Chu nightning was the first to walk out of the tunnel. Unlike the narrowness in the tunnel, he stepped out of the last stone steps, and he was greeted by a huge open and high platform. The pure land above Jiuxiao.
At this time, a bright moon was in the sky, and the high platform was all alone, with no grass growing. When I looked up, I saw a gust of wind and cloud shadows, and at the very center of the high platform, there was a person sitting.
Xu Shuanglin.
The people behind came out one after another, but they all fell into a stunned moment when they saw Xu Shuanglin. Xue Zhengyi was even more shocked: "Why... this is... what is going on?"
Someone else gasped and whispered, "Oh my God, how could this be?"
"Is he dead or alive?"
The ink burned towards him, and the closer he got, the more chilling the scene in front of him became. The right half of his body has been completely rotten, and he can't see the human form at all. Pus, blood and black water are constantly pouring out of his body, and the stench is overwhelming. On the front, back, left and right of him, there were five extremely fierce gods.
The ink-burning fingertips couldn't help but curl up - he saw no return.
Unreturned deeply pierced the ground, and the pale green glow climbed all the way from the ground, and finally converged with the light of the other four weapons into a stream, pouring into Xu Shuanglin's heart, illuminating Xu Shuanglin's emaciated face into the shadows. Sunny and uncertain, light and dark flickering.
And behind Xu Shuanglin, there was a dark cloud of smoke circling and twisting, which seemed to be some kind of enchantment that was about to form.
Others followed one after another.
Huang Xiaoyue murmured in disbelief: "This is... Is this the martial arts technique?"
Xue Meng didn't know what martial arts was, and just wanted to ask his father, but when he turned his head, he saw that Xue Zhengyi's face was pale. Obviously, he didn't believe that someone would use this technique at all.
"What exactly is this?"
It is obvious that Xue Meng is not the only one who does not know the martial arts, and there are other juniors who are asking softly.
Chu nightning stared at Xu Shuanglin's face and said: "The art of martial arts is to dedicate one's soul to the blood-stained Shenwu, make a contract with Shenwu, and swear that after death, his soul will be used by Shenwu's weapon spirit. Shred and devour, and become a sacrifice to temper the divine martial arts."
"Live sacrifice weapons?" Xue Meng was stunned, "Why do you do this?"
"Because his spiritual power is not enough." Chu nightning said, "This is a method that can quickly and greatly increase his strength. He dedicated his soul to Shenwu, and Shenwu lent his strength to him."
As he was talking, he suddenly heard a faint sigh.
Almost everyone could not help but take a step back, Xue Meng Longcheng unsheathed, staring closely at Xu Shuanglin's face.
Xu Shuanglin slowly opened his eyes, and in the moonlight, he raised his face, half of it was normal, but half of it was a stinky mess.
"Master Chu... gentlemen, you still found it."
With one hand on the ground, he stood staggeringly, and his eyes swept across faces that were either vigilant, disgusting, or fearful.
He didn't care, the normal eye was rolling, and there was even a malicious teasing and evil spirit in it. But he swept around and swept around again, but did not find the existence of that person, and the malicious smile on his face froze and disappeared.
Xu Shuang and Lin Ruan shouted in a low voice, "Where's Ye Wangxi?!"
Xue Meng said angrily: "You deserve to mention her name?"
"What did you do to her?!"
Xue Meng was even more angry: "Can you manage it? You are a heartless, bloodless person, what face do you have to worry about Ye Wangxi?"
"Missing?" The word seemed to irritate Xu Shuanglin, he was stunned for a moment, then narrowed his eyes, and seemed to calm down slowly, "No, how can I be worried? It's ridiculous..."
Jiang Xi Senran said: "What do you do with so much nonsense with him? Kill him!"
Speaking of raising his right hand, the Snow Phoenix sword appeared in the palm of his hand, and was about to slash towards Xu Shuanglin. Unexpectedly, a black shadow was as fast as lightning, cutting off his offensive.
Jiang Xi raised her eyebrows, gritted her teeth and said, "Why is Master Mo blocking me?"
"I have something to ask him!" The ink burned and turned around, his eyes flashed with complex light, he pursed his lips, and seemed to want to say a few more words, but in the end, only four were spit out. "Where's your mate?"
