That bite took all my strength.
Master Yuan Bao closed his eyes, waiting for the blood spurting wildly after the severe pain.
"Click".
But the teeth suddenly bumped into something, and then I heard an "ouch", and a salty liquid gushed out of my mouth, but the cry of pain was not my own, and the pain did not come as expected, and even the liquid was not my own.
Master Yuan Bao opened his eyes in astonishment, and saw the finger stuffed in his mouth, and followed the finger to see Meng Fuyao hanging upside down.
Hearing her obviously anxious but pretending to be relaxed, she said, "Grandma, are you making hair so hard? It hurts me to death—"
She smiled, but her face was terribly pale, and the ingot screamed hoarsely. She saw it, but she didn't dare to reach out to pick it up. Its belly was so full that she was afraid that it would burst if she touched it lightly, so she had to resist the endless pressure. Jianwang was paying attention to Yuanbao, but the moment he turned his head, he turned his head and saw Yuanbao biting his tongue. His heart was broken and he had no time to do anything. Without even thinking about it, he hung upside down and stuffed his fingers into its mouth like lightning.
One bite hurts the heart and lungs, and the force is so fierce, Meng Fuyao instantly understood that Yuan Bao was not just biting his tongue, but wanted to kill himself!
Why
Lord Yuan Bao looked at her, unable to answer her question, he opened his mouth, then suddenly fell back.
Meng Fuyao scooped it up, picked it up quickly, and was shocked when he got it in his hand. The ingot in his hand was cold and soaked, and it was a heavy tangle of hairs. The feel... the feel...
Her heart was pounding, but she didn't have time to think about it, so she quickly put it in her sleeve, and her finger hurt severely after she stuffed it, and then she saw that half of her fingertip had been bitten off, hanging crookedly and unable to fall off. There, it hurts as soon as you touch it.
In this dangerous place of battle, hanging a fingertip would be too much of a hindrance, Meng Fuyao didn't say anything, just swung his sword and cut it off!
Blood splattered from the broken fingertips and flowed across the black "Slaying Heaven" blade, faintly flickering with dark light.
Without changing expression, Meng Fuyao wrapped the broken fingertip with the snow and ice left behind in the hood, and stuffed it into his bosom.
In such an instant of thrusting, slashing and wrapping, with Meng Fuyao's speed, it took only a few blinks of the eye, when the sword net above lost its resistance, cut with a clang, and stabbed fiercely at her heart.
When Meng Fuyao fell down, he knew that if he could save Yuan Bao, he would be injured, but he didn't care about it, he just used his kung fu to protect his vitals, closed his eyes and waited for the moment when the sharp sword pierced his body.
"Clang!"
The sound of gold and iron colliding reverberated, a golden light flashed in mid-air, and some golden hairs floated down leisurely.
Meng Fuyao reacted extremely quickly when the expected sharp sword fell, without even opening his eyes, he turned upside down in mid-air, already out of the range of the sword attack just now.
He opened his eyes and saw the golden light flying, and returned to her arms.
It was Nine Tails who had been huddled in her arms all the time. Seeing that if the sword hit him, he would be the first to be unlucky, so he jumped out quickly and hit the sword with his steel-strong tail.
The tip of the sword blocked back, Ning Chen Jiuwei lost some of the hair on his tail.
And he was slapped severely by the master who saved his life to show his contempt.
Nine Tails went back aggrieved, Meng Fuyao thought about it and felt that she was going too far, touched it lightly, and wanted to see the condition of Yuanbao, if there was something wrong with this treasure, what face would she have to see Wuji again
However, in this battle, she never had a chance to breathe.
Jian Guang went and came again, the scissors were like the wind, but there was another movement below him.
Meng Fuyao held the saber in front of him, pouring his whole body's true energy into the blade, the black blade became brighter and brighter, until finally it turned into a jade-white color, the whole body was translucent, and a faint white light spread from the blade like a moon halo Generally, it spreads slowly, getting bigger and brighter, illuminating within a radius of three feet around her body.
The highest level of internal force from "Broken Nine Heavens", combined with the true power essence of Lei Dong Yu Heng Da Feng Yue Po, the realm of heaven, breaks through this thick darkness.
Meng Fuyao had mobilized all his energy.
She originally wanted to keep some strength. After all, there are four battles to break through. Don't use up all your strength in the first battle. It will be more difficult to support later. However, looking at the situation now, these four battles are more difficult than she imagined , which combines the essence of martial arts formation and illusion formation, the falsehood cannot be taken lightly, why keep the strength to pass the four levels, if you can't pass even one level, what about breaking into the temple? What about wish fulfillment
The light of the knife was like snow, and as it swept across the air, the cold light illuminated Tie Yi.
