Three hundred meters below the ice cave, it was a bit messy, and there were some smash marks on a boulder. Meng Fuyao's eyes flashed, and he ran up again.
Ice and snow were flying under her feet, as if she was following a snow-colored dragon, but when she was close to the peak, the dragon suddenly disappeared.
Meng Fuyao stopped.
She looked up at the top of the peak, looking at the strange piercing hole, and there was a moment of pain in her eyes.
Sure enough... it was the ice cave...
Sure enough... there is that ice cave...
Before seeing this ice peak, she was still able to deceive herself and others that everything she saw in Tianyu was just an illusion often seen in formations, so she may not take it seriously. After she saw this ice peak, she was still deceiving herself. Maybe it was just similar, After all, the snow-capped mountains in the extreme north are all about the same size.
However, when this unique piercing ice cave appeared, her heart was also pierced in an instant.
Blood dripping.
Not a hallucination... not a hallucination...
really really... really...
Although the thoughts and guesses in her heart were already clear, they still couldn't withstand the sudden burst of pain at the moment of confirmation. She staggered on the flat ground, a top expert who was standing still, almost fell down for no reason.
Zhan Beiye wanted to help her behind him, but she gently pushed away and looked up at the hole.
One step away is like thousands of miles away.
For a moment she was a little scared.
Afraid to see that last scene was true, afraid that those words would actually be staged in front of her, afraid that when she went through all kinds of hardships and rushed to rescue him, what she faced would be the eternal separation between heaven and man.
How can you feel, how can you feel
Standing in the icy wind, her flying long hair was instantly condensed with countless shards of ice, and she fluttered softly, as if her heart was rubbing against each other at this moment.
The fingers curled tightly into the palm, the nails dug in, silently pinching out crescent-like bloodstains, and the moonlight in the sky was also like blood, shining on people's hearts and minds.
Meng Fuyao finally moved.
She no longer rushed like a spark, but walked up slowly and step by step.
She walked a bit stiffly, but she was very stable. She had to stabilize herself first, otherwise she was afraid that she would accidentally slip due to her anxiety and nervousness at the moment.
For a short distance, she walked for half a quarter of an hour.
Then she saw the ice cave.
Saw the rack in the ice cave.
Seeing the wind passing through the ice cave, it jingled the chains on the torture rack, making a cold micro-sound.
People who didn't see it, wanted to see but were afraid to see it.
Meng Fuyao walked over lightly, and just as he reached the front of the ice cave, he was shaken by the wind rushing towards him like ice skates from the sky.
In an instant, she felt that the wind passed through all the cells in her body, replacing all the warm blood with cold, and even her heart was secretly replaced, stuffed with a handful of ice and snow.
The indescribable coldness made Meng Fuyao, who had reached the top of the world in martial arts, instantly lose all warmth and was caught off guard.
She faced the wind in a daze, thinking colder than this moment, so cold... so cold...
Then she turned her gaze and swayed again.
She saw the hole through which the rack passed, saw the chain behind the rack, saw layers of new and old blood condensed into ice on the rack and the chain, and saw the dazzling red mottled everywhere.
The blood is gathered on those chains and holes, maintaining a dripping posture, frozen there for eternity, as if to use this state to permanently retain everything a person has experienced.
For her, received, everything.
Meng Fuyao stared at the blood for a long time, saw the pale complexion, saw the emptiness in the expression, saw the heart break, the stars disappeared, the sky was covered with snow, and they flew away without a trace on the top of the Evergreen Mountain.
After a long time, she stretched out her hand and slowly touched the red ice.
As soon as his fingers touched the bloody ice, tears flowed down his face.
The temperature on her fingers and the scorching heat of her tears slowly melted the blood ice, dripping onto her palm. She hugged the torture rack as if she was hugging the man's leg, and slowly knelt down as if she lost her strength.
She pressed her face to the cold blood, and let the tears flow silently.
Promise... Promise...
You said that your master loves you, so there is no danger of going here.
You said that you are waiting for me to come, and you must prepare wine and banquets.
