This sound seemed to take all the strength and arrogance, Xue Meng closed his eyes suddenly, and his cheeks were wet and hot.
"stop fighting… "
But just like the fire that ignites a prairie, it is easy to burn, but difficult to put out. There was a chaotic battle in the Danxin Hall, which was already full of dead and injured people. The blood of these people became hot oil, igniting hatred and madness to the extreme. For a while, Xue Meng's roar was good, Xue Zhengyi's sigh was worth it , not too many people listened.
Even if he heard it, those red eyes would not stop.
Too much anxiety these days. One after another bloody cases, Tianleak, Zhenlong chess game, Guyueye dead people, Jiangdongtang chaos, Bitanzhuang without owner for many days, Wubei Temple Buddhist gate stained with blood, many monks present are in the past period of time. I lost my family and friends...
Who is the mastermind? who is lying
There is no answer, but all the directions lead to the door of death and life, so the accumulated hatred and fear erupted in this battle.
Overwhelmed with water.
Xue Meng has experienced few battles, and he has not realized what this means at the moment. His chest is up and down, standing in the same place watching the crazy fight.
But Xue Zhengyi already understands that at this stage, I am afraid it has gotten out of control to the point where the initiator never expected—
He gritted his teeth, endured the pain of the wound cracking, endured the dimness in front of him, and grabbed Xue Meng's shoulder: "You... hurry up."
"father?!"
"Get out of here quickly!! Go to your mother's side, hurry up!"
But before the words fell, seven or eight people gathered in front of the two of them, each with red eyes: "Xue Meng, you kill my brother, I want you to pay for your life!"
"Son of evil beasts!"
Xue Meng stood in the same place - he killed this man's brother? When... He obviously never hurt anyone's life, he never...
His whole mind was in chaos. During the chaos, he lowered his head and saw the dragon city in his hand dripping with blood. He was suddenly horrified.
Yes, he killed.
He killed — first the perjury matchmaker, and then…
He can't remember. He just started killing like crazy, his hands are covered with blood, his hands are covered with his face... his hands are covered with his face...
"what!!!"
Xue Meng wailed suddenly, like a dying beast, with bulging forehead tendons and cracked eyes.
Why did it become like this... From the day Mo Ran left, everything has changed, one after another is out of his control, and he is getting farther and farther from his past self.
"I killed... Dad... I killed..."
He turned around in panic, but was faced with Xue Zhengyi's pale and terrifying face. Xue Zhengyi grabbed his hand and dragged him behind him, while he slashed and slashed with an iron fan, protruding a bloody road in the siege.
"Walk."
The crumbling man gave life to his son who was no longer young.
"Meng'er, hurry up."
Xue Meng stood still and didn't move. At this time, someone was slaughtered. Xue Zhengyi couldn't stand it. He raised his hand and held the hilt of the man. In an instant, the blood was like a note, and the bones were visible. Xue Zhengyi scolded secretly, and his other hand shook the dagger from his waist, and suddenly plunged into the man's spleen and abdomen.
Blood spurting! !
"Let's go!!"
Xue Zhengyi shouted angrily, and suddenly caught a glimpse of someone, he said sharply: "Han Xue! Take him out! Take him out of here!"
Mei Hanxue has been fighting here, and at this time, he finally broke through the siege and came to Xue Meng's side. He first glanced at Xue Zhengyi, there was a dull pain in his eyes, and then he grabbed Xue Meng's arm and said solemnly: "Follow me."
After he said that, he took Xue Meng, who was already numb, and went to the back door of the Danxin Temple to fight. Perhaps it was the defection of the Snow Palace that made everyone not recovering for a while. Mei Hanxue kept taking Xue Meng to the gate of the palace, and finally someone reacted, roaring at the two, shouting: "Kill people, think about it. Run? Who will pay for it?!"
Mei Hanxue flicked the dangling Konghou with one hand, making several clanging sounds, like a stone breaking through the air, repelling the enemy in front. He was relieved, and suddenly heard Xue Zhengyi shout: "Be careful behind!"
He looked back suddenly, but saw a man with blood on his face, grinning and slashing with a knife. The man stabbed it, instantly piercing the man's chest.
"Uncle..."
"Dad..."
The two young men turned back, and Xue Zhengyi couldn't stop gasping. Obviously, this blow had cost him a lot of energy. The iron fan also fell to the ground after hitting the target.
