The execution ground is solemn. The ink-burning spiritual core fragments were continuously pulled out and dug up.
Piece after piece.
He endured and endured fiercely. It was one thing to pay for his sins, and it was another thing to show weakness. He didn't want to call out pain in front of Mu Yanli, he was like a rock.
The pain is too deep, and the sea of suffering rises and falls.
Suddenly, I heard a voice that exploded in my skull like a spring thunder.
"Ink burns!"
Impossible, how is it possible
How could it be him…
It must be because he is in too much pain, hallucinations, and confusion.
"Ink burning!!"
There was a commotion around, it seemed that someone was exclaiming, shouting, the sky was gusting, and Mu Yanli's hand stopped.
The ink burned and trembled, trying his best to look up—
He saw his god Yulong Benci swooping down from the sky.
When he saw his god in white robes fluttering out, he felt like an immortal.
As it got closer, the face next to the sturdy dragon horn became clear, and the burning heart suddenly throbbed, which hurt him more than a knife stabbed him.
He saw that his god was crying, Chu nightning... was crying.
"Master... Respect... "
The wound in the chest cavity was bleeding like a stream, and the ink burned and struggled, and the ring buckled.
Chu nightning jumped off the giant dragon, and at the moment before falling to the enchantment of the punishment platform, the paper candle dragon turned into a dazzling golden light and returned to the spell.
"Yuheng!"
"Master!"
"Elder Yuheng!"
Everyone in the stands at the top of the dead and life stood up, and the other sects were also startled. Even the commoners were shocked: "Is this the rumored Big Dipper Immortal Venerable?"
"It's the master of ink burning!"
"Didn't they say cut in two?"
Chu nightning's eyes were originally red, and when he saw the blood and spiritual core fragments in the silver plate, he collapsed.
His throat was hoarse and he wanted to speak, but before he could speak, he choked up.
"You... can't do this to him..."
There was an uproar.
"What is he saying?"
"Is he crazy? Mo Ran is a mad murderer!"
Every word is like a sharp knife in the heart of Chu Wanning, and every accusation is like an awl into Chu Wanning's chest.
Excruciating pain.
Chu nightning looked at the man in the Tianyin Pavilion enchantment, the black eye moistened, silently staring at his man, the man who was opened up and his spiritual core was damaged.
The man who didn't even know that he was wronged when he was pointed by thousands of people.
So stupid.
Chu nightning's lips moved and trembled.
His hand was attached to the transparent barrier of Tianyin Pavilion, and he choked: "The judgment is wrong... The judgment is wrong..."
Don't stab him with a dagger, stab me.
pin me...
Du Dao is ruthless when stepping on Xianjun, and Mo Weiyu is stubborn.
In the previous life, everyone was criticized and criticized, and they didn't expect him to die. In this life, I feel uneasy day and night, and I can't escape the inner condemnation.
But who knows the truth
Mu Yanli seemed to be in a hurry. After the initial shock, he immediately raised the sharp knife again, with blood dripping from the tip of the knife.
The ink burned and muttered: "Don't look."
With a puff, the dagger entered the atrium again, blood gushing out.
Chu nightning's pupils suddenly closed, and after a while, it burst like a hoarse voice: "Don't!!!"
The golden light is instant, and the wind is surging.
Tian Wen came out at the call, and the whip fell, and the dozens of high-level disciples who were maintaining the barrier in Tianyin Pavilion couldn't bear the blow. In the middle of a dazzling sight, Chu nightning held his own sparks of magic and swept straight towards the center of the punishment platform.
"Someone is going to take prisoners!"
"Chu nightning wants to rob prisoners!!"
Mu Yanli immediately put the spiritual core fragments in the hard disk into the Qiankun sac, turned his head and ordered sharply: "Stop him!"
"Yes! Pavilion Master!"
The golden wave of Tianyin Pavilion swarmed up and collided violently with Chu nightning's spiritual flow. The monks in the stands were stunned. They had never seen Chu nightning like this-
Crazy, pathetic.
No more sanity.
Seeing that Chu nightning is getting closer, Mu Yanli cursed in a low voice, frost flashed in his eyes, and finally cut out a broken spiritual nucleus, which was collected into the Qiankun bag, and then the clothes were hunted, and he turned around and confronted Chu nightning.
"Master Chu, do you really save him? You have figured it out clearly. If you take this step, you will be infatuated from now on, and you and him will both carry it!"
The sword light illuminated Mu Yanli's almond eyes, and she glared at him.
Tian Wen strangled Mu Yanli's sword, and all of a sudden the streamer splashed around.
Chu nightning is biting every word: "Then, let me accompany him!"
The official history is neat and tidy, and the heroes are drawn.
But I just want to be with you, whether it's in the tyrant's biography, or rotten on the evil list, it's all good.
I don't want future generations to regard me as a god and refer to you as a ghost when they mention us. I don't want later generations to write about you and me when I write this passage, and the master and the apprentice become enemies.
If I can't apologise for you, Zhaoxue.
Ink burning, ink light rain, stepping on Xianjun.
I am willing to be reviled by the world with you.
Hell is too cold.
The ink burns, I will sacrifice you.
As the clouds gather, the dazzling light and shadow are already dazzling.
On and off the stage, they were even more confused. In the chaos, only the sound of "Zheng!Zheng!" was heard, and Tian Wen suddenly broke the chains that bound the ink.
The ink burned to the ground and fell into the warm arms of Chu Wanning.
His blood instantly stained his white clothes.
There were no tears from the very beginning, and the ink burnt, which was cut open to the chest and never choked, finally collapsed at this moment, and his hands trembled and lifted and fell again.