I'm here now, but where are you
Where is the master who smiles and promises me wine to treat distant guests in the Jiuyi Hall
You lied to me, Qianlu Hexi, you lied to me to prepare wine and set up banquets, but at this moment, what greets me is the sky-high peak, bone-piercing ice and snow, blood-stained torture racks, and prisons full of woes.
you lied to me... you lied to me...
The blood and tears rushing from the bottom of her heart, torrential, this crying seems to shed all the tears in her life, turning all the love and inability in this life into an endless stream, mixed with his blood, her tears, Flowing down the cheeks, flowing through the torture rack, flowing out of the ice cave, and flowing down the snow-capped peaks thousands of feet away.
She no longer screamed, no longer mad, and even no longer made a sound, but the tears shed so silently had the power to shatter, making the world solemn and afraid to be disturbed.
The icy wind whizzed, and the crescent moon was faint. I saw the slender woman on the top of the mountain, hugging the torture frame tightly, kneeling in the snow and ice on the ground; I saw her silent and long-lasting tears, and the tears were endless and tight. It fell from the closed eyelids, mixed with the melted blood, and at the moment of falling, it formed pink ice beads, scattered soundlessly between the sky and the earth.
After a long time, Meng Fuyao slowly got up.
When he got up, his hand twitched, and there was a faint sound of tearing. The palm that was first covered with ice was stuck to the ice, and a layer of skin was torn off.
The blood dripped down and mixed with the original blood ice. Meng Fuyao looked at the bloody palm indifferently, and didn't feel any pain—compared to the surging and overwhelming pain in his heart at this moment, there was no pain at all.
The blood dripping from the palms condensed together with the blood ice, shining reddish under the moon.
From then on, her blood remained on the top of the Nine Heavens, mixing with his, never to be separated again.
very good.
The blood melted by her was intense and bright, Meng Fuyao looked down and was sure it was fresh blood.
In other words, until recently, he was still here.
So now, where did he go
Meng Fuyao clenched his palms tightly, not daring to let himself think about the long time when he was seriously injured and locked here day and night, being pierced by the ice wind, nine months... nine months... those two hundred and seventy days of life Every night, what kind of painful and long torment
She pressed her heart and forced herself to think about more important things, such as his real life and death.
Now the only person who knows his life and death, presumably only that person.
Meng Fuyao turned around very calmly, never looked back very calmly, and went down the mountain very calmly.
There was a shocking firmness and determination in her too-quiet eyes. Zhan Beiye, who had been standing silently by the side, was shocked. He reached out to pull her, and to help her bandage her injured palm. But Meng Fuyao's side, like a wandering spirit, passed him by, and floated down like a wandering spirit.
Although she went up the mountain like the wind and lightning, she still paid attention to restraining her figure, but when she went down the mountain, she was very comfortable, floating all the way down the mountain.
She floated down Jietian Peak, floated towards the Evergreen Temple, and walked straight to the tall city wall, reaching out to knock on the door.
Zhan Beiye was so shocked that he shot towards her like lightning, grabbed her and said, "Fuyao, you—"
"Meng Fuyao begs to see Palace Master Changqing!" Meng Fuyao let him pull away, but suddenly spoke.
When she opened her mouth, her voice was clear, and the voice with all her true energy was transmitted long and long, shaking the entire Evergreen Mountain Range unceasingly.
Please see the Lord of the Evergreen Palace Please see the Lord of the Evergreen Palace Please see the Lord of the Evergreen Palace...
The sound was so loud and powerful, not to mention the entire Evergreen Temple, even a mouse hiding under the Evergreen Mountain would be awakened by the shock.
Zhan Beiye sighed, at this point, it's useless to stop him, no one can stop Meng Fuyao from making up his mind.
If she was careful before going up to the Tianfeng Peak, hoping to rescue Changsun Wuji without disturbing the Evergreen Temple, now that Changsun Wuji's disappearance has forced her to take a big step forward and face this situation head-on. The most mysterious and powerful man in the world.
Meng Fuyao had no fear of what he wanted.
She holds her head up, and her true strength spreads far away. From now on, she will no longer be sneaky. She is a person who comes to the Evergreen Temple to worship the mountain in an upright manner. She is a person who has broken through the four realms. She, she doesn't know, she doesn't care.
