No, do it yourself? Qi Yin was stunned, "Brother, I... I can't beat it."
"I know." Fu Lan said, "Your opponent is very strong. If you fight against him with your strength, you have a 70% chance of dying."
Qi Yin broke down in cold sweat and said, "Brother, I think you overestimate me, the chance of my death should be ten percent."
"So next, you must listen carefully to every word I say."
Qi Yin nodded hastily.
"First, the reason why you can't kill him is that he still has the last heart left, which is his mortal heart. The demon heart is in a ring shape to protect that heart, and the complex sternum structure resists your every move. Dao Jianying. But Qi Lingshu has created an opportunity for you, Qi Lingshu's sword rain has destroyed all his demon heart and heart protection bones, you only need to destroy his last heart, and he will surely die."
"The heart of a mortal..." Qi Yin repeated blankly.
"Yes, that's his original heart." Fu Lan said, "The heart of a mortal does not have a strong self-healing ability, so he can't heal himself now."
"But," Qi Yin looked at the crumbling Shimen and swallowed, "How am I going to hit that heart?"
"Use the Guimei sword, Xiaoyin." Fu Lan said, "The Guimei sword is very strong. Once it hits the enemy, the flesh and blood within three inches of the wound will be destroyed by the frost. That is to say, you don't need to hit his heart, you only need to Aim at his chest and you can kill him. But it's still not enough for you, because you can't unlock the rusted seal of the Guimei sword. So, I will cast a spell on you."
"Curse?"
The light blue fish flew up from Qi Yin's palm and dropped a light kiss on his forehead. Something seemed to have changed in the dark, Qi Yin looked down at her body, but couldn't see the change.
"From now on, within the time of a stick of incense, all the wounds you suffer will heal by themselves within one breath."
Qi Yin's eyes lit up and she said in surprise, "Really?"
"Really." Fu Lan said softly, "Xiao Yin, from now on, you have countless lives. You can keep trying, keep repeating, pierce him, kill him. But you have to remember, you must protect Take care of your heart. Because once your heart is pierced, the two of us will die together."
"Ah? Brother... This, what kind of spell is this? Is it Wuluo's secret method?" Qi Yin felt uneasy in his heart. He always felt that the spell was not as simple as what Fu Lan said.
Fu Lan didn't answer, but suddenly asked, "Brother, are you afraid?"
Qi Yin wanted to lie to him that he was not afraid, but he couldn't get a smile out of the corner of his mouth for a long time, and said dejectedly: "Brother, I am afraid."
"This is very good," Fu Lan's voice was calm and indifferent, "your ancestors survived with difficulty under the invasion of demons and beasts, and they have survived to this day. It was fear that made them avoid danger and leave death. Xiaoyin, don't be afraid of fear, It will help you escape a deadly attack and keep you alive."
Fu Lan lowered his eyes and looked over, the demonic bloody eyes were getting closer and closer to him, the dragon lifted Pan Qiu's body in the abyss, the hard scales rubbed against the rock wall, and the black basalt stone turned into powder.
The dragon raised its iron-clad back and exhaled a scorching breath. It stared at Fulan gloomily, growling in a low voice, its voice low and mellow, echoing between the sea of ice.
"Fulan, you are a monster! We finally... meet again."
Suddenly, the magic dragon hissed, the ice sea rolled up big waves, and the turbulent current surrounded Fu Lan. The ferocious dragon was locked by its tail, but it was still able to overturn the river. Ye Qingming, the black cat and the pig demon huddled in the cave, and the huge vortex rolled over the rock wall like a white tidal wave, and the tyrannical suction pulled them as if to tear them to pieces. Fu Lan hovered in the center of the violent vortex, staring indifferently at the roaring dragon. Across the vast sea of ice, he said to Qi Yin:
"Last word. Brother, no matter what, you will not be alone, because we two brothers live and die together."
