The figure of Changsun Wuji had long since disappeared from sight, and Meng Fuyao was still staring at the direction he left in a daze without saying a word.
For some reason, watching his figure gradually disappear in the wind and snow, and finally disappeared, her heart sank bit by bit, like a jagged boulder, dragging down bit by bit, with faint traces of bleeding from grinding. The pain gradually sank to the bottom.
Mingming felt that she had made the right choice, but the premonition deep in her heart was telling her that things were not that simple.
She had an urge to rush up and grab her eldest grandson Wuji, telling him not to go back, just go back to the Wuji Kingdom and be the master of his country, the Mingjun of the world, so what if he doesn't return to the teacher's school? Qiongkang is an independent country, except for sea routes, it has no access to other countries. Although countries cannot send troops to attack Qiongkang, it is also difficult for Qiongkang to cross the strait to punish Wuji.
However, that was his division, yet he chose to go back that way.
Now Meng Fuyao can only place his hope on Master Wuji's mercy. Hearing Taeyeon's tone at the beginning, the master seems to value Wuji very much. Such a talented disciple who counts on him to inherit the sect, no master can bear to criticize him right
She was holding the burden given by her eldest grandson Wuji in her hand, it was not heavy, but felt that it was heavier than a thousand ounces.
Open the bag, there are only a few things inside, a piece of paper, a pill, a small folded dagger made of weird materials that are neither gold nor iron, and even a strangely shaped small prosthetic hand that can be put on the elbow , there are also some fragmentary, unidentifiable sundries.
She didn't know what these weird things were useful for, but what Changsun Wuji gave would definitely come in handy, so she carefully put them away, and hastily unfolded the folded paper.
What catches the eye is Changsun Wuji's elegant and smart handwriting, which is like a person, with inner elegance.
Swinging:
Be careful to keep all the things in this bag with you, the pills must be taken immediately, and the "four realms" of Changqing will be activated soon. This four-dimensional formation is changing in thousands of ways, and it is influenced by the minds of those who enter the formation, so I can't fully understand it. Pass, you should be careful every step of the way. When encountering difficulties, don't hesitate to follow the guidance of Yuanbao.
In addition, the life of the four realms lies in the flow and intangibility, often entering the formation without knowing it, and thus taking advantage of the gap to hurt people. You go up and look around, but you can see the blue and black smoke rising, which is the entrance of the formation, the southwest corner of the smoke It is designated as the gate of life, and you can enter from here to seize the first opportunity. Once you enter the battle, the rest is entirely up to you, remember.
Anyone who passes through the four realms of the temple, no matter what their status is, will be treated with respect by the temple, and can get the help of the hall master. This temple has a hard rule that has not been easy for a century, so don't go through it by force. The hall master has supernatural powers, not coercion can.
You don't need to worry about me, my family and teachers are kind and have always loved me, as long as you return to the temple, you will be able to forget the past.
I am in the temple, hoping for your well-being every day, waiting for your arrival.
When you set foot in the main hall of Ming Fan, you must prepare a banquet with wine.
Take care of yourself.
Meng Fuyao slowly put down the paper, carefully folded it again according to the original crease, held it in his hand, and rubbed the slightly raised handwriting with his fingertips, as if he wanted to engrave every word in his heart.
When did he write this letter? In the post station along the way, under the lonely lamp, the window paper reflected the figure at the desk, the man quietly wrote the words left for her, and quietly arranged for her the next part of the most difficult road in the world, breathing the frosty cold At night, the ink fell off the paper and turned into ice, and every word was full of thoughts that were heavy but never uttered.
She held such a heart, but felt that it was too heavy to bear. The thin paper in her palm was as light as nothing.
The wind and snow whirled and whizzed towards the person's face, refreshed in the cool center, seemed to hear his voice in a trance, and whispered in his ear: "Fuyao, when you are confused and suffering, but remember that I am waiting for you. "
He is waiting for me.
Meng Fuyao took a deep breath, stood up, and said to Yun Hen and the others beside him: "The road ahead is too difficult, let's go our separate ways."
She spoke with a bit of difficulty, her tone was dry, Yun Hen immediately shook her head, she just opened her mouth, and the word "no" has not yet come out.
Meng Fuyao made a sudden move!