The Evergreen Temple stood silently amidst the clear voice of the strongest woman in the world, as if shocked by her supreme courage, there was no movement. Meng Fuyao stepped forward without saying a word, and kicked on the snow-white gate of the Evergreen Temple .
With a loud bang, the indestructible gate made of special material was kicked by Meng Fuyao with a footprint several feet deep.
All over the world, for hundreds of years, the holy place worshiped by everyone, the Evergreen Temple, which is noble and bows down to all living beings, was kicked out of the door for the first time.
This kick was probably equivalent to kicking on the face of the Master of Evergreen Hall.
The silence was broken, and the sound of orderly footsteps gradually resounded in the city, and then the gate that was several feet high opened with a bang.
The starlight hangs down the palace, and the Huage is the first to open with a thousand layers.
When the gate opened, countless blue lights lit up, and the stairs seemed to be suspended in mid-air, illuminating a long road. The white marble floor was like a long jade ladder to the sky, extending all the way up, as if to reach the sky.
At the end of the road, the majestic hall is half covered by the clouds. The blue-colored hall is huge and magnificent. Those clouds mixed with light snow air fall like hexagonal plum blossoms, and in the depths of the clouds, there are faintly blooming flowers like brocade, Tongyun pale purple , in the cool white, gorgeous and beautiful.
It's hard to imagine how a place maintains two different seasons, or are those flowers just an illusion created by imitation
"Hall Master Xuanmeng Fuyao—"
A long voice of paging came down from the central hall, and the voice was ethereal and ethereal, and it did not know where it came from.
But Meng Fuyao only smiled mockingly, and said flatly: "The airs are pretty good."
She glanced at the side of the hall, glanced in the shadow of the lights, and then strode in.
The ground was clean and white, with broken jade flowing all over the place, Meng Fuyao went all the way, and wiped her boots that were covered in mud and snow bluntly.
There seemed to be a lot of people shadowy in all directions, silent in the dark corner of the light, laying out a blue-green formation to kill Shen Xiong, so many people, even their breathing was neat, obviously well-trained, but Meng Fuyao didn't even have the corner of his eyes glance.
Zhan Beiye didn't either, he only stayed by Meng Fuyao's side, no matter if there were thousands of people, no matter if there were thousands of people.
If there is no life - one more moment is good.
"What's the matter here?" At the end of the long steps, an old man in a green robe floated out, looking down and asking in a graceful and ethereal posture.
Meng Fuyao held his head high, kept on stepping, and said indifferently: "Is your Excellency the Palace Master?"
The old man proudly said: "This seat is in charge of the seventh elder of Minister Yasha."
"I haven't heard of it." Meng Fuyao replied indifferently, and continued to move forward.
"Stop!" The Seventh Elder threw up his sleeves and yelled angrily, his face livid, "It is an exception for my temple to allow you to enter. How could you be so ignorant of the rules and drive straight into the Pope's Hall of my temple!"
"The rules of the Evergreen Temple for a hundred years." Meng Fuyao stood on the steps two steps lower than him, with his head held high, his eyes like lightning, it seemed that she was condescending, "Everyone who passes through the four realms is a distinguished guest of your temple, and With the help promised by the Hall Master, is it possible that your Hall has forgotten this rule because no one has passed through the four realms for many years? Or, is this attitude the etiquette for welcoming distinguished guests in the Temple?"
The Seventh Elder was extremely angry, and said with serious eyes: "What kind of distinguished guest are you, you monster—"
"Seventh Elder."
Suddenly there was a faint voice, neither the age nor the emotion could be discerned, let alone where it came from, it seemed to be close to the ear, and it seemed to be far away in the sky.
The voice was not loud and imposing, but the Seventh Elder immediately fell silent, bent over and retreated.
Meng Fuyao looked at the hall in front of him, his eyes were calm, his upturned jaw was firm and delicate, like a beautiful and thin jade knife in the shadow of the blue light.
On the top of the hall, in the shadows, a figure in a golden robe slowly emerged. He appeared extremely strange, without flashing or moving, as if he had been there from the beginning, and then when the darkness was peeled off, he appeared like a god golden body.
