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In the end, I have to admit that I'm not the only one with a clear understanding of the meaning of the word.

Inside the demonic realm's Mu Tian's cold and gloomy cold palace, there were traces of life mixed within the clear, cold grievances. Occasionally, a few words would be said amidst the silence.

Candle Jiuyin sat in a corner of the palace courtyard. The warm sun covered his body in a layer of pale golden light, and his entire person's cold aura became softer under the sunlight. His face was no longer as pale as it had been a few days ago, slightly tinged with a tinge of blood. His weak body was much better than it had been a few days ago.

For the past few days, she had been collecting snow and grass in the Qing Qiu mountain, which had provided her with excellent raw materials to sew the embroidered demon robe. When summer came, she would gather the most beautiful clouds and dew in the middle of the summer, and she would sew a peerless embroidered demon robe. One had to know that only the fresh air of the beginning of Xue Ji and Xia Feiyun Dew could weave a real magic robe. Only a suave and elegant person was worthy of having an embroidered magic robe. Jin Si's face revealed a look of joy. If his master could wear the embroidered demon robe that he had personally sewn, with his tall stature and magnificent stature, in addition to his master's aloof and proud temperament, then he would definitely be extremely beautiful. At this time, a trace of uneasiness flashed through Xin Xin's mind. The master had been depressed all this time, with a weak aura. It was as if he was suffering from a severe illness and was at the beginning of his illness.

Xin Jin couldn't help but to step forward and carefully ask, "Master, in the past few days, your body has been weak and your face is pale. Is it because you're feeling uncomfortable?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I just had the chills a little bit, that's all. So, how do you think I look today? Isn't it much better than a few days ago?"

Xin Jin focused on Candle Jiuyin and said, "En, that's right. Master is looking very good today. Could it be that there's something good going on?"

When Candle Jiu Yin realized that his complexion had improved, he was actually somewhat excited. He said happily, "How could there be any happy events in this Nether Cold Palace? Isn't it just an ordinary and simple day after day?"

"Oh, is this true? Could it be that the days of the Dark Cold Palace are so hard to bear that I thought your days would be smooth sailing?" The ruler shaped brows walked in without a servant accompanying him, without any warning from the imperial palace. He strode forward with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping across the pavilions of the palace, "What an elegant garden, the verandah is back, the grass is swaying, and Jiuyin, you still possess such elegance?"

Upon hearing that it was the voice of a sword, Zhu Jiuyin and Xin Jin hurriedly stood up and rushed to the front of the corridor. They bowed and said in a clear voice, "I didn't know that the Devil Ancestor would be so bold." Candle Jiu Yin was secretly alarmed. The Devil Ancestor rarely came to the Netherworld Kingdom, so he must have something to discuss today.

"The setting up of the scenery in this palace should also require quite some effort. If one is not meticulous, it is likely that one would not be able to design these random scenes." He did not look at the two, but continued to stay in the palace. His thick eyebrows were raised as he slowly shifted his gaze to the two, looking at Candle Jiu Yin who was bowing, "Jiu Yin, am I right?"

"Devil Ancestor, why have you suddenly come to the Netherworld Kingdom?" Zhu Jiuyin thought that the devil ancestor had always had his own way of doing things, and now that he had something to say, his own palace was always quiet and peaceful, and he didn't have any secrets, so he wouldn't be able to find any problems with him. But he was still a bit afraid, and said with a tremble, "Devil Ancestor, why have you suddenly come to the Netherworld Palace?" At the end of his words, he lowered his voice so that only he could hear what was being said.

"I haven't been here in a while. I have nothing better to do, so I came over to take a look. What? Are you not welcome?" The sword ruler frowned for a while, then laughed sinisterly, full of dark and gloomy doubts, "I saw that your mental state has been weakened in the past few days, and that you are physically weak, what's wrong with you?"

However, he was barely able to calm his tone down as he quickly calmed his tone and forced himself to act like an ordinary person: "How can I not welcome you? Thank you for your concern, Demon Ancestor. In recent days, the weather has suddenly turned cold, the nine yin have occasionally felt cold, my body has gotten sick, and I am weak."

Oh, so that's the case. I didn't expect you to catch a cold with such a strong body," said the man with the sword, and with a stern face and a wave of his arm, he continued, "You can leave. I need to talk to Jiuyin alone." Although his words were short, his voice was deep and had a sense of majesty. It was like an extremely thin needle, piercing a person to the point that their entire body turned pale.

The sudden arrival of the Devil Ancestor of the Nine Heavens Demons caused her, who was a servant girl from the Netherworld Kingdom, to panic. She did not know what would happen next, and could only pray silently that there would be no bad news.