Without waiting for Yun Hen and Yao Xun Tiecheng to refuse, or even waiting for them to react, Meng Fuyao's strike was like a thunderbolt, and in an instant there was a thunderstorm on the ground!
She didn't attack Yun Hen, who had the highest martial arts, but rushed towards Yao Xun like lightning!
Yao Xun was caught off guard, he just opened his mouth and fell down silently, Yun Hen Tiecheng beside him subconsciously came to save him, Meng Fuyao took advantage of their distraction and slapped him left and right.
Tie Cheng fell down in response, but Yun Hen got out of the way, and was about to back away as soon as his body slipped.
Meng Fuyao immediately withdrew his hand, and slapped Tianling Gai with his backhand, the slap was fierce and merciless.
Yun Hen was shocked, just as he backed away, he slid over again, raised his hand to grab her elbow.
The "Slaying Heaven" on Meng Fuyao's waist suddenly slid out soundlessly, she twisted her waist swiftly, and "Slaying Heaven" slapped Yun Hen's waist with the knife and sheath.
Yunhen fell down and fell into the snow.
The ups and downs of rabbits and falcons change like lightning, in an instant Meng Fuyao has tricked and knocked down the three of them.
Looking at the three people lying beside him, Meng Fuyao slowly closed his eyes.
She was silent for a while in the wind and snow, then moved the three people to a shelter from the wind, took out thick clothes from the pack to cover them, and blocked them with pine and cypress branches and leaves.
The acupoints can be undone after half an hour, and it will be harmful to the body after a long time in this freezing place.
Since the Nine Nether Dark Realm, the Cloud Floating Heaven Realm, and the four realms flow with the actions of those who entered the battle, when Yunhen and the others wake up, they must not be able to find the entrance to the four realms.
Meng Fuyao slowly squatted down, squatting in front of the three of them.
Once you enter the four realms, you will either die there, or break through and enter the temple. Maybe the master of the temple will respond to your request and send yourself back, then there will be no more Meng Fuyao in this world. Once you go, you will die.
sorry.
I will be away for a long, long time, and from now on... we will never meet again.
His gaze swept across the faces of the people slowly, Meng Fuyao suppressed the tears that floated up, trying to see their faces more clearly, more clearly.
She wants to engrave their faces firmly in her memory. If this is death, their faces will warm her from the coldness of death. If this is life, then she will slowly recall it in the years to come.
Remember these close friends who have accompanied her on the road of wind, frost, rain and snow for the past three years, who have lived and died together, and witnessed her history of crossing five continents. Remember those touches, shocks, concerns and warmth.
Then, goodbye.
The three of them were as peaceful as a deep sleep, they didn't know that Meng Fuyao was going to leave them for a long journey.
Meng Fuyao squatted in front of Yao Xun, and stuffed a private seal engraved with "Fuyao" into his hand.
It was a seal belonging to the property under Meng Fuyao's name, which Yao Xun earned for her, but it's a pity that Meng Fuyao was dedicated to moving forward, so far he has never inspected Yao Xun's self-satisfied achievements.
Pulling Yao Xun's long and thin face crushed by the door, Meng Fuyao smiled, remembering the first time he met him, this guy was beaten by him, and then this slippery guy ran away from him twice, But in the end he returned to himself.
"You were the earliest with me, and helped me earn the most money. Unfortunately, I won't be able to spend it in the future... I will leave it to you, money fan, do you like it?"
The first subordinate I met, I will give you my property.
Immediately, she moved her body, squatted in front of Tiecheng, and looked at the boy's simple and honest eyebrows.
"Back then you knelt down for my city gate, and a man's knees are worth a thousand gold. What can I pay you back..." She tilted her head and thought for a while, then stuffed the wrench that Leidong had given her into his hand, "I don't know what's the point of this. Use, or is it just old man Lei’s private collection? In any case, when Zhan Beiye sees this thing, he should know my intentions, Dahan fief, I will give it to you in the future.”
Patting Tiecheng's shoulder, Meng Fuyao raised his head and thought for a while, remembering the guy who first met in Yao Cheng that year and lost to the arrow "I want to marry you!" His words were astonishing, and she became her guard in the end. She has always been stronger than him , It doesn't take him much effort, but he just remembers so stubbornly that he is her guard.
My most loyal guardian, I give you my land.
Finally moving in front of Yunhen, Meng Fuyao suddenly fell silent.
