Just this one sentence has revealed too much.
Xie Buchen had already suspected his identity, and he had just been attacked by that powerful force. Even though at this moment, this so-called "Ying Kui" was wearing a strange skin, how could he not guess it
Especially, he said such words to Jianchou.
This vast country of ruins seems so empty. People standing here seem as small as ants, yet it feels like they are standing in the wilderness.
The demonic blood on the edge of the Yixiantian sword shone brightly in the light of the sky.
Jianchou looked back at him and could see the scars hidden in his eyes, as well as the strong confusion, just like when he had cut out his heart in front of her that year.
She knew he wanted an answer.
But she didn't answer in the end, and the sword blocking Xie Buchen didn't move away at all.
Fu Chaosheng's heart gradually grew colder.
He wanted to stay here for a while longer, thinking that maybe in the next moment, he would hear the answer he wanted.
But after a long silence, the world remains silent.
Then he suddenly laughed, perhaps because this disappointment was close to giving up, and it was suppressed into a kind of crazy calmness.
He didn't say another word, nor did he intend to continue attacking Xie Buchen.
He took a few steps back and turned away.
The figure flashed and disappeared into the void.
Fu Chaosheng was running fast in the wind, as if only the cold wind blowing in his face could extinguish the fire in his heart and freeze the wound that had suddenly opened up in his heart.
The huge and ancient world of ruins flew past under his feet.
In his hand he tightly grasped a beam of purple light like an orchid bud, which instantly broke through the barrier and was about to rush out of this dreamland directly and head towards the starting point or the end of the wasteland!
Behind him, the dream country remains.
Jianchou slowly put down his sword.
Xie Buchen stood behind her, raised his hand to cover his lips, and coughed. Blood stained his fingers and lips. His face became much paler, and his eyebrows were cold. He only asked Jianchou: "He seems to have misunderstood your purpose. Don't you want to chase him and explain?"
It seems that Xie Buchen also figured out the identity of "Ying Kui".
Seeing that the sword of sorrow was returned to its sheath, he just turned his head and stared at him, saying, "Thank you, Daoist friend, you seem to be very clear about my purpose."
"How can you be so kind as to draw your sword to save me?" Xie Buchen smiled, but his eyes were a little gloomy, and the superficial politeness between him and Jianchou was wiped out in the coldness of mutual calculation. "Every surprise that falls from the sky has a huge price hidden behind it. You understand this, and I understand it too." ωＷＷ.166xs.cc
After all, he is still the same Xie Buchen.
Jianchou couldn't help but admire it.
Even at this moment, my mind is still so clear.
She did not deny that she had ulterior motives, because whether she admitted it or denied it, it would not be possible to dispel Xie Buchen's suspicion. Moreover, things had come to this point, and all the conspiracies and plots had become unimportant.
All that remains is the result.
Jianchou turned around and said, "We are trapped in this situation. There must be someone plotting behind the scenes. Let's get out of this situation first and then make plans."
But Xie Buchen stood there without moving a step, just looking at her back, and suddenly asked her: "That stick of incense, shouldn't it be made of more than just three drops of the Nine-headed Bird's blood? When I approached Pangu's Heart just now, the blood stains on the ground were mixed with Pangu's blood. In the more than four hundred years of the Yuanshi Realm, I looked through all the classics I brought back from the City of Wrongful Death before I was sure that there was such an incense. After the battle between you and me in Qingfeng Temple, I was almost dying, and you disappeared for a decade. Judging from the battle between Yin and Yang Realm later, you went to the Extreme Domain during that time. If I'm not mistaken, you also entered the City of Wrongful Death a long time ago. It's no coincidence that you appeared in that old house on the day after conquering the Ghost Gate."
Jianchou stopped and pondered over Xie Buchen's words. He turned around and looked at his expression at the moment, but he did not deny what he had just speculated. He just smiled and said, "But you should be able to feel that this fragrance is not on me now."
It’s indeed her!
The hostility between Xie Buchen's brows finally began to emerge, and his fingers hanging by his side clenched the ink ruler, as if he was trying hard to suppress something.
He closed his eyes slightly to maintain his calm appearance.
But the ferocity within was churning in my heart.
At this moment, he looked solemn and cold, and only asked the last question: "Where is the incense?"
Jianchou just casually raised his hand, pointed at the snowy and dark sun above, and answered calmly: "It was stolen."
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On the wide street, there was a mercury-like mirror between Fu Jiansheng and Jianchou.
But at this time, Jianchou was actually sitting cross-legged.
She seemed to be asleep, her slender eyebrows like the indigo of distant mountains were slightly frowned, as if she had had a not very good dream.
A snow-white figure appeared beside her silently.
The robe was extremely flowing, woven from extremely light wild goose feathers.
This person has a face that is hard to remember. It is very clear when you see it, but you will forget it completely when you turn your head away.
Just like a person's dream.
When in a dream, the experience is extremely clear and one can empathize with the person, but when one wakes up one often remembers nothing.
Only that pair of deep eyes, filled with a myriad of dreamlike brilliance, faintly revealing a hint of purple, deep and shallow, bright and dark, which makes people forget the world at first sight.
It seems to come on the moon.
He just stood there, looked for a while, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and then he gently raised his hand.
Without any movement, the corner of Jianchou's hanging sleeves began to flutter.
A long and narrow box flew out from her sleeve.
Yueying opened his palm, and the wooden box fell right into his palm. With another snap of his fingers, the lid of the box opened, and inside was a stick of three purple incense sticks that had broken for some reason.
Finally got it.
Now that the incense has fallen into his hands and he is in this desolate area, all that is left is the divine key.
Fortunately, everything in this world is under his control.
With just a slight squint, he could clearly perceive where Fu Chaosheng was going. At this moment, he collected the broken incense sticks and leaped into the air!
The snow-white robe turned into snow-white wings and disappeared into the void in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace.
After he left, Jianchou, who had just fallen into a dream, opened his eyes.
In these calm eyes, how could there be even a hint of trance from someone who has just woken up from a dream
A deep and dark silence!
A curve appeared on her lips, and she laughed coldly in her heart, but she did not chase after him, and she did not even care that the three drops of incense were stolen. She just stood up, tapped the scabbard lightly, and broke the mirror in front of her.
“Pah.”
The silver coins were scattered all over the ground.
Fu Jiansheng, who was on the other side of the mirror, was awakened at this moment, with a dazed look in his eyes, as if he was still trapped in what he had just seen and felt.
Jianchou looked at him, and for a moment he seemed to be hesitant to speak.
But in the end, I slowly asked him: "What did you see?"