Even if there was a trap, he had to bite the bullet. Shen Qingqiu bowed slightly and held out a hand. "Please?"
Shen Qingqiu narrowed his eyes. "You summoned my soul to lead him to the Holy Mausoleum?"
Tianlang-Jun's fingers slowly and rhythmically tapped the edge of the coffin, his pupils reflecting the dark green light of the tomb. He said cheerfully, "Good. Can I ask Peak Lord to help me? "
Shen Qingqiu was under great pressure to be in the same space as two Heavenly Demon bloodline inheritors, and there were also many demon nobles' dried and wet dumplings watching.
Zhuzhi-Lang's face reddened, looking very strange in the dark green candlelight. "Lord and Master Shen, please don't make fun of me."
Although he already had a premonition that it had something to do with Luo Binghe. Shen Qingqiu's heart tightened. He forced himself to be alert. "Luo Binghe? What does it have to do with him? "
… Although this family had a wide range of interests, they also achieved the same result through different means. They all had the same strange style. The son liked to hold corpses, the father liked to lie in a coffin.
Had they met face to face?
Tianlang-Jun said, "Indeed."
You've already brought him directly to the ancestral grave, what's the point of asking — wait, five years ago, cut in two?
Tianlang-Jun snorted and lowered his head. "How should I say this? I found out that he treats Peak Lord Shen very … "
Just a moment ago, he thought this person seemed like a reasonable person, but after talking, he found that he was no different from all the other ambitious life goals of "destroying the world, killing all the righteous".
Tianlang-Jun calmly said, "Of course there is a connection. Because none of the four great sects can be left alive. If Peak Lord Shen is still at Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, then he is also within this scope. He naturally doesn't want you to stay there. "
Shen Qingqiu was expressionless.
Shen Qingqiu couldn't understand this logic. He slightly recovered and looked at Zhuzhi-Lang. "What does wanting me to come to the demon realm have to do with repaying a debt of gratitude?"
No matter how pretentious, sitting in a coffin was too outrageous. Unless —
Shen Qingqiu suppressed his anger. "Qiu Haitang was also found by you?"
What a loyal hymn!
Shen Qingqiu noticed that it wasn't just the area where the arm was severed. Many parts of the arm, including the tendons, blood, and flesh, had turned purplish-black. It was especially shocking against the pale skin. Even below his collar, there was half a patch of faint black color extending out.
Shen Qingqiu didn't know what to say.
Shen Qingqiu reminded him, "Luo Binghe hasn't taken your original position yet, so he can't enter the Holy Mausoleum. Even if he wants to come, he can't."
Tianlang-Jun asked curiously, "Why do you think so? Of course not. I like people. I just don't like the four big sects. "
Shen Qingqiu raised his head to look. It was as if two bright yellow lanterns had been lit outside the hall. A pair of golden eyes, as large as copper bells, were staring in his direction. In the middle of the eyes was a vertical line, looking extraordinarily sinister.
"You and Su Xiyan's biological son."
Tianlang-Jun said unhurriedly, "Summoning Peak Lord Shen here indeed has my own selfish motives."
The reason why Shen Qingqiu's soul and the Dew Zoysia were so compatible was because, first, the Dew Zoysia was raised from his blood energy. Second, the Dew Zoysia was a spiritual energy plant, and Shen Qingqiu also used spiritual energy as the foundation for his cultivation. From an attribute perspective, the two were completely compatible.
He smiled and added, "On the contrary, I have a gift to give to the human world."
Shen Qingqiu's eyes swept over the murals in the mausoleum. He said perfunctorily, "The merit lies in happiness … Zhuzhi-Lang. After lying dormant in White Dew Mountain for several years, the opportunity has finally come. With such a capable subordinate, Tianlang-Jun is truly enviable. "
Shen Qingqiu glanced at Zhuzhi-Lang, who was standing silently to the side. He remembered his snake man form in White Dew Forest. It really was … a very tragic sight. But even so, during the years Tianlang-Jun was suppressed by High Mountain, he never left White Dew Mountain. When he obtained the Dew Zoysia, he didn't use it for himself, but helped his master sculpt his body without hesitation.