Something vaguely reflected in the light of the knife, but Meng Fuyao had no time to see it.
The sound of cooing and gurgling was heard continuously, and a human figure was already tick-tocking out of the thick black mud. Slowly, sticky, dragging, it drilled out from the depths of Jiuyou.
The man was covered in mud, but his face was not stained at all. At first glance, that face was a little strange, but when he saw it again, Meng Fuyao's body trembled, and he was almost stabbed by the sharp sword above him again.
It turned out to be Zhan Nancheng!
Zhan Nancheng, the emperor of Tiansha, who died under her various schemes!
He stared at Meng Fuyao coldly. His dragon robe was completely stained with blood. Standing in the mud under the gray and black light, he slowly stretched out his hand and said in a creaking voice: "... Commander Meng, I have the utmost sincerity for you. Believe... you actually harbor evil intentions, conspire against our country, and kill us!"
He tilted his head, and there was a bloody hole in his throat, as if he suddenly opened his bloody mouth, his neck was shaking and he couldn't get rid of it, the bloody hole changed in size like bloody eyes blinking secretly .
Being stared at by such "eyes", it felt as if ten thousand centipedes were crawling on his back. Meng Fuyao thought in a daze that the sword on his neck was probably Yunhen's strike, a thin and sharp wound with a narrow wound.
Zhan Nancheng slowly rose from the mud beneath him, smiled hatefully, and grabbed Meng Fuyao's ankle.
Meng Fuyao swept across the sky, the knife in his hand flashed, and he slashed!
A bloody skull rolled out in the mud!
"Murder your own brother, intending to get your stepmother involved—you are such a shameless bastard, whether you are a human or a ghost, I will kill you once!"
The head rolled around on the mud for a while, but it didn't sink, and opened its mouth to curse: "You are plotting our country, killing my people!"
Meng Fuyao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, thinking to himself that this bastard would not be able to live after death, his expression and tone were too vivid, she was really startled when he first saw it, is this a real soul, or is it a fake
She just breathed a sigh of relief when she suddenly felt that something was wrong. Why didn't her body fall down after her head was chopped off
As soon as Meng Fuyao raised his hand to hold the sword net that was chasing endlessly above him, Meng Fuyao felt his body getting heavy before he could look back, and then saw that the corner of his robe was caught by a hand covered in mud at some point, and the person underneath speculatively said: "Meng Fuyao...you framed this king with the case of witchcraft. In the dead of night, ask yourself, have you ever felt ashamed of your conscience?"
Meng Fuyao lowered his head, and the headless man actually changed his attire. It was the sinner's attire when he went to the guillotine. It was Zhan Beiheng who she personally supervised and sent to the west, and the head of Zhan Nancheng who was chopped off just now, I don't know. When had it turned into Zhan Beiheng's head, it rolled over and bit the corner of her robe with a grinning grin.
"You deceive even dying people, are you ashamed?"
The blood flowed up to the sky, and in a trance, it was the blood of the royal family that was splashed in the light and shadow of the bamboo curtain in the light rain on the Luolongtai. Standing and fluttering, they surrounded her.
"Snapped!"
Meng Fuyao shattered Zhan Beiheng's head with a knife, turning it into a flat ball where nothing could be seen.
"You even plan against your own brother, are you ashamed?"
Blood energy shattered, gray and black mist mixed with red blood energy, like a cold midnight wind sweeping away a gray and red two-color curtain, the scene behind the curtain changed, and the man with a pale face was in a trance at the head of Pandu city, with a red spot between his brows, manly. Splash like a dharani flower.
Loyal to Zhan Nancheng, but was slandered by Meng Fuyao and transferred away from the imperial camp, and finally died at the head of the Pandu city by the imperial camp commander Xie Yu under Meng Fuyao's plan!
He pointed at Meng Fuyao and scolded: "Sinister villain! How did Xie ever wrong you! You actually killed innocent people indiscriminately!"
Meng Fuyao's expression changed, he kicked him and sent him flying.
"Everyone is the master, and there is nothing to complain about!"
Xie Yu's body flew out, and then shot back with a whoosh. The shot came back faster than before, with a wisp of grayish-yellow smoke trailing behind him.
