The towering Qitiantai was full of densely packed people, surrounded by a circle of demon cultivators in dark robes, and surrounded by all the disciples of the Tiangan Sect.
A person was tied to the pillar used to detect the attributes of spiritual roots in the center of the Qitiantai. The hanging iron chain penetrated his hands and feet. The healing speed of the bloodstain was also delayed, and it condensed into a dry dark red in the biting wind.
The Tiangan disciples who were restrained by the round table stared red-eyed at the cruel Moxiu in front of them. They tried their best to fight against Moxiu, but they were still overwhelmed and reduced to the slaughtered fish on the chopping board.
What's even more chilling is that when the surrounding cultivation sects learned that all the demon cultivators were only against the Heavenly Stem Sect, they were so scared that they didn't dare to come out to rescue them. It's a waste of their Heavenly Stem Sect to take care of them in the past, but now they are saving their own lives in the face of catastrophe .
The isolated and helpless Tiangan faction suffered heavy casualties, and their eagerly awaited new head was hanged up in public after the unsuccessful attack on Moxiu, as a warning to everyone else.
As the leader of the cultivation world, the Tiangan faction has fallen into such a state of embarrassment. Is it true that the demon cultivator is really going to set off a bloody storm and turn this world into a purgatory on earth
Everyone was so desperate that they didn't dare to think about it.
The chief seat of the Qitiantai has always been the most honorable position, but now it is occupied by Yuan Chen. He is wearing a dark red robe with brocade gold thread, and his long hair in a high beam reveals a cold and handsome face. His brows are full of undisguised impatience and cruelty.
He was the only one sitting in the entire Qitiantai, and the terrifying demonic cultivator's strong aura almost enveloped the entire Tiangan faction, as if it was going to dye this pure and pure mountain of cultivation into a sea of dirty blood.
"Hey, it's almost noon, why isn't Chengcheng here yet?"
He muttered to himself in distress, while getting up and walking down.
In the vast and extremely quiet place, the sound of his unhurried footsteps rang in everyone's heart like a life-threatening Rakshasa. The disciples of the Tiangan Sect couldn't restrain the fear in their hearts, and they all got closer together. The junior disciples who had just started were so scared that they almost cried.
The corpses of many disciples of the Tiangan Sect have already been laid out on the ground. The horror and resentment of death still remain on the stiff faces, and the clothes that have been soaked in blood for too long emit an unpleasant smell.
This was Yuan Chen's special order not to destroy it, in order to deter the remaining disciples of the Tiangan Sect.
Yuan Chen, who walked to the front of the column, stood with his hands behind his back, admiringly watched Li Zhen's miserable state, and sighed happily.
"It's fine if you don't come, I think you guys have been displeased for a long time, so let's kill them all this time."
The bloody decision without any emotion seemed to have stimulated Li Zhen, his fingers moved suddenly, and then he raised his head with difficulty, only a pair of eyes were still bright on his blood-stained face.
He stared at Yuan Chen with hatred, and roared with all his strength in grief and anger.
"Tie Niu! They are all your fellow students, how could you be so cruel!"
Yuan Chen's eyes turned cold, and there was no warmth in his smile.
"First, I'm not an iron bull, don't call me that."
"Second, they are not my fellow students, but a group of hypocrites who bully the weak and fear the hard, and they are hypocritical."
His eyes moved away from the pale Li Zhen, and fell on the figure approaching from the summit behind him, his tone suddenly became extremely gentle, as if he was whispering the sweetest words of love.
"Third, say that I am cruel, but my heart is not as cruel as Master's."
Li Zhen subconsciously followed his gaze and looked over there. When Jiang Fu and Han Yu appeared, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he shouted with all his might to tell them to run away.
Yuan Chen, who was happily walking over, raised his hand unhappily, and the iron chain wrapped around Li Zhen's body was deeply cut into his skin and bones, making him sweat in pain, and he didn't have the energy to say a word .
Jiang Fu pushed Han Yu away who was standing in front of him, looked directly at Yuan Chen and said.
"I'm here, so you can let go of the Tiangan faction."
Yuan Chen stopped not far in front of him, stood there and looked at him for a while, then smiled and said.
"Good, come here."
Jiang Fu walked towards him without saying a word, and meekly opened his arms to hug him.
Yuan Chen hugged the lost and regained warmth in his arms, took a deep breath of the familiar clear breath, the coolness on his face gradually melted into a gentle gentleness.
He pressed Jiang Fu's back neck and kissed him, absorbed the sweet body fluid wholeheartedly, without any scruple for everyone present.
Jiang Fu clutched the skirt of his clothes tightly, as if he was trying his best to restrain the movement of struggling, and the tight dark blue blood vessels were particularly conspicuous on the white and greasy skin.