Luo Binghe's overall appearance resembled his mother, Su Xiyan, but more or less his father's shadow could be seen. For example, his eyes.
Zhuzhi-Lang said in a low voice, "Master Shen, Jun Shang said to wipe out the Four Great Sects. He won't leave a single person alive … I sincerely hope that when the time comes …"
Zhuzhi-Lang's foot slipped.
"What …" Before he could finish speaking, the ceiling of the mausoleum, which was inlaid with precious stones, suddenly collapsed in large pieces. The three people in the hall reacted quickly and moved out of the way. With a loud crash, a heavy object smashed down, landing in the center of the mausoleum. Smoke and dust billowed and crystal light flashed, revealing an enormous black shadow.
Sand and stones rustled and fell from the ceiling. Shen Qingqiu's feet were steady, but he swayed violently. He could faintly hear the earth-shaking roar of some creature in the distance. He said warily, "What is it?"
Shen Qingqiu's heart moved and he blurted out, "Jinlan City, the sower. This is the opportunity for me to sever all ties with Cang Qiong Mountain Sect? "
Tianlang-Jun moved the part he had reattached and said with a smile, "Excuse me. Speaking of which, we were able to leave White Dew Mountain because of Peak Lord Shen. "
Zhuzhi-Lang said, "One of the reasons has already been explained to Master Shen. The grace of a drop of water should be repaid with a spring. As for the second reason, Master Shen was not summoned by me … it's better to ask Junshang directly. "
Shen Qingqiu didn't understand, and it seemed that they didn't intend to communicate with him to make him understand. Tianlang-Jun brushed away a strand of dust that had fallen from his shoulder and said, "Peak Lord Shen, my nephew has been trying his best to help you sever all ties with Cang Qiong Mountain Sect since five years ago. What do you think? Are you willing to go with him? "
His entire body was covered in black poison, most likely from the Jade Snake's venom. Mu Qingfang couldn't find any wounds at first glance because the snake's fangs were small and hard to detect. Upon closer inspection, teeth marks could be found on the fingertips, heels, and other hidden places.
Tianlang-Jun gladly supported him and stood up. So it wasn't to hide some kind of weakness. Shen Qingqiu was slightly disappointed.
Zhuzhi-Lang lowered his head. Tianlang-Jun patted his shoulder as if to encourage him, "That was originally a small experiment to solve the Southern Border demon race's food shortage. I didn't expect Peak Lord Shen to be present. Zhuzhi-Lang just wanted Peak Lord Shen to completely cut off any thoughts of returning to the human world."
Shen Qingqiu said, "I've heard of it. The grace of a drop of water should be repaid with a gushing spring. "
Tianlang-Jun's eyes were deep, his eyebrows were sharp, and his pupils were as black as a deep lake. In this respect, Luo Binghe was very similar. Luo Binghe originally had the appearance of a pretty boy. If even his eyes were like his mother's, then his appearance would be too feminine, which would be bad.
Tianlang-Jun laughed, "Capturing ten is already considered a great feat. It's really hard on him."
Thinking about it, now that he had a mountain to return to, everything started in Jinlan City. Shen Qingqiu asked, "That sower who suddenly pointed at me, was it you guys who instructed him?"
Although Tianlang-Jun's smile didn't diminish in the few sentences he said about Luo Binghe, his words and expression revealed a kind of callousness.
When the group of blind corpses heard this voice, they seemed to be intimidated and stopped biting and pouncing. They lowered their heads and shrank their shoulders, huddled together, and shivered.
Not to mention anything else, if this pair of father and son were to sit in the same coffin and make the same pose, Tianlang-Jun could sit in the coffin with the grace of a king and make it look like a dragon throne. And although Luo Binghe was handsome … uh, he would probably still look like a coffin. No wonder Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky felt threatened and decisively cut the outline.
He sighed, "That son of mine, I've really troubled Peak Lord Shen to take good care of him all these years."
Tianlang-Jun said, "Peak Lord Shen is truly an understanding person."
