"Okay, let's go."
Zheng Wan pushed Cui Wang, "You agreed to me, you will take care of Aye and Auntie for me, and give them a good death."
Cui Wang remained motionless.
He hugged her, his whole body stretched like a stiff stone sculpture.
"Cui Wang!"
Zheng Wan reprimanded him, "You, the son of Ling Cui, have always promised a thousand dollars—"
"Tsk tut."
Qisha, who watched the excitement for a while, stepped forward, clapped his hands and laughed loudly, "It's really a concubine's love, so touching."
Ziwei Xingjun's whole body swelled into a ball.
Qi Sha stepped closer with his hands behind his back, and didn't stop until he was about ten feet away from Zheng Wan and Ziwei.
He looked up at Zheng Wan, his eyes were a little strange, and she couldn't distinguish clearly for a moment, like Shuyuan, like... Shujin, but looking again, it was Qisha.
"Let me ask you again, Shuyuan and Shujin, who do you like?"
Qisha asked lightly.
Ziwei Xingjun's bulging speed suddenly slowed down.
He can no longer see the elegant appearance just now, the eyes and mouth all over the place make him look like a round monster.
"Seven kills?"
Ziwei suddenly laughed, "So that's the case, that's the reason, no wonder, no wonder..."
"You betrayed me and chose to cooperate with this female doll, and you also like her? Don't you know that when my soul dies, it's the day you die?"
"Know."
"Hahahahahahahaha—who would have thought that Immortal Chou Li, who was able to slaughter six cities without blinking his eyes, would fall in love with a female doll, and even seek his own death for her. It is really, really ridiculous in the world."
Ziwei Xingjun almost burst out laughing.
"Mr. Xing was wrong."
"What's wrong?"
Ziwei Xingjun asked leisurely.
The mouth melted by resentment, and the endless blood mist raged in his body, and his internal organs were bit by bit, but there seemed to be no pain in his voice.
"You smashed that goatee beard in front of the sarcophagus and made a pile of dove grass, isn't it just to enlighten this female doll? I was careless. I thought I was sure of winning, but I didn't realize that the two of you were collaborating in secret. Acts..."
"wrong."
Qisha raised his eyebrows, "Xingjun, are you not in a hurry to die?"
"Don't worry, die after listening."
"Mr. Xing has a desire to know about everything, and doesn't like mysteries. But what is the thing I hate the most in my life, Mr. Xing?"
"Birds."
Seven kills nodded:
"Yes, bird."
"...how beautiful the bird is, it can soar into the sky and the earth with a flap of its wings. This kind of freedom and joy, I can't get it even after seven kills. Therefore, every time I see it, I have to pinch its neck, break its wings, and send it back again. Only when you can’t be happy can you vent your hatred.”
"You are the most wonderful person I have ever seen in the past tens of thousands of years."
Comments from Ziwei Xingjun.
"For ten thousand years, I have worn the shackles around my neck and the reins bound by feathers, and I can no longer do whatever I want—I kill seven people, but I don't like someone standing on top of my head."
"Then why have you endured me for so long?"
Ziwei asked curiously.
"I'm not in the business of losing money."
Seven kills spread his hands, and the smile on his lips was evil and proud, "Look, no, let me wait for the opportunity. If you die, I die—"
"Hahaha, it's really crazy! It's worthy of being the character I had my eyes on back then."
Ziwei Xingjun didn't feel annoyed at all.
"Right now, I have to do something that will make you unhappy." Qisha said cheerfully, "Little monk, you haven't said that you like books more, or books more?"
Zheng Wan looked at Qisha and suddenly realized something.
If you want to count the cause and effect, the seven kills are also the cause of Ziwei. Ten thousand years ago, Ziwei probably saved Qiu Li from a certain death situation, which is the current seven kills——
Seven kills are inevitable.
But if he is willing to act, and cut off the hands of these Curos—
Zheng Wan settled down:
"Neither of them."
This person has a treacherous mind, it is really hard to guess, the only thing that is certain is that an arrogant person who hates being controlled by others also hates being deceived.
Cui Wang obviously realized it too.
He stared at Qi Kill, put Zheng Wan's arm back, and even took a step back, hiding himself in a spherical shadow.
"Don't like it?"
Qi Sha bit his words and said with a smile, "I don't even like it...that's a pity."
His eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Yo, the excitement is over, let's go."
As soon as the words fell, Ziwei Xingjun's bulging speed suddenly increased, and he was about to explode—
Cui Wang stepped forward and hugged Zheng Wan.