The fan was stained with blood. Whether Xue Lang was very beautiful or the world was ugly, the characters on the fan could no longer be seen clearly.
Xue Zhengyi reluctantly made a gesture to the two of them, and said softly: "Quick..."
Before leaving, Xue Meng's shrunk eyes reflected a heavy sword full of spiritual power. A Jiang Dongtang stood behind Xue Zhengyi with a fierce blade, and before Xue Meng could speak, he moved towards his father—
Dropped in one fell swoop! ! !
Lose your voice.
Xue Meng opened his eyes and suddenly couldn't hear any surrounding noises.
It's like being silent on the bottom of the ocean that is thousands of miles deep, with no wind, no heat, and no light.
black.
Xue Meng's whole body's blood flow seemed to freeze and explode, and he was horrified. His eyes were cracked, staring at the person in front of him.
Xue Zhengyi had a trace of relaxation and relief on his face because he saw his son being rescued earlier, and it was fixed at this moment.
There was a sense of serenity.
The sea is deep, endless, and boundless. The water is very cold, and the Bianstone penetrates into the muscles and bones, and it is difficult to remove in a lifetime.
Very quiet, dead silent.
no sound... no sound...
No.
Until the blood dripped down the cracked Tianling cover, down the eyes, down the cheeks.
Two lines, like red tears, dripping.
At this moment, Xue Meng seemed to think that this was a joke, or that it was a dream, or that all of this could be turned back, and it was too late.
But not.
Too late. When people have concerns, they have weaknesses.
The god of war will also die.
"father!!!!!!"
With a roar, the mountains plunged into the sea.
All the silence has been broken since then - the waves rolled up, thousands of piles of snow, but the earth was shaken, the torrent poured back, the sea turned waves, and the waves broke the sky!
Xue Meng ran to Xue Zhengyi in a madness. He shouted like a beast on the verge of death, tearing apart the movements of everyone, and everyone turned back when they heard the sound—
The waves were divided into waves, and he stumbled from the crowd and ran towards Xue Zhengyi.
Xue Zhengyi kept standing without even bending his spine. He stared at Xue Meng like that, with a pair of tiger eyes open and kept open. Those eyes made Xue Meng feel that he was still alive, that he could be rescued, and...
When it was a short distance away, Xue Zhengyi fell.
With a thud, he almost fell to the ground. The people were scattered, and there was no sound of soldiers.
Xue Meng suddenly stopped, and he never moved forward.
He just stood there, trembling all over his body, from small tremors to violent tremors, lips, fingers, not a part of which he could control.
He murmured, asked, cautiously.
He said hoarsely, "Father?"
The hall is full of blood.
No one answered again.
When Longcheng fell to the ground, Xue Meng slowly retreated, retreated... But where can he retreat? yesterday? Can't come back yesterday.
Any step in life, no matter whether it is yin or yang, or whether it hurts the liver and intestines, as long as it goes down, there is no turning back.
The Dan Heart Hall was silent.
He didn't retreat, his body swayed violently, and then he knelt on the ground. He stared at everything in front of him, tears rolling down his face. He raised his hand and tried to wipe it, but he wiped it indiscriminately but couldn't wipe it off, and the tears flowed down in a string.
Finally, he buried his face in his palms, and a small whimper came out of his throat, and the whimper was like ink on paper, which was rendered - and then the paper was full of absurdity, all ink stains.
"Dad... Daddy!!"
The whimper turned into a howl.
The people who stood in front of Xue Meng could no longer stand up, with broad shoulders and a hearty smile, to block the ups and downs of life for him.
The juvenile time of Tianzhizi, the worry-free years, really ends at this moment.
Fall apart.
It's messed up, everything is messed up.
The Jiang Dongtang cultivator who made a ruthless hand was stunned, the epee fell to the ground, and he muttered: "No, no... it's not me..."
He couldn't stop shaking his head, watching Xue Meng kneeling in the same place like crazy, he was so frightened, he shook like a sieve. He wanted to run away, but everyone's eyes were on him, and he had no way to retreat.
"No...you listen to me...I just wanted to shoot down the weapon in his hand..."
He stared at Xue Meng and swallowed nervously.
Xue Meng is still immersed in great sadness at the moment, but he knows that once Xue Meng raises his eyes, there is only one way to wait for him - death.
