With this shout, the fierce golden slaughtering blade was summoned, and the suffocating aura bullied the sky!
Everyone's expressions changed, and the high-level disciples of Tianyin Pavilion were also taken a step back, but then they still shouted: "Don't step back, don't misplace!"
"How can such a calamity be kept! The weeds must be eradicated!"
Both sides had to send arrows on the strings, and the air was stretched to the extreme—
"Go!"
The sound is like water droplets, falling into the oil pan, and there is a commotion in an instant! I saw the spell and the sharp blade slashed from the center of the execution ground in four directions, while Chu nightning held the sand in his hand, and the golden light broke through the cloud to block. With the strength of one person, he faced the cultivators who came from the tide like a tide. The sword energy and blood flowers in the phoenix eyes complemented each other, making his face look like Shura.
He protected the ink, with a sword, with flesh and blood, with a life, and all the innocence since then.
No one listened to his explanation, and no one was willing to let the two trapped beasts in desperation go home. No hope, no redemption, no trust, no light.
The last thing they have is each other.
"The ink burns, bear it again, I will take you away."
Suddenly, a stern curse slammed into Chu nightning's arm, and the blood surged in an instant, and the wound was deeply visible. But Chu nightning just bit his lower lip and slammed a sword out—
"Get out of the way!" The monk on the field exclaimed, "Get out of the way!!"
Huaisha had the potential to shake the sky. The sword went down with a loud noise. The sand and stones filled the sky.
Mu Yanli's voice was sharp: "Chu nightning! Do you still have heaven in your eyes!"
"… "
Seeing that he was ignoring, Mu Yanli became more and more angry, and shouted: "Do you want to openly oppose God's heir and go against God's will?!"
Some people in the audience also shouted: "Xianzun Beidou, stop it. Are you going to be a repeat offender in the cultivation world?"
Under Huaisha's bursting suffocation, there was no one around who could immediately take a half step forward.
Chu nightning finally turned half of his face, glanced at the monks in Tianyin Pavilion, and said, "...I am already."
After all, he gritted his teeth and carried the dying ink, put the bloody man on his shoulders, and said dumbly: "Don't be afraid, it's over. Let's go, let's go home... I'll take you home."
But he looked forward, and at the moment in front of him was a bloody road. He killed the monks in Tianyin Pavilion, and there were more red-eyed dead soldiers behind the broken limbs.
Where is home
They have nowhere to go but hell to cast.
In the end, he didn't know how many people he had killed before he was finally able to escape. When he took the ink-burning sword out of Jiuxiao, he was shaking slightly. He has never taken so many innocent lives. He is now dyed with blood that burns, his own blood, and more of the blood of the dead in Tianyin Pavilion.
dirty.
Dirty to the core, it can't be washed off again.
The clouds gathered and dispersed in front of him, and the sky and the earth were blank.
Where to go
Jiaoshan is impossible, and Longxueshan is no longer safe... The summit of life and death... How could he have the face to drag the summit of life and death again.
"Master..."
Hearing this hoarse moan in the ear, Chu night Ning turned back suddenly, and the face of the ink burned as white as gold paper: "You... send me back."
"What nonsense!"
The ink burned but just shook his head: "You have come to me, you didn't want me." He was very reluctant and tried very hard to squeeze a smile, although his eyes were a little scattered, "This is Enough... I have a home... Enough..."
"Send me back, send me back... You still have a way back..." His voice became lighter and lighter, and his eyelashes gradually fell, but he was still clutching the sleeves of Chu Wanning, and he kept mumbling and repeating, "You still have a way out..."
"No." Chu Ning's heart was cut like a knife, he clasped the cold palm of the ink, and hugged him in his arms, "I have no retreat, I will not go anywhere."
"… "
"I'll be with you."
If in the past, Mo Ran could hear what Chu nightning said to himself, he would be ecstatic and happy, but at the moment when he heard this sentence, he was at a loss and at a loss. He raised his hand, but he tried all his strength, but only raised his hand.
The blood on the big beach has dyed his clothes red, and the ink burned finally lost consciousness and fell into the arms of Chu Wanning.
Chu nightning is holding the increasingly weak body in his arms and can no longer bear it. He is not sure if they have left the chasing soldiers behind him. I don't know how long those people will arrive. He landed nearby with the ink burning. On a hillside, his hands were shaking too much, and it took a few times to open the ink-burning clothes.
- A bloody hole in the heart.