But then again, a good young man with a noble bloodline had been suppressed by a group of foreign cultivators for so many years. It was natural for him to feel resentment. Shen Qingqiu was speechless for a moment, then asked in cooperation, "Is the next step to exterminate the entire human race?"
Tianlang-Jun said, "So?"
Tianlang-Jun said, "Haven't you heard of my nephew's motto?"
That pair of lantern-like eyes met Shen Qingqiu's for a while, then suddenly disappeared. A moment later, a figure turned in from outside the hall. Shen Qingqiu saw clearly who it was and wasn't surprised. He called out, "Xi Zhilang."
Shen Qingqiu said, "Other reasons?"
Although he didn't know what kind of gift it was. It definitely wasn't something that could be tied with a ribbon to make people happy! Shen Qingqiu was just about to casually spit out some rusty words when suddenly, the mausoleum hall fell into a sudden tremor.
Are you a freaking puppet that can be disassembled at will?!
Zhuzhi-Lang stared blankly, then said, "I thought that Master Shen and Jun Shang had already met face to face."
Zhuzhi-Lang said, "Things happened in a hurry, so I had no choice but to do this. I hope Master Shen is magnanimous enough to forgive me."
Tianlang-Jun said, "I don't know her." He looked at Zhuzhi-Lang, who immediately looked at Shen Qingqiu. "This one didn't find that woman."
The coffin lid that he had been trying to pry open for a long time trembled incessantly and slowly slid open. A person slowly sat up from inside.
Zhuzhi-Lang said, "At least two hundred."
Shen Qingqiu said cautiously, "I haven't been a Peak Lord for many years."
Shen Qingqiu muttered to himself in silence.
Tianlang-Jun had lost an arm and half his sleeve was empty, but he was still very polite. "Ah. It broke again. I'll have to trouble Peak Lord to pass it to me. "
Tianlang-Jun listened attentively for a moment, then said, "It came faster than I thought." He turned to Zhuzhi-Lang. "How much?"
Shen Qingqiu: "…"
The longer Tianlang-Jun used this body, the more the demonic energy would flourish, and the more his cultivation would recover, but the more his physical body would be damaged, full of patches everywhere. Sooner or later, he would need a new body. It would be best if this body was related by blood and was also an inheritor of the Heavenly Demon bloodline. If, because of his mixed-blood relationship, he came with two sets of cultivation systems, that would be even better.
He was like a butterfly flapping his wings, causing more than just a tsunami. His first guess was that Zhuzhi-Lang had most likely plucked the Sun-Moon Dew Flower Seed to mold Tianlang-Jun's body, and it turned out to be correct. It was just that this Sun-Moon Dew Flower Seed body might not be to Tianlang-Jun's liking.
Another example was his smile. The smile of this father and son pair gave Shen Qingqiu an indescribable … feeling that something was wrong.
Shen Qingqiu deeply understood that such a thing as bearing really needed to be cultivated from a young age and family background.
Then, he tugged at empty air.
In fact, this was also normal. When it came to emotions, the demon race was originally distant and cold. They paid more attention to the desire for good food and revered power and strength. It was just that, how could they not have this kind of indifferent attitude? Shen Qingqiu felt somewhat uncomfortable.
Shen Qingqiu looked down at the stone coffin.
The mausoleum had just fallen into a deathly silence when the second wave of roars of a hundred beasts and the shaking of the mountains descended, breaking the pool of stagnant water. This time, the momentum was even more ferocious, almost approaching the power of the heavens falling and the earth rending. Shen Qingqiu's lower body could no longer stand firm. He held the coffin with one hand: "Can someone tell me, what is this thing?"
Strictly speaking, they hadn't even "met face to face", okay?!
Whose body was more suitable than Luo Binghe's?
Hearing this, Shen Qingqiu was finally convinced.
This person put an elbow on the edge of the coffin, tilted his head and smiled slightly, saying: "Qing Jing Peak Lord, it's an honor to meet you."
Shen Qingqiu's hand disregarded the trembling of his heart and indifferently handed over the forearm to Tianlang-Jun. The latter and Zhuzhi-Lang both looked accustomed to it. With a click, it really was a click, and the arm was reattached. It was reattached!
