Muhuai Palace is an old imperial city. The palace walls are winding and winding, and there are dozens of roads leading to Lanmei Terrace. Behind one of the doors is a long, narrow and dark stone road. This road has no flowers and grass, is overgrown with wild trees, and is damp and desolate.

, the rockery lakes and pavilions are all filled with a cold air. It is said that when Jinling was the imperial capital, many palace maids who were not favored by the emperor or who could not bear the punishment and humiliation chose to commit suicide. Most of them were on this road.

If you commit suicide in the palace, you are afraid of causing resentment to the emperor and be reviled. If you commit suicide in the market, you may be insulted by others. On this road, there are old wells, gravel, dead trees, and dead lakes, which are a good place to commit suicide.

After hundreds of years of accumulation, Jinling has lost its imperial destiny. These innocent souls have nowhere to go, and their resentment has become deeper and deeper.

This extremely dark road is like hell.

Yin energy keeps pouring in from this intersection, crossing the Lanmei Terrace and surrounding the Muhuai Sword.

Luo Feiyu felt cold in his heart, "You are... inviting evil!"

No wonder the master doesn’t let me practice this sword technique. Not only will it have a negative impact on myself, but this sword technique is also sub-par!

"I was worried that you would come to stop me. And you possess the evil skill of sword veins, which can absorb sword energy. Ordinary swordsmanship cannot defeat you, and this swordsmanship uses Yin energy to transform sword energy. Let's see how you can do it!"

Luo Feiyu muttered dissatisfiedly: "Where on earth did you get the nerve to say that I have cultivated evil skills?"

"No one can stop me today!" Mu Huai shook violently in Yan Jingchen's hand, "Under this yin energy, let's see how crazy you can be!"

Without saying a word, Luo Feiyu suddenly raised the iron sword in his hand, forming a cold sword intent, and jumped up. A thin layer of frost condensed wherever the sword blade passed, and the frost immediately dispersed into pieces.

The snow sleet was waving towards the Yin Qi that was constantly pouring in.

"You have many sword skills and many ideas, but they are useless!" Yan Jingchen moved Mu Huai, and the yin energy suddenly turned into a screaming skeleton, shaking Luo Feiyu back.

"What a wicked person." Luo Feiyu cursed.

Mu Huai is originally the Sword of Desolation and Desolation, which is extremely desolate, and this sword technique also attracts the desolate souls of grievances, which is a perfect fit.

The Yin Qi on Mu Huai's sword became more and more intense, so much so that it condensed into a female ghost floating out of thin air.

"Your Majesty, the slave family is guilty, and the slave family deserves to die..." The female ghost ran around the Mu Huai sword and let out a shrill roar, which made people shudder.

Luo Feiyu took a breath of air: "I really didn't expect that this is contrary to the martial arts of swordsmanship, and there is actually the word 'swordsmanship' in the name."

"However, you were once defeated by me, do you think I will be afraid of you!" Luo Feiyu flicked the long sword in his hand, the frequency became more and more rapid, and finally condensed into a long and domineering sword energy,

There was a loud noise.

"Youhuang Sword Roaring." Yan Jingchen looked frightened and waved Mu Huai in his hand. The female ghost floated around him in a circle and rushed towards the sword energy.

Luo Feiyu suddenly stopped playing the sword, clenched the hilt of the sword, passed the sword energy whistling from the sword, and faced the female ghost.

Although the features on the female ghost's face are difficult to distinguish, it is extremely strange and strange. One can faintly discern the ferocious look on her face at the last moment of her life, which hides deep resentment and unyieldingness.

"roar!"

"What are you trying to do to me? You should be going to hell!" Luo Feiyu cursed angrily, and the light on his sword was dazzling.

The female ghost was immediately cut away by this sword, and the sword energy that roared out earlier also stabbed Yan Jingchen.