There was a buzzing explosion in his brain, and he didn't even dare to look at the face of the ink burning at the moment.
He suddenly thought that in the past life, the ink burned his bones for two years.
How would he feel during the days and nights of those two years
"Don't go, the ink burns..." His hands overlapped in front of his wound, sending a steady stream of spiritual current to him. Chu nightning, who was covered in blood, guarded the same bloody ink burning, like being skinned alive by a hunter. But a beast not yet dead.
In the afterglow of doom, blood melts blood, flesh wraps flesh.
"It's not your fault that you can't go... it's never your fault..."
Ink burns ink burns, ink is darkness, burning is light. He seeks light all his life, but in the end he cannot escape the darkness of night. Chu nightning finally plucked up the courage to glance at the burning face, and with just one glance, it almost collapsed.
There was no trace of a living person on that face, it was terrifyingly white, full of blood, and there were even mottled old scars on the brow bone—the traces of being smashed by stones.
He couldn't bear it any longer, and fell in front of Mo Ran's body and cried bitterly, aching his heart.
Is this the young man who used to haunt him brilliantly and vigorously under the Tongtian Tower and said to him, "Xianjun Xianjun, you take care of me"
Why... it's all blood... why... no longer angry, no trace of smile left on the brows and eyes.
I can't even recognize it... I can't recognize it.
So what did Mo Weiyu do wrong? He had to suffer such hardships and torture all his life.
It may be because he has no relatives, no reason, and no support, so even fate bullies him. In the cracks of life, the smile he folded so hard is still regarded as a disgusting face by the world in the end.
Who would have known that the mud and dust before the steps were also Zeng Fangfei in mid-April.
"... Chu nightning."
Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded coldly in the distance.
"In order to save him, did you risk losing your good reputation?"
Chu nightning was stiff, looked up suddenly, and saw a tall figure walking slowly towards him against the sun.
Emperor Ta Xian stood between the trees, squinting and staring at them carefully.
"I thought the most important thing to you in this world was your innocence." He said slowly, "I never imagined that you would end up dirtying yourself for him."
He approached step by step, the black embroidered dark dragon pattern gleamed in the sunlight, and the red scorpion pierced with black gold qiubo finally stopped in front of them.
Almost instinctively, Chu Ning suddenly got up, the golden light in his palm suddenly rose, and Tian Wen followed the call - he stood between the past and present life of the ink burning.
Stepping Xianjun's pupils turned, his eyes first patrolled on the golden vines, and then calmly fell back to Chu Wanning.
At this moment, this man seemed to be fished out of fresh blood. There was not half of the cloth on his body that was clean, and his eyes were wet, and he was facing his gaze in a complicated way.
Ta Xianjun sneered: "Is he so important to you?"
"… "
Seeing that Chu night Ning did not answer, stepping on Xianjun said coldly: "Get out of the way."
Chu nightning did not move, his mind was in chaos at the moment, but he still knew that the "ink burning" in front of him was just a sharp weapon, an empty flesh and blood shell.
The sneer at the corner of the body's mouth became more and more cruel: "Why, do you think that if you stick like this, this seat will have no way to hold you?"
"...I'm going to take him away."
"Where?"
Just one sentence is like a sharp knife into a clam shell.
The eyes of Emperor Tengxian flashed with ridicule: "Chu nightning, you ask yourself, in this vast world, in addition to this seat willing to take you in, where is there any place for you. ... Take him away? Don't be ridiculous."
He stepped forward, his hands were like lightning, he suddenly pinched Chu Wanning's chin and approached.
"The last remaining spiritual core on his body belongs to this seat. You also belong to this seat. You'd better clarify your position."
The words fell, and suddenly the golden light burst out. Ta Xianjun stopped his hand in time and swept back, but his cheek still felt a burning pain. He wiped it at will, and Tianwen had already opened a ferocious sore on the side of his ear, and black blood dripped down his face.
"..." Ta Xianjun was silent for a long time, raised his eyelids gloomily, the expression on his face could not tell whether it was anger or joy, the bridge of his nose was wrinkled, his emotions and face were almost distorted, "Okay, very good."
He laughed sympathetically, waved his sleeves, and the black robe hunted like a cloud.
"I didn't expect that after so long, this seat can still fight with Tianwen again." He raised his slender fingers, touched his cheeks, wiped away the blood, and stepped on Xianjun's dark eyes, staring at Chu Wanning's face, " This seat, I miss it very much.”