With a stern expression, he said in a stern voice: "Jiu Yin, I can see that you've been unsettled these past few days, just what have you been doing?"

Candle Jiu Yin had already anticipated that the sword ruler would ask such a question, so he came up with a plan, and calmly replied, "Devil Ancestor, in the past few days, Jiu Yin has been bitterly searching for the whereabouts of the Twilight Jade, but unfortunately, he hasn't found any clues. "The day before yesterday, Taixuan and I had investigated the tragedy of the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest and discovered some clues …"

Sure enough, upon hearing about the tragedy in the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest, the ruler shaped eyebrows became especially concerned. He said in astonishment, "Oh, what is that? Tell me about it! "

"Nine Yin and Supreme Mystery were at the scene of the tragedy, and I accidentally found the shadow of a ghost. This shadow fought with the fifth hidden spirit for a dozen rounds, and was finally dispelled by my secret curse."

The sword ruler's brows slowly paced back and forth, his thick eyebrows tightly knitted, as he stared at a corner of the palace in a daze, and muttered: "Undead spirits? It should still be him, so he didn't reveal anything, right? "

He understood tacitly, "Not really. Fortunately, Jiu Yin managed to dispel it in time, otherwise, both Gu Xueluo and Ning Xuemo would have been present. If we were to continue fighting, we would have exposed ourselves."

With a wave of his wide sleeve, he created a gust of wind that swept across the flowers and plants, fiercely saying, "So what if he exposed himself, so what if this Undead has disappeared for so many years, who would even pay attention to him? Furthermore, he has nothing to do with the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest tragedy."

As if he had heard of something that had nothing to do with him, he no longer had that kind of fearful expression from before. He could not help but slowly walk behind Jian Chi Mei and said indifferently: "Mo Zu, even if you say that, if they find out the true identity of the Undead, it will still bring us some trouble. From Jiu Yin's observations these past few days, the tragedy that has occurred in this Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest is rather strange. There has been no progress in the primal chaos for the time being. "

It's a pity that we have lost a great general. "The sword ruler revealed a smile on his face as he sat down on a sandalwood chair under the pavilion, his eyes once again taking in the scenery around him," Jiu Yin, what do you think about the tragedy at the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest? Who would be so audacious as to commit such a crime? "

"Dao Sha's death is indeed very sad. Why is the Devil Ancestor so sure that there's a conspiracy behind this tragedy? Why didn't he think that the Spirit is hiding it, or that the Supreme Mystery is doing it on purpose? " Zhu Jiuyin was no longer as frightened as he was just a moment ago. With a wave of his sleeve, he paced back and forth with a calm and composed expression, "This is also in line with the way Supreme Mystery acts. If you want it, you have to give it to me first."

The long-browed man shook his head and mumbled, "That won't happen, I understand the Yin Scroll. Although he is stubborn, he is also gentle, and he is obsessed with but lacks fierceness. He definitely won't do something like that."

"If you want to achieve great things, you will have to use an extraordinary method. Perhaps the Supreme Mystery King might really use a ruthless move this time, so no one in the six realms will suspect the Supreme Mystery Capital. They can also do their own things."

"Jiu Yin, you think too much, no matter what the truth is, it's hard to escape the truth. This time, we have to painfully attack the strength of Supreme Mystery," the sword ruler eyebrows seemed to have a plan in mind, the devil robe suddenly shook, with a "hualala" sound, he got up from the sandalwood chair, walked out of the pavilion with his hands behind his back. Suddenly, his brows tightened, and his anger thickened, "The culprit behind this tragic case is very scary, you have to investigate carefully and tell me the moment you hear the news!"

As he walked out of the cold palace, Zhu Jiuyin let out a long sigh of relief. He slowly began to fan the air, as if he had already come up with a plan to deal with this situation.

Faced with the situation of Taixuan's internal and external affairs, Yin Bao Scroll was currently in the middle of the music industry. Although the tragedy in the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest was pointed out by the anger of the masses, this matter concerned the life and death of Taixuan, and it was a matter of eternal history. Because the music arena maintained the Taixuan pulse, at that time, in order to stabilize the Taixuan pulse, the Yin Yang treasure sealed the Sunset Sword of the "Head of the All Swords" in the music arena and kept the Taixuan realm for tens of thousands of years. After the tragedy at the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest, the first thing that came to his mind was the Taixuan meridian. He was worried that the conspirator's intentions were not to drink wine, but to take the opportunity to destroy the Taixuan meridian.