Xu Shuanglin slowly - he is actually like this, he can still slowly - rubbed his toes.
So Mo Ran noticed that he didn't wear shoes today.
"It's all said to be my accomplice." Xu Shuanglin showed his white teeth and laughed, the smile on the side of his face still looked very bright, with a hint of sarcasm, "Then you should know that I will never say it. Xu, you still understand the loyalty of the rivers and lakes, all heroes and gentlemen, don’t spend too much time on this.”
He deliberately glanced at the ghost in Mo Ran's hand, and said: "There is no need to use other interrogation methods. It's a big deal, and I will cut off my tongue - I always have a way not to tell the truth."
Xue Meng looked very stunned: "You, a person like you, you are so embarrassed to say anything about the righteousness of the rivers and lakes..."
"It's strange, why can't I speak of loyalty?" Xu Shuanglin said, "Friends help each other, brothers are respectful, teachers are kind and disciples are filial, the good enjoy peace, and the evil are punished, this is what the world should be like. Do you think that only you people can understand this truth?"
Xue Meng was stunned by his thick skin like a city wall, and pointed at him: "Brother, brother and brother respect? Teacher's kindness and filial piety?... You?"
Xu Shuanglin said slowly: "Yeah, how?"
"Do you still want face? You are the one who killed brothers and sisters, and you are the one who instigated Nangong Liu to eat Luo Fenghua's spiritual core. You have done all the bad things, and you actually... You can still say so confidently—this Is that what the world should be like?"
In the face of a series of questions from Xue Meng, Xu Shuanglin grinned and did not deny it, but suddenly said: "Little brother this year, Guigeng?"
"What are you asking this for?"
"It's fine if you don't tell me." Xu Shuanglin looked him up and down and said, "I think you're in your twenties. People in their twenties are always full of blood, pure eyes, and arrogant. Between heaven and earth, I feel that there is nothing in the world that I cannot do."
He paused, then smiled and said, "It's a really good age."
The brilliance of the gods on the ground is flowing continuously, continuing to give him powerful spiritual power. He uses this spiritual power to maintain his manipulation of thousands of precious pieces and resist the backlash of the pieces, but Rao is like this, The skin on his body was still festering bit by bit at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Xu Shuanglin didn't care, he didn't seem to see his body being swallowed by evil spirits, he paced back and forth in front of the coiled barrier behind him: "Twenty years old... You know what I was doing when I was about your age. ?"
"What else can you do?" Xue Meng said indignantly, "Who doesn't know what you did? You took away the ring of the headmaster and replaced your brother as the head of the Confucianism sect. In just two months, You even killed two venerable lords of the higher world, and later someone came to you to ask for an explanation, and you gouged out their eyes—you pervert, unrighteous, unkind, closed your ears, you are all Excuse me! If I was like you and did these things when I was twenty, I'd rather die when I was twelve!"
Seeing him excited, Xue Zhengyi was afraid that he would attract Xu Shuanglin's attention, and he couldn't eat and walked around, and said in a low voice: "Meng'er, don't say a few words."
"Don't." Little did Xu Shuanglin hear these words, he waved his hand with a smile, "Go on, why don't you say a few words?"
Xue Meng saw that he was still smiling, and the look on his face was like watching a parrot flapping his wings and singing on the shelf. !"
"What's so shameless, what you said is nothing at all." Xu Shuanglin said, "You said that I took away the ring of the headmaster - since ancient times, the capable are in the place. My brother's trash, can't do anything, Relying on a slippery tongue that is not rotten three inches, he can actually get along with the wind and water. Those who have not actually competed with him think he is one of the best figures, and call us two sons of Confucianism and Spiritual Power. The law is not equal - don't you think it's ridiculous?"
"Me, with him?" Xu Shuanglin patted his forehead and sneered, "Don't be funny, since I was a child, I could use one hand to defeat him with all four legs. Want me to keep pace with him? When I was doing penance all day long, he only He knows how to act like a spoiled child in his mother's arms, peeling oranges and eating! I practiced three-nine in winter and three-fu in summer. He was not studying in the spring, but just sleeping in the heat of summer! Later, I wanted to be worthy of the name at the Lingshan Conference, but he was behind the scenes. Begging for a sitting and enjoying the success! What happened later? You gave the person who practiced hard the name of plagiarism, but gave him a good reputation as the number one hero in the world, is this fair?"