"Meng Fuyao, what are you doing here?"
You really know how to play dumb, I have been killed by you many times, and you still ask me why I am here
Meng Fuyao smiled mockingly, and said Langlang: "Come to ask the Palace Master to fulfill his promise."
The entire temple was silent, and there was a chilling and cool atmosphere in the silence. From nowhere, there was a faint and subtle sound, which seemed to be floating with beautiful music.
The face of the Master of the Evergreen Palace is hidden in the shadows. He wears a golden mask with high eyebrows, and a large robe with a golden border and black border. His eyes are calmer than hers. He looked at her for a long time, and his eyes were neither like looking at an enemy nor looking at her. It's like looking at a stranger, but it's like seeing something that you hate deeply, breaking free from the siege, and appearing in front of you that you can't get rid of.
However, after a long time, he said lightly, "What do you want?"
Meng Fuyao raised his eyebrows.
She was right.
As expected, the old magic stick still loves face.
She bet that these gods always put maintaining the pope's dignity as their top priority, and they would not be willing to break the centuries-old rules in public. She went straight in and asked the temple to fulfill its promise in public, and the old guy had to be the first to respond.
More importantly, her gaze flashed—in the shadow above the temple, behind the Master of the Evergreen Palace, a red bald head suddenly appeared, round and smooth like an egg skin, shining brightly, smiling at her like a daughter-in-law. It was Lei Dong who once wanted to train her in Fufeng, but she beat her back one by one, and finally formed a revolutionary robbery friendship with her.
Beside him was a middle-aged woman in white clothes, with a calm face and a snowy complexion, but she didn't look like old man Lei was fond of her, but rather dissatisfied.
I haven't seen this one before, but based on her feeling, she thinks that this should be Zong Yue's master who has a close relationship with Leidong. Yixiangu Yidiao, thinking of Zong Yue, she immediately took a tight breath—how is he? where are you now? Since his master has also arrived, he should be fine, right
But Gu Yidie looked at her with really unfriendly eyes, Meng Fuyao thought a little miserable, he must actually be a sinner.
Both Leidong and Gu Yidie have contacts with the temple, and they are also very prestigious seniors in the Wuzhou Continent. With them, the Evergreen Palace Master cannot do such a thing of blatant reneging.
The lavender tung flowers fluttered in front of the Jiuyi Hall, and the Master of the Evergreen Palace stood on the top of the jade steps, looking down at her from a high position, and saw that the woman's face was bright, jade white and slightly reddish, although her temperament and wind spirit were slightly different from what he had imagined, It is more radiant and bright, but that demeanor is like a graceful lotus flower.
demon lotus.
The patriarch of the founding education has loved almost obsessively throughout his life, so he spared no effort to cultivate it day and night with divine power, and finally changed his fate against the sky to train it into a human body, the lotus in the palm of his hand.
She still came back.
The monster that nearly destroyed the temple hundreds of years ago finally set foot on the sacred land of Evergreen.
He said he wanted to leave Wuzhou, he said he wanted to return, not to mention that he didn't want to send her away, even if he sent her away, who could guarantee that she would not come back again because of some opportunity? At that time, he is no longer in the temple, so should this monster be allowed to destroy the temple again and disturb the world
Hundreds of years ago, because of her, the founding patriarch almost destroyed himself and almost destroyed the entire temple. A battle in the soul-receiving underground palace almost destroyed most of the elites of the sect. The Lord has left behind hidden dangers, and a catastrophe that has not been eliminated so far is all caused by her.
How could he let her come back to him now, turning the rules upside down and bewitching all beings
He has devoted himself to cultivating for a hundred years, and spent most of his life in seclusion. His cultivation base is also the highest among the palace masters of all dynasties. He thought that by doing this, he could overcome the shortcomings and dangers of the ancestor's divine power. , Still can't get rid of the fangs of fate.
That day when he saw the pale green between his brows, his heart instantly turned into pale blue glaze, and fell to the ground.
Ascension... what ascension
Does anyone know that starting from the patriarch, the masters of the Evergreen Palace have become demons from generation to generation
In the last month of Jietianfeng's retreat, in fact, it was only the eight heavenly kings working together to imprison the founder of the teaching. At that time, he was already a demon king, not a god admired by the world.