The sudden appearance of Qiu Haitang and the sower attacking Shen Qingqiu left and right, forcing him to voluntarily surrender and be escorted into the water prison by Huan Hua Palace. Was it just a coincidence? Whatever, now that things had come to this, it didn't matter.
Not only was he not a lover of peace, he wasn't even a believer in the supremacy of love. It completely subverted Shen Qingqiu's long-held (wishful thinking) perception.
He couldn't stand up.
He was quite dissatisfied with Tianlang-Jun, but thinking about it carefully, he himself wasn't much better. He had hurt Luo Binghe more deeply than his father, Tianlang-Jun, which was the real fatal blow.
He put on a fake smile and said: "I don't dare. Since you've been fascinated for a long time, why don't you come out … come out for a gathering? "
Shen Qingqiu said: "Okay. Where's Tianlang-Jun? "
Shen Qingqiu didn't mean to make fun of him. He was wholeheartedly studying the mural. The color of the mural was bright, the brush strokes wild, but it could be seen that facing the entrance of the main hall was a huge woman's face. Her eyes were curved, and the corners of her mouth were raised. She had the appearance of being unable to contain her joy. This mausoleum was undoubtedly the "Hall of Joy" of the Holy Mausoleum's "Happiness, Anger, and Sorrow" three holy temples.
He was a demon, and his cultivation was based on demonic energy. The Dew Flower Flower Seed would have a spontaneous rejection reaction, and the preservation of his flesh could not be guaranteed. It wasn't impossible for his body to be corroded.
His words were ambiguous, and even irrelevant, but it wasn't difficult for Shen Qingqiu to make a series of conjectures.
However, Tianlang-Jun's situation was different.
Shen Qingqiu immediately glared at Zhuzhi-Lang. This was what he said he would repay his kindness. Finding a sower to slander him, was this a scam?! A snake's gratitude was really unreliable!
Tianlang-Jun didn't notice anything strange. He said: "He's just like this, his brain can't think straight. That's why he kept begging me to bring you to the demon world. "
Luo Binghe stood on a giant pitch-black beast, his black clothes fluttering in the white dust. The Heart Devil sword was unsheathed on his back, and a pair of scarlet eyes glowed with murderous intent as he looked down.
The genuine Tianlang-Jun in Shen Qingqiu's mind was too different from the peace-loving, affectionate image of him. When he mentioned Su Xiyan, his tone didn't even tremble. He liked to call Luo Binghe "my son," but he didn't feel that he had any concept of father-son affection.
Shen Qingqiu coughed dryly. "It happened in a hurry." No matter how he thought about it, this "matter" was referring to the fact that he had smoked Zhuzhi-Lang with all the realgar wine in the town and had beaten him back to his original form. He said: "You called me back from the Holy Mausoleum, which can be considered as solving my current … predicament. Before, you wanted me to come to the demon world. Now that I'm here, can you tell me your purpose? "
Luo Binghe really was … a person whose father and mother didn't love him.
But he clearly still felt Tianlang-Jun's forearm in his hand. Shen Qingqiu's gaze turned down and he looked down. He was indeed still holding it, but only his forearm was left.
Shen Qingqiu had always pushed the blame of Jinlan City onto Luo Binghe's head. This child had been aggrieved for so long, and had defended himself several times, but to no avail. Not long ago, when they had just separated, Shen Qingqiu had fiercely stabbed him with words.
Shen Qingqiu said: "The corpse thief in Qiong Ding Palace was really you."
Could it be that the corpse inside was … Tianlang-Jun?
Tianlang-Jun said with a smile: "I've been fascinated by the Peak Lord for a long time."
Shen Qingqiu was shocked.
Tianlang-Jun, however, seemed very confident in him: "As long as he wants to, he will definitely be able to come."
Shen Qingqiu said slowly: "No matter what you want to do, that is your son."
He rubbed his nose. Although he was depressed, he didn't lack manners. He smiled and said: "Master Shen, if you want to call me that, please do as you please."
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