As soon as the flame flicked, it fell on the teeth in an instant, and the sparks that burst out were black and sticky, like rotten water in a mud swamp in a mire, exuding a gloomy and dead air.
Meng Fuyao immediately fell down without a sound.
Like a puppet, a piece of broken grass, or a candle that was cut off in an instant, it fell silently.
Zhan Beiye turned around and rushed towards Meng Fuyao, hugging Meng Fuyao, a strange laughter sounded from behind him who was not a man or a woman.
"She's not dead yet... However, she will soon die with flesh and blood falling off, joints shattered, and hair turning pale quickly... The ugliest and most painful death, Emperor Dahan, you want to look at your beloved woman, by The peerless beauty's hair turned into snow in an instant, and she struggled for three days and three nights amidst wailing and screaming, just like the scene you saw in the water mirror just now, did she die tragically?"
Zhan Beiye suddenly looked back, staring at her like a wolf king staring at his enemy, bloody, vicious, vicious, and murderous.
But Feiyan turned a blind eye to this ordinary person's weak-footed eyes, just flicked his sleeves lightly, held the colorful demon fire, and said softly: "I want her to die better—order the withdrawal of the troops, and then, you commit suicide."
She calmly said, even a little considerately: "To be honest, I don't think the latter request is necessary at all, because you will definitely commit suicide."
Zhan Beiye stared at her, his blood-red eyes gradually calmed down. He no longer looked at Feiyan, but turned his head and gently stroked Meng Fuyao, who couldn't help convulsing. His slender fingers moved gently from her hair, to her forehead, to her nose. , move to lip...
His fingers rested on Meng Fuyao's lips for a few seconds, and he leaned slightly, as if he wanted to bend down like that, and give her a final kiss.
Feiyan looked at it with a sneer, the flames in her hands were colorful and colorful, reflecting her dark eyebrows, dark and eerie.
Zhan Beiye had already leaned down.
But suddenly stopped.
It stopped in front of Meng Fuyao's cheek, an inch away from her red lips.
However, with a distance of one inch, you can touch the softness and sweetness you dream of with just a little bow.
"Hurry up to make out." Feiyan concentrated on controlling the flame, "After a while, her red lips will turn into black lips, and you will lose interest."
Zhan Beiye had already stopped like that, not moving, for a long while, he seemed to sigh softly, and then slowly moved away.
He moved his body away, hugged Meng Fuyao, raised his head, his eyes were deep, as if he wanted to see some prophecies about fate and emotions in the sky that had been lifted.
Then he stood up holding Meng Fuyao, and slowly drew out the long sword behind him.
The long sword is scarlet red, the hilt is inlaid with huge pigeon blood gemstones, and the blade is as sharp as autumn water.
"When I hold the sword, the middle finger is pressing the blood spar eyes of the Canglong, which are the eyes of the supreme and noble sword god. Only I can press that position in the entire Tiansha royal family. Now I hand over the sword to You, I allow you to touch the eyes of the most sacred sword god of the Tiansha royal family, and... everything about me."
My everything.
You are empty.
The sword that was handed over, the heart that was handed over, the hand that was handed over, everything in this life.
It's the blood that was spilled all over the body, and the same can't be taken back.
Zhan Beiye held his sword across his neck, and a pool of autumn water was shining brightly, reflecting his dark eyes.
Feiyan smiled.
Then she suddenly frowned.
at the same time.
The long sword that was about to commit suicide was suddenly pulled horizontally, and with a "shua" sound, it flickered thousands of times, and a rainbow-like leap across the dark and dusty hut instantly approached Feiyan!
Non-smoking quick retreat.
Behind is the wall.
Wall Thickness suddenly shot into a section of the sword edge, the blue light flickered, blood still dripped from the sword.
Feiyan grabbed Daya who hadn't reacted in an instant, and sent it to the sword!
"ah-"
The loyal maid had acted as a shield to die in vain without understanding anything.
But someone flipped it up like a black eagle, and at the moment when the long sword just stretched in from behind the wall, he raised his hand and grabbed the long sword in mid-air, and sent it away like lightning!
No words can describe the peak speed at this moment!
No one can perform any action under such a sword of thunder with hatred and exhaustion!