This demon repented at the end of his life and passed on his divine power to the next generation of hall masters. Who knew that half-crazy power, like a dangerous sharp blade, lurks in the depths of the fate of each generation of hall masters. Sooner or later, when each generation of hall masters brow Suddenly, the pale blue color of the patriarch of the past appeared, and the day of becoming a demon is not far away.
More than 20 years ago, the patriarch was reincarnated in the Wuji Kingdom. He was both happy and uneasy. He was happy that the person who untied the bell would have to tie the bell. The reincarnation of the patriarch meant that the dark clouds that had hung high in the Evergreen Temple for hundreds of years would finally have a chance to dispel. What is disturbing is, if you meet that demon lotus again, will history repeat itself
He calculated this day by day, waiting for the monster to come back to life, and she did come back.
However, the horoscope of her birthday has been calculated, but it is still hard to find her.
But very well, she came by herself.
Only by taking away the soul of this monster, under the eternal town underground palace, and hanging on the top of the Evergreen Temple, can the nightmare end forever.
Kill her, must.
So what if she is rich, what if she dares to send troops? In a country of theocracy, the loyalty of the people is unimaginable. No matter which country's army invades, it will be resisted desperately by the whole people of the sky.
As long as he is here, as long as the Evergreen Temple exists safely, the firmament will never perish.
The Evergreen Palace Master's gaze, as calm as deep water but resolutely indifferent, lightly enveloped Meng Fuyao.
These are the biggest secrets of the Evergreen Temple for hundreds of years, except for the past hall masters, no one knows, and he never intends to let anyone know.
He should have had more chances to kill her, but intentionally or unintentionally, many people and many things have been pestering him recently, which made him unable to draw his hand, so that she was allowed to step down.
That's fine, it's easier to deal with.
"What do you want?" He looked at her and asked again.
What do you want
What are your requirements
what.
Require
Meng Fuyao was in a trance for a moment.
Twenty-one years of hardships, twenty-one years of ups and downs, twenty-one years of long road, twenty-one years of desperately moving forward, sweating and blood, broken bones and hearts, step by step, hurting with blood Paving the way and struggling to move forward, tossing and turning in the Seven Kingdoms to survive, being on the verge of death countless times and falling into despair countless times, such a painful, unspeakable, nightmarish persistence.
Just for this sentence - what do you ask for.
I have imagined countless times, when she finally stepped into the Evergreen Temple, when the great supernatural power really asked herself this sentence, she must be firm, without hesitation, and loudly, answer:
I want to go home!
She has paid so much and gone through a painful journey that she can't bear to look back when she dreams back at midnight. She has no reason to give up at the last moment when she finally touches hope.
I want to go home.
I have shouted in my heart for 21 years, and I have never wavered, never changed, and never gone astray after experiencing hardships. The dream comes to an end.
If you miss this day, not to mention all the hard work in the past, you will never have a chance from now on.
This sentence was so difficult that she trembled when she thought about it.
She was indeed trembling. Her calm and firm posture was like a deep current in still water. That kind of trembling seemed to come from the bottom of her heart, making the blood in her whole body rustle. sound.
The lights and shadows of those past events that will never be forgotten in life rush back in an instant.
The snow-white hospital... the haggard mother... the simple hut... the rape blossoms outside the window...
Waiting for the hospital bed... Old fairy tales... The little duck on the cover... The hand that caressed the broken pages is covered with age spots...
Meng Fuyao suddenly knelt down.
She knelt on the cold steps, leaned sideways, and kowtowed three times respectfully towards the direction far away in time and space.
Then she lay down in the dust, with her face pressed against the cold jade steps, in such bone-chilling cold and desolation, she whispered but calmly: "Please let Changsun Wuji go."
Please let Changsun Wuji go.
Tears flowed out slowly, only one drop fell on the jade steps and penetrated into the texture of the jade. That small piece of white color became slightly deeper, like a scar that had been scalded to the life cells and would never heal.
Mom, I'm sorry.
