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Black Qi swirled beside him, completely wrapping Fu Changling and Yan Ming, completely isolating them from the surroundings.
Fu Changling felt that all the voices were gone, he stared blankly at Yan Ming, Yan Ming stretched out his hand towards him and looked at him tenderly, he couldn't tell for a moment whether this person was the Yan Ming of the previous life or the Yan Ming of this life.
Obviously he had told himself before that the person in this life is the person in this life, if a person has no memory, he is not the Yan Ming he wanted in the previous life. So under the guise of a toast, he said sorry to Yan Ming to say goodbye. But when Yan Ming looked down at him, he suddenly felt that this person seemed to be the same person from the previous life, he was the same as the previous life, there was no difference.
He couldn't help holding Yan Ming's hand, Yan Ming suddenly fell from the air and fell into Fu Changling's arms.
"Hold on." Fu Changling hurriedly took out his spiritual bag to feed him, but Yan Ming's wound did not improve in any way.
Fu Changling immediately realized that this was a blow from the master of this world with all his strength. As long as they continued to stay in the secret realm of Xuanji, or the "Holy Venerable" was still the master of this world, they would have nothing to do with this wound.
At this moment, even if the Ten Directions Execution Array has been opened, the "Holy Venerable" is still entangled with Wu Sisi. With the strength of both sides, the "Holy Venerable" cannot be completely defeated for a while and a half.
But Yan Ming couldn't wait so long.
The only way to save Yan Ming was to immediately open Xuanji's secret realm and send Yan Ming out.
After all, the place where Yan Ming entered Xuanji's secret realm was at his master's door. His master was a great master. If they could leave the secret realm immediately, where did Yan Ming come from, he would go back from there, and when he met his master, Maybe there is still a chance.
Fu Changling was thinking about all the ways out. Yan Ming leaned in his arms and vomited blood. Seeing that Fu Changling seemed hesitant, he raised his head and looked at Fu Changling. His bloody hand held Fu Changling's palm, and his young eyes Full of longing.
"I... I want to go back... "
He vomited blood, but still prayed in his voice: "My master... My master... is still waiting for me, get out... I will survive if I go out. I don't want to die here."
"You promised me."
He repeated, "You promised me."
Fu Changling didn't speak, he felt the strength of Yan Ming's grip on him and looked into his eyes.
His eyes are clean and gentle. Exactly as he imagined.
He promised him.
Just like back then, Yan Ming also promised him that he would take Fu Changling out, so he tried his best to not leave him behind.
"Don't worry," Fu Changling became flustered in his heart. As he used his spiritual power to heal Yan Ming, he hurriedly said, "I will take you out, you won't die here."
"It's too late..." Yan Ming's eyes were full of clarity, "The Ten Directions Execution Formation... It's too late..."
Just like in his previous life, if it was a little later, it would be too late.
Fu Changling's mood was agitated, he almost did not hesitate, and he planned to respond, but just before he opened his mouth, a pure heart talisman suddenly lit up in his palm, and a coldness ran from the palm of his hand to the top of his head, which made him think Instant clarity.
Qin Yan's reminder suddenly flashed in his mind: "You promise me that you will never open the seal of Xuanji's secret realm."
"I know that you attract bees and butterflies, but now that you are in danger, you need to be more careful."
This is not Yan Ming!
He had cast two forbidden spells on Yan Ming long ago, one was the same concentric spell as Qin Yan, and the other was the heart-clearing spell.
At this moment, the heart-clearing spell was effective, and it must be that Yan Ming used illusions on him.
He didn't have time to think about what Yan Ming was doing, so he just pushed the person in his arms away, and in the dark fog, the little golden fan was about to cast a spell.
However, the other party was faster. Almost the moment he opened the golden fan, "Yan Ming" suddenly stretched out his hand and held down his small fan. At the same time, another person was behind Fu Changling and covered Fu Changling's mouth.
Fu Changling gasped for breath.
He probably knew what it was in his heart. He looked at Yan Ming indifferently at his face, and his breathing became more and more anxious.
He planted a concentric curse on Yan Ming, but if Yan Ming can still do something to him at this moment, there is only one explanation—Yan Ming is not a human being.
Only someone who is not a human can still do something to him after being hit by his concentric curse.