No one can save themselves under the cooperation of Meng Fuyao, who has already broken through the "Broken Nine Heavens", and Yunhen, who is also from the same school!
Feiyan, who just breathed a sigh of relief, could only see the flash of colorful demon light, like the flame of a candle shaking in the wind, and was immediately shrouded in a deep red mist, which was sticky and heavy. , Slightly fishy, it enveloped and suppressed the colorful light in an instant.
Forever, gone.
she fell.
The Holy Maiden of God—the saint who is admired by the whole Fufeng family, who is kind and peaceful, has finally become empty.
She fell to the ground, in a pool of her own blood, her eyes were gradually turning deathly, she did not look at Meng Fuyao who caused her death, but turned to Zhan Beiye with difficulty.
She stared at him firmly, with the same eyes that Zhan Beiye stared at her just now, but it was even more strange. The eyeballs were like a piece of coagulated dead blood, falling straight on Zhan Beiye's face, and it seemed to fall on nothing.
Zhan Beiye also looked at her with his hands behind his back as if nothing had happened, with sneering eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Do you think that I really can't think of what your idea is? Do you think that I am really careless enough to bring something soaring to you? You Thinking that no one has seen or known about the things in the kit, I will be so negligent that no one will think about it?"
Do you think—after the disappearance at the beginning, I would really be careless and negligent about Fuyao's safety again and again
Do you think - I will take her things with me
After her accident, I read all the witchcraft legends, and since I know that teeth are an important introduction to necromancy, how can I give you any chance
Her broken tooth is on me, but you can never guess where it is, and you don't deserve to guess.
A person like you, no matter how smart you are, can guess the tooth, but you don't understand how true love is always caring and careful every step of the way.
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Meng Fuyao just stood calmly in front of Feiyan's corpse, his face flushed slightly.
Fighting to the death with Kitano, he really knows how to act, just now when she pretended to be dead, he really seemed to be planning to kiss her!
If she hadn't pinched him at the risk of being discovered, she would have been stolen again.
It's just... At that moment, when she was in his arms, with the energy of "Tiantong" flowing, she actually felt his depression and pain, as if... as if she had really died.
Infected by such a state of mind, she almost thought that she was really dead.
And at the moment when Zhan Beiye drew his sword and "killed himself", she suddenly felt that some very strong thoughts really turned in his heart at that moment.
This made her uneasy, so after Yun Hen drew out his sword, he shot immediately.
Finally... this bewitching woman was dealt with.
As soon as she entered the door, Zhan Beiye hinted to her that this was the most tacit cooperation between the two of them, Meng Fuyao smiled lightly, thinking, two people who quarrel when they meet each other, it is rare for them to cooperate successfully, so they should really celebrate.
She put away her sword and said, "I'll go to the Holy Palace to see what kind of moths there are."
Zhan Beiye immediately said: "Your eyes are not working well, what are you looking at, I will go."
Meng Fuyao immediately became angry: "You say I'm half-blind? Hmph, I'm blind!"
Zhan Beiye frowned: "Don't be willful!"
Meng Fuyao: "You are self-willed!"
Zhan Beiye: "!!!"
Meng Fuyao: "!!!"
After a while, Meng Fuyao kicked the remaining half of the wall away, and rushed out angrily.
She was wrong just now!
It is impossible for her to cooperate tacitly with this stone-like war emperor!
When Meng Fuyao stepped into the high tower of the Holy Palace, he was taken aback for a moment.
She saw an old acquaintance.
The man in green robe and white belt behind the tent, with his sleeves fluttering, turned out to be the man who caught a glimpse behind the secret room in Da Gun's ancient tomb.
His face remained the same, his eyes were lowered and he smiled, and the corners of his brows and eyes flowed with light. It felt as if he was about to open his eyes and wake up.
And King Kong, lying on his chest, pecked something red from the plate in front of him, and fed it into his mouth.
If Feiyan could stay on the tower for a while longer, if she were here now, she would be able to understand what happened.
The witch god will wake up.
Before he died, the call he left to the most clever descendant in the clan was: My body is not dead, and my spirit is in gold.
In the great battle that year, he was forced to seal himself at the last moment. As a precaution, the witch god sealed part of his soul on King Kong.