There is a thread of ink burning behind him, and if you delay for a while, you may not be able to recover. Even if Chu nightning is in a chaotic mood, he knows that he can't talk too much with Ta Xianjun.
"Tianwen - Ten Thousand Coffins!"
Stepping Xianjun secretly scolded, just as the toes swept up, the ground was already cracked in a thousand ways, and countless rough willow vines poured out from the depths of the earth, stabbing straight towards him. The other soft vines wrapped the unconscious Mo Zongshi into the abdomen, and protected them in the depths of the willow branches.
Stepping Xianjun looked at Chu Wanning standing in the center of the formation, and almost laughed angrily: "You treat me differently?"
"God asks, the wind."
"… "
However, his questioning only resulted in a more violent offensive. The blade-like wind was overwhelming. To say that there was no resentment would be false.
Ta Xianjun stared at the man in a mess on the ground, and suddenly felt a long-lost sadness in his heart. It was in such a moment of distraction that the wind blade slashed into his abdomen, and he suffered a sudden pain. He lowered his head and saw black blood flowing from the hideous wound.
He hurts him again...
No matter in the last life or this life, Chu nightning has never put him in his eyes.
The throat was suddenly awkward, and the pretended calm smile of Ta Xianjun tightened suddenly, raised his hand and shouted: "No return!"
Biye Zhuqiao was in the past, and the year after year, you did not return... But when you returned, so what? You have returned, not yet facing him with swords, not for such stupid reasons, wanting his blood, wanting his life!
Sudden hatred.
No return and Tianwen collided, and both Shenwu roared.
two lifetimes.
It has been two lifetimes since the last life-and-death battle between these two weapons. The engraving on the hilt of the blade of no return has long been worn out, just like the yesterday's past of Stepping Immortal Monarch and Big Dipper Immortal Venerable, all of which are broken.
The golden splendor and the blue light are biting each other, as if hatred into the blood, but also into the bones. In this constant light and shadow, Ta Xianjun stared closely at the face in front of him.
Bloodstained and complex.
living.
The tyranny of the heart is terrible, and the burning pain is terrible.
He gritted his teeth, and suddenly asked very unwillingly: "Why is it all me... but you have to fight this seat again for him."
"… "
Chu nightning didn't know what to say, facing a body, no matter what he said, it was useless.
But I don't know that the brilliance is too dazzling, which makes people hallucinate. For a moment, he feels that the eyes of Step Xianjun are so painful and lonely.
It seemed to be wet.
"He's hurt like this, you'll be uncomfortable. What about this seat." Stepping Xianjun hoarsely tried his best to be cruel, but it was too lush. When he got up, the flames made his eyes red.
"Chu nightning. You know that after the resurrection of this seat, when you see the red lotus waterside, you don't even have bones left... What do you feel?"
Chu nightning was startled. But Xianjun, who finally couldn't help but say these words, closed his eyes and his muscles tightened. Anger and humiliation, pain and madness made him almost mad, and he suddenly poured all his spiritual power into no return—
Just heard a loud bang!
The rock crumbles, the earth shakes. The surrounding vegetation was instantly crushed into powder by the ferocious spiritual current, and Liu Teng couldn't stand the ferocity of no return, and disintegrated into ashes one after another.
"Nearly ten years!"
In this scattered robbery ashes, Wei Ta Xianjun's mad eyes are clear, and his eyes are scarlet.
"Ten years, Chu nightning. He was reborn in the past, leaving this seat to be awakened at the top of death and life, in Wushan Temple. In the past ten years, this seat has known all your happiness in the letter, and knows his great achievements - I What? Me!!"
The blade suddenly fell, flying sand and stone, and the ground cracked a bottomless gulf.
"I've been alone all the time! When he came over, I didn't even have a handful of ashes!"
Mo knife slashed, Chu nightning withdrew Tianwen and greeted him with Huaisha.
But it is this killing blade that makes Ta Xianjun more violent. At this moment, he is like a ghost who has returned from hell, with deep resentment.
His kind of eyes made Chu nightning can't help but be startled.
... Why is it clearly just a corpse, yet still have such strong emotions.
"Why do you treat me like this?"
The flames scorched the trees, the fallen leaves were still dyed with fire, the edges and corners were scorched black, and the sparks were bright and dark. Treading Xianjun, dressed in black, suddenly withdrew his strength, swept back, and stood in this bleak and bleak vegetation.
Chu nightning didn't know why he suddenly withdrew, and saw that he closed his eyes, and the two thick and deep eyelashes were on his too pale face. Tread Xianjun murmured:
"Why do you treat me like this?"
