Under the cover of Jiu Yu, Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xiang'er originally thought they could drag Madam Bai until her divinity was exhausted and her body collapsed. After Madam Bai died, Zhao Xiang'er used Jiuyu as a sword to directly cut open the crumbling world and let them leave first. This way, the balance of Fengdu could be maintained from being destroyed, and then they would find a way to destroy it from the outside. This Fengdu allows those who are still alive to see the light of day again.
But all this was ruined by Mrs. Bai's series of crazy behaviors.
On the sky without a single point of light, the stream of fire lit up.
It was the sword fire that she used as a sword, and it was also the corpse fire that burned on her skeletal body.
On the bank of the underworld, the girl in plain clothes covered her eyes with black cloth, forcing herself not to look at the fire falling from the sky. She covered her ears, so scared that she couldn't help shouting a name: "Han Fu."
That's Hei Wuchang's name.
The girl in plain clothes originally thought that she was just like a broken long bridge with him, and that she would see him again sooner or later. But at this moment, she didn't know that her adoptive father was gone, and the fear that the city would be destroyed in a moment overwhelmed everything.
Countless flowers bloomed in the cracks in the rocks beside the Yellow Spring. The petals of those flowers are very thin, only slightly thicker than hair. They are slightly rolled up, slender and fragile, and will break when the wind blows.
They are flowers of the other side.
At this moment, the death energy that filled the city was condensed into their charming petals. They only existed to mourn the city, and their blooming and destruction were just a matter of seconds.
Just like when the clouds gather, it will rain, and when the lightning strikes, the thunder will follow.
When the red flame cut through the sky.
In this city, even the most elderly and helpless old woman knows that the city is about to be destroyed.
They didn't even have time to perform any rituals, and the city would be destroyed in an instant.
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On the bed, Ning Xiaoling struggled to hold up her injured body. She also felt the aura that destroyed all things. She didn't even have time to put on her shoes, so she ran out barefoot. She shouted Ning Jiujiu's name and leaned against her. There was a vague connection between hearts and minds, and they ran towards a fierce place.
In the darkness, a hand grabbed her.
"Senior brother!" Ning Xiaoling screamed and was pulled over.
Ning Jiujiu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him. He turned to look at Zhao Xiang'er and said urgently: "Is it too late?"
The question was whether Zhao Xiang'er could cut a space crack in time and lead them away from the city that was about to be destroyed.
Zhao Xiang'er raised her head, but her eyes were extremely calm. She shook her head and said, "It's too late."
Ning Jiujiu clenched his fists and nodded silently.
They all have determination in their hearts.
The already oppressive darkness seemed even more solemn at this moment. Zhao Xiang'er touched the surface of the ancient umbrella with her fingers and suddenly said: "My mother told me when she gave this umbrella to me that this umbrella is called Qingcheng and this sword is called Qingcheng." country."
Saying this, she walked out of the shadow covered by Jiu Yu and waved to the sky.
Madam Bai, who was like a shooting star, dragging down a long trail of flames, slightly changed her direction and swooped towards Zhao Xianger's position.
"This umbrella is called Qingcheng." Zhao Xianger repeated it again.
Ning Jiujiu understood what she meant.
This is what the empress expected from her.
Now that the city is about to fall, how can she survive alone
This is her city.
All Mrs. Bai's consciousness has been exhausted. At this moment, she can be a young girl, an old man in a recliner, or an old woman weaving a lantern. No matter which one she is, she will eventually turn into a sword.
The intense death burned into the red lotus fire of hell, and then the horror of death became incomparable beauty.
She is now shaped like a feathered serpent, and her burning body is like a moth in the flames.
Zhao Xiang'er opened the red umbrella, and all the spiritual energy in her body was pressed against the umbrella.
Ning Jiujiu stretched out his hand and held the handle of the umbrella. Ning Xiaoling also stretched out his scarred hands and held them firmly together.
They raised their umbrellas in the direction where Mrs. Bai came in the form of a sword.
Boom!
It was like a huge thunder exploded in the city, or like the gate of hell was suddenly broken open, and all the evil scenes of suffering in the world were revealed and then destroyed with the scorching waves of fire.
The surrounding houses were instantly razed to the ground in the huge shock wave, and the living people or dead souls in the houses also disappeared in an instant.
