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These words made Fu Changling a little embarrassed.
He didn't know how to answer for a while, he hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "I'm just afraid of him."
Yan Ming smiled: "Why are you afraid, only you know."
With that said, Yan Ming looked at the moon in the sky, then raised the cup, looked at Fu Changling, and said seriously: "Brother Fu, I don't know whether to live or die in the battle tomorrow. I respect you for this last glass of wine."
Hearing this, Fu Changling looked at Yan Ming, who had a clear face in front of him.
He was still young, and he had a bright future. Fu Changling couldn't help laughing. He also raised his glass: "I'll accompany you to drink this glass of wine, but don't worry, you will be alive tomorrow."
"Brother Fu is so confident?"
Fu Changling paused, he looked at Yan Ming in front of him, he suddenly felt that the man's eyes seemed to be a bottomless vortex, engulfing his whole body, making him a little dazed. However, after just a moment of chaos, he became clear.
"Of course."
Fu Changling and Yan Ming clinked glasses. He didn't know how, but he couldn't help but repeat what Yan Ming told him back then: "Since I promised to take you out, I will naturally take you out."
"Then, I will ask Brother Fu."
Yan Ming said and drank the wine together with Fu Changling.
After drinking, Yan Ming put down the glass and got up to leave. Fu Changling watched Yan Ming leave. He was drinking wine, looking at the moon in the sky, and the man under the moonlight.
That man didn't wear a crown tonight, his long hair was only half tied back with a headband, and he looked a little more calm.
Fu Changling looked at that person, and suddenly became a little confused.
He seems to have suddenly returned to the Hongmeng Temple many years ago. At that time, he was the leader of the Immortal Alliance, and Qin Yan had passed away for many years.
He couldn't sleep even after Qin Yan's death. The only way to be at peace was to go to the places where Qin Yan had been and look for the traces left by the other party.
He remembered that year when he completely built the Hongmeng Temple and came to Qin Yan's bedroom. His bedroom was very cold, and there were no walls on the sides. The walls were carved into huge moon arches. Seeing the moon hanging outside the Moon Palace Gate, the silver radiance sprinkled on the floor of the black Dali Temple, making the whole room look cold and beautiful, just like him.
The first night he came, he slept in Qin Yan's bedroom. In the middle of the night, he vaguely heard someone's voice. When he opened his eyes, he saw Qin Yan sitting by the moon arch, meditating quietly.
He didn't dare to make a sound, he just stared at Qin Yan's figure, motionless.
It wasn't until dawn when he opened his eyes that the tears had dried up.
At this moment, he looked at Qin Yan in the distance, as if he was in a dream. He was suddenly in a trance, and he didn't know whether he was really reborn or just a dream.
And the other party seemed to have noticed his gaze, he turned his head, his cold and cold eyes fell on him, and finally he raised his cup and gestured to him.
Fu Changling was stunned for a while, then he laughed, raised the cup in his hand, and then drank it with Qin Yan.
Then the two went back to their rooms, Fu Changling slept on the couch, Qin Yan slept on the bed, and Yan Ming slept in the next room. Fu Changling couldn't fall asleep. He looked at the moonlight in the distance and struggled for a long time before he said, "Qin Yan."
Qin Yan replied in the dark night, and Fu Changling said slowly: "Actually, I shouldn't be afraid of you, right?"
Qin Yan was silent and listened to Fu Changling: "I have no reason to be afraid of you. We only meet for the first time now, right?"
After a long time, Qin Yan said slowly, "Yes."
"Qin Yan," Fu Changling heard Qin Yan's voice, he felt a little sleepy, and said slowly, "When we leave Xuanji's secret realm, we will separate, and then we will part ways and live our own lives. "
Qin Yan was speechless for a long time, and Fu Changling slowly fell asleep. He was half awake and half asleep when he heard the cold and cold voice of the man, and replied, "Okay."
When Fu Changling woke up, Qin Yan and Yan Ming were already waiting for him.
He yawned and got up, and just after taking a shower, he heard Wu Sisi's voice coming from far away outside the door: "Fu Lang~Fu Lang, are you awake!"
The sound made Fu Changling shudder, so frightened that the handkerchief in his hand fell into the basin. Wu Sisi rushed into the door and saw Qin Yan and Yan Ming who were ready to meditate beside her, and Fu Changling who had just washed her face. She took two steps forward, pinched Fu Changling's ear, gritted her teeth and said coquettishly, "Fu Lang~~ You got up so early!"
"It hurts," Fu Changling quickly pulled Wu Sisi's hand away and hurriedly said, "It's better to get up early than to get up by chance. No, I just woke up and you came here, isn't it just right? What am I delaying?"
"Fortunately, you didn't delay," Wu Sisi lowered her voice, "or the old lady would hack you."
Fu Changling "hiss" and couldn't help but say, "How can True Monarch Mingxiu bear you?"
Wu Sisi snorted coldly, turned around, twisted her waist and said loudly, "Hurry up, or it will be too late to rush to the sacrifice."
Wu Sisi urged, and the group had nothing to prepare for. Fu Changling hid the Shifang Execution Array in his sleeves and walked towards the altar among the crowd.
It seemed that all the people in the town had come out, and before they walked onto the street, they saw a bustling crowd. Fu Changling was walking with Qin Yan and Yan Ming, and Fu Changling was walking in the middle, saying, "Wait a while, you will all know what you are going to do. ?"