It's not a person, who appears in the secret territory and knows his memory and what he thinks in his heart, then there is only one thing.
Heart demon.
This is extremely common in secret realms, but he did not expect that the inner demon would appear in such an unexpected way.
Where did this demon come from? Is it his own nourishment or is it deliberately cultivated by others? He has been close to him for so long, why is the purpose
Numerous thoughts flashed through Fu Changling's mind in an instant, and the other party seemed to understand his thoughts as well.
"Where did you ask me from?"
"Yan Ming" leaned in front of him, he laughed and pointed to Fu Changling's heart: "Your heart."
"Your heart is impure, Huayang-Jun."
Hearing this, Fu Changling closed his eyes, and he recited the Qingxin mantra frantically in his heart, trying desperately not to think about any past events or reveal any flaws in his heart.
In the face of demons, one cannot have any flaws in one's heart.
"Yan Ming" looked at his expression, and seemed to have discovered something extremely interesting. His lower body had turned into black smoke, wrapping around Fu Changling, and said slowly: "Do you think a pure heart talisman can save you? Since the secret realm, I have begun to take shape. I have been by your side and observed you for so long, collecting your emotions little by little and nourishing my body. Your every apology, every eye, every wry smile is a My nourishment. You know, your inner demon has been nourished for a long time, and I just borrowed his power."
"Immortal Alliance Leader, True Monarch Huayang," Yan Ming stopped by his ear and said softly, "Why can't you tell a little inner demon?"
"That's because," he said softly, "you are used to the existence of demons in your heart. How can you live without us being transformed into the person you want in your heart? You think that in those ten years, you have been living again and again. Who is the shadow of Qin Yan you see?"
Fu Changling didn't speak, only cold sweat dripped down from his forehead. The heart-clearing talisman in the palm of his hand lit up repeatedly, and the pain repeatedly pulled him back from the voice of the inner demon.
Looking at his appearance, "Yan Ming" chuckled lightly.
"A pure heart talisman," his hand swiped from Fu Changling's chest all the way to his face, and then placed it on his face. There was still wet blood on his hand, and the familiar smell of blood entered Fu Changling's nose. Looking sideways, looking at him with a bit of pity in his eyes, "Can you stop your obsession with Qin Yan for so many decades, can your Fu family be full of hatred?"
"Fu Changling," he said softly, "Do you still remember your family's bloody debts?"
Hearing this, Fu Changling was stunned.
That is, at that moment, the black qi screamed and poured into his body, the surroundings were spinning, and he suddenly couldn't tell where he was.
He seemed to be back when he was nineteen years old. The whole Fu family was in flames. He was wearing a filial piety with a white filial piety belt tied around his forehead. He listened to the voices of his second uncle and younger brother in the crowd, and shouted loudly to all the ordinary disciples: "Run What are you looking at, run!"
And he can't leave. He is the core member of the Fu family. He is supported by the family. In times of crisis, he must be on the front line.
So he and the Fu family were on the front line all the time. Blood splashed all over his face that night, and the people around him fell one by one. In the end, he finally exhausted his spiritual power and fell into a place of blood.
Then he saw Qin Yan, white clothed with red eyes, and his jade sword stained with blood. He followed behind a masked man, who came to him in the light of fire and the blood of his people.
It was raining lightly around, and the weak autumn rain could not douse the fire of Fu's family, nor could it wash away the blood of Fu's family.
"Do you remember?"
The voice of "Yan Ming" sounded again: "Then you are still tempted by him? Did you promise me?"
"I... I didn't... "
Fu Changling shivered and spoke with difficulty.
"you have not?"
"Yan Ming" approached him: "You have. You chose him, you gave up on me, you see, now you are protecting me for him."
"You forgot what you promised me."
"I do not have!"
"You forgot what you promised back then and what you thought when you left the secret realm. You said you were waiting for me. At that time, you thought in your heart that in this life, you will only like me alone."
"I didn't forget!" Fu Changling finally couldn't control it, and he cried out in a low voice, "I didn't forget... I didn't forget..."
"Then you," Yan Ming held up his face and looked at him seriously, "why didn't you save me?"
Fu Changling stared blankly at the person in front of him.
His face was stained with blood, just as Fu Changling remembered.
