Chapter 163 162 Meet Enri, Demon Baby Sacrifice (91K Words Long Chapter, Please Subscribe)

Chapter 163 162. Recognizing Enri, Sacrificing the Demonic Baby (9.1K words - please subscribe for the big chapter)

Snow Country, Fire Worshiping Demon Sect, Zhengyang Peak.

Song Yan took a deep breath, mustered up his courage, and walked towards the palace where the sword cultivators of the Southern Wu Sword Sect stayed - Tingxue Palace.

The young monk happily decorated the Tingxue Palace. When he saw him coming, he recited the words "Master" and then led him directly to Yu Xuanwei.

Yu Xuanwei is making a formation disk.

There is abundant profound energy here, which is much better than the bitter cold land where the sect was originally located. However, despite this, she still has difficulty maintaining the realm of the pseudo-mansion, and has to consider reselling some things in exchange for mysterious jade.

Naturally, what she sells is "formation".

Over the years, since she entered the realm of the Puppet Mansion, she has also been "selling battles for a living."

Hearing the footsteps and seeing the person coming, Yu Xuanwei stopped her movements, breathed a sigh of relief, then changed her serious expression and went to greet him.

"Owner."

she shouted respectfully.

Song Yan glanced at her formation. The formation patterns were intricate, yet exuding simplicity. It was obvious that the young lady in front of her had become extremely proficient in all the formations.

"Did you get the inheritance from the Lingbo Ancient Clan?" Song Yan asked casually.

Yu Xuanwei only hesitated for a moment, then quickly took out a page of special golden paper from her arms, held it up and handed it over, saying respectfully: "I found it accidentally in the ruins of my clan."

Song Yan took the gold paper, looked at it again and again, and wondered: "It's been thousands of years, and things can still be overturned in the ruins? Could it be that someone dug a hole for you?"

Yu Xuanwei said respectfully: "The Nu family found the secret place based on some oral information passed down by our ancestors. It's a pity that this is the only discovery. As for digging holes, this formation is extremely powerful, has very good actual combat effects, and is in line with Lingbo Ancient Along with Shui Xuan, the Nu family has not seen the problem yet. "

Song Yan said: "What is the name of this formation?"

Yu Xuanwei said: "Ice Coffin Xuan Killing Formation.

This formation is extremely powerful in the Shuixuan Land. Once activated, the people in the formation will be quickly frozen and their lives will be burned. Even if it is the main formation of Zifu, even if it encounters someone of the same level, as long as it is restrained for a moment, the opponent will quickly weaken and die in the formation.

The slave family barely earns some mysterious jade by making this formation, and lives a comfortable life. "

Song Yan handed the gold paper back, followed it with a bag of mysterious jade, and said, "Go back and make a rubbing for me.

In addition, use this formation to set up some traps at Zhengyang Peak, which can be regarded as defense.

By the way, where are the ruins of your ancient Lingbo clan? "

Yu Xuanwei nodded in agreement, and then said: "It is now in the Ice Mirror Wasteland."

Song Yan said "Oh", and then didn't rush to leave. He sat down and chatted with her about the formation.

Yu Xuanwei originally faced the ancient tribesmen in front of her with an attitude of answering questions. As for "Array Dao", she didn't think the young man in front of her could tell anything. Therefore, she even planned to go to many places against her will. commend.

People always change, and she has to change too.

But as they chatted, she suddenly discovered that this young man really understood the formation, and even had deeper insights than her in some places.

At this time, Song Yan took the pen and danced the dragon and snake on the paper where she had sketched the formation pattern. She sketched out some formation patterns one by one from left to right. This was exactly what she had just painted on the "Ice Coffin Xuan Killing Formation" A corner.

"Xuanwei, look at these formation patterns."

"What happened to them?"

"They actually contain simpler and more mysterious trajectories. If they were purified, they would be the words of heaven."

"Tiandao text?"