These are not her subordinates, but those who love her.
He was a young man who loved her silently, but never said it out loud, and never had any demands or expectations.
Hers, the first boy she met on the journey to the five continents.
Xuanyuan Mountain had a sword fight, and the Taiyuan Palace was terrified all night. Tiansha Zhenwuli gave up the opportunity to ask for her safety, so he was expelled from his house and wandered all over the rivers and lakes. When she disappeared, he searched hard throughout Fufeng. When he found her, he just smiled reassuringly, and silently erased those winds and frosts.
When other people helped her, she more or less got compensation from her. Only Yunhen, the benefactor who saved her several times, she never paid back.
"I'm sorry..." Meng Fuyao said softly, "I once thought that I would help you get back your identity and honor, and beat those two old men to death for you, but I was selfish and only cared about my own business. ... And those status and money are not what you want... Yunhen, Meng Fuyao will probably owe you for the rest of his life..."
After thinking about it, she tore off a section of her sleeve, bit her finger, and wrote down the "Broken Nine Heavens" inner strength method, and stuffed it in Yunhen's hand.
"The dead Taoist priest didn't teach you this, the senior sister taught you, don't care about the fucking secret skills. It's just that it may not be a good thing if you learn it. It's up to you to decide."
She stood up, took a deep look at the three of them again, and sighed lowly: "It's a pity that I won't see Zhan Beiye and Zong Yue again... Forget it, it will be troublesome if we do, so let's do it."
Packing himself up, Meng Fuyao suddenly saw Vajra dozing on his shoulder, hesitating for a long time, put it down, don't worry, take it away, in case of danger in the four great realms, how to protect the soul of the witch god
After hesitating for a long time, he had no choice but to learn from Sun Wuji, tied up the mouth of this guy, stuffed it in Yunhen's arms, and carefully covered the three of them with pine and cypress branches and leaves.
Immediately, Meng Fuyao didn't look back, and strode away.
The sky is flying snow, the ice wind is howling, the sleeping people are dreaming of life and death together, but the departing people choose to go forward alone.
A line of footprints, meandering on the thick snow, was instantly covered by fresh snow.
In the depths of the darkness, in the chaotic wind and snow, in the opposite direction of Meng Fuyao's departure, suddenly there were a few figures rushing towards him.
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Climbing up a nearby mountain peak, Meng Fuyao looked down from a high position, thinking to himself, how could he find the "blue-black" smoke in the night
Her eyesight has gradually recovered recently, but she is still a little inaccurate in seeing colors. She will probably become red-green color blind in the future. With such eyes, it is really difficult to distinguish blue and black smoke.
However, her eyes lit up immediately.
Ahead, between the two mountain peaks, a wisp of smoke suddenly appeared, which was very dark and conspicuous in the gray-white snow.
Meng Fuyao was overjoyed for a while, and immediately ran over, only to find that this place seemed to be a valley when he got closer.
The valley doesn't look unusual, it doesn't look like there is any big formation, but Meng Fuyao firmly remembers Changsun Wuji's instructions, and never dares to take the four great realms lightly.
She walked very carefully step by step, the moccasin boots creaked on the snow, and after walking a few steps, she suddenly felt something strange under her feet, as if there were some potholes under the snow layer.
She waved away the top layer of freshly fallen snow with her foot, and sure enough, she found messy traces under the snow, which looked like the footprints of many people.
She frowned—was there anyone in the valley just now
Swiping away the snow all the way, I gradually saw more things: marks from weapons, scattered clothes and accessories, and... bloodstains.
The blood was still fresh, on the snow layer it was as bright red as a coral bead, and that little bit of bright red hit Meng Fuyao's eyes, for some reason, she suddenly felt sad in her heart, then her eyes and face turned cold.
She touched her face in surprise, and actually touched two lines of tears.
Two lines of tears flowed down silently when she didn't realize it, and instantly condensed into ice in the cold wind like a knife cutting in the valley.
Meng Fuyao stood there in a daze.
For no reason, why do I cry
Why did you suddenly cry because you saw a pool of blood
Blood... She has seen it countless times in her life. She has seen her own, other people's, and things more shocking and miserable than this pool of blood. Why does she shed tears because of this pool of blood for no reason
She dazedly touched the ice beads on her face, but her heart was pounding.