He wants to hug Chu Wanning so much, and he wants to push Chu Wanning away so much. He eagerly expects to be inseparable from Chu Wanning, Biluo Huangquan, and deeply desires that everything in Chu Wanning is good and always clean. It has nothing to do with your own filth.
So he didn't know whether to hold or separate.
A pair of hands trembled for so long, and finally he carefully held the back of Chu nightning.
The ink burned and cried.
He said: "Master... why don't you blame me... why do you still save me... "
Chu nightning only felt distressed, he hugged the people in his arms tightly, and no longer cared about the eyes around him, everyone watched, a thousand words, but he didn't know what to say first.
"I'm so dirty... I'll make you dirty..." The ink burned in a low voice, the words were full of blood, the more he cried, the more sad he became, this man who never showed weakness in front of others, in the arms of Chu Wanning But there is no armor, "But I'm also afraid that you don't want me... If you don't want me, I really don't know where to go... "
The broken is obviously the core of the burning ink, and the stab is the burning heart.
But at this time, Chu nightning felt that his heart was also convulsing, was torn apart by Ling Chi, and the blood was blurred.
It turned out that the muscles and bones were closely connected.
A large number of monks from the surrounding Tianyin Pavilion surrounded them, wrapping them heavily, pressing them step by step.
Chu nightning white clothes stained with blood, holding Tianwen in one hand and ink burning in the other.
There are many black and white right and wrong in the world, but it is not easy to tell the truth.
Too much righteousness.
There are also many ulterior motives.
Therefore, Qu Zi Huai Sha, Miluo water weeps. Wu Mu felt wronged and resented the storm.
They can still be returned to innocence, but what about more teenage hearts? Not every wrongful crime can be revealed, and there are also people who are black to the end and have no chance of overturning the case.
Chu nightning held the ink, and he said softly: "Don't be afraid, I won't want you."
"Master..."
"I'll always be with you, live or die, and I'll take you home."
Losing the healing spell, the consciousness of the burning ink became more and more dizzy, and the heart became more and more painful, but when he heard this sentence, he was shocked, and then his lips moved, tears rolled down, but he smiled.
"You treat me so well, my basket is full... I'm happy..." He paused, his voice falling softly.
"Master, I'm so sleepy... I'm cold..."
Chu nightning's body trembled imperceptibly, and the hand he was holding the ink burned harder, and he kept sending his spiritual power in, but it was useless.
Just like in the previous life, on the top of Kunlun Mountain, Ta Xianjun held his dying self and tried to save his life.
Useless.
Chu nightning was very anxious, the phoenix eyes were wet and red, and the tears rolled down silently, but he still touched his hair, turned his face, kissed his clammy forehead, and said hoarsely: "Don't sleep, tell me, what? basket?"
The faces of those around are full of vigilance, contempt, coldness, vigilance, disgust, and disgust.
so what.
Nothing matters anymore.
Fame, dignity, life.
For two lifetimes, he saw the ink burn into the abyss, but he was helpless. He just felt so miserable and felt that he had failed like that.
It was he who was late.
The ink burned lightly, the consciousness has gradually dissipated, the blood is flowing more and more, and the body is getting colder and colder, he said softly: "I only have a small basket... There is a hole in the small basket... It is empty... I took it for a long time. …”
He subconsciously wanted to curl up.
White lips pursed and whimpered.
"Master... My heart hurts..."
"You hug me, please."
Chu nightning was heartbroken, and he couldn't help saying: "I hold you, it doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore."
But the ink burning can no longer be heard, and the consciousness of the ink burning has been confused.
It's all messy.
Like the helpless child in the firewood house many years ago, with insufficient food and clothing, like the child on the mass grave, kneeling beside the rotting corpse of the mother, crying and crying.
Like the Emperor Stepping Immortal who can never go back to the past.
Like the lonely figure under the Tongtian Tower.
Like Master Mo who walks alone with his sword and waits for him to return to his soul.
Like the man who curled up on the couch and wet his pillow on a rainy night.
"It hurts so much... it really hurts..."
"Master, have I paid it all off? Am I clean..."
getting blurry.
"Master."
In the end, the child, the boy, the devil, the tyrant, the little apprentice, choked up, slowly, and the voice was like a cloud of smoke.
"It's getting dark, I'm so scared... I want to go home... "
Chu nightning has been listening to him, and at this moment, he is already crying.
Ink burning, ink burning, why are you so stupid
What pays off, what cleans...
I owe you.
No one knows the truth, and even your own memory is wiped out.
But I finally know-
I finally know that you have only been my apprentice for a few months, but you have spent two lifetimes protecting me.
Carrying all the infamy, accusation, misunderstanding, and slander.
Forced to be mad, mad, bloodthirsty, filthy.
If it weren't for you, the person kneeling on this confession platform today would be me, and the person whose heart was poached... would also be me.
It was Emperor Stepping Immortal who used his soul to protect Wan Ye Yuheng.
From then on he fell into darkness forever.
And he stayed bright.
All wrong.
At this moment, the elites of Tianyin Pavilion, like cheetahs who have been going around for a long time, finally broke free, their sharp claws tore through the air, and more than a hundred people slaughtered them!
Tianwen's golden light was so pale that it was so white that it was dazzling.
"Kill them!"
"Stop them!"
Chu nightning closed his eyes.
Besieged on all sides, the sound of killing is shocking—
The surrounding crowd rose to attack, and in the blood of the sword shadow, Chu night Ning suddenly opened his eyes! Then he sank with one hand, spread his five fingers, and the gust of wind blew up in an instant, he shouted sharply: "Huaisha, summon!!"