At the bottom of the cliff behind the altar, Yin Bao was holding his palms wide open, the wind from his palms was fierce, and he was channeling his internal energy. Between his palms, there was a dazzling cloud of purple qi, which was getting bigger and bigger, shining brightly on the dark cliff. Suddenly, Yin Mo Chen struck his palms towards the ground. The earth shook violently, and his intuition told him that a natural disaster was coming. There were even some broken rocks falling from the cliff, but Yin Mo Chen remained unmoving, with a resolute expression.

Suddenly, a huge crack appeared on the ground, from within it came a faint blue light and a cold Qi. A sharp sword was buried deep within the crack, tightly sewn together, like a pillar nailed in the middle of the hall. Seeing that the Setting Sun Sword was still there and that his Tai Profound Veins were still in place, a look of joy appeared on Yin Bao's face as the stone that was pressing down on his heart finally fell. He then performed a supreme light technique and quickly flew up from the bottom of the cliff. He easily leaped to the bottom of the cliff that was a thousand feet deep. He immediately rushed to the primal chaos capital, there were more important things waiting for him.

After the ruler shaped brows left the palace, there was no time for Zhu Jiuyin to ease his nervousness. He kept flipping through the details of the tragic case of the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest in his mind. Yes, he needed to go back to the scene.

In the depths of the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest, the scene of the tragedy was still completely preserved. Other than the corpses that had been brought back by the various worlds, the rest of the marks were basically the same as before. At this moment, it was almost evening. The setting sun had already arrived, and the blood-red sunset dyed the horizon a crimson red. Even the bamboo forest was sprinkled with a thin layer of red.

Candle Nine Yin flew down from the bamboo forest, her eyes vigilantly surveyed her surroundings. Only after confirming that there was no one in the forest did she let her guard down, and slowly walked into the scene. His sharp gaze searched the scene, searching for the fallen bamboo leaves, the broken blade of the sword, and the damaged bamboo body. He didn't want to miss out on even the smallest of details. His mind was constantly restoring the scenes of the fighting and killing, trying to grasp the cause of everyone's death.

As Candle Jiu Yin was staring at the scene of the bamboo forest in a daze, suddenly, from afar came a noisy and disorderly noise. At the bottom of her heart, she was alarmed and wanted to leave, but the sound of the horse's hooves galloping towards her was already within reach, so she could only stand tall. Suddenly, she stood up and fanned her hands, looking calm and indifferent.

In the middle of that group of people, a young man dressed in plain clothes had already snatched out a sword from the air. A sharp sword light flew over like a long tassel, his swift movement was as fast as lightning, like thunder, and like a strong wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, it instantly stunned everyone behind him.

This cloth-clothed youth was Shen Jingyang. After meeting Wang Qingchuan of the Spiritual World, they had a discussion before quickly rushing to the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest. When he was about to arrive at the scene of the forest, Shen Jingyang had already caught a whiff of a strange and secretive scent. He judged that there were other people at the scene, and thought that they were plotting something, so he flew out to capture the person.

Just as the sword beam was about to strike, Zhu Jiuyin raised his hand and fanned it out, creating a powerful wind with his sleeves. He turned around and attacked back, casting a shadow of the fan as Shen Huoyang's sword ray immediately scattered in all directions like a star, shattering the surrounding bamboo leaves.

Everyone was amazed. In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged more than ten moves. Candle Jiu Yin laughed and shouted: "Truly a good skill!" Everyone knew that when experts competed, the most important thing was to concentrate and concentrate. It turned out that although Zhu Jiuyin's praise was accompanied by Shen Yushi's fierce offensive, it also contained a hint of provocation and scorn. He had been hoping that Shen Jingyang would forcefully open his mouth and strike him from the air.

Although he had been kicked out of the Tai Hua Altar midway, he still practiced the advanced cultivation method every day. He did not dare to neglect the training, so his cultivation was not weaker than a Mystical Master like Ning An. Moreover, Shen Huanyang was adept at finding weaknesses in his opponents' negligence. Just now, when Zhu Jiuyin cried out, the aura in his mind underwent a slight change. It was as if a crack had suddenly appeared on his sturdy shield.

As the young master of the Demon World's Secret Cold Palace, Zhu Jiuyin's moves were sinister and experienced. He took a step back, and the fan in his hand flew towards him with his fan bone in hand. A powerful vortex appeared, and the fan flew straight into the blade of the sword like a concealed weapon.

"Please stop!" Wang Qingchuan jumped out and landed between the two of them agilely, using all the spirit energy in his palms.

Everything came to an end so suddenly. In the blink of an eye, figures were flying about, sword lights were shooting out in all directions, and in the next instant, Candle Nine Yin and Shen Yushi were separating at top speed, looking at each other from several zhang away.