The morning light is faint, the sky is a little clear, and the dome is a clear water. Looking down from the top of the extinction peak, the dark and gloomy mountain tops lie in the distance, and a few white clouds are faintly dotted on the top of the head. However, in the ink-like landscape, there seemed to be circles of black mist swirling around, shrouding the towns and cities. It was an unknown monster moth. They almost slaughtered half of Wufang's disciples a few days ago. If it weren't for the great formation left by the ancestors, I'm afraid Wufang has now become a lair of monster moths.
Wufang, Zhonggu, and Kunlun Mountain disciples lined up under the sword-wiping stage. Everyone was wearing their swords in plain clothes. At a glance, they were full of white clothes that beat the snow, like paper puppets in an array. Yuan Ku stood in front of the Wufang Hall, the silver mask covering his hideous face. He held the hilt of the dead wild goose epee, and with all his strength he could see the three townships and twelve towns at the foot of Wufang Mountain. He said sadly: "This is a great disaster that has never existed in the world for thousands of years! Fu Lan was executed, we thought everything was going to be fine, let our guard down, but unexpectedly this evil beast left a monster moth, wreaking havoc! The monster moths were besieged on the extinction peak, and they were sent to the towns and slaughtered the villages. The old man is to blame for his death, and when the monster moths are wiped out, the old man will definitely apologize to all of you!"
"The sect master's words are important!" Nie Chonghua cupped his hands from below, "This calamity cannot be saved, what is the sect master's fault?"
"That's right," Bai Mingjun replied, "the lips are dead and the teeth are cold, and there is no way to go to the west is Kunlun, and the distance between them is only a hundred miles. If the demon moth breaks through the barrier and flies to Kunlun, the south falls, and the demon moth walks north immediately. All the factions in the Central Plains suffered. The Central Plains fell, and it would be difficult for us to turn the situation around. Now the enchantment of the three townships and twelve towns is supported by the extinction peak, which is not a long-term solution. We must watch and help each other to tide over the difficulties together!"
Nie Chonghua put his hands behind his hands and faced the disciples of Sanshan, and said loudly, "Now, we have assembled the main force of the three mountains on the peak of extinction, and we will go down to the three villages to destroy the monster moths. Remember, those walking corpses move in groups, accumulating more and more, and they seem to be organized. There must be evil spirits behind it. Every time the children of Xianmen go to clean up the moths, within a moment, there must be corpses from other parties to come to reinforce. Demon moths, slay the walking corpses! This battle is only allowed to be successful, but not allowed to be defeated. If it is successful, I will turn the world from danger to safety. If I lose, there will be no way to be in danger.
The disciples of the three mountains said in unison, "The disciples take orders!"
"Slaying demons and eliminating demons, you must die!" Yuan Ku shouted as he drew his sword.
"Slaying the demons and eliminating the demons, there is no excuse for death!" Everyone shouted in unison, and the sound shook the mountains and rivers.
At this moment, several disciples climbed up the hanging blank jade steps leaning on their swords and shouted loudly: "Master Sect Master! Master Sect Master, he, he is back! He is back!"
Everyone was shocked, and the shouting stopped abruptly. Everyone made way for those disciples, who stumbled forward and fell under the long steps of the palace. Yuan Ku was stunned, his figure flashed, and he appeared in front of the leading disciple, clutching his arm tightly and asked sharply, "Is it a spiritual pivot?"
"No, it's not the little uncle!" The disciple was full of panic, and seemed to be terrified to the extreme.
He was about to continue speaking, when the sound of footsteps came from the hanging white jade steps, and it was getting closer and closer. It seemed to be an ominous clapper sound in a nightmare. When the clapper sound stopped, someone would die. Everyone unconsciously held their breath and stared at the top of the hanging blank jade steps. The air is getting colder, it was originally a hot summer, but it seems to have fallen into a cold winter in an instant. There was a icy cold air spreading all over the place, and there were actually white snow on the dome. Someone stretched out his hand, caught a crystal snowflake, and muttered, "It's snowing..."
Hanging above the white jade steps, at the end of the wind and snow, a man finally appeared. Black clothes, black boots, black knives, wearing a hood, like a displaced ghost with nowhere to reincarnate. Yuan Ku opened his eyes wide, trying his best to see the man's face. But he hung his head, the shadow of his hood covering his cheeks.
He walked forward silently, and the disciple in white unknowingly stepped back and made way. He walked to the sword-wiping platform, snowflakes falling on his shoulders. He slowly took off his hood, revealing a head of white hair, which at first glance seemed to have been dyed white by the wind and snow. At this time, Yuan Ku finally saw the child's face clearly. He was young as always, but he had no expression at all, like a sculpture frozen by snow, cold and indifferent.
"Qi Yin!?" Yuan Ku looked at him in amazement.
Everyone stared at the white-haired young man with a surprised look in their eyes. No one could have imagined that he would jump off the Extinction Peak alone and come back alive, let alone that he would turn into such a strange appearance.
It's just a ghost, a ghost crawling back from hell.
Yuan Ku shouted angrily: "What's wrong with your hair and your eyes? You are a scumbag, could it be that you have also practiced some sorcery! Could it be that the rotten heart in the forbidden area really belongs to you? You put it on. The heart of a demon!" He said bitterly, "One or two of you fell into the evil way and turned into this inhuman appearance, you are worthy of Yuan..."