As soon as the voice fell, the little fish disappeared, and the light blue halo, like a dry lamp in the wind, flickered for a while and then went out. Darkness enveloped Qi Yin again, and Qi Yin called out several times, but no one responded. In this cold and gloomy tomb of the gods, his three companions were half dead, and he was the only one left to face the terrifying monster. Qi Yin sniffed and touched his forehead, where Xiaoyu left a kiss, as if the warmth of his brother still remained.
Half of the talisman barrier collapsed, and the remaining half was almost over. Qi Yin moved the three Yunzhi to the innermost part of the room, pushed down the golden figurine, and with enough strength to suckle, rolled it to the side of the three of Yunzhi, covering the three of them. Then he inserted Wen Xuejian and erected a spirit sword barrier. If he failed, he could at least resist for a while.
He squatted down to look at Qi Lingshu and Yunzhi, put Qi Lingshu's hand on Yunzhi's waist, and put Yunzhi's hand on Qi Lingshu's waist, making them look like good brothers who love each other.
"Two brothers, I will be taken care of under the tomb of God. If I die, I will bless you two in the sky."
Looking at Fang Xinxiao again, the girl was lying beside them, looking a little redundant. Qi Yin asked her to face the rock wall, turned her back to Yun Zhi and Qi Lingshu, and said, "I'm sorry, Junior Sister Xin Xiao, I should have listened to your words and didn't provoke my father, but it ended up hurting you. Alas, don't be with us in the future. It's related, my brother's fool is not your good match, forget him."
At this moment, the stone gate collapsed suddenly, and the furious monster was covered in blood, roaring and screaming at the door.
Qi Yin stood up and pulled out the Guiwu sword. The moment he raised his eyes, his blood-stained face was full of murderous intent, as if a sharp sword had been pulled out of its scabbard!
He stepped forward, and the monster rushed forward with a roar, and the father and son were hedging at the same time. Qi Yin was short three steps away from the monster. He lay down on his back. The rusted blade of the Guimei Sword was drawn from the monster's jaw to the tail. Hot and sticky blood was pouring down on Qi Yin. whole body.
The monster roared in pain, wiggled its limbs, and turned around.
Motherfucker, it's wrong, it missed the heart!
Qi Yin used his hands and feet to get up and ran out of the room.
"Dad, come out! My son accompanies you to fight!"
The monster was completely infuriated by him, and rushed over again with a roar.
Qi Yin ran up to the main hall, and the majestic sword rain chased after him tightly, almost stabbing into the ground against his heels. The floor tiles of the main hall are full of holes, like moth-eaten, horrible to see. Looking back, the monster was already some distance away from the dorm room, Qi Yin gritted his teeth, turned around abruptly, and ran towards the monster.
He had to get close to his father in order to wield a deadly sword!
Jian Yu went insane, and countless sharp swords were tied down. He used all his strength to steer the sword, and blood was drawn from his ten fingers. This time, the extraordinary performance, Gui Mei immediately moved, whistling and circling beside him, the cold sword light twisted out a blue and white curve, and bang bang separated several sword shadows. However, there are still sword shadows that escaped Guiwu and plunged into Qi Yin's back. He doesn't have the agile movement techniques of Yunzhi and Qi Lingshu, he avoids purely by intuition, and resists with the powerful self-healing ability that Fu Lan gave him!
He hid all the way, crawled in from the mouth of the huge monster bones piled up on the ground, Jian Yu chased behind him, crushed the pale bones into powder, and he crawled out from his chest again, the monster bones at the back had collapsed completely, shattered. into a powder. This road is simply the longest road he has traveled in his life. Countless times, he was nailed to the ground like a rat, and his bloodstains stretched out behind him, shocking. The sword shadow disappeared from his body. After the severe pain, all the wounds quickly recovered. He looked up, and there was still a distance of three meters. The monster roared in the center of the palace.