"Tiandao characters are so mysterious that they cannot be remembered. Your Ice Coffin Mysterious Killing Formation has tens of thousands of strokes in total, but even the incomplete Tiandao characters only have a few thousand strokes. The complete Tiandao characters may only have a few hundred strokes, or even a few. Ten strokes.”

"Master, have you seen it?"

Yu Xuanwei's beautiful eyes widened in surprise.

Song Yan nodded and said, "I've seen it before."

Yu Xuanwei's breathing became rapid.

She has had an indissoluble bond with the formation all her life. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard that there were actually Heavenly Dao characters on top of the formation, and that the operation of the formation was actually just the Heavenly Dao characters mobilizing the power of heaven and earth.

"Master, does my slave have a chance to see the words of heaven that you spoke of?"

"What we have seen and heard in the clan. If we have a chance in the future, we can take Xuan Wei to see it."

"Thank you, Master."

The chat between the two fell into a brief silence.

Song Yan suddenly asked again: "Are you still used to living here?"

Yu Xuanwei nodded and began to talk about the hard times in the past. She said that when Nanwu Jianmen first came, it was actually okay, but then as soon as the fifty-year period passed, they began to suffer suppression. The disciples were scattered, scattered, and dead, with only dozens of them scattered.

Song Yan wanted to ask Su Yao and Cao Yuzhuang, but he resisted. After all, he still had to abide by the basic laws of identity. If the woman in front of him knew that he was Song Yan, there would be too many things involved, and he wouldn't be able to safely cultivate his mind of protection.

So, he continued to engage in awkward chat mode.

When they first started chatting, Yu Xuanwei thought that this ancient boy wanted to develop a relationship with her and conquer her. After all, for these young men from big families, women's bodies are not in short supply, but women's hearts are in short supply.

But as they chatted, Yu Xuanwei gradually realized that the young man in front of her didn't seem to be thinking about her, and she didn't know what he was thinking.

Time passed by, and soon in the evening, Song Yan made another request, asking Yu Xuanwei to take him to visit the current Tingxue Palace.

After visiting one place after another, the two came to the alchemy room at the corner.

In the room, a petite girl with a dull face, an unsmiling look, and disheveled hair was using a spell to blow air into the alchemy furnace.

The blazing fire dyed the female cultivator's cheeks lightly red, and her temples were already covered with white hair.

Yu Xuanwei introduced with a smile: "An Li, our sect's alchemist.

Master, don't blame her. She is obsessed with alchemy. When she makes an alchemy, she will not react even if the sky and the earth around her collapse. Ahem, An Li, An Li!"

She shouted.

The female cultivator in the distance froze, as if she was in hesitation.

Should she come or not?

If she comes, the alchemy has reached a critical juncture, and she may ruin this furnace of alchemy.

If she doesn't come, it seems... not so good.

However, Song Yan didn't let her entangle any more, but sniffed the fragrance of the alchemy and said: "This is a furnace of good alchemy, don't waste it."

Yu Xuanwei secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to say something else, she saw the young man waved his hand at her and said: "This seat is just a little interested in alchemy. You go and do your thing. I'll wait here to ask Master An for advice."

Yu Xuanwei: ? ? ?

Song Yan ignored her and found a table and chair under the window to sit down.

Yu Xuanwei naturally knew An Li's temper and was afraid that this stubborn alchemist would annoy the young master of the ancient clan, so she smiled and said, "There is nothing to do. I will stay here."

The fire burned quietly

There was no movement in the room.

Song Yan quietly looked at the female cultivator who was refining the alchemy at this time, and his past appearance flashed through his mind.

When he first met her, she was a girl with a burnt smell all over her body, gray cheeks, and natural curls of hair from high temperature. She flashed her eyes, stuck out her tongue and said that she was late, and called him a bad guy in surprise, and hurriedly ran away after the "blind date session" was over.

Later, when they got to know each other better, Junior Sister An Li became a light for him, and a bright flower bloomed in his dark and desperate heart. No matter what the scene was, as long as she was there, the sharp outline would be smooth, the cold ice and snow would be warm, and the scene would be beautiful and lovely, soft and tender, like the white clouds in the sky, the cotton wool in the wind, and the cotton candy in his hand.