In the center of the fire wave, the ground sunk several feet, and the red umbrella sank suddenly. It was unclear whether it was the cold or the blazing flames rolling on the umbrella surface, and all time seemed to slow down gradually.
The city was in turmoil, the dam of Huangquan cracked, and the gravel rolled into the river, melting and disintegrating rapidly.
The nearby Bianhua flowers were crushed by the violent waves of flames, ending their short-lived bloom.
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The umbrella cover of the red umbrella was still not broken, but the bone sword had torn a hole. The sword pointed downward and moved forward little by little. If Zhao Xiang'er raised her head, she could see the tip of the sword pointed directly at her eyebrows.
Even though they poured all the power into it, the red umbrella is still losing its spirituality rapidly. The umbrella surface is getting thinner and thinner, like a piece of window paper that will be pierced at any time.
When death is approaching, the human brain seems to be spinning rapidly. All the layered pictures overlap in a short period of time, and scenes of light and shadow pass by in an interlaced manner.
Zhao Xiang'er looked at the flowing fire passing through the umbrella, and couldn't help but hear the flaming dress behind the layers of curtains.
She knew that her mother did not really exist most of the time. Most of the time, what she accompanied her was just a shadow of nothingness.
It's not that she doesn't care about the world, it's that she's not in time.
Only that time three years ago, when she was looking at the sunset from a distance, she was awakened by the noise outside the door. The bright shadow of Sanqianxi Kingdom in her eyes was like bubbles. She was very angry, opened the door and beat everyone up. In the end One of the men with the sword seemed a bit powerful. She only broke his scabbard, but she knew in her heart that if that man still dared to fight, she would definitely kill him.
Seeing that they didn't bother anymore, she said sincerely: "I'm watching the sunset with Your Highness, why do you bother me?"
That day, when she returned to the house, her mother called her behind the curtain. At that time, her clothes were still dirty from the fight, but her mother did not dislike it at all. She reached out and touched her head lovingly, She will always remember the feeling at that time. In the red dress with complicated patterns that looked like fire, the white hand was like the gentlest wind in the world, slowly ruffling her long hair.
She raised her head and saw her mother's face - a face that she could not remember now.
But she always remembered the surprise and shock when she looked up at that time, so that she looked at her own face in the mirror many times afterwards, thinking that her mother was so beautiful, why did she look like an ugly little duck.
Memories rushed past in a short period of time. She opened her eyes and looked at the young man who was struggling to support her. She asked softly in her heart: "Mother, is he the fiancé you chose for me? If it is him , why didn't you come to see me before you were sixteen? If it weren't for him, why would he always be pestering me and haunt me? "
Just when this thought came up, another voice suddenly asked in my heart: "What if you chose him yourself?"
On the red umbrella, the intense flames reached its peak. Zhao Xiang'er suddenly opened her eyes and was forced to kneel on one knee. Her teeth were clenched tightly and her body bones were trembling. Her sassy men's clothes were also shaking. Flying in the strong wind, she stared straight ahead. The tip of the sword was pointed directly at her eyebrows, getting closer and closer, as if the next moment, it could penetrate the umbrella and pierce her head.
The bricks on the ground had long been broken into powder. She gritted her teeth and her voice was almost squeezed out from between her teeth: "Ha... I chose it myself. Am I so bad at seeing..."
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Ning Jiujiu also thought of many things.
I thought of the years of practicing in the Taoist temple, of the senior sister who rewarded me with chestnuts as soon as I entered the mountain gate, of the second senior brother who was quite easy-going but could level mountains and seas with his sword, and of the third senior brother who turned out to be a beautiful picture with his sword. Senior brother, and Fourth Senior Sister, who is often away from the mountain and hunts demons in the world all year round, think of many, many things...
There are also painters, craftsmen, crazy old ladies, and black girls from Dahe Town under the Taoist Temple, and black girls who make a living by fishing. The little girl often gives herself a replenished fish, asking her to take it to the Taoist Temple's release pool to release it, and accumulate merit. .
The final scene freezes when he was sixteen years old. He sat on the edge of the cloud cliff all afternoon, looked at the sea of clouds, and imagined what his fiancée would look like far away.
The senior brother told himself that the little girl was extremely beautiful and had the same charm as the senior sister had when she was a child.