"Don't talk about it." Qi Yin interrupted him, looking up at the rising snow in the sky. The snowflakes swirled and fell, and the dome looked like a huge icy fence in his eyes. He remembered that many days ago, when he came here, there was Fu Lan and the black cat by his side, but now everything has changed. He whispered: "Yuan Ku, you and I both know the purpose of my coming. When you killed my brother, it took half a stick of incense from when you started the Taishang Killing Array to when my brother disappeared. From now on, I will give You kill me in half a stick of incense, let's start."
"What do you mean?" Nie Chonghua raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes, "Qi Yin, you are in cahoots with the demons, you are the first offender, and you are the only child of the elders of Yuanwei. We elders don't care about you for the time being. We will deal with the demons and moths. You. Come here, take him down and ban him from Tianzhu Cliff!"
Qi Yin glanced at her silently and said nothing. Nie Chonghua was startled and unconsciously clenched the scabbard of his sword. Qi Yin's eyes were completely different from those of the past. He had knelt at her feet and wept bitterly during the peace meeting. Those were begging eyes, like a homeless beggar, like a helpless dog. But now, there is nothing in his silver-gray eyes, only endless coldness.
He suddenly pulled out his knife and waved his backhand. The blade wind of the bone-cutting knife swept across half of the table, and the head of the paper puppet-like disciple was cut off at the same time, like a stubble of rice that had been pinched to the tip, and fresh blood poured from the water. Splashes out from the neck. Everyone screamed shrilly and fled the area.
Bai Mingjun was shocked and pointed at Qi Yin with trembling fingers, "You... you lunatic!"
Yuan Ku's eyes were splitting and he said, "Qi Yin, you really understand what you are doing!"
"You guessed it right, I changed my mind, so now I'm a monster. Isn't it only natural for monsters to kill people?" Qi Yin said calmly, his voice was flat, and there was no ups and downs from beginning to end, but everyone From this quiet man, I felt the murderous intent. He said, "You only have half a stick of incense to save you. After half a stick of incense, if I don't turn to ashes like my brother, then..." He raised his eyes, his silver-gray eyes were cold and indifferent, "I will. Let all of you be buried with my brother."
The gentle and sticky blood spread in all directions, and the air was silent. Yuan Ji's eyes filled with grief, and he slowly let out a sigh of relief, "It's retribution, when Yuan Ji made the decision to hide from your father the fact that he has a wife and children, he drafted a divorce letter and sent it to Wujiang. That letter , is the pen of the old man's generation. Back then, when you were with Feng at the beginning of the year, I stood on the Siguo cliff and watched you enter the mountain gate from a distance, and I saw you as a child at a glance. I don't know why at the time, but now I think of it, it is you These eyes. Qi Yin, you are the most like Yuanwei in your eyes. But now, you have given up your father's eyes in order to gain strength. Qi Yin, it's really worth it!"
"Monsters don't know what's worth and what's not," Qi Yin said with no expression, "Monsters only know revenge."
Yuan Ku stared at him and silently pulled out the Great Sword of the Dead Wild Goose. The edge of the epee was engraved with blood-colored mournful frost, and it was so desolate and cold in the sun. Both Nie Chonghua and Bai Ming backed away calmly, and all the disciples backed away slowly, with Qi Yin on the sword-wiping platform as the center, leaving a distance of three feet. Murderous aura silently evaporated in the air, and everyone had a premonition of the next killing.
Yuan Ku turned around and swung his sword, the chirping of the geese cut through the sky, the giant sword fell in the center of the hall, the magic circle on the ground was triggered instantly, and the spiritual power passed through the thick blade and shot directly to the stars and the full moon on the dome. The Taishang Killing Formation was awakened again, and a loud bang sounded in the depths of the extinction peak. The ancient mountain woke up like a giant, the heart beat and the breathing increased. The Vientiane runes in the sky are shining like stars, spinning rapidly, forming a huge circle. The same magic formation that Fulan faced that day appeared at Qi Yin's feet, imprisoning his steps and weakening his spiritual power. Gang winds were blowing everywhere, a strand of his hair was cut off, and it fell like snow.
Qi Yin raised her face and looked at the intricate and gorgeous runes.
The ten Wufang elders leaped up at the same time, channeling spiritual energy into the sky.
The gust of wind from the flames rolled up Qi Yin's white hair, and the warm temperature scorched his whole body. The flames licked Qi Yin's clothes, burning his flesh and blood, and his flesh and blood disappeared little by little, but it became bloody in a breath, revealing a large pale and hideous skeleton. But he remained motionless, like a puppet without pain, which made people wonder if he was here for revenge or for death.
The fire and wind were scorching hot, burning everyone's cheeks. Everyone watched helplessly as he was burned to the point where only a skeleton remained, with a single limb there. There is a silver heart on the right chest of the skeleton, flashing in it, pulsing powerfully, like an immortal star.
It hurts. Qi Yin thought that she had never felt so much pain in her life, and digging her heart would be a tickling compared to this.
It turned out that Fu Lan was in such pain before she died.
He stretched out his hand, no flesh and blood, and what caught his eyes were the bones. He recalled that nightmarish day again, when the red lotus raging licked Fulan Qingjun's cheek, and that face burned out inch by inch, becoming unrecognizable. His brother smiled faintly in the middle of the flame, like a silent gardenia blooming silently, then turned to ashes and scattered like smoke.
Bai Lu's heart has no temperature. Since the heart was replaced, his chest has been as cold as a thousand-year-old ice cave. But at this moment, he felt the heat and pain, like suffering in hot lava, and the pain made him breathless.
With tears in his eyes, he thought, it turns out that his brother was in such pain, such pain.