Concerned about... Concerned about...
A white light flashed in front of her eyes, and Lord Yuan Bao suddenly jumped out from her sleeve.
It ran before the pool of blood, plunged into the bloody snow, arched its head tightly, and couldn't help screaming.
Standing there, Meng Fuyao suddenly felt his hands and feet were icy cold, so cold that penetrated to the bone marrow, from the meridians to every inch of flesh and blood, all were congealing.
She raised her hand, and her movements were as slow as the bones of her whole body were rusted, and she could even hear the crackling of the joints. She didn't even know what she wanted to do when she raised her hand, it seemed that she just wanted to reach out and grab that smile He walked away from her back, and grabbed him back from the nightmare she had just perceived in a split second.
Her hand touched the icy nothingness, and the flying snow fell on her fingertips, cooling her heart. She stood in a daze, hearing the clink of chains, the howling wind on the high mountain, and the snow with icy shards. The sound of thrashing over deep wounds.
She rushed over suddenly.
Jump on the pool of blood.
She put her face on the pool of blood, and vaguely felt a human figure in that position, as if not long ago, someone was lying on the snow and blood in the same posture, who is that? Who is that
The bloody snow buried under her face had a faint and strange fragrance, which was different from any fragrance in the world, but more noble and cool, like the lotus of the Heavenly Palace covered with deep snow. It has long been familiar to her soul, so that even if there is only a slight wisp of incense left, it suddenly hits her entire consciousness like Hong Zhong Dalu.
boom.
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In an instant, the heart and soul seemed to have been broken.
The thousands of flying snows in Changqing Shenshan are broken like this, floating in chaos between heaven and earth. Wherever it falls, it will be bone-chillingly cold, and wherever it falls, it will be broken forever. It cannot be warmed or cleaned up.
She pressed her face tightly against the blood-stained snow, tossing and turning desperately regardless of the coldness and pain. The bright blood on the snow was rubbed vigorously by her until it gradually mixed into a pink snowflake, which stuck to her little by little. Between the eyelashes and hair on her face, the pink snow could not melt on her icy skin, and was then frozen by the silent tears.
In the end, the three-foot-deep snow was thinned by her tossing and turning, and the pink snow mist spread all over the ground. Some were the original blood, and some were the blood that flowed from her worn-out forehead. She was completely naked, and she knelt down in the snow pit she dug out, wishing she could bury herself alive.
In the end, she lay on the snow-covered soil of Evergreen Mountain, holding her head silently, and shrunk herself into a ball. She shrunk so tightly, as if she wanted to shrink herself under the mud and sleep forever. Never face the pain that is overwhelming you right now.
Suddenly, a white shadow flashed beside him, and a small group rushed out, rushing towards a certain direction like an arrow.
Meng Fuyao immediately raised his head, staring at the direction in which Mr. Yuan Bao was rushing.
Master Yuan Bao fled several feet away, and his speed was countless times faster than before. Even Meng Fuyao couldn't see the trajectory clearly. She was about to follow after him, but Master Yuan Bao, who had already swept several feet away, suddenly stopped.
It stopped suddenly, braked abruptly in mid-air, and landed abruptly, then froze in the snow and did not move.
It raised its head, raised its heavy head desperately, and looked at the highest point of the Evergreen Temple. Its black eyes were wide open, and everything it saw was reflected in the light and shadow of its pupils. terrified.
A while ago, the master closed the spiritual connection with it, but just now, the spiritual consciousness was opened, and it has already felt everything.
Master is suffering!
It desperately wanted to run in that direction, but was forced back by the command from its heart.
return to!
Get back to her side!
Can't bring her to me!
protect her!
The telepathic command was extremely weak, and it was hard to feel it clearly. This weakness made it extremely anxious, but it really didn't dare to move again.
Be loyal to him all your life and to all his commands.
In its consciousness, there is no violation.
Mr. Yuan Bao stood in the snow, and the soft snow quickly sank his small body. He took two steps forward, and then took a step back. Meng Fuyao led the way.
At this moment, Tianji Shenshu, who has been fed and slept under the protection and love of his master all his life, and does not know the suffering in the world, finally understands for the first time what it feels like to be embarrassed by human beings.