"Go and ask Mrs. Wang to come over." Elder Xuanji was the calmest of all. He looked at Xue Meng, who was huddled in place, and he was still crying before he stood up. He whispered to his disciples, "Hurry up, I'm afraid no one can stop the young master in a while."
The disciple saw the head dead, his face was full of tears: "But Master, the head did not let the wife come here. The wife never intervenes in major affairs, she..."
"What time is it, and I'm still talking about some of these." Xuanji said, "Come on!"
The disciple wiped his tears, nodded and ran to the back mountain.
With the death of the head, everything finally began to calm down. There were people in the hall who couldn't stop moaning because of the pain of the wound, some people were pale, and some people pursed their lips and said nothing. Someone else said softly: "What's going on, Xue Zhengyi's ability should be more than that, why can't he escape?"
They didn't know that Xue Zhengyi was stabbed by Zhenlong's chess piece because he was slaughtering demons and evil in Wuchang Town the day before, and his vitals were injured. They just sigh:
"Hey, after sitting on the head for a long time, everyone will get old, and the hero is too late."
Xue Meng didn't listen to those rustling words. His eyes were gradually covered with blood because of tears and hatred. He choked, wept, and wept, and finally, there was a red maple in his eyes.
He raised his eyes and stared at all the intruders. At this moment, the pure and sincere eyes burned out, only blood and hatred, hatred and resentment.
A howl! Dragon City is up! !
kill!
This time, Xue Meng really lost his mind and screamed around. He became so terrifying, irrational, not afraid of death or pain, who could stop him? No one could stop him.
Wubei Temple Lonely Moon Night Jiangdongtang Huohuang Pavilion... Bah! He can't see! He only saw Li Gui's faces and twisted figures, and he felt that he was in purgatory in the endless blood.
hatred!
Why
Why is it that twenty years of hard work can be used to learn from, but one can't escape the calculation and gossip for four or five years
Why do you work hard all your life, but in the end, you only pay in good faith, and your blood is flowing
Why Dou Mi raises kindness and Shengmi raises revenge.
Why so stupid.
Rivers of blood.
No one's words can be heard, and no one's persuasion is in vain.
Xue Meng is crazy, the phoenix wants blood, the blood burns to make fire, and the fire bursts out of the red-eyed beast, full of blood, biting the throat of everyone who tries to block him!
You know, the weak crown that year, the cicadas chirped in midsummer.
Xue Zhengyi touched Xue Meng's head with a smile and asked, "What do I want to do in the future?"
"Like Daddy." Fenghuang'er said with clear eyes, "Being a great hero, being a good man, punishing evil and promoting good, is worthy of your heart."
Blood spurted on his face, and someone screamed in agony.
Who did he kill
It's like who's sister is who's wife.
It doesn't matter.
Die, kill, kill, anyway, he is not clean, anyway, they asked for it... they forced him! !
He slaughtered like crazy, and the crowd scattered. He can't hear... can't hear...
until the man's voice sounded.
"Meng'er."
Such as pinch seven inches.
A trembling voice that was trying to suppress his emotions.
The softness is like a coil of incense rising up, and the smoke will dissipate when the fingertips are pinched.
Xue Meng was stunned.
"Take him!"
"Don't let him go crazy!"
There were people rushing around.
"Meng'er..."
Xue Meng is a tiger and leopard besieged by a group of wolves. He is covered in blood, and his arm has been shaking. After this battle, I am afraid that there is no way to use this arm to hold a knife. He narrowed his eyes, blood dripping from his pupils. He turned his head stiffly.
The back door of the Danxin Hall opened wide, and the vast sky light poured in.
Madam Wang appeared at the door, dressed in plain white clothes. She was frail and had a gentle temperament. She never interfered in the affairs of the palace.
It was not until now that she heard the news and rushed to the front, the former beauty with clouded temples was already wet with tears.
Xue Meng was hoarse, and his voice was broken and fragmented: "Mother?"
The disciples at the top of life and death saluted and knelt down one after another: "Madam."
The elders also saluted: "Mrs. Wang."
There was no blood on her face, the only beauty was the coral red beads on the earrings. She didn't say a word. First, she saw her husband's body, and her body swayed suddenly, and then she saw Xue Meng being suppressed and kneeling on the ground, and her face was even whiter.
The disciples were all worried about her weak body, fearing that she would be unable to bear the fainting in the next moment.