In life, there are many things that are more important than one's own wishes, those deep love and fulfillment, those tolerance and giving up, those sacrifices and understanding, those easy throwing and hard work, those written in my journey of blood and tears, will always flash Light, the most precious thing that shines on me along the way.
Without him, without them, I would not be able to get to where I am today. When I thought about going forward alone and without any hindrance, I had already unknowingly carried the sacrifices and contributions of countless people.
My life was shaped by them, my life was given by them, my road was paved by them with their lives, and my scars were stitched and healed by them with their own efforts.
Up to now, it is no longer possible for me to abandon those imprints carved in my life and blood.
That is the light and shadow reflected in the road ahead of my life, seemingly weak and weak, but there is no power to wipe it away.
forgive me.
She leaned on the steps, and in just a few words, she had exhausted the greatest strength in her life.
There was no sound from all sides, the lavender tung flowers fell slowly, and the sweet fragrance in the wind was endless, but it couldn't hide the difficulty of making choices at this moment and the sadness of giving up.
There was also a bit of surprise in the voice of the Master of the Evergreen Palace, but the eyes in the shadows were a little bit colder.
"Eldest grandson Wuji is a disciple of my hall, what has it to do with you?"
Meng Fuyao straightened up, stared at him, and said word by word: "Just, this, one, wish."
The Master of the Evergreen Palace was silent, and said for a long time: "This person is about to die, and there is no way to return to heaven."
Meng Fu shook, but immediately said: "Save him!"
"What qualifications do you have to ask for this?" The Master of Evergreen Palace looked at him indifferently, "Did I say I would agree to your two requests?"
"Aren't you just wanting my life?" Meng Fuyao smiled miserably, stood up, and spread his hands, "I'll change, okay?"
"Fuyao!" Zhan Beiye yelled, rushing up like a gust of wind.
Meng Fuyao raised his hand, and a dagger was already placed around his neck.
"Don't come up, or I will definitely die faster than you can run."
Zhan Beiye froze there, his face was pale, his clothes were motionless, Leidong frowned, but Gu Yidie suddenly sighed softly.
"There's no need to go around in circles anymore." Meng Fuyao stepped forward slowly, "Since I kicked your door, I don't intend to walk out of this door alive again. You want me to pay for my life, or you want me to be useful for other purposes. Alright, as long as you let Changsun Wuji go, Meng Fuyao will be killed or cut to pieces, and I will let you handle it."
The Master of the Evergreen Hall looked at her deeply. This woman had absolutely no cowardice on her face. Even if he used his divine power to intimidate her, he couldn't change her face at all. Because of this, he couldn't stay.
"What do I want your life for?" He said coldly for a long time, "Wuji is the Holy Lord of my temple, and he does not need you to save him, but he has a serious crime and should be executed. Now that you have made this wish, This seat will come with you according to the rules, all the petitioners of my Evergreen Temple must leave one of their own things, you can choose."
With a wave of his hand, a bright light suddenly appeared somewhere in the hall behind him, and an apricot-yellow silk curtain appeared. Behind the silk curtain was a golden eight-dragon tripod.
"Eight choices, choose by yourself." The Master of Evergreen Hall said indifferently, "It depends on your luck."
"I'll choose!" A loud shout came from behind, and Zhan Beiye ran up, "I'll take it on her behalf!"
With a flick of the sleeve of the master of the Evergreen Palace, Zhan Beiye was immediately blocked on the steps. Without saying a word, he flicked his sword out of its sheath, and slashed at the void that blocked him. The sword light passed through the barrier smoothly, and his heart Yixi stepped forward again, but the sword light could pass through, but he himself couldn't.
Zhan Beiye was filled with anger, turned his sword light with a swish, and slashed at the head of Changqing Palace Master without saying hello.
The Lord of the Evergreen Palace frowned and looked at him. With a movement of his golden sleeves, a light blue light flashed faintly. His fingers had already grasped the tip of Zhan Beiye's swift-moving sword. Bumping into Lei Dong's face, he said lightly, "Brother Lei, please take good care of your disciples."
Lei Dong stretched out his hand to catch Zhan Beiye, winked at him, and said in a buzzing voice: "I said, Palace Master, don't bully him too hard, otherwise I won't see it."