Xue Meng hesitated, but still insisted: "Then you won't be able to do this..."
"Nonsense! It's easy to stand up and talk without backache, and it's easy to accuse others of righteousness and righteousness. When it's your turn, you will all become another face. Can you bear such a thing as the Lingshan Conference?!"
Xue Meng was caught off guard by his anti-general army, but he was stunned.
For him, can he bear it
"Hundreds of people at the venue pointed at you, saying that you have no shame, that the ranking and applause are all his, and that you are left with only the injustices that will never be washed away in your life. Falling apart - is this fair?"
"I… "
Seeing that Xue Meng was speechless, Xu Shuanglin sneered: "Let's talk about the matter of killing the two heads. The two of them, one knocking on the wooden fish all day long, Nanwu Amitabha's recitation is better than anyone else, and the other is majestic. Di, the reputation of upright gentlemen is known all over the world, but for their own selfish interests, they pushed me down the abyss with expressionless faces. May I ask you gentlemen, why should I spare his life?"
When the two sects present heard him say this to the predecessor, their faces turned blue and purple. They wanted to argue, but they couldn't make any rhythmic sentences. In the end, Master Xuanjing of Wubei Temple sighed softly. With one breath, he closed his eyes and said, "When is the time for retribution..."
"Yeah, it's been said, and I can't wait to understand the grievances, but why is it me?" Xu Shuanglin said angrily, but he still had a smile on his face. There was even some mockery, "I slapped you, and then said when it's time to repay the grievances, and I won't let you slap you back. Would you like to, bald donkey?"
Someone said angrily: "Nangong Xu, keep your mouth clean! How can you talk to senior like this!"
"I'm your senior too." Xu Shuanglin smiled, "Little darling, let me clean your mouth too."
"… "
Huang Xiaoyue twisted her beard and said, "Nangong Xu..."
Before the words were finished, the other party made a stop gesture, holding the corners of his mouth that was half healthy and half rotten: "Negotiate, can you call me Xu Shuanglin? I don't like the name Nangong Xu."
Huang Xiaoyue flicked his sleeve: "Even if your Excellency wants to seek justice and kill those two chiefs, it should have been paid off long ago. What's the point of digging out so many people's eyes later?"
Xu Shuanglin said happily: "I used to reason with you. But no one listened to me."
He paused for a while, then laughed: "Later, I became a lunatic, but you guys have to pull the lunatic to talk about black and white, you honest gentlemen... It's interesting." He slapped his hands, " It was so much fun.”
Standing aside, the ink burned without speaking, and suddenly asked: "So, you ask for fairness yourself, right?"
"..." Xu Shuanglin's eyes moved up inch by inch and moved to the face of the ink burning.
The two of them stared at each other on the cold stone platform.
In the burning eyes, Xu Shuanglin's shadow gradually blurred, and what he saw did not seem to be the man whose limbs were rotten and lingering in front of him.
Through Xu Shuanglin, he saw another shadow, wearing a beaded crown and a black and gold robe.
"On the way we came, we met Nangong Liu. He called you Your Majesty, and you sealed yourself a god." Mo Ran said, "You have become the emperor in this heavenly palace, holding the power of judgment. What do you say is right? , what is right, what you say is wrong, what is wrong is outrageously wrong, and it is up to you to live and kill, is this your fairness?"
Xu Shuanglin was silent for a moment, then sneered.
So the ink burned to see that Step Xianjun was sneering, and the pale and handsome face was covered with ridicule.
"So what? You've seen it too. I used to believe that I was a gentleman, and I believed in the so-called fairness in the world, but what was the result?"
He paused, paced back and forth in front of the Shenwu formation, his eyes flickering with fierce light: "It's you who treat cowards as heroes and trample heroes underfoot. The altar. It's you who see flattery as friendly, and arrogance as arrogance - you have done all the evil and trampled me into the mire!! Then tell me, no matter how much I suffer, even if the brothers are planted , even if I was completely humiliated—that’s my own business, and I shouldn’t vent my grievances on innocent people—ha, it’s a joke!”
The ink burned to see that the sneer of Step Xianjun became more and more exaggerated, and gradually turned into a smirk.