When they parted, she cried bitterly, but she never thought that the farewell would be a farewell forever for her.

And now, her eyes were already lifeless, and she was stubbornly refining the elixir in front of the elixir furnace, with a look of being single-minded, as if she was dead, and no longer caring about what happened outside.

Song Yan came back to his senses, and his eyes looking at An Li had a little more uncontrollable tenderness in them.

He didn't understand before, but at this moment he understood one thing: if he still had pure good intentions, then the good intentions should fall on the female cultivator in front of him.

Not only because of the short time they spent together, but also because of his expectations, his memories, and his imagination. All of them were placed on the female cultivator in front of him.

Sometimes, you like someone not because the person is unique, but because your fantasy and your longing have covered her with the most luxurious clothes in the world, making her unique.

She may be old, but in your eyes, she will always be the same as when you first met her.

An Li is the one in Song Yan's heart, and the opportunity for him to break through the middle stage of the Purple Mansion.

Yu Xuanwei noticed this softness, and her heart began to be confused, but she didn't know why, but today she always felt that this unfathomable young man from the ancient clan had a kind of twist and fuss that was different from usual.

It was not until a long time later, when the elixir was completed in the distance and the fragrance of the elixir was overflowing, that An Li came from afar, bowed stiffly, and said: "Hello, sir."

No response.

Yu Xuanwei said, "Master?"

Song Yan came back to his senses and said softly, "Seeing Master An reminded me of an old friend."

After that, he smiled and said, "Master, can you make me a bowl of noodles?"

In the past, on Wenshui Island, the only thing Master An, who was good at frying the alchemy furnace, could do was to cook noodles, and the taste was ordinary and very ordinary.

An Li was stunned for a moment, and then said coldly, "No noodles."

Yu Xuanwei said hurriedly, "I will ask someone to go to the Demon Sect to get some."

An Li took a deep breath and said stubbornly, "I haven't touched these things for hundreds of years."

She bowed slightly and said, "Sorry, sir. I still have to organize the alchemy furnace, so I'll go first."

After that, she turned and left, not caring that the young man in front of her could decide the fate of the entire Nanwu Jianmen, nor how the young man would deal with her.

Yu Xuanwei said: "Master, I will give you the bottom"

Song Yan closed his eyes. He understood why the alchemist in front of him "did not touch these things for hundreds of years". He raised his hand and waved, smiling: "This temper is exactly the same as my old friend."

He stood up and said "Come again tomorrow", then glanced at Yu Xuanwei and said lightly: "You don't have to come."

Yu Xuanwei: ? ? ?

The next morning.

Song Yan made a little deduction and coordinated with the resources. It took 8 years to push his realm from the seventh level of Lianxuan to the ninth level of Lianxuan, and then waited for the blood of the crimson palace.

He vaguely remembered that he had broken through in the snake corpse market before. At that time, it took him 67 years to break through one level, but now. Even if he was only a low-grade earth Xuan root, with a good Xuan vein and sufficient resources, he actually shortened the time by more than ten times, and broke through one level in only 4 years.

There was a knock outside the door.

Princess Xi was outside the door.

Besides her, there was also Mu Lieyang, the leader of the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect.

When Mu Lieyang saw Song Yan, he bowed respectfully and said with a smile: "Your Excellency has misunderstood me. The fire you want is not a secret method, but a local specialty fire crystal."

After that, he took out a storage bag and presented it to him.

Song Yan took it and scanned it, and found that there were many small red and black crystals in it.

Mu Liyang said: "Whether this kind of crystal is placed on shadow puppets or paper figures, it can greatly increase their power, but there is a price. The price is that the shadow puppets and paper figures will soon be scrapped and become completely useless.

As for the leather-making art that the envoy wanted to learn, Elder Wang was a leader, and her skills were not as good as mine.

As for the Kung Fu, I have also brought it to you.