This is not difficult, both of them replied: "Clear."
Fu Changling was relieved, and the group followed the crowd and crowded around the altar.
The altar is still surrounded by wooden cages as they were when they came, but the monks seen in the cages have now become bones.
Qin Yan and Yan Ming frowned when they saw such a scene. Fu Changling was not surprised. He tapped the fan in his hand and observed the surrounding situation.
There were more and more people, and when the last person on the street entered the compound, the gate of the compound was closed. After a while, there was the sound of fine drums around, and everyone spontaneously quieted down. Then on the altar, a man and a woman walked up. They were dressed in long robes that reached the ground, with colorful feathers on their heads, and bells were hung on their hands and feet, and the bells rang with their movements.
They went up to the altar in a dignified manner, and then began to dance with specific footsteps in the chanting of the four priests beside them.
The dance poses of these people were different from most of Yun Ze’s dance poses. Fu Changling looked at this dance pose and felt vaguely familiar, but before he could react, he heard the drumbeat suddenly loudly and the sky seemed to be torn apart by light. , a man dressed in black and wearing a fangs mask slowly descended from the light.
As soon as the man appeared, everyone present hurriedly knelt down, and everyone's faces showed a kind of frenzy that was almost obsessive. They kept kowtowing, shouting the name of the man and worshipping: "Holy Venerable Qianqiu! Good luck!"
Fu Changling, Qin Yan and the others were standing in the crowd, looking unusually abrupt, but no one noticed them. They were all focused on the "Holy Venerable" who had just appeared, and kept calling for the Holy Venerable.
The Holy Venerable slowly landed on the altar, Fu Changling approached Qin Yan, opened his fan, and whispered, "Do you think this person was transformed according to Ye Lan's appearance?"
When Qin Yan heard Fu Changling calling "Ye Lan" directly, he couldn't help but shout: "Presumptuous!"
Ye Lan was Yun Ze's most respected swordsman. Fu Changling called him by his name, which was indeed unacceptably rude to a swordsman like Qin Yan.
Fu Changling shrugged, straightened up, and fanned the wind with the Qinggu Fan in his hand.
Wu Sisi was already kneeling in the crowd, only Fu Changling and others remained, looking up at the saint on the altar.
The Holy Venerable opened his arms and recited in a strong voice: "The power of the wish—"
Everyone kneeling on the ground raised their heads, opened their hands, looked up at the sky, and recited with the Holy Venerable: "The power of may-"
Seeing the appearance of these people, Fu Changling's expression changed a little, and he could not help clenching the small fan in his hand.
He was familiar with this scene, he had seen it before.
"Bathing all beings..." Fu Changling couldn't help but spit out the next sentence.
Hearing this, Qin Yan turned his head to look at him subconsciously. At the same time, the saint on the altar also raised his voice and shouted towards the sky, "Bath all beings!"
"Bathing all beings..."
"The power of wish, bathe all beings..."
The prayers in the square came one after another, and Fu Changling frowned.
Such a scene was exactly the scene he encountered that night when he got the news and went to the Wugou Palace to exterminate the demon cultivator and capture Qin Yan.
At that time, Wugou Palace looked like this. All the demon cultivators knelt on the ground and prayed similar prayers with the priests above.
Fu Changling's heart beat faster, and the veins on his head jumped up involuntarily.
Shangguan Hong's exercises, Qin Yan's arrival, the strange rune behind Shangguan Yuemin's back, and the prayer scene of acquaintance with the prison at this moment...
At this moment, Fu Changling suddenly had an inexplicable intuition. He felt that there seemed to be an invisible net around him. He was the prey on this net, and he was being stared at by a spider.
Fu Changling felt that he couldn't hear the voices around him. He kept reviewing recent events in his mind. He always felt that he had overlooked something, and it seemed that something was developing quietly without him realizing it.
An inexplicable unease enveloped him, and at this moment, the ground under his feet trembled, and he asked them in a low voice, "Outlander—"
With that said, Fu Changling and Qin Yan felt controlled by an invisible force, that force held him, Qin Yan, Yan Ming, and several other monks from outside, and dropped them on the altar together, and then Just listen to the Holy Venerable ask: "Outlanders, are you qualified to leave?"
After asking, a ray of light shrouded the cultivator closest to the Holy Venerable. Before the cultivator could speak, he screamed in agony, then fell to the ground, and was "sucked" in a strange posture. ground.
He was struggling desperately, as if he wanted to get up from the ground, but there were many white and tender arms sticking out from the ground. They grabbed the cultivator and pulled him into the ground.
The bluestone altar actually made this man pulled by those arms, sinking into it little by little.
The cultivator screamed desperately, Qin Yan's face changed greatly, he squeezed his sword and looked up at Wu Sisi in the crowd.
"Save me! Save me!"
The cultivator was pulled into the ground little by little, and at that moment, Yan Ming seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, he suddenly drew his sword, stabbed towards the Holy Venerable, and shouted: "Old thief die! "
Fu Changling stopped breathing when he saw Yan Ming rushing out. He moved subconsciously, and saw a broad-sleeved shirt standing in front of him, Fu Changling froze, Qin Yan stared at him and said, "Trust me."
Said, Qin Yan drew his sword and came out. Fu Changling looked at the backs of Qin Yan and Yan Ming, he took a deep breath, turned and jumped into the chaotic crowd.
trust him.
Fu Changling decided to bet once and believed Qin Yan.
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