Behind him, Meng Fuyao knelt beside it, almost pleading in a low voice: "Yuan Bao, let's go, let's go—"
Mr. Yuan Bao was silent for a long time, his shiny black eyes gradually revealed a shimmering broken light.
It finally raised its head and glanced in that direction.
Then it turned around and climbed onto Meng Fuyao's palm step by step.
It hugged Meng Fuyao's icy fingers, slowly pressed its head against it, and then stopped moving.
Meng Fuyao looked at it, his eyes turned from puzzlement to understanding, and finally there was boundless pain.
She stopped talking, and stopped urging, she carefully folded her fingers together, lifted the ingot to her forehead, and gently pressed against it with her blood-stained forehead.
At this moment, she wished that she was the real owner of the ingot, that she could read its mind, understand everything it saw, and know what happened in this valley after he left.
But at this moment, she understood that he would not allow her to act rashly, even if he left, he had arranged for her to go, and he didn't want her to go off the scheduled route because of him.
He paved the way for her all his life, even if it required his own life and muscles.
Every step she took, she was stepping on his bones and his heart.
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Meng Fuyao was trembling, shaking into a dead leaf in the howling wind at midnight, she heard her teeth chattering, and heard the tiny weeping wail from her chest as the ingot pressed against her forehead.
That kind of mourning also resounded in her own heart, and the sound became louder and louder, shaking her consciousness dizzily, and her mind was in a mess.
Feiyan's soul-stirring formation at the beginning hurt her brain. Although it was a blessing in disguise to break through the pass and "broke the sky", it left some sequelae. When she was extremely emotional, she still had headaches.
She woke up suddenly from this pain, remembering the earnest instructions of her eldest grandson Wuji, she was startled in her heart, Wuji doesn't know what happened now, she should cherish herself even more in order to save him, how can she sink in pain here? Extricate yourself
She immediately reached out to grab a handful of snow, wiped her hot forehead, and flew up from the snow pit, remembering Changsun Wuji's instructions about the southwest corner of the smoke, she flew out and turned around.
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After a turn, the mind was dizzy, the body slanted, and the surrounding scenery changed when it fell to the ground.
The snow field is gone, the valley is gone, the sky is like a cover, and there are stars on all sides.
And she didn't land on the ground, but sank, as if falling straight into the abyss!
Meng Fuyao's heart thumped, and he suddenly remembered that when he jumped out, he flipped over, feeling confused and dizzy under the headache, and seemed to turn in the wrong direction in mid-air.
She doesn't fall into the southwest corner.
She entered the door of death by mistake!
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The summit of the nine heavens, the land of divine punishment.
The highest peak of Evergreen Mountain is connected to Tianfeng.
The peak is 3,000 feet high, and the top is as sharp as a knife poking into the sky. The highest point is almost at a right angle, going straight up and down, covered with ice and snow thick enough to make it difficult for birds to stand on it.
The peak is hollow, with a radius of only a few feet, and it is pierced into a jagged rock cave with a length of no more than three feet. The cave is also filled with ice and snow. The icy wind above three thousand feet passes through the hole unobstructed all the time. , whistling and roaring, washing endlessly.
In the middle of the cave, a human-shaped iron frame is connected to the top and bottom of the cave. On the frame, there is faintly solidified black blood, indicating that the traitor who once imprisoned the temple here.
One hundred and fifty years ago, the previous master of the palace practiced kung fu and went crazy. The king of the Yasha tribe of the temple was the most amazingly talented martial arts peerless. Sikong Qi, who is known as the "Immortal Golden Body", took the opportunity to collude with the rest of the tribe to rebel and was about to succeed. , but was restrained by the dying palace master with a magical move that no one had ever seen before. The "destroyer nail" pierced Sikong Qi's lute bone, and the "magic binding rope" locked Sikong Qi's limbs, and nailed it to the place where the god roared on the top of the nine heavens. Suffering from the icy wind piercing through his body every day, Yaksha King, who was like steel and fearless of any pain in the world, screamed in pain for a hundred days and nights, and died on the rack.
That wind is not an ordinary ice wind. Ordinary disciples, even if they still have martial arts and are in good health, will surely die if they support them for three days and nights at most, so that the temple punishes criminal disciples without setting up any punishment halls. It is enough to be halfway up the mountain of Tianfeng.