Ning Jiujiu admired the senior sister very much, so these words did not move his heart. Instead, he felt that accepting this marriage letter would be disrespectful to the senior sister.
So that day he folded the marriage certificate and handed it back to his senior brother.
And at the same age of sixteen, the fiancée who had only lived in his fantasies and regrets was right in front of him. They were holding the same handle and resisting the same sword. They could see the exhaustion, sweat and burning on each other's faces. Killing intent and persistence until death.
Zhao Xiang'er didn't know.
But he knew that she was his fiancée.
He felt that he should like her.
It's just that except for the night when he woke up from a coma and saw her in her boudoir, he had never really gotten along with her peacefully. Even now, for a month, they were only separated by a room, and he was punched several times every day. He was knocked down, then pushed to the ground and beaten violently.
Even if it's all part of the plan.
They are always walking on the edge of life and death, which is completely different from the peaceful and peaceful life in their previous life.
The huge pressure on the umbrella forced him, Zhao Xianger and Ning Xiaoling to kneel on the ground. Ning Xiaoling was the most seriously injured. After she knelt down, she was shaky and could hardly hold the umbrella handle.
Ning Jiujiu supported her.
His strength was also drained rapidly. He looked at Zhao Xianger and thought that if they died here together today, it would be considered a joint burial. Before he died, he must tell her everything, even if She didn't believe it.
The two were kneeling opposite each other, holding the umbrella handle tightly.
They opened their eyes and looked at each other, knowing that they were both at the end of their strength.
But the sword still penetrated bit by bit, and the surging flames showed no tendency to extinguish.
They were almost certain that even if they died, they would not be able to offset even half of the power of the sword.
To make matters worse, Madam Bai's divinity was also burned in the Red Lotus Hellfire. Although she was still a sword, she became Madam Bai again.
So Fengdu's rules accommodated her.
All the highest-level people in the entire city are gathered to the west of Huangquan at this moment. The already tilted city is even more difficult to prevent from collapsing to one side. In less than ten breaths, even without Madam Bai's sword, the city will collapse. It overturned.
Zhao Xiang'er and Ning Jiujiu opened their eyes, and a faint smile finally appeared on their faces as pale as gold paper.
This is the moment they have been waiting for.
One of the original plans led to this moment.
Although the process was complicated and thrilling due to sudden changes, fortunately, the ending was not as expected.
It's all part of the plan.
Ning Jiujiu released his hand holding the handle of the umbrella. Dots of light appeared around him. He stretched out his hand and drew the flying formation backwards.
He had previously left a brand new formation on the spot, which was originally intended for Zhao Xiang'er to come over, but the follow-up was interrupted due to a sudden change.
At this moment, what he was connected to was that formation.
Zhao Xiang'er gave a clear scolding and used her last strength to hold up the ancient umbrella. She raised her head, and the red waves illuminated her eyebrows. The tip of the sword was only an inch closer to the center of her eyebrows.
In the blink of an eye, the formation's light lit up at the other end of Huang Quan, and Ning Jiujiu's figure was outlined in the light.
At this moment, the sky and the earth tilted, and everything fell towards the west.
Fengdu will save himself before destruction. He will try his best to find a container in the east city and pour all his power into him, trying to temporarily maintain balance and prevent his own destruction.
Ning Changjiu is this container.
His body had been drilled countless times by Zhao Xiang'er in this month, and every punch was to help him better accommodate these powers today.
He understood that his body also had a layer of shackles, which seemed to lock his realm tightly.
In the previous life, when he entered the temple, the senior sister gave him a chestnut and opened this shackles.
But in this life, he can only rely on himself.
In the month of Fengdu, all the efforts have been for this moment.
He will use the power of the entire city to break the shackles of his body!
The darkness between heaven and earth poured into his body like a torrent.
He opened his eyes and looked at the fire on the other side and the dark night. His whole body seemed to be torn into countless pieces. Something familiar in his body broke through everything and roared loudly.
He roared back.
He stretched out his hand and pointed directly at the sky, his eyes lit up with light of pure gold.
There is no moon in this world, and a red sun is needed to radiate light and tear apart all the darkness.
Now he saw the sun.
In the sea of qi, Zi Mansion finally opened a hole, holding out the golden-rimmed red sun that was shining brightly.
That was his innate spirit, and it was also his light that broke through the long night.
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