You regret sword roared and attacked him. Gui Mei greeted him head on, the two swords collided, and the shattered light splashed. Gui Mei was beaten out and fell to the ground with a bang. All the sword rains re-arranged and turned to Qi Yin.
Qi Yin didn't stop! He gritted his teeth, endured the pain all over his body, drew a talisman, and opened a crumbling barrier to protect his heart.
Many years ago, when he went to school in Wutang, he was often beaten like a pig's head like this. He curled up in the corner of the deep alley, like a dying rat. He fantasized countless times that his sword fairy father fell from the sky to save him from fire and water. At that time, he will be able to ride his father's cold sword, turn into a phantom in the envious eyes of everyone, and disappear into the sky. But his father never appeared, he grew up stumbling like a disgraced mouse. Later, he realized that since ancient times, everyone who achieved great things had a tragic childhood. Fuxi, Nuwa, the goddess who shone clouds and rains in Wushan Mountain, and Gonggong who knocked down Buzhou Mountain, these ancient gods born in nothingness, I have never heard of any one who has a father and a mother. Maybe he, this poor bastard, will one day become a hero that everyone admires.
But whenever it was quiet in the dead of night, when he was lying on the window sill of the attic and looked at Wutang under the moonlight, he heard the voice in his heart.
He doesn't want to be a big hero, he just wants a father who loves him.
He knew that the man was in a place called Wufang, where immortal energy lingered and spirit swords lingered. He thought that he would go to see it one day, at least he had to see what this father looked like, whether he was tall or short, handsome or ugly. He always had to know where his bloodline came from.
Now, here he is.
Covered in blood, Qi Yin finally passed through the majestic sword rain and came to his father. He opened his hands and embraced the ugly monster.
The spiritual power is almost exhausted, this is the only way for him to lock him.
His father was furious and furious, and his eight blood-red eyes reflected his equally blood-red figure. He used all his strength to hug the man who turned into a monster, and said softly, "Dad, I forgive you."
No matter if you are a bastard or a good person, no matter why you left me and my mother, I don't blame you anymore.
Feng Huan Yu Jian Jue.
The spiritual power of the whole body was exhausted in an instant, something was drawn from the body in an instant, and the whole person dried up. Gui Mei moved suddenly and let out a mournful cry. Dirty rust and patent leather peeled off, revealing the ice-cold blade. The blood flowed across the field of vision, and when Qi Yin gradually lost consciousness, he heard the heartbeat of Jian. For a moment, he seemed to have returned to Fenghuan Mountain to think about the cliff again. Fu Lan covered his eyes and took him to listen to the heartbeat of heaven and earth.
thump-thump-thump-
Guimei's heartbeat is like a bronze drum, resonating with his heart.
He roared loudly, "Come on the sword!"
The frost-like brilliance circulated on the sword, Gui Mei let out a long cry, and the cold moon-like cold light flashed. The point of the sword, condensed with a star-like cold light, drew a smooth curve, pierced into Qi Shenwei's back heart, and then pierced Qi Yin's right chest. Gui Mei's momentum was like an iceberg pressing on the surface, Qi Yin did not stand firm, Gui Mei passed through his body, and pinned him and Qi Shenwei to the ground like iron skewers skewered with meat.
The right chest was in severe pain, and half of the body was covered with fine frost, and Qi Yin lost consciousness in his right hand.
It's over, this time it's really over.
His father-son relationship with Qi Shenwei was like the last string on a qin, and finally broke.
"Puppy..." Suddenly, a sigh sounded in the ear.
This call was different from his ghostly tone before, it was hoarse and sad, and contained deep thoughts.
He turned his head in a daze, looking at the pale, miserable face on his right shoulder. Qi Shenwei's eyes have lost focus, and they are empty.
Sadness and pain filled his heart, the tomb of the gods was cold, and his heart was snowing.
"Brother," Qi Yin closed her eyes, tears streaming down her temples, "My father is gone, I am gone."