Up and down the Evergreen Temple, hearing the peak of the Nine Heavens, the expression changed, except that the founder of the religion stayed here for a month three hundred years ago, and later turned it into a prison, where King Yasha was tortured. The kings and elders of the various ministries would never dare to take a step closer to it.
After a lapse of 150 years, the nine-day torture frame that buried a generation of extraordinary heroes once again welcomed its new sacrifice.
Halfway up the mountain, the temple troops who were in charge of escorting had stopped, and they could no longer climb the extremely slippery ice peak with their armor on. Those who followed King Kinnara up the mountain were a group of high-ranking disciples of the temple.
At 300 meters away from the peak, those disciples couldn't stand it any longer, they stopped on the edge of the cliff, King Kinnaruo took the eldest grandson Wuji and said, "I'll go up by myself."
"I'll accompany you." A man came up from the foot of the mountain with big sleeves fluttering. He wore a green robe and a high crown of the same color. The disciples all bowed humbly and said, "I have seen the fourth elder."
King Kinnara turned around, looked around, smiled and said: "The fourth elder is here too."
The fourth elder twitched his beard and smiled, and said: "I heard that there was a traitor in the temple, and I am very angry, so I came here to observe the punishment."
He looked at the eldest grandson Wuji who was carried by King Jinnara, frowned and said, "It's just a traitor who is about to die, and he deserves to be carried by you. I'll do it." He stretched out his hand and pulled the eldest grandson Wuji off, and threw it heavily on the ground.
The eldest grandson Wuji fell on the ground covered with ice and snow. The wound was shocked and blood spattered again, and he was immersed in the depth of the unmelted ice layer, but he remained silent. He raised his eyes and glanced at the fourth elder, then turned his eyes away.
"Your Highness," the Fourth Elder stared at him and sneered, "You are tyrannical and domineering in the temple, have you ever imagined that today will happen?"
"Thank you." Eldest Sun Wuji coughed lightly, "Those eight words... comments, I think... it seems more appropriate to use them on the Fourth Elder."
"Nonsense!" The Fourth Elder's expression darkened.
"Three years ago... when you were in charge of the Asura Department, you increased taxes privately...sent private individuals to extort the religious people...withholding national taxes," the eldest grandson Wuji said slowly, "The lord also wants to invite you... to live on the Nine Heavens Peak for a few days. Block... stopped, now that I think about it, I might as well... save your... dog named Jilang."
"You!" The four elders whose scars had been uncovered were furious, and shouted in a low voice: "It's not your fault, the palace master can't blame me at all, how can I lose the throne of the Asura Department!" The more he said, the more angry he became, He raised his foot viciously and wanted to kick Changsun Wuji.
King Kinnaruo kept sneering at him with his sleeves folded, and now he said: "It's ice slippery on the mountain, and it's hard to explain if you kicked off the cliff. The elders don't like him, so why not nail him up earlier, what punishment is there? Which land is more suitable for him?"
"Yes." The Fourth Elder smiled, stretched out his hand and picked up his eldest grandson Wuji, flew up the cliff, saw the torture frame covered with icicles, raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Your Highness, did you see that, that is the most suitable coffin for you."
He dragged Changsun Wuji over, passed the "God Killing Nails" that had passed through Changsun Wuji's shoulders and wrists through the holes reserved on the rack, bent the nails, and fastened them to the fine iron locking mechanism on the rack. In this way, even if Changsun Wuji forcibly breaks free regardless of the damage of his true essence, the linked mechanism can immediately tear his upper body, causing him to die.
With some movement, fresh blood gurgled out again, and the blackened blood stains on the ice and snow torture frame were immediately stained with fresh bright red again.
The Fourth Elder acted violently and wanted to correct him, but the eldest grandson Wuji remained silent. The tormentor couldn't hear the other party's begging for mercy, so he felt bored. Seriously, I feel a bit overwhelmed to stand before this torture rack."
"How could it be?" King Jinnara watched as the four elders stepped aside, the nine-day ice wind howled and roared and hit Changsun Wuji immediately, his eyes flickered, and he smiled, "Elder is humble, you have profound magical skills, how can you be afraid?" this."
"King Kinnara stands on the summit of the Nine Heavens, his color remains unchanged, and his divine power has also reached perfection." The fourth elder stroked his beard and smiled meaningfully, "Congratulations King Kinnara."