"boom-"
There was a loud bang, the blood mist billowed into the sky, and the air wave surged, razing everything in the space to the ground with a destructive force.
Tables, chairs, trees, and people...
There was nothing left.
Outside the sarcophagus, the big monks sitting cross-legged and adjusting their breathing suddenly opened their eyes and stepped back again and again.
The sword net was washed into powder.
The coffin lid was lifted with a "bang", and a figure spit out.
Daoist Tianhe rushed forward first, flicked his sleeves to dispel the air waves.
The others also used their magical powers to help Tianhe wrap the person up and put him on the altar.
This person was blood-stained, and he was completely invisible. Arms stretched forward, as if embracing something vital.
The robe was in pieces, soaked in blood, and wrapped tightly around his body.
His whole body was covered in blood, and his face was covered with blood, and the outline could be vaguely seen.
Someone performed a cleansing formula.
The man's handsome features were revealed.
The face is as pure as snow, the nose is plump and the lips are thin. Under the long eyelashes of crows, a pair of eyes are tightly closed.
"Li Wei... Daojun?"
Several people looked at each other in blank dismay.
The girl from Yuqing Gate and Immortal Qiu Li went in, how could it be Taoist Li Wei who came out
And by the looks of it, things aren't looking good.
"Disciple? Disciple?"
Daoist Tianhe stretched out his fingers trembling and swishing, but before he touched them, he retracted them like lightning.
"Don't worry, Taoist Lord, Liwei Daoist friends and auspicious people have their own celestial appearance, and they were born with the destiny of the sky, so what will happen?"
Someone is comforting.
"Yes, yes, my disciple's fate is hard, how could something happen so easily?"
Tianhe's expression was stern, and his heart was bent. He passed his finger under the disciple's nose, and when he touched the breath that seemed to be there, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief:
"No, nothing, nothing, alive, alive."
He sat back all of a sudden and fell to the ground.
"Yuan Dan, Fu Luo Dan of the eighth rank! Quick, quick!" Daxiu Danxinzong took one out of the storage bag, "Just one."
"I know, in your sympathy."
Taoist Tianhe sat up immediately, took the pill from him and stuffed it into the little disciple's mouth.
Unexpectedly, Tu'er clenched his teeth tightly, no matter how hard he stuffed it, he couldn't get it in.
"This, this... what's going on?"
"Aren't you still awake?"
Someone asked cautiously.
At this time, the eyelashes of the person below trembled, and his eyes slowly opened.
Those dark eyes, which were once filled with vast stars, now seem to be covered with a thin layer of ice, empty.
"Disciple, why didn't you make a sound when you woke up? I'm so scared to death that I'm a teacher, hurry up, eat the pill."
Tianhe handed Yuan Dan to Cui Wang's eyes.
Unexpectedly, it only touched tightly closed lips.
"What's the matter with you kid?"
Tianhe was in a hurry.
Cui Wang blinked, blinked again, and suddenly covered his eyes: "Master, Wanwan, Wanwan... are gone."
"Wan Wan is gone."
"I can't catch anything with this hand..."
"Okay, okay, it's okay, it's okay, wait a few years, a few years, just forget about it."
Taoist Tianhe patted him clumsily, coaxing him like a baby.
But there was no sound, only the hall was empty and silent.
Cui Wang lay motionless, resting his forehead with one hand, his chest didn't seem to rise and fall, just lying there silently, like a dead body.
Daoist Tianhe's heartbeat stopped suddenly, and he subconsciously grabbed his hand:
"Disciple? Disciple?"
When Cui Wang's hand was pulled away, everyone fell silent.
A sword cultivator who is so tough and everything does not haunt his heart is actually crying.
Tears flowed freely on his face.
This person is so quiet even when he is sad, and he can't learn how to vent it. Daoist Tianhe would rather him cry like a child.
He had a sore nose, "Disciple, you... are you going to give up yourself for a mere woman? Get up, get up for me!"
Taoist Tianhe dragged him up, and at this moment, something fell out of Cui Wang's tattered robe.
"Huh-"
At this moment, a monk with a white face and no beard snapped the thing over with his fingers, "What is this?"
A scorched and stiff little bird was lifted out by him.
"Roast bird?"
"Why does this bird feel like the legendary phoenix?"
"Binger?"
Cui Wang, who couldn't be urged to stand up just now, stood up, but no one saw how he moved, and the scorched little bird directly landed in his palm.
"Binger?"
Daoist Tianhe looked at his little apprentice dumbfounded, and suddenly held a scorched roasted bird and talked like a lunatic, and quickly controlled him:
"Teacher, disciple, wake up!"