The voice fell, and the ground faintly rumbled.
Chu night Ning suddenly changed color, he immediately turned back -
"Ink burns!"
When he was about to turn back and stand in front of the unconscious Mo Ran, he had already heard the five words of Sen Han.
Stepping on Xianjun said: "Damn. Ten thousand coffins."
Shocking!
Chu nightning's blood is completely cold, Liu Teng... Liu Teng... Step Xianjun and Mo Weiyu are simply one person, Mo Weiyu can be summoned without returning, and Step Xianjun can be summoned to hell!
The thick vines rose from the ground, broke out of the ground, and slammed into the hands and feet of Chu nightning's body. The other part of Liu Teng cut open the damaged Tianwen, and tangled the ink burning protected by Tianwen in the depths of the willow leaves.
Chu nightning was so anxious when he saw this: "You stop!"
No one paid attention to him, stepping on Xianjun floated to the front of the ink burning, looking coldly at the depths of the vine, the face that was exactly the same as himself.
His gaze moved down and landed on the already bloody chest.
Chu nightning shouted sharply: "Tianwen!"
However, Tianwen and the ghost are the same level of divine martial arts, stepping on Xianjun does not lift his head, just stretches out his hand a little, and the golden willow vine that resurfaces is entangled with the fiery red ghost culling, and there is no victory or defeat for a while .
Chu nightning's lips were blue and white, and the meridians in his hands burst out, trying his best to break free from the shackles of hell with his own flesh and blood.
"..." Step Xianjun finally turned his eyes, looked at him with a complicated look, opened his thin lips, and sighed in a low voice, "Chu nightning. You really feel bad for him."
After speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and stabbed the ink to burn the chest!
As long as the last bit of spiritual core fragments, he can return to normal. He is the real Emperor Treading Immortal, the real Mo Weiyu, the one who has endured ten years of loneliness and deserves to get what he wants.
He should be alive.
"Wow!"
But in this electric light and flint, a golden light flashed, and it went straight through the palm of Step Xianjun.
Black blood trickled down.
Stepping Xianjun stared at his palm penetrated by the vine of Tianwen, and there was no expression on his face for a while.
pain
disappointment
resentment
I've tasted it so many times in my life, I'm probably used to it.
The last thing he did was turn his head slowly, and Gujing looked at the man who was tied up by the ghosts, but was still panting, his eyes were stubborn.
Ta Xianjun looked at him for a while with the blood dripping from his palm, and then suddenly smiled.
"Chu nightning."
"… "
"Why don't you just rip my heart out?"
Chu nightning is trembling, and it seems that there are thousands of tiny thorns in the ghost, piercing every inch of his muscles, he frowned, and under the eyelashes, the phoenix eyes were full of pain.
Ta Xianjun looked at him, poured spiritual power into the palm of his hand, and cut off the willow vine.
At this moment, he suddenly was not in a hurry to dig out the burning heart with blood and flesh, and he walked towards Chu Wanning step by step.
Approached, with his bloody hand, stroked the pale face of Chu nightning.
"Ask you." He seemed to understate it, and he seemed to hate it deeply, "You are so cruel, why don't you just dig out the heart of this seat."
"… "
"What is this seat in your eyes..."
Ta Xianjun sighed softly and closed his eyes.
Chu nightning will not answer him. Treading Xianjun was about to say something, but at this moment, he suddenly noticed the dazzling fiery red radiance of Liu Teng wrapped around Chu Wanning. He was stunned for a moment, as if he had remembered something, and murmured, "Interrogation?"
Since seeing a ghost is the same as Tianwen, then the interrogation power that Tianwen has, should be the same when seeing a ghost.
Stepping Xianjun's black and purple eyes suddenly lit up, and he really wanted to use the ghost to judge the truth in Chu Wanning's mouth. His lips moved, but he probably didn't think about what to say, so he pursed it again. After a while, I tried as appropriate: "Cough... If... "
"This seat is about if."
The question to be asked seems to be too disreputable, but such a god-given opportunity, if you don't ask, I'm afraid you will regret it for the rest of your life.
He hesitated for a long time before he had a cold face, did not look at Chu Wanning's eyes, and slowly finished the words: "If, in the last life... this seat left early, before you."
The radiance of hell is getting stronger and stronger, forcing those who are trapped, ready to tell the truth at any time.
Step Xianjun raised his eyes.
"You... will you also remember this seat?"