"As I said, it's all voluntary, but it depends on luck." The Master of Evergreen Palace's expression remained unchanged, "If she is lucky, it is possible that she will not be injured at all."
Having said that, there is nothing wrong with the Evergreen Temple, and Lei Dong and others can't make a move. Meng Fuyao smiled, looked at Zhan Beiye, and said softly: "Your Majesty...you are fine...but...I'm sorry."
Zhan Beiye was staring at her firmly, but when he heard this sentence, he suddenly turned his head.
The moment he turned his head, a drop of water flew across a fast arc and landed on the pillars around the temple.
Men don't shed tears, just because it's not time to be sad.
Zhan Beiye thinks that he has been sad enough in his life. In those honorable but lonely days, the deep-seated longings wandering in the quiet night, those despairs gradually realized in the pursuit, knowing that the pursuit is painful but not hesitating to add to the pain Deepening heartache every moment.
He thought that he was so hard that he could withstand all the pain like fire, but at this moment, he realized that there is no limit to the pain in the world.
soaring...
Why this sentence
You never owe Zhan Kitano.
What Zhan Beiye was really afraid of was never not being able to get you.
... I am only afraid of you, not happy, not happy, not living long enough.
Meng Fuyao looked away, smiled lightly, walked up the steps briskly, and stood still in front of the golden tripod.
The hall was hazy, except for the golden eight-dragon tripod, she couldn't see anything, but there seemed to be eyes from the dark looking at her, but when she raised her eyes to search, she couldn't see anything.
She thought for a while and asked, "I want to give what I have, but how can you convince me that you will fulfill your promise and not let me sacrifice in vain?"
"This seat has kept its promises, how can there be any reason to go back on it?" The Master of the Evergreen Palace replied coldly.
"I never believed in magic sticks." Meng Fuyao replied colder than him.
The Master of the Evergreen Palace looked at her indifferently... It is better to let her die willingly than to kill her, otherwise this kind of monster will not be able to cause disasters if it is dying with resentment.
"I swear by the continuation and eternal honor of the Evergreen Temple." After a while, he raised his hand and pressed his fingers on the eyes of the flying dragon in front of the gate of the Jiuyi Hall. Fall into the chaotic hell forever."
"You should have been in hell." Meng Fuyao said calmly, turned to look at the gaping dragon's mouth, stretched his hand in, what would be taken out? Will she lose her eyes? sound? healthy? still…
She glanced at the face of the Master of Evergreen Palace, and then looked in a certain direction. If she realized something, she suddenly smiled sarcastically.
There is no need to choose.
The options are less gentle.
Slowly withdrawing the hand that was about to touch the golden eight dragons tripod, she said, "What is there to choose?"
"Huh?" The Master of the Evergreen Palace had a pale golden complexion, and the green aura rose between his brows, which flickered on and off, which looked a bit strange.
"All I can offer you is this whole body of blood." Meng Fuyao slapped the tripod flat, turned around and looked at him with a sneer, "I won't give anything else."
"How can you go back on your word!" The Lord of Evergreen raised his eyebrows, "What do I want your blood for?"
"If you don't want it, I'll have to bleed your blood!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
Suddenly, red lotuses bloom like fire in the world!
Splendor poured out of the hall like a cover!
Two loud bangs sounded at the same time, accompanied by two beams of light sweeping across the hall in an instant, the hall that had been hazy just now was instantly illuminated, and a graceful figure flashed at the same time.
One is Meng Fuyao, as soon as he reached out to tear the silk curtain, he grabbed a heavy tripod and smashed it at the Master of Changqing Hall amidst the ripping sound, the jade-white and reddish brilliance flew across the palm of his hand, reflecting her eyes with awe-inspiring eyes. Yan.
One is Di Feitian, who blasted down the Jiuyi Hall with one palm, barged in fiercely and gracefully, and dragged many people with the other hand, not letting them go or getting close, with a relaxed smile in his mouth Said: "You are smart, you didn't fall for this guy's evil."
He held a man in blue with a high crown with one hand, and the two seemed to be facing each other, but the long hair behind his head was still floating like life, pulling countless gray and black shadows, entwining a group of people in different colors. people.