"No," Cui Wang shook off Tianhe, and suddenly laughed, "Master, Master, Wan Wan is not dead! Wan Wan is not dead!"
"I knew it, I knew it..."
He lowered his voice, and the way he looked at the roasted bird was like looking at a rare treasure.
"What about Fuluodan?"
Daoist Tianhe spread his hands blankly, and before he could speak, he was snatched away by the young disciple:
"Hey, slow down..."
Daoist Tianhe looked dumbfounded, and the little apprentice stuffed the Fu Luodan, which could not be bought with thousands of high-level primordial stones, directly into the roasted bird's mouth: "... eat."
A miraculous scene appeared.
Roasted Bird, who was obviously dead just now, jumped up like a carp. With the movement of her jumping, her burnt black feathers began to fade, and when she landed, they had turned into ice blue feathers.
Ice-blue flames danced on the feathers.
"Ice... Phoenix?"
The big monks had good eyesight, and they recognized the real body of this thing in an instant.
As soon as the ice phoenix landed on the ground, the small bird opened its beak and spit out two people.
Before the big monks could see clearly, they saw a gust of wind passing by, and Taoist Li Wei, who was still insane just now, had already hugged someone in his arms.
In the crimson dress, under the long black hair, half of the side face exposed is shining, like a piece of fine jade.
"Girl doll?"
Daoist Tianhe widened his copper bell-sized eyes.
What was even more unexpected to him was behind, the little ice bird hopped and jumped directly onto the body of Crimson Cultivator, with a beak, and said:
"Bad uncle, you are really useless."
Cui Wang looked at it and smiled slightly:
"Bing'er, thank you very much."
Bing'er folded her wings all at once, and covered her cheeks: "Ah, bad uncle, don't laugh. Don't secretly try to trick Bing'er, Bing'er belongs to Auntie."
"Bad uncle? Ah...mother?"
Taoist Tianhe looked at the ice phoenix for a while, and the little disciple for a while, and felt that his brain was not working well.
The people next to him were talking about the scene just now.
"So, this is Phoenix's nirvana ahead of time. Taking advantage of the opportunity of nirvana, he used the space in his belly to swallow the little monk and Immortal Qiu Li..."
"That's not right... Immortal Qiuli is obviously dead, and he died in a strange way, with no scars on his body."
Someone was rummaging through another body.
Qi Sha's cheeks turned pale, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, as if he had done the most proud thing in his life—
Just not breathing.
Almost at the same time, everyone looked at Zheng Wan in Cui Wang's arms.
"Wanwan is fine."
Cui Wang gently stroked Zheng Wan's cheek.
There was no scar on her whole body, her breath was weak but steady, her eyes were tightly closed, and she showed no sign of waking up.
Cui Wang thought for a while, then took out a green jelly ball from the storage ring and stuffed it into Zheng Wan's mouth. At this moment, someone uttered in surprise:
"Palm heart fruit? It turned out to be a palm heart fruit that is rare in ten thousand years? It can repair the dantian, restore the soul, and make everything come back again. It is a palm heart fruit picked from the Nissan tree that has been around for thousands of years?"
"Amitabha, Li Xiaoyou, this little monk is not injured, so I'm afraid he won't need such a rare fruit."
Master Chengxin kindly reminded.
Cui Wang did not pause, and directly stuffed the palm heart fruit into the mouth of the man in his arms.
He looked at Zheng Wan with surprisingly gentle eyes:
"No, she is more precious than everything in the world."
When Zheng Wan opened her eyes, she met such a pair of eyes, sparkling and gentle, like a quiet lake in the spring waves in March.
He looked at her like she was his whole world.
Zheng Wan smiled at him:
"Cui Wang, although I'm not dead, you still have to cheer for me, Aye."
"good."
Cui Wang wanted to say more, but Bing'er suddenly turned his small head towards him, bouncing around and said, "Binger saved it, Binger saved it."
Zheng Wan touched the newly grown feather on Binger's head:
"It's Bing'er's credit."
She turned to the other side, looking at Qisha lying on the ground with complicated eyes:
"Thanks to... Binger."
The moment Ziwei Xingjun blew himself up, Qisha cut off the Jiuluo hand that was entangled with her. The last moment she remembered was that he suddenly smiled at her slyly:
"The butterfly hairpin is fake, isn't it?"
"Only that fool would believe... On the butterfly hairpin that night, there was clearly a small crescent moon engraved."
Cui Wang also looked at Qisha:
"Master Chengxin, please recite the Mantra of Rebirth."
Monks cannot die.