But Mrs. Wang only trembled slightly and moved her lips. For the first time, she failed to speak.
But the second time, she spoke up. His voice was hoarse, but he tried his best to calm himself.
"Let him go."
The three words were gently spoken to those who brutally suppressed Xue Meng.
Many of those people had never seen Madam Wang's face directly, but when they saw it, they only thought she was a weak woman, so they said to her fiercely, "Your son has killed so many people, how can you let it go?!"
"It must be taken to Tianyin Pavilion for custody and trial!"
There were tears in Mrs. Wang's eyes, but she still said word by word, "Let him go."
"… "
No one let go, they were all deadlocked.
Mrs. Wang raised her head slightly, as if trying to hold back her tears, but she was unsuccessful. Bitter and salty tears rolled down her cheeks. She closed her eyes, her slender body trembled slightly, weak as fluttering in the wind.
Some people said: "The top of life and death refuses to close the sect today, and it hurts countless monks in the upper repair world. The matter of Mo Ran and Chu Wanning is even more suspicious, so no matter what, we must seek justice-killing people is just right. Mrs. , I'm sorry."
Mrs. Wang didn't say a word, and didn't look at her husband's body again. She walked silently through the crowd of people who consciously dispersed.
Stand still.
The buzzing below are all human voices: "The death of the head of Xue is a coincidence, but Xue Meng is deliberately slaughtered."
"Yes, he must be taken away."
The sound is like a tide, one after another, one ebbs and one grows.
The wind blew into the hall, the curtains fluttered, and the curtain was cold.
"Xue Meng has no crime—"
"Bang!" A loud bang!
The whole hall was shocked.
It was this woman as weak as rushes who patted the table. Madam Wang's eyes were already open, and her pretty face, like a hibiscus, was flushed red.
She didn't know how to get angry, but her anger had burned her heart.
She stood in front of the hall, her eyes swept over everyone—
"Meng'er is my child, Ran'er is my nephew, and Zheng Yong is my husband."
She was silent, but her words were clear and decisive.
"You guys, dig up my nephew's spiritual core and hurt my husband's life. Now, you still want to take my son away in front of my face?"
Jiang Dongtang had the most women, but she was the least able to understand Mrs. Wang's mood.
Immediately, a female cultivator said coldly, "Miss Wang, speak some truth."
"Yes, if it wasn't for your nephew practicing forbidden arts, why would we dig his spiritual core? If it wasn't for your husband who didn't listen to his advice, why would such a tragedy happen? If it wasn't for your son who killed countless people, why would we take him away? Mrs. Wang, You should also have a degree of protection."
The various sects have already had a deep hatred with the top of the dead at this time, and they are unwilling to let them go easily.
"Close the door!"
"Take away all the people who just started! You must be severely punished and tried! Do you want to let these murderers go?"
"None of them can be let go, they are all caught!"
Mrs. Wang stood above the hall, facing this chaos, the weak woman closed her eyes and said slowly: "The widow is here, if I am alive, I will not allow you to move the pinnacle of life and death, and move again. My son has nothing."
The people below only thought she was funny, only Jiang Xi changed his face slightly. Beside Liangzhu, a female cultivator from Jiangdongtang first said, "You are really shameless."
Mrs. Wang slowly walked down the hall steps. She ignored the female cultivator and just said to everyone who was watching her, "What kind of skill do you have to bully orphans and widows?"
After walking down the last step, she stood still on the dark red carpet embroidered with Du Ruowen, raised a pair of beautiful eyes, her face was still gentle, but her eyes were firm.
She raised her hand, moved, and took off a silver bracelet from her wrist.
The nun who mocked her narrowed her eyes: "What are you doing?"
Madam Wang raised her hand, and for some reason, a dazzling red light suddenly appeared in her palm. When she put her fingers together, those slender fingers actually pinched the silver bracelet into powder! !
Many people were so terrified that they took a step back, and even the people at the top of the dead were too shocked to speak, and Xue Meng was also full of stunned eyes. There was only Jiang Xi in the crowd—only Jiang Xi.
He stared at her, his face extremely ugly, but not the slightest surprised.
"At the top of life and death, life and death will not change. Everyone present, if you want to close the sect, come forward—"
Madam Wang brushed off the residual powder of the silver bracelet, raised her eyes, and said something that made everyone horrified.
"Fight me."