He couldn't see him at that time, but he clearly remembered that on this holy altar, in this secret realm of Xuanji, he heard muffled muffled one after another. He thought, if he could see at that time, Yan Ming at that time should be like this at this moment.
"Yan Ming" wiped away his tears with his slender fingers, and looked at him tenderly: "Changling, you have already opened the secret realm of Xuanji for me once."
Yan Ming said with tears in his eyes: "Why not now? Are you going to give up on me for Qin Yan?"
Why not
Fu Changling listened to the question of the person in front of him, and he couldn't tell who this person was for a while.
The sound of Changling is very like an old man.
Like his father, like his family, like his friends, like those unjust souls who were killed by Qin Yan's sword.
He felt that Yan Ming was not questioning him, but everyone was questioning him.
He only felt that despair overwhelmed him for a moment. He seemed to see the future, see fate, and see the people around him fall one by one.
He did not choose Qin Yan!
He will not allow and will never let Qin Yan hurt anyone in his life again.
He hasn't forgotten his feelings for Yan Ming. Even if he doesn't love Yan Ming in this life, he will never love anyone else.
If he wants to save Yan Ming, he must save Yan Ming.
Fu Changling gasped and raised his head, he fixedly looked at Yan Ming in front of him.
"I'll save you," he grabbed his sleeve and panted, "Yan Ming, don't be afraid, I'll definitely take you out."
"I didn't forget," he explained desperately. "What he did, I always remember."
"I promised you, even if you don't know it, I will always remember it."
As he spoke, he felt that his eyes were blurred by tears and turned into a lingering mist.
He was looking at "Yan Ming" in front of him, but he was no longer looking like a teenager.
What he saw was the shadow of many years ago.
Only now did he know that he remembered it so clearly. He seemed to have suddenly returned to his youth, those forgotten and calm emotions suddenly surged, and the love that had been put down suddenly boiled.
He remembered the strong wind and heavy snow that year, Yan Ming stopped in front of him and asked in a low voice, "Fu family?"
He remembered that Yan understood the temperature of the jade sword in the palm of his hand, he held him and walked so long;
He remembered Yan Ming saying to him, 'I said I would protect you out, so I wouldn't abandon you. ';
He also remembered that Yan Ming once clenched his hand in the strong wind and yelled at him, "Fu Changling! Go out and live, I'll find you!".
He remembered that he had touched his face quietly at night, remembered that he had kissed his thin lips in despair in the snow, remembered that he had driven mountains and rivers to spring for him with one sword, and remembered that he had sent a flower to the dead in the night rain By the window, it was raining silently.
He remembered the most clearly and deeply the moment when he hugged him in the ice and snow, thinking they would all die there.
The despair and pain at that moment were mixed with the powerlessness of facing the death of relatives and friends countless times in the previous life, and he could no longer think or think too much.
He vaguely seemed to hear Qin Yan's hoarse cry, but he couldn't care less, so he chose Yan Ming.
In the previous life, in this life, he could not choose Qin Yan. Because no matter how beautiful Qin Yan is, he is also a murderer and a sin.
He shivered and put his hands on the altar, feeling the pattern of the pattern in the center of the altar, recalling the scene of the previous life.
In the last life, it was at this altar that he found the exit of Xuanji's secret realm.
In the last life, it was at this position that he used the Spirit Gathering Pagoda to forcibly form an elixir to break the formation of Xuanji's secret realm.
Then his golden core shattered, and he and Yan Ming never saw each other again.
But it doesn't matter.
As long as Yan Ming can live, see his master, and let his master heal him, anything is possible.
He owes Yan Ming a life, and he failed to pay it back in the last life. In this life, he will pay him back.
Fresh blood poured into the formation, that is, at that moment, the sword wind came fiercely, Fu Changling raised his head in surprise, and then saw the white jade sword breaking through the crowd, and then the tip of the sword stopped in front of him, Qin Yan was covered in blood, and the sword was as steady as a mountain.
The snow particles in the wind rolled past the two of them. Qin Yan was covered in blood, his wide sleeves were flying, and the jade pendant of the Hongmeng Temple on his waist was rippling in the wind. The blood-stained spikes rose and fell. .
His hand holding the sword did not tremble at all, and Luo Shanhe Riyue's eyes looked at Fu Changling quietly.
"Stop it," his voice fell into the wind and snow, "otherwise, I really can only kill you."
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