Yan Jingchen seemed to know that he couldn't block it, so he didn't block it. He lowered his head and let the sword energy penetrate his right shoulder, blood gushing out, and the remaining sword wind caused a burst of pain on his face.

Luo Feiyu was panting and looked at Yan Jingchen.

Luo Feiyu couldn't fully see Yan Jingchen's face due to the lingering yin energy, but he could subconsciously feel that he was laughing.

The smile was very cold, and it was no less creepy than the female ghost just now.

"Why are you laughing?" Luo Feiyu frowned, feeling uneasy.

Yan Jingchen did not reach out to cover the blood on his shoulder. He let the blood soak most of his mourning clothes and said to himself, "Do you know the life of the emperor's concubines?"

Luo Feiyu replied coldly: "I'm not that aloof emperor, how could I know!"

"Many of these concubines were brought into the palace before they were born. They abide by the etiquette in the palace, practice the music and music, and lock up their lifelong freedom within the red wall, just so that the emperor can take a look at them.

.Most people, even the emperor, never knew her name, and died with hatred in this intrigue." Yan Jingchen finished the sentence calmly as if he could not feel the pain.

Luo Feiyu said meaningfully: "What you mentioned seems to be quite common in the novels and picture books that women like to read."

Yan Jingchen suddenly grinned, and his pale complexion was as pale as the filial piety clothes he wore.

"Because of this, their resentment is very deep."

"What!" Luo Feiyu was startled. A burst of extremely cold air suddenly blew in his ears, and he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. The Yin Qi female ghost that he had killed before actually gathered together again.

Got stuck on him.

"The slave family died so miserably..."

Luo Feiyu hurriedly slashed at the female ghost with his sword, "Get away!"

The female ghost was split in half by the sword. After another breath, she reunited and floated next to Luo Feiyu.

"The ghost lingers!" Luo Feiyu had no intention of entangled with the female ghost, so he calmed down, put his sword at his waist, and prepared the sword's momentum.

"The divine sword splits mountains, and one strike of the sword can cut off the ends of the earth." Yan Jingchen saw this swordsmanship at a glance, "I heard my father talk about these swordsmanships countless times when I was a child, and now I can see them with my own eyes.

, which can be considered as no regrets.”

"However, I have had too many regrets before, how can I make up for it this time without any regrets!" Yan Jingchen ignored the scars on his right shoulder and suddenly raised Mu Huai, muttering something in his mouth.

The female ghost suddenly rose up and pounced on Luo Feiyu with all her teeth and claws. The infinite sword intent that she had accumulated before suddenly faded away completely.

"Watch my revenge with your own eyes." Yan Jingchen smiled and walked towards the Wudang Taoist priests with his sword in hand.

Luo Feiyu was tightly entangled by the ghost and could not move for a moment. He could only watch the sword pierce the Taoist priest's chest.

"We have to think of a way quickly, otherwise everyone at this banquet will die." Luo Feiyu broke into a cold sweat.

"It's his disciple." An old Taoist wearing a Taoist robe was flying not far away on a crane, looking at Luo Feiyu.

Sitting in front of him, a little Taotong, who was only four or five years old, asked: "Who is he?"

"Don't ask too much. You are still young and shouldn't know so much." The old Taoist shook his head and sighed: "Sure enough, this world will eventually have to pay the price for the greed of eighteen years ago."

The little Taoist boy pointed at Yan Jingchen and said, "Who is he?"

This time, the old Taoist did not blame him for having many questions, and replied one after another: "A lost person, a deluded person, a lost person."

The little Taotong nodded without knowing why, "At first glance, he is not a good person."

The old Taoist touched the little Taoist boy's head and murmured: "But the reason why he got lost is our Wudang."

The little Taoist boy was speechless: "This..."

The old Taoist smiled and said, "Oh, forget it, you shouldn't understand so much. But let's lead him back to the right path together, okay?"

The little Taoist nodded tactfully, "Master, since you said so, I will reluctantly agree. But... when can I see my legendary senior brother?"
Chapter completed!