King Kong, who inherited a part of his soul, has since become an immortal parrot who speaks foul language, is aggressive and fights, and acts as a "father" all day long.
It is really the "father" of non-smoke.
It's a pity that what it inherits is a corner of the soul, and it doesn't know the ins and outs. It only undertakes the task of awakening. The heart blood of the blood sacrifice body, plus its blood, is enough to awaken the witch god. It is not like what Feiyan imagined, the so-called heart If the blood is taken away, Meng Fuyao needs to be killed again.
With the death of the witch god back then, some important witchcraft classics were lost, the most critical of which was the soul returning technique, the top non-smoke witchcraft, but lacked this important guidance, and the final opportunity was in front of it, and it was missed in vain.
If she knew that as long as she stayed in the tower, success would be within her reach, she would probably have to beat her chest and vomit three liters of blood even if she only had her soul left.
However, this is fate, only that moment, that one point, the distance is the end of the world.
It's not Feiyan who is going up the pagoda now, it's Meng Fuyao.
Even if she didn't know anything, she knew that the guy seemed to be waking up, and there must be trouble when he woke up. As soon as he reached out to grab King Kong, he raised his hand and knocked over the basin containing his own blood.
The radiance on Wu Shen's face that was about to wake up gradually faded away, but his sleeves suddenly trembled slightly.
Meng Fuyao didn't see it, she was looking at the sky and listening to the battle horns in the distance, she was thinking of slipping away while Zhan Beiye was still organizing an attack in the army, quickly tied up the vajra bundle, and threw it aside Ya sneered at Master Yuan Bao who was waiting, and said: "I leave it to you, and you will be in charge of training her. I will definitely train this master to become a beautiful lady of the new era!"
Master Yuan Bao smiled obscenely, and dragged the rope binding King Kong away, and along the way, King Kong's screams could still be heard:
"I don't want to be a rabbit—I don't want to be a rabbit—"
On May 30th of the 10th year of Fufeng Tal Daguang, the Holy Maiden of Shenkong died, and the Tiancheng Holy Palace was burned to the ground by men sent by Meng Fuyao. In the past, Meng Fuyao wanted this effect - very good, the less harmful things, the better.
Tal, who was already at a disadvantage and was counting on the last move to reverse the situation, was no longer able to survive under the coalition forces. The remaining question was whether Fufeng would be one or two clans in the future.
Ya Lanzhu's family has been trapped in Tiancheng Holy Palace, Meng Fuyao rescued them, and handed over the task of returning their relatives to Zhan Beiye, she turned her ass and quickly slipped away again.
Since Jiaocheng left the port again, sailing forward, it is no longer the purposeless drifting in the vast sea, going straight to the north of Rakshasa, the turbulent waves and endless murderous opportunities, the sky, the sea and the valley, the absolute domain.
The long wind on the sea blows the black hair of the woman standing on the railing, fluttering like a flag.
Her eyes are shining and her eyes are longing, her eyes are longing but her heart is firm.
I will go too.
You... all be well.
Promise country.
Hongguang Hall, the main hall of the imperial palace.
The lights in the hall are faint, the bright yellow swastika-patterned ink brocade carpet falls silently, and the light under the yellow gauze lampshade is soft and moist, reflecting the warmth and charm of everything in the room, but it is not as graceful as the person under the lamp, as bright as jade.
He quietly looked at a secret report in his palm, and remained silent for a long time, his expression obviously unchanged, but the man in gray kneeling under his highness tensed his body and lowered his head even lower.
Your Majesty... not very happy.
After a while, the man gently closed the secret paper, sighed, and waved him to go down.
Relieved, the man bowed and exited.
The eldest grandson Wuji was left alone Xiangying, facing the Weiyang sky, Liulihuo.
His eyes moved like a wave, and the figure of the man who was determined to go and never looked back was reflected in the waves.
After a long time, he whispered:
"Fuyao..."
"I knew you would forget the promise you made to me."
Sighing softly, resting his upper and lower chins with jade fingers, in a lightly contemplative posture, the silhouette is clear under the moonlight, and his mind is so clear.
"But that's okay… "
"I'm always with you."
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(end of this volume)
[Volume Seven: The Sky Is Evergreen]