You see, if necessary, it can be exchanged for ancient clan contribution points. "

Song Yan nodded.

Mu Liyang immediately took out a piece of jade slip, raised his hand and waved it. The jade slip appeared in light, like a projector, projecting text in the void, showing the name of the technique and the basic introduction.

"Fire Observation Method": practice Xuan Gong method to draw fire into the body, and the fire Xuan is good at invading

"Fire Worship Kung Fu": Jiang Gong Kung Fu, fire also burns blood, the explosion is extremely powerful

"Ghost Infant True Sutra": Purple Mansion Technique, the fake ghost infant is connected with the divine infant. In the realm of Zifu, the ghost infant can be condensed, and then smoothly break through the divine infant.

Song Yan's eyes paused on the "Ghost Infant Manual", his pupils tightened, then he looked back and asked calmly: "Aunt Xi, what do you think of these three methods?"

Princess Xi said: "I heard that the "Ghost Infant Manual" is an incomplete technique. Master Mu, am I right?"

Mu Xianyang sighed: "Yes, this is not hidden from Shi and Princess Xi. The core of the "Ghost Infant Manual" is the refining of infants. It is said that this method of refining infants can smoothly break through to the realm of divine infants.

Thousands of years ago, my ancestor Wuhuan Zhenren stepped into the Divine Infant through this method, and then traveled north. Although contact was lost, he left behind good stories.

Master Wu Huan said that this method is particularly stable in breaking through the realm, far better than other methods. It is a pity that this breakthrough method has been wiped out. This matter is also an unspeakable scandal in the sect.

The family was unlucky, so the envoy made Princess Xi laugh. "

As he spoke, the fire-robed man held his hands with a sad look on his face.

Princess Xi grinned, revealing a set of strong teeth, and said with a smile: "Could it be that Sect Master Mu wiped it himself?"

Mu Xianyang smiled bitterly and said: "Princess Xi is joking, our ancestors have never wiped out the inheritance, why would I do this?"

Princess Xi said in a deep voice: "Master coming to practice in your sect is also a blessing for you, don't miss it."

Mu Liyang said: "If there is one, I will definitely take it out."

Princess Xi said: "Then take the inheritance jade slips and don't use perfunctory reproductions like this."

Mu Liyang said: "The power in the jade slip is so great that the envoy's current state cannot bear it. But I guarantee that if the envoy breaks through the Jianggong and Zifu realms, I will take the jade slip and show it to him face to face."

The two of them were talking to each other.

It wasn't until Song Yan said "change" that the two of them calmed down.

Princess Xi took the contribution points and gave them to Mu Liyang, who pushed the three replica jade slips in front of Song Yan and assured that "the contents of this jade slip and the inherited jade slip are generally the same, but they can only After absorbing the information once, if Song Yan breaks through the subsequent realm, he can look for the jade slips he wants to inherit at any time for comparison."

Song Yan raised his hand and put the three jade slips into his storage bag. Suddenly, a strange idea flashed in his mind.

The fire crystal that can "burn the shadow puppets, stimulate the shadow puppets, causing the shadow puppets to burst out with greater power", and the Ice Coffin Xuan Killing Formation that "can cause weakness and burn life" seem to have a little bit in common.

If he hadn't just come from Yu Xuanwei's place yesterday and directly seen the fire crystal today, he probably wouldn't have had such an idea at all.

However, the two seem to have nothing to do with each other, and they are completely unrelated.

In addition, could Zhang Han's "Ghost Infant Scripture" be passed down from this Fire Worshiping Demon Sect?

Song Yan's expression changed.

He always liked to remember these coincidences.

In his heart, every sect has its own secrets, and every country has its own secrets. His current status is just a life-saving talisman for him, so that others dare not touch him easily.

But if he wants to get something core from the sect and the country, then he will inevitably be involved in those secrets, even if he is a member of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, it is no exception.

At this moment, a white shadow flashed in the distance.

Miss Susu came gracefully with her feet on the ground, on time, ready to "study with the prince" and make leather together.

