Wu Chang Jie

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Chapter 91
A light snowfall has fallen on Fenglin Continent. A patch of fluffy hair that looks like silver sprinkled from the heavens. They look light, but gradually cover up the messy footprints on the shores of Fengming Lake. All the recent excitement will be erased. How would the traces of past events leave a few markings on the world?

There is only one small world that snow cannot enter, and that is the Demon Binding Formation that imprisons the demon foal Wuya.

This Demon Binding Formation is different from the Big Dipper Zhengji Demon Binding Formation at Diancang Peak. It is not as sinister and is used by cultivators to deal with evil spirits. The difference is that this formation is controlled by an ice crystal.

On the pure white snow, in the shimmering blue Demon Binding Formation, a skeletal warhorse with a deadly aura was nailed to the ground motionlessly, like a black flame burning in silence.

When one looks at it, it is as if one can see through it to the momentous days of a hundred years ago. Seeing Zong Zi Xiao riding alone, standing alone in front of the mountain gate, dressed in black with his black horse. His deadly aura like a raven cloud of attachment. In the blink of an eye, Yin soldiers filled the mountains and the fields, as if the black air of death had cut through the earth and swallowed up the light, and everything that the Supreme Demon's sword pointed at fell, dominating the entire Jiuzhou with a devastating force.

Zong Zi Xiao was a legend in his lifetime. Formed a core at the age of 9, won first place in the Jiaolong assembly at the age of 13, and fled around the world at the age of 14. When he returned to the immortal world at the age of 24, he had already broken through to the eighth Chongtian of the Zongxuan Sword. Holding two god-grade magical weapons in his hands, and was invincible. However, he was so ambitious that he could have swallowed the sun and the moon. He was not satisfied with a mere human realm, and he arrogantly tore through the Fengdu barrier to invade Jiuyou. Had the Great Emperor Beiyin not spent a thousand years of cultivation to stop him, he would have united the mortal and ghost realms and pointed his sword at the heaven.

After the annihilation of the era of Emperor Zong, there will probably never be another great and powerful Supreme Demon like Zong Zi Xiao in the immortal world.

No matter what the future generations may judge or speak ill of, there will be no more such a figure in the world.

A hundred years later, the Supreme Demon's mount has reappeared, and no one isn't worried about the return of the black death aura to the world.

Fan Wu She stood by the window, looking at the black horse on the shore of Fengming Lake, his heart surging.

"Have you seen enough?" Zhong Kui said without good humor.

Fan Wu She came back to his senses and closed the window.

"Where the hell have you been tonight?" Zhong Kui stared straight into Fan Wu She's eyes.

Fan Wu She knew that he could hardly escape blame for anything if he explained now. He had gone down to the bottom of Fengming Lake but had seen something unexpected, causing him to fail to control Wuya. With his current cultivation level, he could not retrieve Wuya for the time being, but he had to tell Zhong Kui what had happened at the bottom of the lake.

"Speak up ah." Zhong Kui struck the case with his palm.

"I went to the bottom of Fengming Lake." Fan Wu She said calmly.

All three people in the room held their breath.

In fact, Xie Bi An had just seen the hair behind Fan Wu She's back, which had been hastily dried with his spiritual power. It's just that he could not believe that his junior brother would be so bold.