Meng Fuyao's heart was shocked when he saw the smoke, his withered and yellow face was revealed in the smog, his shoulders, knees, chest and chest were full of blood holes, it was the same as before he was dying in the rainy night alley, Jie Jie Smiling, his skinny fingers had already grasped Meng Fuyao's chest in a flash, and the sound of the wind pierced through the air, it was by no means the weak threat posed by the first three people with low martial arts skills.
Meng Fuyao turned over like a kite, walked around behind Yan Sha and punched out a fist, the wind of the fist was fierce, and the thick mud was also brought up into the deep ditch, Yan Sha leaned over, and was chasing Meng Fuyao on the top of his head. Jianwang.
Yin Cece smiled, a ghost actually still had the martial arts when he was alive, Yan Shou turned around, and he was already out of the range of the sword net, circled towards Meng Fuyao like green smoke, and said with a smile: "Shameless villain , Set up an ambush for assassination!"
The light of Meng Fuyao's saber flashed suddenly, like a jade wall, it landed in front of Yan Sha with a bang, blocking his claw, just as the smoke killer shrank back, Meng Fuyao came out soundlessly from the shadow of jade white light, shaking He chopped the old thing out with his hand.
"Now I can clearly kill you ten thousand times!"
Yansha receded like a wisp of gray smoke, and the light yellow smoke suddenly turned into red light. In the red light, a man smiled sharply and coldly, stretched out his hand and pushed Meng Fuyao down.
Meng Fuyao tilted his body, and when he landed, he stabbed his backhand and shouted: "Pei Yuan! The grievance between you and me is over, go away!"
The person behind him laughed sharply: "You killed Jingchen, you killed Jingchen!"
Meng Fuyao pursed her lips tightly, without turning her head, she slashed the sky with light and shadow: "Tell Yan Jingchen to come find me by himself!"
"I'm here to find you!" Yuebai's light flashed, "You robbed my people, robbed our country, you despicable illegitimate daughter!"
Meng Fuyao's black hair was pasted on his forehead, and he slapped Feng Jing Fansheng, who had blood holes in his eyes and a long knife in his body, with a horizontal shot, "Get lost! Fake lotus!"
The laughter was endless, Xuanyuancheng, Feiyan, Zhong Zening, Yuheng... those who died directly or indirectly under her hands all shot from the depths of Jiuyou, and with the help of the endless resentment in this ten-foot-deep pool, the Yin and Yang He entangled Meng Fuyao heavily.
Some of these people don't know martial arts, and most of them are masters of the generation. The Nine Serenity Formation unexpectedly reflected a part of their martial arts in their lifetime, which made Meng Fuyao gradually exhausted after repeated battles.
Coming and going, it was all the encounters of grievances and grievances along the way, while the magical powers were pulling Dafa to rotate, leading Meng Fuyao's gradually confused thoughts to sink into the abyss of nightmare.
According to the legend, no one has been able to cross the four realms of the temple so far. Many people died in Jiuyou at the first level. Those who dare to break through the four realms are all powerful warriors of the martial arts. Who has not been stained with blood? Who has no life debt? And when in the Nine Nether Realm, seeing those souls who died in their own hands tiptoeing, "die" in front of him again and again, enemies everywhere, haunted by ghosts, how many people can persevere to the end
As strong as Meng Fuyao, he was on the verge of collapse.
She didn't know that she had persisted in the upgraded version of the Nine Nether Realm for the longest time in history. She only knew that she was almost exhausted in the endless battles.
Do all the people who have been killed have to come again
Really, I knew that I would have killed a few people earlier...
After going out, you must take refuge in my Buddha...
Meng Fuyao flies, soars, swings the saber, dodges... In the gray-black mist, her figure travels back and forth like lightning, and the light of the milky-white saber criss-crosses the mist with bright traces. Back, without giving the slightest respite, Meng Fuyao, who was originally a clear spirit, was gradually invaded by demons under the exhaustion of repeated battles.
so many people... so many people...
I killed so many people myself, I killed so many people...
All the way, all the way to kill...
Such a life... such a bloody life...
How much more do you want to kill? How many more people will be killed? This road has become a mountain of bones, and it has failed thousands of times, but whose heart is stepping on...
She panted more and more, her body gradually fell, and her moves became more and more chaotic.
There was a heavier panting sound behind him.
Meng Fuyao looked back, and saw a big mouth dripping with blood, in which the tongue had been bitten off, and the blood dripped down the chin, dripping onto the mud.