"Why do you like it?" King Jinnara glanced at him lightly.
"Your position in the temple, everyone knows that besides the Holy Master, you are the only one who is qualified to aspire to the throne." The fourth elder's eyes flickered, "Although the Palace Master's heart belonged to the Holy Lord in the past, but this traitor is a traitor who deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors." , the palace lord now entrusts this traitor to you, and his intentions can be imagined."
"I hope to borrow a good word from the Fourth Elder." Kinnara King raised his eyebrows and smiled, "If you are really lucky enough to inherit the throne, with the knowledge and talents of the Fourth Elder, you must be the king of the Yasha Department."
The fourth elder was overjoyed when he heard it, and almost immediately bowed down and said "Congratulations to my lord", and then saw the eldest grandson Wuji on the torture rack with half-closed eyes, with a half-smile on his pale face, and then he forgot his status as a detached elder , desperately suppressing the expression of joy, nodded and said: "So, I wish King Kinnara's wish will be fulfilled as soon as possible."
"To each other, to each other." King Kinnara smiled, and slowly pulled out a long silver whip from his bosom.
The fourth elder raised his brows and asked in surprise: "God Transformation Whip?" He twitched his brows, turned to look at his elder grandson Wuji, and said in astonishment: "King Jinnara wants to torture this traitor, it's only natural, but this God Transformation Whip is no small matter. ,just in case… "
The whip of transforming the gods, refining the primordial spirit, breaking the tendons and bones, the suffering is unbearable, countless people in the temple died under this whip, the four elders frowned, thinking that King Kinnara hated the Holy Master to the bone, and even used this whip Whip, it's nothing more than normal, but now that the traitor is seriously injured and nailed to the top of the Nine Heavens to be tortured by the god's roar, how can he stand the heart-breaking pain of the god-turning whip? He didn't care about Changsun Wuji's life, but felt that since the Palace Master hadn't ordered the execution of the traitor, it might not be in his own interest to kill the other party so quickly.
"Elder, don't worry." King Kinnara held his long whip lightly, with a sinister smile on his lips, "I have my own measure, and I always ask him not to live, nor to die."
Gently stroking the long whip in his hand, King Kinnara tilted his head, looked sideways at the four elders, and said nothing.
Received King Kinnara's gaze, if the four elders realized something, if the king wants to use torture, he must also vent his years of hatred for his political opponents at the same time, and maybe there are some tricks to display, these are not convenient to do in front of others , quickly took a step back, and said with a smile: "There is still business in the palace, I will take a step ahead."
"Elder, please." King Kinnara raised his hand.
The fourth elder walked down the peak quickly, and when he had traveled a hundred meters, he vaguely heard the whip wind piercing the sky, which was stronger and stronger than the wind of the god's roar. The sound of "pop" made him tremble, and murmured: " With such a great force, it won’t kill people with one whip, right?”
Then there was a sneer again, half turned around and looked at the mountain above the clouds and mist, with a happy expression: "It doesn't matter if you die, from now on, it will be my world!"
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The night was dark, and the entire Evergreen Mountain was shrouded in a chaotic darkness. Only the top of the mountain, because it was higher than the clouds, was covered by permanent wet and cold clouds, and the sky could not be seen.
Above the clouds and mist, the wind howled furiously, passing through the ice cave formed by the ice layer with a fierce force like a knife.
In the ice cave, on the torture rack, the tortured person was very quiet, there was no cry, no groan, no pain. If it wasn't for the reflection of the person's figure on the white ice, it would have been as if the torture rack was still empty.
Under the hundred feet, the disciples of the temple who were ordered to be guarded looked at each other in the ice room dug out under the ice. They had all heard of the horror of the land of God's Roar, and also heard of the tragic death of King Yaksha a hundred years ago. I will be so noisy by the call sign that I can't sleep all night, but I don't want to be so quiet.
After being amazed, I admired it. The Holy Master is worthy of being the Holy Master. He has not broken his knees even now. He was nailed to the top of the Nine Heavens with a serious injury, and he actually resisted. And they, all of them, are full of spirit and energy, and they are always lucky enough to keep out the cold. After only staying for a day, he couldn't stand the cold air in the middle of the mountain. I really don't know what kind of endurance and perseverance made His Highness, who has been restrained in martial arts, persevere
There were footsteps coming from the foot of the mountain, and the disciples who came to change shifts arrived. The guards were overjoyed and came out one after another, stomping their feet and complaining, "Why did you come here now? I'm freezing to death... "
"Isn't it on time?" The succeeding disciple also complained, "We're a quarter of an hour ahead of schedule."
