprise.

Sword Master Kuye sighed, and then said: "Your sword is upright. Even if you are not from my Sword Sect, you are still a righteous cultivator. How could I have any other thoughts?"

Song Yan sighed: "Teacher, I also want to admit it, but I am really not a person who seizes the body as you said."

The dead leaf swordsman sighed again and said: "You really want to force me to ask questions and then expose it?

Your Excellency Suo She, although you know something about Xiuhu’s recent affairs, if it was a long time ago, you may not know it at all. "

Song Yan scratched his head and said: "If time passes, the disciple may not remember it."

Kuye Swordsman said: "It's not that I don't remember it, it's that I don't know it at all. Even if you can give a vague idea, you can't do it."

Song Yan said: "Since teacher doesn't believe it, just ask."

The dead leaf swordsman said: "Okay!"

After saying that, he looked serious, thought for a moment, and then began to ask some questions about Bai Xiuhu's early years.

However, what surprised him was that the man in front of him answered fluently. There were even some things that he didn't know, but considering the situation, it made perfect sense.

The dead leaf swordsman didn't believe in evil and continued to ask.

But the more he asked, the more confused he became.

So confused.

The dead leaf swordsman gritted his teeth and muttered, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it." Immediately, he grabbed Song Yan's collar and said excitedly: "Tell me, you are the one who seizes the body, right? You are the senior of my sword sect." , right? Why don’t you admit it?”

Song Yan smiled bitterly and said, "Teacher, I really am not."

The dead leaf swordsman let go of his hand, distanced himself, and continued to ask questions.

The more he asked, the more he felt that he had made a mistake.

How could any senior Duo She know about something so long ago?

After a long while, he let out a long sigh, patted Song Yan on the shoulder, and said: "Today I know the word 'reborn', you must not deceive me."

After saying this, he looked at Song Yan with shining eyes, patted his shoulder with great joy, and said repeatedly: "Good boy, good boy, I never expected to meet you again in this life, it's so great! "

Song Yan slightly glanced at Junior Sister Xiao Jiu who was "obviously feeling very uncomfortable because of being the helper of a tiger" in the spirit world, then looked at the Dead Leaf Swordsman with concentration, and said: "Teacher, I am very happy that you can return safely."