Mu Chaiyang glared at her coldly and said, "Elder Wang, take good care of the envoy."

He deliberately dropped the word "take care of" heavily, as if he was hiding an inexplicable threat.

Wang Susu's delicate body trembled, and she lowered her head and said, "Susu, I understand."

same day

The two made leather together again, and the hide was a low-level monster hide.

Wang Susu taught him seriously, and because of the close proximity, there would inevitably be physical contact during the process.

A few days ago, whenever Song Yan accidentally touched her, even if it was just his sleeve, she would shrink her hands in shock like a frightened rabbit or a kitten stepping on its tail, and then continue to teach him as if nothing had happened.

But today, after being accidentally touched, she stopped moving.

Accompanied by shortness of breath and chest heaving.

Song Yan thought of the "interaction between Wang Susu and Mu Xianyang" just now, and suddenly understood.

Junior Sister Susu wanted to convey that she was originally a pure woman, but now she was forced to have no choice, so she tried hard to get closer to him, and then she half-pushed and half-succumbed to accompany him to the cave and serve him well.

Song Yan was happy.

If he hadn't known what kind of old vixen Junior Sister Su Su was, he would have been fooled by her acting skills at this time.

I have to say, the road is quite deep.

So, soon

When their little fingers were about to touch each other again, Song Yan retracted his hand like a frightened rabbit.

Wang Susu was stunned for a long while, then bit her lip, with a look of pity in her eyes, but the look of loss flashed away, and she smiled again, as if she was not hurt by the boy's small action at all.

Song Yan simply sat opposite her, took out the skin, and pretended to make it clumsily.

For him, this was the "legal life-increasing time" that he finally regained.

The further the realm, the more life span he needed to deduce. He had to make good use of this time, as stable as possible, not to provoke anyone, and did not want any accidents to happen.

Afternoon

Song Yan took the initiative to end today's skin making and went to Tingxue Palace.

The noodles came up quickly.

Song Yan took a bite.

Something was wrong.

The taste was too good, and it was made too seriously. It was definitely not An Li's craftsmanship, but someone who was afraid that he would have a bad impression came out to "mix the pearls with fakes".

He subconsciously wanted to release his consciousness to verify his guess, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

If you want to find "protection" in ordinary and peaceful days, you should try to avoid this "cheating method".

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An Li did not accompany him to eat noodles, and did not even look at him. She was still refining the elixir in the distance, refining the elixir expressionlessly.

After Song Yan finished eating the noodles, he thought about it, and took the initiative to wash the bowls and chopsticks, and then went to the alchemy room to say goodbye.

An Li was indifferent.

Song Yan left alone.

Outside, Yu Xuanwei gave him the rubbing of "Ice Coffin Mysterious Killing Array", and asked carefully and tentatively: "Is the craftsmanship of Master An Dan OK?"

Song Yan glanced at her speechlessly and said: "You made the noodles, right?"

After that, he left Tingxue Palace without waiting for Yu Xuanwei to answer.

At night, Song Yan picked up "Ice Coffin Mysterious Killing Array" and "Ghost Infant True Scripture" and read them.

It is quite difficult to print the former on the panel, and it will take some time.

The latter is much more comprehensive than Zhang Han's version of "Ghost Infant Sutra".

But it is only comprehensive, not completely different.

This is enough to show that the source of Zhang Han's "Ghost Infant Sutra" may be here.

But it is not surprising. After all, more than a thousand years ago, when the ancient teleportation array was intact, there was indeed communication between the two sides.

In addition to the similar descriptions of "killing thoughts, protecting thoughts, and my thoughts", the "Ghost Infant Sutra" of the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect also adds some purple mansion spells.

And the ultimate goal of these spells is the purple mansion secret technique - the ghost baby statue.

"Ghost Infant Statue" and "Fengyun Futu Miasma" are both purple mansion secret techniques. They are a kind of power composed of one's own thoughts, like a "treasure", and are also the key for those who practice this technique to survive the small heavenly tribulation.