Yuan Chen slowly opened his eyes, looking down at his slightly frowned brows and his forbearance of embarrassment, the hand clasping the back of his neck suddenly increased his strength, and rubbed his beloved into his arms.
The sudden intimacy was almost suffocating. Jiang Fu was out of breath after being kissed, and Han Yu's angry shout was heard in his ears. Then Yuan Chen hugged his waist, and the two fell lightly to the Qitiantai of heights.
Yuan Chen held Jiang Fu in his arms, tilted his head and smiled, his voice was casual and cold.
"Han Li, kill everyone in the Tiangan Sect. In a quarter of an hour, I want you to meet me with Han Yu's head."
As soon as the words fell, the faces of everyone present changed drastically, and the atmosphere suddenly became stagnant and tense, ready to explode.
Jiang Fu also raised his head abruptly to stare at him, grabbed his arm and said.
"I'm back, you can't kill them."
"don't want."
Yuan Chen tangles Jiang Fu's long hair around his fingers and plays with it. His stern face reveals a vicious look. He is like a self-willed child who is at odds, and he said unhappily.
"They lived with you so long, I hate them."
It seemed that they could see Jiang Fu's stunned horror. He seemed to be talking about some fun secrets, and the whispers that could only be heard by each other were full of indifference.
"And this is just a person I made up, it's not real, you care what they do."
Jiang Fu, who was close at hand, looked at him motionless, his glazed eyes filled with the beautiful colors reflected by the sunlight, as if hiding the brightest spring/light.
But his expression became paler and paler, like a faded flower turning pale white.
Really reckless, arrogant and arrogant man-made.
He suddenly smiled, and all the youth in the world in an instant was not as thrilling as his smile.
Yuan Chen's breath was suffocated, he stared at him like a bewilderment, and couldn't help but hug him even tighter.
The anxiety just now disappeared, Jiang Fu calmed down, and even had the chance to win, he leaned over and kissed his lips, and then rubbed against his neck like a coquettish kitten, speaking softly.
"Since they are just hypothetical people, then don't worry about them. I don't like such a bloody place. It smells bad."
The dimples on his cheeks were obvious, deep and soft, Yuan Chen lowered his head almost obsessively to lick that touching dimple, and after a long while, he reluctantly let go.
He hugged Jiang Fu and landed on the high seat on the Qitiantai. The carved black chair seemed a bit narrow to accommodate two adult men. The huge screen leading from the Qitiantai to the main hall of the inner gate was dragged across the front, blocking the sight of everyone in the audience.
The breath falling from the ears was scorching hot.
"Chengcheng, whenever you make me happy, I will let them go."
The cultivator and Moxiu were both red-eyed during the fight. The disciples of the Tiangan Sect were filled with grief and anger to avenge the death of their fellow disciples, trying their best to deal with this dirty existence for the peace of the world, and Moxiu obeyed unconditionally. Yuan Chen's order was due to their natural desire for blood that made them even more excited.
Han Yu rescued Li Zhen from the pillar first, and fed him a few elixir, and waited for him to recover before joining the battle.
He could see the huge screen towering high above, and even heard a few words of Jiang Fu's commitment and humiliation, all he wanted was to kill him and save him.
But as soon as he reached the center, he was blocked by Han Li.
The two clenched the swords in their hands tightly, and looked into the depths of each other's eyes without saying a word.
After a long while, Han Yucai said in a hoarse whisper.
"You're thinner than you were four days ago."
In an instant, Han Li was almost unable to stand still. The heat welling up in his eyes blurred his vision, and his heart seemed to have a big hole.
He really wanted to rush over to hug Han Yu, cry to him as wronged as before, and wait for him to coax him helplessly and dotingly.
But there were ups and downs in his mind for a long time, he just lowered his eyes, forcibly suppressed the pain in his chest, and said without emotion.
"You can't disturb the leader, or I will kill you."
Han Yu didn't speak, but Han Li heard the sound of footsteps approaching in front of him, and then the gentle voice that was thinking about him stopped very close.
"If you want to kill me, then kill me."
The pampering from beginning to end suddenly stimulated Han Li. He pulled out the Star Sword from his waist and pointed it at Han Yu's chest, his cold tone revealing his fragility and helplessness.
"Do you think I really dare not!"
Han Yu stretched out his hand to hold the sharp sword, bright red blood flowed from the cut palm, soaked the cold sharp sword along the finger joints, and then fell to the ground drip-tock.
Red burning eyes.
Han Yu continued to approach him indifferently, and the blade sank into his chest inch by inch.
However, he didn't seem to feel any pain at all, he just stared intently at the flustered Han Li, his gentle gaze was full of deep love.
