He had never shown such an expression when he smelled it.
The dragon twisted by the black fog was so huge that it covered the sky and the sun. The wind that they swept through carried ice and frost swords, which almost made people's skin rip. The whistling sound they brought went straight into the sky, and they were accompanied by thousands of ghosts who were so terrified that they were so piercing in their brains that they cried like someone was holding a steel nail to his forehead.
Almost everyone present was unbearable, clutching their heads and falling to their knees.
Even Zhang Lan and Zhang Yalin, who are among the best in the world, bowed down unbearably. They closed their eyes and shouted amidst the gust of wind and tearing, like a catharsis of pain. But as soon as he opened his mouth, the voice was scattered in the ghost cry.
It's obviously such an unbearable thing, but when you smell it, you can't see or hear it...
It was as if the five senses suddenly disappeared, and the whole world became a blank, and only Xie Wen was left standing in the blank.
He looked at Xie Wen, and he could only see Xie Wen...
Eyes red.
It turned out that it was never a coincidence that he read the book from the other party's house back then. It turned out that he thought that the other party knew exactly what was going on.
It turned out that every time he stood alone in the formation, listening to those cries that were piercing his heart and piercing his bones, bit by bit, when he was slashing away the burdens of dust, there was always someone at the other end of the formation, taking over for him. all.
Everything he couldn't want, couldn't say, couldn't dissolve, and couldn't disperse, was taken over by that person.
A thousand years…
He actually knew nothing.
He went round and round in the world, living and dying, for a thousand years. I have painted countless portraits of unknown appearances, and heard countless stories about "seal" and "not to be reborn", but I never thought about the other side's whereabouts.
What's up with this...
At the moment when Xie Wen was obliterated by the black mist, Wen Shi turned his head sharply: "Stop the formation!"
His voice was hoarse, a tone that Bu Ning had never heard before.
After saying that, he broke into the fog.
At the moment when he finally turned around, Bu Ning saw that he was pursing his lips tightly, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"Brother!" Xia Qiao struggled and exclaimed, subconsciously about to follow, but was quickly grabbed by Bu Ning.
"Don't be crazy!" Bu Ning rarely spoke in such a deep voice.
Before Xia Qiao could get close to the black fog, he was already feeling as uncomfortable as a thousand knives and ten thousand ants devouring his heart.
He fell to his knees on the spot by the sudden sharp pain, and then curled up.
Bu Ning himself was not much better. He also used Zhou Xu's body, he had not cultivated anything in this life, and he couldn't bear to be so close to the black mist. In just a split second, his broken spirit was almost cut out of his body, and he had to stop.
And how the two people in the black fog felt, he couldn't imagine...
As soon as he entered the black mist, he raised his hand.
When the black mist gathers on a person, it is so thick that you can't see anything when you smell it.
He closed his eyes, and all the puppet lines of his ten fingers went straight out, with the momentum of ten thousand arrows, but they became soft the moment they touched Xie Wen.
Those puppet lines are highly compatible with his spirituality, which is almost a reaction of his consciousness.
They froze for a moment, and then tightly wrapped around Xie Wen's body, like a net woven in an instant, trapping the person in it.
Wen Shi poured almost all the spirits into those puppet lines, so that when the black mist rushed towards Xie Wen, it was forcibly blocked by the finely interlaced lines.
They collided, and the line made a clanging sound.
Xie Wen's voice sounded, and it was close at hand.
His voice was low, slightly hoarse, and somewhat morbidly tired, but his tone was neat and tough: "Go out."
Not only did the puppet line not loosen, but it tangled even more tightly, stubbornly holding back the endless grievances.
He closed his eyes and pursed his lips. After a long time, he answered hoarsely, "No."
Just this one word contains a thousand years of boring emotions.
And no matter how suppressed he was, the person in front of him could always see through him at a glance, and there was nothing to hide.
Xie Wen seemed to have heard something and was silent for a while.
After a while, he felt a hand reach out when he smelled it, lightly touched his face, and then rubbed his thumb on the end of his tightly closed eyes.
He heard Xie Wen sigh lightly, took the toughness, and said in a low voice, "Don't cry."
He frowned and pursed his lips tightly.
The bones on the side of his face tightened a few times before he replied hoarsely, "I didn't cry."
When he was a little older, he never shed a single tear, not to mention that in the world for more than a thousand years, where would he cry.
"Then open your eyes." Xie Wen's thumb still stayed there, and after the voice fell, he lightly touched Wen Shi twice, like a kind of coaxing.
In the past countless days, Xie Wen often coaxed him. But maybe this time, there was less teasing smile and more hoarseness, and it was warm and calm, which was different from any previous time.
He gritted his teeth when he smelled it, his chin stretched with a thin outline.
After a long stalemate, he finally opened his eyes... the end of his eyes was red.
Because the puppet line was temporarily blocked, the black mist between them became no longer as thick as they collided back and forth, and the surrounding was no longer darkness without five fingers and no end, but the vague outline of the other party could be seen, like The darkest night.