Meng Fuyao had already formed a conditioned reflex, and without even thinking about it, he swung the saber, before he realized it, and then a flash of light flashed in his mind, and he suddenly remembered who this was.
De Wang!
The eldest grandson Wuji's biological father!
Meng Fuyao's hands froze.
How could she smash the head of the eldest grandson Wuji's father's soul shadow without any scruples? Even if it is a phantom!
The knife she swung faltered in mid-air, and she pulled it back before smashing the head. The surge of real power instantly rebounded and hit her heart, and a mouthful of blood burst into her throat.
Blood spewed out, and the movement slowed down, De Wang grinned, and the sword lights above his head crossed and fell.
And behind, there is no escape.
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The souls of the Nine Nether Realm are entangled and sprayed with blood, and the Evergreen Temple is quiet and peaceful.
In the northeast corner of the temple, the Garuda Hall.
"You have behaved well recently." King Garuda held his teacup, and looked at King Jinnara sat down with satisfaction, "Holy Master is at his own risk, now is your rare opportunity, don't miss it."
King Kinnara leaned halfway on the chair: "Yes."
"Our lineage of Skywalker suffers the most in the hall, but our status is not the highest." King Garuda looked dissatisfied, "You and I have not been able to enter the third hall because of our status. It wasn't this time that the Holy Master did the deception and extermination of the ancestors, I'm afraid we still won't have a bright future."
"At least I've made it through." King Kinnara smiled, "The elders have once again brought up the matter of me being in charge of the Yaksha Division at today's regular meeting. This time, the attitude of the Palace Master is not so firm."
"The old man has to think about the future of the temple." Garuda King sneered, "The Holy Master is like that, and he still expects him to take over? A joke."
King Kinnara smiled without saying a word.
"If he repeats himself again, I'm not afraid to give him a warning." Garuda Luo Wang said sternly, "It's always easy to be a soft persimmon?"
"What do you mean?" King Kinnara suddenly raised his head.
"Let's see, if you can pass it on to you well, you don't have to worry about it." King Garuda said solemnly, "I'll do my best to support you, so don't disappoint the expectations of Tian Xingyi."
"Yes." King Kinnara respectfully replied.
"That's it, do things well." King Garuda stood up, suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the top of the sacred mountain, and said intentionally or unintentionally, "That man... nailed there, even though the palace master ordered him not to hurt his life, But the serious injury is unbearable, maybe...can't live for a long time?"
King Kinnara's eyes flickered, and he said hesitantly, "Maybe..."
King Garuda smiled with satisfaction.
"It's just... how to explain?"
"Put it to death and live later." King Garuda smiled, "The winner is the king. Once you win, who will you choose if the palace master doesn't choose you? Once you become the palace master, who do you need to explain to?"
"… yes!"
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At the top of the Nine Heavens, the wind of God's Roar was blowing endlessly, and it was still high above the sky, with no stars and no moon.
The shift-changing disciples rushed down the mountain, still not noticing a black shadow passing by like a shooting star, and burrowing into the ice cave.
"How are you?"
Changsun Wuji opened his eyes, he looked a little weaker again, but his expression remained the same, he smiled faintly: "Yes."
The masked man in black glanced at the frozen blood on his wound, and a flash of pain flashed in his eyes. He covered it carefully with his hands, and hot air rose from his palms, heating up the cold nails and chains.
The blood melted and stained his hands. The man clenched his fingers tightly and his breathing was short of breath.
On the contrary, Changsun Wuji smiled and comforted: "... why bother with this, it will condense again..."
The masked man didn't speak, the eyes outside the scarf flickered, took out another pill, and fed it to him, Changsun Wuji tilted his head and said: "Don't waste it..."
"Nothing is wasted, no waste, I just want you to live well."
"What about her?" Changsun Wuji only cared about this question, "...is it going well..."
The masked man closed his eyes and said in a low voice for a while, "Can you care about yourself a little more?"
"I... just like this." Changsun Wuji smiled, "If you... hang on to my heart... really want me to die here?"
"The big formation has been changed." The masked man hesitated for a while, and he didn't want to say anything, but he couldn't bear the eager eyes of the grandson Wuji, so he had no choice but to say, "I can't sneak in. I felt it from a distance. It seems that the situation is not very good. Even Yuanbao also… "
Changsun Wuji was shocked, and he groaned while touching the wound, the man hastily held him down, and whispered: "I'll find a way... I'll go and find a way..."
But Changsun Wuji calmed down, sighed lightly, and said: "I know...you don't have to...force it."