"It's not you that the thousand husbands are referring to, and it's not you who bear the unwarranted charges. Of course you can say all the beautiful things in the world! And I, I'm just seeking the world in my own way."
"... The world has a way?" Mo Ran stood opposite the emperor stepping on the fairy, and he asked, "How many people have you killed for your own world? You are self-proclaimed emperor, and your feet are full of bones and blood, don't you? Haven't there been a single star of repentance?"
"There is nothing to repent. I killed them, but I will give them a chance to be reborn, and they will all become pawns under my command. From then on, everything I do is controlled by me. , this is human justice."
The ink burned for a while and said: "It seems that you really regard yourself as a ruler to measure the world."
"I am this ruler."
Xu Shuanglin stood in the wind.
He is Nangong Xu in everyone's eyes.
It is the stepping fairy in the eyes of ink burning.
He said: "Look at the front hall, don't you think it's beautiful? The good people live and work in peace and contentment, while the ugly people are burned by fire and fried in a cauldron. Anyone who has stabbed others with a knife will be killed and made up for it. , is it wrong to calculate the accounts clearly and pay the debts with blood?"
Ink burning: "You can really look up to yourself."
Then he heard Ta Xianjun answer: "Why do I look down on myself? In my opinion, this is the best karma."
No one spoke for a while.
Most of the people were shocked by Xu Shuanglin's crazy remarks.
Before they came, many people thought that Xu Shuanglin did all this probably for power, for personal vendetta, and so on.
None of them thought that Xu Shuanglin felt that everything he was doing was right, for fairness and justice.
But in this world, who can be the fairest ruler? Even the descendant of the gods, Tianyin Pavilion, may not be able to do it.
The ink burned in the same place. After a while, his heart finally regained some peace. He looked at the Xianjun who stood against him.
Mian disappeared, and his handsome face sank and turned black.
He blinked, and the person in front of him was Xu Shuanglin, not Emperor Stepping Immortal. Just because Xu Shuanglin was too similar to what he did in his previous life, he actually gave birth to the illusion that he was talking to him far away across time and space.
"Okay, then can I understand that the chess pieces in the hall, even if your spiritual power supply is insufficient, you must let them retain their minds before they were alive. You built your own kingdom in this heavenly palace, and from now on you are a god or a Buddha, It is His Majesty the Emperor, you divide the world into two, the good returns to the good way, and the evil returns to the evil way, this is the fairness you want."
He said this.
At the same time, in his mind, like a gust of snow, many fragments of memories related to Xu Shuanglin quickly passed by.
- In the previous life, in order to save Ye Wangxi, Xu Shuanglin died under the sword in one thought.
Standing in the Sansheng Courtyard, barefoot, smiling and teasing Xu Shuanglin with the parrot.
Beside Jin Chengchi, Xu Shuanglin asked his brother for a piece of orange as a reward.
The orange tree in Jiaoshan, the mind returned to the pure Nangong Liu when he was young, Luo Fenghua who was snatched back from the Infernal Hell... One after another, they were strung together, and the mountains rushed into his thoughts like a tsunami.
The ink burned up his dark eyes, and there was neither ridicule nor contempt in those eyes, but just looked at him quietly: "Am I right, Nangong Xu?"
"Call me Xu Shuang..."
"No, you are called Nangong Xu." Mo Ran stepped forward, and he looked at the man whose muscles and bones were festering. He knew that no one present knew better than himself what Nangong Xu was thinking at this moment. The person who is forced to the dead end is the same as the Xianjun Tread in the previous life and Xu Shuanglin in this life.
He was like watching the fire, and he stared at Xu Shuanglin's face with the slightest changes and never misplaced it.
He stopped and suddenly lowered his eyes.
"The sky is so cold, and the ground is so cold." Mo Ran whispered, "Nangong Xu, why don't you wear shoes?"
The smile on Xu Shuanglin's face froze for a moment, but he quickly froze his flickering eyes again: "If I don't wear it, I will—"
"Do you really like Ye Wangxi asking you this?"
"… "
"That day I went to Sansheng other courtyard, the first time I saw you, you didn't wear shoes." Mo Ran said, "She later told you to let you wear it, the satisfaction on your face, I'm afraid you don't have it yourself. be aware."