"Fengyun Futu Miasma" is to sacrifice a pagoda composed of a thought to suppress and kill others.

The Ghost Infant Statue is similar, but according to the Ghost Infant Scripture, the greatest function of this secret technique is not to attack and fight, but to increase the success rate of reaching the Divine Infant Realm.

Song Yan flipped through it for a while, roughly understood it, and then fell asleep on the couch.

The next day, when Song Yan came to the alchemy room of Tingxue Palace again, there was an extra bowl of noodles on the table.

It was very rotten, and the taste was far less delicious than yesterday.

But Song Yan just took a bite and breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that after Yu Xuanwei was pointed out by him yesterday, she did a good job of ideological work on An Li, and today's noodles were indeed cooked by An Li herself.

However, An Li deliberately made trouble and made the noodles very rotten.

However, Song Yan still ate the noodles clean, and washed the dishes and chopsticks carefully as yesterday, put them in the cupboard, and said goodbye to An Li.

And An Li just stared at the alchemy furnace intently, as if the boy in front of the door did not exist at all. In short, she looked like she was ready to die, doing her own thing, and not caring at all.

After Song Yan left, Yu Xuanwei quietly walked in from outside, glanced at the clean bowl, and asked in confusion: "An Li, do you know him?"

An Li shook her head.

Yu Xuanwei said: "I have been afraid that he will be furious today. Because I can smell that your noodles are burnt even though we are separated by a room, but he ate them all. Why?"

An Li said: "I don't know, and I don't want to know."

She turned her head and looked at the falling snow outside the window.

Yu Xuanwei said, "Please cook the noodles better tomorrow. We all depend on him now."

An Li was stunned and said, "He will come tomorrow? He..."

Yu Xuanwei sighed, "When he left, he told me that he would come not only tomorrow, but also the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and even every day after that."

An Li closed her eyes and said after a long time, "I understand."

Yu Xuanwei was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "A hundred years have passed."

An Li said, "I didn't miss Senior Brother Bai. I just wanted to make pills seriously."

The air was silent for a while, and An Li continued, "I'm tired of making pills. Master, let me rest for a while."

Yu Xuanwei left, and the room was empty. The female cultivator stared at the snow in the distance with a dull look. Some memories, some figures, and some laughter seemed to flash across the snow. But when she came to her senses again, those beautiful things disappeared and shattered, like bubbles, very fragile.

Suddenly, she lowered her head and covered her lips and coughed heavily, and a few bloodstains splashed on the back of her hand.

In order to make the Crimson Palace Pill, she devoted her life and collected a lot of experience.

However, her pill poison was already very serious.

Another day, when Song Yan arrived in the afternoon, he did not see noodles on the table, but only An Li.

An Li did not make pills today. Seeing him coming, she stood up and bowed, then tried her best to make herself look less serious and said: "If you want to tease An Li, please tell An Li what I should do, so that you will be happy."

Her face was pale and her eyes were filled with stubbornness.

Her innocence was gone, and she had no sorrow or joy.

Song Yan suddenly realized that he might have liked innocent female cultivators in the past because they made him feel comfortable, but now he suddenly realized that maybe he liked Anli's innocence.

If Enri lost her innocence, he would still like her stubbornness.

If he were not stubborn, he would like something else.

Seeing that Song Yan did not answer, An Li added: "If you want to find a Taoist companion, Master Yuzhang is much more suitable than me.

I am not beautiful, I am one hundred and thirty-two years old, and I have erysipelas.

My life is short, sir. What else do you want from me? "

Song Yan was silent for a long time and said, "Let's have a bowl of noodles."

Seeing anger flashing in Enri's eyes, not knowing what nonsense to say, he added: "For the last time."

Enri saluted respectfully and said, "Yes, sir."

She turned around and entered the dining room, and carefully ordered a bowl of noodles.

But even though she was serious, her craftsmanship was still average.

Song Yan held the noodle bowl, grabbed the chopsticks, lowered his head and started eating with a "snoring" sound.