Meng Fuyao didn't know these people, but Lei Dong felt a little jealous. This Emperor Feitian was so supernatural that he was almost a monster. With his own strength, he had entangled most of the elders of the Heavenly Kings in the Evergreen Temple!
The white rainbow flew across the sky, so fierce that it seemed to split the entire hall, Meng Fuyao slammed into the air with a murderous blow, but the master of the Changqing Palace only sneered, flicked his fingers, and there was a sound of clearing the sky, the thing that hit it seemed to be crushing the world The golden tripod suddenly turned into gold powder and disappeared between heaven and earth.
But there was still a piece of golden light that did not go out, and it hit Meng Fuyao's chest directly. Meng Fuyao flew upside down and dodged it, as if there was nothing there, but the golden light suddenly divided into thousands of strips, covering her like a fence. Meng Fuyao flicked her finger , the five fingers shone red like a lotus, and flicked out the golden fence, but there was still one of them, which elusively hit her left arm.
The blood shot out, flew over Zhang Xu, and landed on the jade steps, mixed with the rain of gold powder, and sandwiched between the lavender tung flowers, the color was bright.
Everyone in the hall was shocked, and even Di Feitian turned his head to look.
His eyes were a little surprised, and he was unwilling - he had slept for too long, so that he didn't enter the country, and he called all the way, and now even a secret can entangle him, so he didn't have the opportunity to have a moment with such a supernatural power, it was really a step backward.
What a pity that you can't fight a strong enemy in your life!
"King Kong give me back!" He suddenly stopped drinking.
Zhan Beiye immediately threw out King Kong who had been shrinking from his shoulder.
The colorful birds flew across the air, and everyone jumped up to grab it. The Master of the Evergreen Palace seemed to want to do it, but hesitated.
His face was green and flashing, and the changes were terrifying, but at this time it was a melee, and no one noticed.
Di Feitian stretched out his hand to recruit Vajra, and immediately two old men jumped up to snatch it. One had a green face and white hair, and was wearing a Shura mask, revealing a hideous appearance; There was a muffled sound, which made half the hall seem to be buzzing.
"King Ashura, King Mahuraka!" The blue-clothed man Garuda, who had been holding Di Feitian's palms, shouted loudly, "That's the true soul of the witch god, be sure to kill it!"
Before he finished speaking, two figures rushed out, black and white lights flashed, and one of them landed in midair. King Asura and King Mahuraka were shaken back, and Vajra had already fallen into Di Feitian's palm.
King Mahuraka's voice was as loud as thunder: "Thunder, Gu Yidi, you actually help the evildoers!"
"Did I make a move?" Lei Dong's voice was louder than his, and he would be deafened when he approached, "I suddenly feel that this place is cool, and I just want to stand here."
He stood there, with a thick figure like a door panel, just blocking the way.
"I don't like to bully the few." Gu Yidie didn't argue, but said calmly, "It doesn't matter who you are."
Di Feitian raised his eyebrows, and suddenly moved his fingers on the palm that had been touching King Jialouluo, and then smiled, "I'll give you a fresh one."
King Jialouluo felt something foreign in his palm, and quickly withdrew his hand, rejoicing how the guy who had been pestering him for a long time was willing to let him go. In a blink of an eye, he saw Di Feitian swiping his sleeve, and in the hall surrounded by enemies, Draw a piece of territory that no one can enter, and said with a smile: "I will teach you later."
Then he raised his eyes to look at Leidong and Gu Yidie, and said, "Hey, protect the law for the master."
"Why did I go around and go to help him?" Lei Dong looked up to the sky in bewilderment and thought for a while, but couldn't get an answer, so he didn't care, strode over and stopped abruptly, "I won't give you that!" Protector, the Lord is standing right here!"
Gu Yidiexiu frowned, glanced at Leidong, and said lightly: "You always learn from the good and learn from the bad."
Lei moved to look at the sky, as if he didn't hear...
King Jialou Luo frowned and looked at Di Feitian who was about to unite with King Kong, thinking about what to do in his heart. Brother Hall Master used him to hold Di Feitian back.