"No." The man gently clenched his icy hand, warming it repeatedly in his palm, "I'm always...willing..."
Changsun Wuji didn't move and closed his eyes.
"One more thing..." The man stood on tiptoe, whispered a few words into his ear, Changsun Wuji listened in silence, and asked with an "um" sound, "...how to do it?"
The man gritted his teeth and hesitated.
"It's okay." Changsun Wuji touched the hand in the palm, and at this moment, the warm palm also sweated slightly. He squeezed the finger comfortingly and said: "Just... do it, I... it's okay."
Immediately he let go of his hand, and the masked man stood there in a daze, stroking his fingers carefully, as if he wanted to deeply appreciate the closeness and warmth at that moment.
After a long time, he said in a low voice: "I'm leaving..."
Changsun Wuji smiled faintly: "Be careful."
The masked man hesitated for a while, then turned and left in a hurry. The black figure had just disappeared under the cliff, and the smile on Changsun Wuji's face had faded.
He whispered: "Fuyao..."
The situation was so against her, he had to fight hard.
Lifting his head slightly, he pondered silently for a while in the icy wind that cracked his skin and pierced his bones, then he suddenly turned his head and looked around carefully.
The ice cave is transparent and can be seen at a glance, but Changsun Wuji's gaze seems to be looking for something.
The moonlight shining from the high sky sprinkled under the torture rack, casting a long reflection.
Due to the position and angle of the Nine Heavens Peak, there is no moonlight all year round, and only a ray of moonlight leaks in on August 15 every year.
The moonlight comes from the distant long sky, illuminating the present and the past, and illuminating the parting of people.
Changsun Wuji's face was as pale as the moonlight.
The sky is bright and the moon is long, and the moon is round, but he and Fuyao, one is stuck on the top of a high mountain, the other is trapped in the realm of nine secluded places, and they miss each other, but they cannot be reunited.
Maybe even... never see each other again.
Dangerous and murderous, both of them are hanging by a thread, walking a dangerous tightrope between fate and opportunity.
However, how can one's own destiny be in the hands of others
Changsun Wuji's gaze slowly followed the moon shadow around, and then landed on the cave wall on the left.
There, there was a burst of moonlight at an unknown time, and the cave wall, which usually looks normal, now looks surprisingly shiny.
Changsun Wuji's eyes flashed, and he immediately turned his head to look at the torture rack.
The ice cave was not perfectly round, and although the torture frame was in the center, it was closer to the left cave wall, but it was still out of reach from his current position.
The left hand was nailed to death, and the spike penetrated through it. If he wanted to get close to the cave wall, he had to move laterally.
If you are not careful, you will lose blood and die. No matter how bad it is, this hand will inevitably be useless.
Changsun Wuji looked at the position, calculated the distance, and then suddenly lowered his hand!
The blood surged wildly, and the deep penetrating wound was pulled out on the spike, and the light had already faintly penetrated.
The wrist was split, but it was able to move slightly, avoiding the position of the artery.
Changsun Wuji didn't even look at it, he adjusted the position of the spike, moved it slowly, and touched the cave wall with his fingertips.
Every time he moved, there was a piercing laceration, and the left shoulder was being torn apart. The blood dripped down, flowing faster and faster, sliding down the spikes, staining the skirt of the clothes red, and then accumulated under the rack. A pool of eye-catching bright red.
But Changsun Wuji was only calm, without hesitation towards that direction, enduring the torture-like pain with great endurance, slowly tearing the skin, slowly moving forward with flesh and blood, until the fingertips suddenly felt cold, Touched the cold cave wall.
Changsun Wuji let out a long breath, and at this moment, cold sweat dripped from his head, mixed with blood.
The wall of the cave was covered with ice, and with Changsun Wuji's current physical strength, there was no way to break through the solid ice. With a backhand, he scooped up a hand of his own blood and covered it on the wall of the cave.
The hot blood gradually melted the ice layer, and the ice water mixed with the bloody water slipped under the blood-colored handprints. Changsun Wuji's fingers finally touched something.
He flicked his fingers, and slowly pulled out the well-preserved long silk that had been buried deep in the cave wall of the Nine Heavens Summit for hundreds of years, but which no one except him knew of its existence.
After wiping his hands clean on the ice wall, he carefully held the soft silk in the palm of his hand. Changsun Wuji let out a long breath, revealing a happy smile as the dust settled.
Fuyao... trust me...
Whenever... wherever... I can protect you.
Then he passed out.