The man's mood to know the answer was too urgent, so Chu nightning felt that thousands of steel needles were pierced into the body, breaking the liver and intestines. Every needle was trying to force out the truth in his heart. Chilled and pale.
Ta Xianjun stared at him without blinking, his thin lips lightly opened, and his mind was deep.
"Do you know?"
"I..." The pain penetrated into the bone marrow, and it seemed that the internal organs would be torn apart. Chu nightning, who was forced to the end, raised his eyes and glanced at Xianjun drowsily.
In the moist water vapor, that handsome face was so familiar, with thirst and even affection.
It was like the moonlit night a long time ago. On the tide of Feihua Island, Mo Ran was riding a flying sword with him. He held his hand and said, "I like you, how about you?"
His eyes were suddenly wet.
Chu nightning is almost scattered, hoarsely murmured: "... the same..."
Maybe his answer was too soft, or maybe it was something else. Stepping on Xianjun brought himself closer, almost sticking to the night of Chu, who was already sweaty and had no color on his face.
"What's the same?"
"It's the same..." The eyelashes fell, and when they overlapped, they were all warm and fuzzy, "I won't... let you walk ahead of me..."
"… "
"I'm sorry." The voice was hoarse, like a broken Xun, "I didn't protect you well."
Ta Xianjun was stunned abruptly.
His originally bloodless face became even more desolate in an instant.
There seemed to be thunderstorms rolling through his eardrums, and he couldn't help but think of Tianshan Tianchi, when the man fell into his arms, he gently poked his forehead with his blood-stained hand.
That person said, it was me who betrayed you, and there is no resentment between life and death.
The heart was suddenly aching, as if something was cracking inside.
"...Wanning..." He stood stiffly in the same place, like a wooden clay sculpture.
He stretched out his hand again, but this time it wasn't narrow, he didn't even know why, he just stretched out his hand like this, wanting to touch the face so similar to the previous life.
A cold, blood-stained face.
Suddenly, a sharp whistle pierced the eardrum.
The fingers that Ta Xianjun was about to touch his cheek froze.
For the corpse, those eyes that carried too much emotion suddenly became empty and blank. Stepping on Xianjun lowered his arms, and after the whistle, he seemed to have lost his self-consciousness, stepped back slowly, then waved his hand and removed all weapons.
No matter what happened in the past life, or the ghost in this life, they all disappeared.
Chu nightning fell into the mud and dust, but when he looked up, he saw a man in white clothes standing in the distance. The man was wearing a mask, holding a jade flute between his fingers, and holding a stick in the other hand. .
The man stood at the end of the forest, among the falling bamboo leaves, and stood quietly, leading Ta Xianjun towards him.
"You are… "
"Let's take Grandmaster Mo away." The man sighed softly, his voice obviously distorted with a voice-changing spell, "I can't hold on for too long, he will regain consciousness soon."
"… "
"Let's go," said the man, "Tianyin Pavilion and Hua Binan will chase after them soon. If they are captured, nothing will change."
Chu nightning gritted his teeth and got up, put the ink up, urged the dragon talisman, and summoned the blue dragon to carry them away.
Before Long Teng jumped up, he turned his head and glanced at the man standing in the depths of the bamboo forest, but found that the man had to touch the ground with a mans stick to move forward.
In his mind, some past events were vaguely connected to each other, but he couldn't think of a reason for a while.
"… Thank you."
The man just shook his head and urged, "Go quickly."
Zhilong knew the heart of Chu Wanning, and spoke at this time: "Little brother is kind, my master is afraid to ask your name, and you can come to thank you if you have a fate in the future."
"..." The man was silent for a while, then whispered, "Me?"
The forest trees rustled, and his voice seemed very empty in the midst of all the sounds.
"I'm just a man finally free."
The paper dragon wanted to ask again, but Chu nightning knew that this person was determined not to reveal his identity. He bowed to the person, patted the dragon's body, and said, "Let's go."
Now that he has spoken, Zhilong also knows the priorities, so he doesn't say much, suddenly soars into the sky, soars up, and disappears into the white clouds and dogs in an instant, without a trace.
The wind was blowing, and the man in white with the veil stood quietly for a while. He raised his head, and it was not until the wind weakened and the surroundings became silent that he looked at the sky that he could no longer see. Unable to see the back, he whispered:
"Disciple and teacher, respectfully send Shizun."
The sun shone down and fell on his plain clothes.
"There is a long way to go, Master, take care all the way."