The ink burned and stared at Xu Shuanglin's face.
That was the answer he was speculating in his heart when he was on Feihua Island, watching the raging fire in Linyi on the other side and the thick smoke billowing.
"Nangong Xu, you've always hoped that someone would notice your bare feet, and that someone would tell you—"
A trace of fear suddenly flashed across Xu Shuanglin's face, who had been smiling all the time. He took a step back, the bridge of his nose wrinkled, and his face was hideous: "Shut up."
Mo Ran naturally won't shut up. He looked at Xu Shuanglin. What was originally just speculation turned into reality in Xu Shuanglin's sudden and intense reaction.
Mo Ran looked at him, and he felt that what he saw was not Xu Shuanglin, but the self who had nowhere to escape in the darkness of the previous life.
"Put your shoes on, it's cold on the ground."
Suddenly, like a cheetah leaping, the light and shadow are full of magic and martial arts. Xu Shuanglin suddenly rushed up and grabbed the ink-burning clothes. The normal human hand and the smelly ghost claw held him at the same time. Xu Shuanglin's eyes were full of bloodshots, and he gritted his teeth. Said: "Shut up for me! Shut up for me!"
"Okay, before I shut up, one more word."
"Don't say it!" Xu Shuanglin was almost in despair. He was like a dragon whose scales had been removed, bleeding profusely, "Don't say it..."
"Ye forgets the past, really looks like Luo Fenghua."
This sound was an understatement, but in an instant all of Xu Shuanglin's strength was taken away.
He was dumbfounded, standing blankly on the ground.
Some people around who had seen Luo Fenghua and Ye Wangxi were stunned. They recalled in their minds that these two completely different people had no kinship, and even in the rolling red dust, one was dead, the other was dead. Only one was born... But at this point, they suddenly realized - ah, it really is.
Ye Wangxi's every move, every move, every move, even his temperament, voice and expression, are exactly the same as Luo Fenghua, Xu Shuanglin's mentor.
Xu Shuanglin suddenly withdrew the hands that were holding the ink burning, his fingers twisted, he buried his face in the palm of his hand, and his shoulders trembled slightly.
Xue Meng murmured: "He... is he crying?"
cry
Will not.
Xu Shuanglin buried his head in his palms, and after a long time, the shaking of his shoulders became more and more obvious, and a twisted and creepy chuckle leaked from his fingers: "Ha..." The smile spread like ripples, and he suddenly put down his hands and laughed frantically. , "Hahahaha, like? It's nonsense! Master Mo, have you seen Luo Fenghua? You saw his corpse just once when the Infernal Hell opened, and just based on that one glance, you say they look like them? You are a little too confident."
"Since you mentioned the endless hell yourself, you mentioned Luo Fenghua's corpse." Mo Ran said, "Then let me ask, where is he?"
Xu Shuanglin's eyes were fierce, and his smile tightened: "Where is he?"
"In your realm, the punishment of good and evil, or Shen or Rong, are all under your control. But you didn't even want to kill Nangong Liu in the end, and you also solved his Lingchiguo curse - I don't know this. Why, but since he is here, there is no reason for Luo Fenghua to be abandoned by you. You are not strong enough to give your soul to Shenwu, but Jinchengchi Taohuayuan has played against you several times, and I know that your strength will not decline to this point."
Xu Shuanglin: "..."
"The reason why I can't hold it anymore is that apart from the excessive use of Zhenlong's chess game, there is another reason, and that is also the second forbidden technique you have been practicing hard all these years."
The ink burned for a while, and the knife finally fell: "Has your rebirth technique finally rescued Luo Fenghua from the eighteenth purgatory?"
Before he finished speaking, Xu Shuanglin's face was as pale as plaster, and he was about to say something when suddenly, a cloud of white smoke rose from the dark formation that had been circulating behind him.
Xue Zhengyi was on the battlefield and reacted the fastest: "No, there is something behind the array!"
The author has something to say: Fat friends, Wo is still on a business trip, like a laborer at sea, but Wo is reading comments every day~ I found that everyone has a misunderstanding... I said before, look carefully, the characters in the supporting role column will not Die, (emphasis), except for the boss group (emphasis added), that is, as long as it is a boss, there is no chance of living in the supporting role column, cover your face and cover your face