"Xiao Li, every time you dare not do something, I will help you do it, and it will be the same this time."
It wasn't until Han Yu's mouth began to drip thick blood that Han Li suddenly woke up and screamed. He released the Star Sword tremblingly, staggered back in a daze, but sat on the ground with weak legs.
He stared blankly at Han Yu who was coughing up blood, not realizing that he was already crying.
"Brother... brother..."
He suddenly rushed towards Han Yu, and buried himself in his blood-soaked chest, weeping bitterly, as if he had returned to the warm days when he could only seek the only comfort in his brother's arms when he was wronged.
They depend on each other, life and death are inseparable.
The fight stopped without warning, and all the demon cultivators stopped immediately after receiving Yuan Chen's order, and retreated respectfully to the side, while the disciples of the Tiangan faction who were holding on to the ground were vigilant. Staring at them, still not daring to relax.
Although Li Zhen, who was gradually waking up, was rescued, he was seriously injured before, and now he is also in a mess and exhausted.
He looked at Yuan Chen who came out from behind the screen with a sullen face, gritted his teeth and walked towards him step by step, the killing intent on his body was undisguised.
He opened his mouth word by word.
"Give me back Master."
Yuan Chen's expression suddenly became gloomy and cold. He looked down at Li Zhen, who was in a strong crossbow, and asked with a half-smile.
"What did you say?"
Li Zhen's voice without hesitation was firmer than before.
"Give me back Master."
Yuan Chen stared at him more and more coldly, the overwhelming coercion was like bursting wind and rain, everyone present couldn't breathe, and some people with low cultivation directly knelt on the ground with pale faces and passed out.
A fishy sweetness welled up in Li Zhen's throat, and he swallowed it forcefully, and continued to walk forward inch by inch under great pressure.
When he finally reached the high level, Yuan Chen seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and suddenly bent his knuckles.
In an instant, Li Zhen was hit by a terrifying force, his internal organs seemed to be broken into pieces of meat, his eyes turned black, he couldn't breathe, he almost thought he was going to die like this.
Just when Yuan Chen was about to lift his feet and go down the steps to treat him, suddenly a white and slender hand stretched out from behind the screen, and tremblingly pinched the corner of his clothes.
The crying voice wrapped in sobs seemed to be severely crushed, exuding a timid and powerless beauty, weak and touching.
"You promised me not to hurt anyone."
Yuan Chen's movements stopped, he lowered his head and held the hand, rubbed it for a while with a gloomy expression, and then reluctantly let out a snort.
"All right."
In the next second, all the demon cultivators present suddenly blew themselves up and died, and when the stunned disciples of the Tiangan faction came to their senses, they realized that the uncertain demon cultivator and their Master Chengshui had disappeared without a trace. trace.
Han Li, the only one left, was held tightly in Han Yu's arms.
The massive crisis in the comprehension world came to an end in this way, and the surviving disciples of the Tiangan Sect naturally did not dare to reveal the slightest bit about Jiang Fu and Yuan Chen.
Their unified statement to the outside world is that Master Chengshui and the leader of Moxiu died together, but in fact they all know that Master Chengshui was taken away by the leader of Moxiu for the safety of the Tiangan faction. They are always moved, so Jiang Fu's spirit tablet is still enshrined in the main hall of the Tiangan Sect.
After the First World War, Li Zhen was deeply aware of the gap between himself and Yuan Chen, and practiced harder and harder, almost to the point of being insane.
He hated his own incompetence, if he could beat Yuan Chen at that time, then he would not have watched Jiang Fu being taken away by Yuan Chen, but he was powerless.
But no matter how high he cultivated to later, how lofty a position he carried forward to the Tiangan School, and how many times he sent people to search for the human world, he never saw Jiang Fu again.
It was like a hasty dream that evaporated without a trace under the sunlight.
As for Han Yu and Han Li who survived, they left the Tiangan Sect. Now they are cultivators and demon cultivators. If they want to stay together, they can't stay in any sect of cultivation, so they simply started wandering The casual cultivators of the world.
Such a reckless and happy life is very satisfactory, without the rules and regulations, and the lack of innocence, all they have is each other.
Later, once they swam to a village market in a distant place, they happened to see two familiar figures from the bustling crowd. The moment the other side turned their heads and whispered, they saw each other's face clearly.
One is tall and the other is beautiful, with a smile so affectionate that no one else can get in.
After looking at each other, Han Yu squeezed Han Li's palm and said with a smile.
"Let's go."
Han Li nodded, looked at them reluctantly, and left with Han Yu in the opposite direction. The two quickly disappeared into the vast crowd like a stream.
From then on, one is different from the other, and everyone is happy.