The two groups of people bickered with each other, and were only focused on handing over shifts, without noticing the side of the cliff, a black shadow floated up silently.
The masked black shadow was superb in lightness kungfu, like the clouds and mist in the middle of the mountain, it floated past the group of disciples, grazing the top of the cliff, and in a blink of an eye, it had already plunged into the ice cave.
The ground was slippery and covered with mirror-like ice, the man seemed to be in a state of agitation, his martial arts skills were superb, but when he entered the hole, he slipped and fell down, and coincidentally slipped to Changsun Wuji's feet.
The man didn't even get up, he hugged Zhangsun Wuji's waist together with the icy torture rack, and didn't say a word. After a while, there seemed to be a thin stream of water dripping down. Before it hit the ground, it turned into ice. On the ice surface, there was a tinkling sound.
"Don't...cry." Changsun Wuji closed his eyes and said softly, "Be careful...to be heard..."
The man fell silent immediately, then got up, walked around behind Changsun Wuji, and stretched out his hand to pull out the chain that connected the spike.
The man gestured very carefully, grabbed the chain with one hand and grabbed the lock with the other, for fear of hurting Changsun Wuji by pulling it carelessly, but when he pulled it out with all his strength, the lock didn't move at all, but Changsun Wuji let out a muffled groan.
The man immediately didn't dare to move anymore, his eyes darkened in the darkness, Changsun Wuji said softly: "Don't...you can't pull it out..."
Putting his hands down, his fingers brushed over Changsun Wuji's colder than ice body, the man shivered, took out a pill from his bosom, fed it to him, and took out a piece of thin black fur, Pulled off Changsun Wuji's skirt and stuck it on his heart.
Then he went to the execution rack again, as if he wanted to protect Changsun Wuji from the wind, but then he remembered that there was wind behind him, so he turned back and turned around, very at a loss.
Changsun Wuji opened his eyes, smiled tiredly at the busy shadow, and said in a low voice, "It's hard for...you, actually...don't worry about...me."
The man seemed unable to bear to see his smile, so he raised his hand to cover his eyes, and said, "Don't..."
"I just beg you... I just beg you..." Changsun Wuji closed his eyes and murmured, "Her side..."
The man let go of his hand silently and turned around.
The eldest grandson Wuji didn't speak, no one was crying or moaning in the darkness, there was a frozen silence, but only those who were in it could feel the desperate resistance and great patience in the silence that would even break bones, like that The tormented power from the depths of the soul faintly resounded in the silence, arousing a shocking echo, hitting the wall of the ice cave, and even the roaring wind and the tall mountains trembled.
The man finally couldn't stand the huge silent impact, his body trembled, his fingers tightly grasped the cave wall, his fingertips sank deep into the ice layer, and a slight color of blood bloomed.
After struggling for a while, he said with difficulty: "I will try my best..."
Changsun Wuji let out a long breath slowly, and smiled happily. His face was terribly pale, and his smile bloomed like a flower of ice and snow. The smile was bright and gorgeous, but it made people feel that the beauty was fleeting.
The man looked at that smile, turned around slowly, and muttered for a while: "Why bother..."
Changsun Wuji slowly raised his eyes, looking through the chaotic and confused mountain snow and fog, staring at the direction where his heart is tied.
Is she there yet? Has she entered the Four Realms? Is she all right
But wish her well.
Suffering... Maybe it was bitter, but I still felt that the luck of being with her was worth all the pain I had suffered in this body.
He smiles, slightly satisfied, and feels that gold and jade are precious in his life, and a country is rich, but the happiest moment is every time she looks at him seriously, his shadow is reflected in those clear eyes, the barrenness and paleness of life Filled from now on.
"Why... suffer so much..." the man murmured still absent-mindedly, "How much more do you have to pay for her? Even if this great river and mountain is not worth paying attention to, don't you even cherish your life? "
The eldest grandson Wuji was silent for a long time, then smiled lightly.
"With her... need to go to hell?"
The masked man turned around in astonishment.
"Then, I'll go."