"Why did you lie to me with the Spirit Washing Array?" Wen Shi's voice was hoarse and deep.
"Why didn't you tell me those things were not clean?"
"What I have on me is my own responsibility, and it has nothing to do with you at all. Why should I take it?!"
Many years ago, this person in front of him used to tease him like a joke, saying that there was enough snow in Songyun Mountain, why bother to come, and even found a human figure to come to the house. He also said, "If one day you can take the initiative to start a conversation and say two or three sentences in a row, each sentence is not less than five words, you will be allowed to remove the puppet's chains."
Later, what should be accurate and what should not be accurate, his words still did not change.
I didn't expect to do it for the first time, and this is what I said.
Xie Wen was silent for a moment, wondering if he also remembered the old words. Then he said slowly: "How come it doesn't matter? It does matter, after all, I raised it."
you raised...
He closed his eyes lightly when he smelled it.
The black mist collided with his puppet line again and again, and because the puppet line was deeply implicated in the spirit, it even hurt under the skin and bones.
But he couldn't feel it at all, because he was tearing something else to the person who cared about it the most...
"You know why I always use the Spirit Washing Formation."
His face was expressionless and bloodless, as if he was talking about irrelevant people and irrelevant things. But his straight shoulders and neck, pinched knuckles and red eyes all showed a hidden embarrassment.
He was tall and straight, like a cold sword, but the edge was facing himself: "You must know on the other side of the battle. Since you know everything, why don't you just drive me down the mountain?"
If he didn't exist, if he hadn't slashed the burden of his body to the person in front of him again and again...
Will the other party not come to this step of being sealed? It will not sink for a thousand years in the judgment of countless descendants that "you can't die" and "you can't live".
Is it still as bright as the moon and the moon, not stained with dust, like a cyclist passing through the mountains in the gap of time.
Just like the first meeting before the sea of bloods.
"You should drive me down the mountain, don't ask me if I live or die."
When smelling the puppet thread, his fingers were stretched until the joints turned white. He was silent for two seconds, and then said: "Or simply don't take me up the mountain at the beginning."
Xie Wen suddenly turned his head and coughed, and when he turned back, his fingers were clenched into fists and still pressed against the tip of his nose.
Those black mists are accumulating and accumulating more and more, and they are far from their original scale. They collided with Wen Shi's puppet line, and they could block once or twice, or three or four times.
But more often, there are bound to be omissions.
Those omissions were like a vast ocean tide, all of which were taken into the body by Xie Wenlian.
His face changed suddenly when he smelled it, and he hurriedly added a puppet thread, wrapping him around him constantly.
But for some unknown reason, the black fog was not blocked by the puppet line this time, but directly passed through the net intertwined with the puppet line, and continuously flocked to Xie Wen.
He had never used puppet art like this before.
He is almost the strongest puppet master in ancient and modern times, with the most stable hands. But when he released the line, his fingertips even trembled.
Several attempts were unsuccessful, and the black fog that was normal before now became like catching the moon in water, like a phantom.
"What's going on?!" Wen Shi asked.
What about Bunning
Before he came in, he clearly reminded Bu Ning and asked the other party to immediately stop this spiritual cleansing formation. Why is this formation still running, and it is getting more and more strange!
At this moment, Bu Ning's voice came in through the black fog. I don't know what method the other party used, but it was not covered by the ghost cry, and clearly fell in Wen Shi's ears.
He said: "I can't stop this array, all the stones thrown in the past are broken into powder in the middle!"
If the formation under Bu Ningbu can't even be controlled by himself, then there is only one situation.
Wen Shi suddenly raised his head and stared at Xie Wen's face in the dark, the redness in his eyes became heavier: "Are you moving here?!"
You count.
You've decided to come here, and you've decided to lead this pool of black mist to yourself.
He suddenly remembered the cobblestones and dead branches that Xie Wen had played with before entering the battle...
They all knew that this person only needed to borrow a flower and a stone to change the formation that the young Bu Ning had worked so hard to build for a few days.
But because he hadn't seen each other for too many years, he was still careless.
The moment he reacted, countless filament-like things wrapped around his body.
He bowed his head blankly, and found that it was actually his own puppet line, but under the control of another person, it wrapped him in the opposite direction.
He saw Xie Wen's fingers hooked on his puppet line, and said warmly, "I let you in because I know you will be thinking, I will always ask you a few questions, and I will always explain it to you. The matter of the seal has nothing to do with it. You have nothing to do, even if I take everything for you, I won't be able to control them. In the future... "
Speaking of this, Xie Wen suddenly paused.
This pause made Wen Shi's heart feel empty, and then he heard the other party say, "Don't say those things that make you sad in the future."
When I smelled it, I saw Xie Wen raised his hand, as if he wanted to wipe the end of his eyes again.
But it fell down halfway, only a thumb touched the corner of his lips.
"obedient."
When he heard these two words, the whole person had been pushed out of the black fog.