He closed his eyes and ate the noodles seriously. For a moment, it seemed as if time had flown by and he was back in the small bamboo house on Wenshui Island a hundred years ago. The lake was reflected, the sky clouds fell into the sea, and he lived a peaceful life like a frog in a well. Apart from refining elixirs every day, he It's just that the two of them are in and out of each other, there's nothing complicated, everything goes by very slowly, and it's very unforgettable.

He wanted to play scheming, but he understood that "scheming cannot buy good thoughts." At this point in his practice, he must deal with it truly with his heart, instead of dealing with it with cunning as before.

He recalled, ate all the noodles, drank all the noodle soup, licked the bowl again, then put the bowl down and said, "It's delicious."

Enri looked at him blankly.

At this moment, she saw a familiar shadow on the boy in front of her.

The action of eating noodles is so familiar.

She closed her eyes, controlled herself not to think too much, and then said calmly: "I hope you will keep your word."

Then, she grabbed the bowl first and walked to the water tank aside.

After one night, the snow rarely stopped. The sun fell on the ice and snow all over the sky, and the reflected mountains and rivers were all white, as if they were shining.

Enri didn't make an elixir today because she lacked an important medicine.

A fellow disciple once went to a dangerous place to get medicine for her, but the dangerous place was in the ice wasteland, so she never returned.

Now, since she is in the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect, she can naturally go and see if the Demon Sect has such a drug exchange.

As for the redemption method, of course it is contribution points.

Zhengyang Peak's token has been made, and the sect can exchange items for contribution points. She brought a lot of elixirs she refined, which should be enough.

In the morning, she went out for a busy day. When she returned in the evening, she saw the figure of the ancient boy in the alchemy room again.

Enri frowned slightly.

But the young man ran to the dining room and served noodles.

He downed two bowls and said, "I'll take care of everything from now on."

Enri was stunned, her little hands clenched into fists, but she suppressed her anger.

After a while, the two sat across from each other.

Song Yan ate all the noodles, but An Li didn't move.

But the action of the boy eating noodles in front of her began to awaken some of her memories.

If she saw it by chance, she wouldn't think much about it, but she was obviously a member of the ancient tribe, but why would she do this to a lowly female cultivator like her?

After Song Yan left, Anli sat for a long time before grabbing her chopsticks, picking out a noodle that was already cold and about to freeze, and put it into her mouth. An inexplicably familiar taste came from her taste buds.

Senior Brother Bai can also make noodles, and they are very delicious.

But, how is it possible?

Enri's eyes turned red and she sniffed, but she didn't eat anymore, nor did she go to refine the elixir. Instead, she sat there, looking at the snow that looked rose-red under the setting sun, and stared at it until dark.

Time flies and one year passes.

Half a year later, Song Yanshouyuan's longevity steadily changed from "[Shouyuan: 143/8623]" to "[Shouyuan: 143/16523]". Princess Xi has also successfully collected three types of blood in the "Nine Bloods of Dragon and Elephant".

Song Yan took Princess Xi to look at Anli quietly. He only made one request: to do everything in his power to detoxify Anli and help her improve her realm so that she could reach the realm of the Puppet Mansion before the deadline.

Princess Xi could not agree.

Because Enli's erysipelas may be curable, but it is absolutely impossible to break through the pseudo-mansion before the deadline.

A young female cultivator in the early Jianggong period, her body was already fragile due to the torment of erysipelas. Even if there was no erysipelas, her lifespan would be twenty or thirty years at most. How could she break through to the pseudo-mansion realm in the remaining time?

Song Yan himself had no choice. In the past, he could still use the power of the "King Tiger" to turn people into ghosts, but now his world of souls is like a gray furnace. Anyone who is pulled into the world of souls will be Refined by his furnace. No matter how careful and controlling he is, the soul cannot escape from his control, cannot reincarnate, and cannot seize the body of an ordinary person.

There are gains and losses.

He became stronger, but he also lost the basic power of the Demon King and Tiger Blood, so he could no longer turn Enri into a Demon.

Because from the depths of his soul, he is a demon who is good at devouring and destroying.

After a year, Enri finally had no choice but to accept such a boy who forced herself to cook noodles.

Of course, it’s not just about cooking noodles, the boy will also start bringing other delicacies and even elixirs.

She could identify some of those pills, but not others, but there was no doubt that they were all quite expensive.

Their effects were either to detoxify or to increase cultivation.

An Li refused to eat, but the boy would force her to eat.

Today, the two of them finished the noodles again.

Song Yan prepared to leave as usual.

An Li looked at his back and suddenly said, "I don't quite understand."

Song Yan stopped and turned his head.

An Li said, "You obviously can't be Senior Brother Bai."

Song Yan lowered his eyes.

An Li said, "But you are the same as him in every way, except for your appearance."

Song Yan turned his head to look at the snow in the yard and smiled, "Come?"

An Li was stunned for a moment, and followed him into the yard blankly.

Soon, she saw the boy pinching a snowball, throwing the snowball far away in an arc, and "snap" lightly hit her right cheek.

The boy was smiling.

An Li murmured, "Impossible."

When she said "impossible", her eyes were red and tears were rolling in her eyes, but she continued to say "Impossible, this is impossible".

Slap!

She was also hit on the left cheek.

She closed her eyes subconsciously, and the tears she had kept slipped down her cheeks.

When she opened her eyes again, the boy was already standing in front of her, looking at her worriedly.

An Li stared at him, with a thoughtful look in her eyes, and said softly: "Take me to seize the body, I want to pick a big bad guy."

She had already arrived at the Crimson Palace, so naturally she had a chance to seize the body of an ordinary person, or even an ordinary cultivator. Now she had to try to seize it once while the deadline was not over and she still had the strength.

For no other reason, because she already knew who the person in front of her was.

Seizing the body was risky, but she had mustered up the courage to do it once for the person in front of her.

She knew that she must not say the name of the person in front of her.

Senior Brother Bai has taken over the body of a Wuxiang clan member. If anyone knows about this, Senior Brother Bai will certainly be chased to the ends of the earth by the ancient clan, and then his soul will be scattered.

Thinking of this, the little female cultivator suddenly became afraid. She hurriedly reached out to push Song Yan, saying, "You are too abnormal. You can't do this anymore. Did Princess Xi bring you all those elixirs?"

She became more and more angry and anxious as she spoke, and then she said coquettishly, "How could you do this?!"

Song Yan grabbed her hand, hugged her in his arms, and said, "It's okay."

That night, Song Yan returned to his house and grabbed the "Ice Coffin Mysterious Killing Array" to continue studying.

Suddenly, his panel lit up and new information emerged.

However, the name that emerged was not "Array Dao·Ice Coffin Mysterious Killing Array".

It was "Array Dao·Demon Infant Ice Mysterious Sacrifice Array".

Song Yan's pupils shrank, and he stared at the four words "Demon Infant" and "Sacrifice".

The intuition of rolling on the edge of danger for many years made him feel something was wrong, and he immediately concluded that someone had laid out a plan on this land. Whether it was the "Ghost Infant Sutra", the fire of the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect, or the "Ice Coffin Mysterious Killing Formation", they might all be part of the plan.

This plan was so big that it started a thousand years ago.

Otherwise, Zhang Han would not have gotten the "Ghost Infant Sutra".

He turned his head to look out the window.

The falling snow floated white, and the red flames on the land of the snow country were still burning quietly, bringing warmth to the people, madness to the shadow puppets, and strength to the monks, but its essence was just a sacrifice, a sacrifice to that demon baby!

What is a demon baby?

Song Yan happened to know.

He did not stay in the ancestral secret realm of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan for nothing, and naturally read a lot of information during that time.

The demon baby was one of them.

This thing is similar to the demon monk, belonging to the same sea of ​​suffering, but it is not a monk who combines the obsession of Buddhism, but a deep evil thought from outside the domain, which is a system of demons.