The thunder and lightning came in from the open door of the temple, cutting the face of the teacher into shading.
In the dazzling light and shadow, only those eyes were dark.
It seems that Zhu Rongtian can no longer light them up.
Chu nightning's expression changed slightly, but he did not ask. Any words of the teacher at this time are unpredictable, but even so, the flame in his hand is still involuntarily dark.
This darkness was captured by the teacher.
He was like grabbing the floating grass in the whirlpool, and said to Chu nightning: "Master, you don't really think that the ink burning is completely dead, right?"
"Do you really think..." The teacher gasped slightly, "Treading Xianjun is just an empty skeleton?"
After a pause, he continued: "...Master, you might as well think about it. There is no corpse in this world that can think so concretely and act so stubbornly... Who can do it? What can it do? Not to this point.”
"… "
"Do you know." Shi Yan stared at Chu Wanning's eyes, and slowly spit out the hidden secrets, "Treading Xianjun's body, there is still a piece of consciousness that has not been scattered."
"!!"
Before this sentence, Chu nightning's eyes were always empty, like a walking corpse. After this sentence, the teacher clearly saw the waves in the phoenix eyes, so he was relieved, but still did not dare to be light.
"Master also knows that my spiritual core is weak, and I can't use any powerful spells. So I can't control the Zhenlong chess game. However, Yaozong has Yaozong's methods."
When the teacher said this sentence, he seemed to pass the corpse of the corpse after stepping on Xianjun to commit suicide. Lying quietly in the tomb of the Babel...
At that time he had no idea what went wrong, and his mind went blank. How could his sharp blade, his hundred warriors die
The burning conscience should have been swallowed up by the eight bitter flowers! What else could torture his heart and make him commit suicide
"The top ten sects in the previous life were besieged at the top of life and death. After seeing the corpse of the ink, those people originally wanted to divide him into five horses." The teacher said, "But I was in the crowd and persuaded me as the master of medicine. Finally, I was able to Keep that body."
Every time he said a word, he stared at the changing expression of Chu nightning.
"I can't lose his power. So I tried my best to make him a walking dead man. Although his ability will not be as good as before, but at least it can be used temporarily... But you know, probably because he was dying before he died. He still misses someone, so there is a bit of obsession in his heart that is too strong, no matter how I empty his soul, it will not be clean."
The teacher slowly approached: "No matter what method I use to force the soul, the wisp of soul will not disperse. That wisp..." His words were clear, "supporting him, who was confused, walked towards the soul of the Tongtian Tower."
"—I'm obsessed with your soul."
The footsteps stopped, and the teacher stood in the center of the hall.
At this time, he could already see the other party's livid face, tightly pursed lips, and the protruding meridians on the back of his hand.
He saw the pain and hesitation of Chu Wanning, his breath was completely relaxed, and slowly, he became calm again: "The soul has not been reborn, and it is still in the corpse of Xianjun. So he was extremely stubborn towards you after he was resurrected, and as for Master Mo... you should also feel that he didn't care so much for you when he was just reborn. His affection for you came back later."
While talking about these dusty truths, the teacher stared at the changes in Chu nightning's expression.
"Tao Xianjun has the most stubborn love for you in his previous life."
He noticed that Chu nightning's fingertips were trembling slightly, so he licked his lips and took a step forward like a snake, his voice confusing.
"Master, look, now I only need the last thirty people. With thirty people, I can change the life of the ink. Would you like it?"
The wind was blowing outside, and the group of demons danced wildly.
He was waiting for Chu Wanning's answer, he thought, what a good deal this is.
The man in front of him seems to be cold and out of the dust, but in fact, his two lives have been ruined by the word deep love.
He was confident that he would agree.
After waiting for a while, Chu nightning lowered his eyes, and no one could see what his expression was: "...You said that there is still a soul in his body."
"Um."
"Offer the last thirty people and let him pave your way home. Are you going to let him go?"
"That's it."
"..." Chu nightning did not answer immediately, but muttered, "So after I saw him, many of the words he said came from his sincerity."
People with weak underbelly are very persuasive, even if it is the Big Dipper Immortal Venerable.
The teacher was almost in control, and he became more relaxed. He said: "Yes, it's all his sincerity. Although he is not the original complete ink burning, at least there is still a soul, at least he still has his own. consciousness."
"Master, listen to me once." He gently advised, "Don't do it. You, me, and him, the three of us will be much better off."
Chu nightning still didn't look up, he sighed: "... Shi Mingjing."
"Um?"
"Do you still remember the last wish written on the apprentice sticker when you entered the apprentice's door?"
Being asked so ignorantly, the teacher was a little dazed, but he thought about it and replied: "Wang Meng pity, you have to have a home."
After he finished speaking, he felt a little ominous and added: "However, at that time, I really wanted to treat Master as a family member, and I was not talking about the return of the beauty seat..."
Chu nightning did not deny it, and asked: "Then do you know what his wish was when the ink burned to the teacher?"
"… what is it."
Chu nightning finally raised his eyes, he looked at the teacher, his eyes gradually became very cool, and the coolness was even much deeper than the beginning.
"He said that he wants to have a magic weapon like Tianwen. In this way, more lives can be saved."
This man was plain and calm, and finished his lover's old wish like a commonplace. Then when the teacher hadn't reacted, he saw the golden light in the hall, and the powerful spiritual power was like a huge wave breaking through the air, and others couldn't get close to half a step!
The teacher suddenly returned to God and shouted sharply:
"Chu nightning!!!!"
Twisted and sharp screams pierced through the roof tiles and flew.
"Chu nightning! Are you crazy?!! You are crazy!!!"
The teacher was desperate and furious. He tried his best to move towards the white-clothed man in the center in the strong light that stabbed people, and Mu Yanli was helping him, supporting him, and persuading him.
But what's the use of that.
"Crack, corpse. Collect, coffin!"
"Don't! Stop!!! You stop for me!!" Hearing the voice of Chu Wanning in the golden wind, the teacher became more and more crazy, and his eyes were broken.
However, the golden light came and went, and the scorching brilliance just now pierced into the pupil, dazzling with mottled light spots. everything is over.
The wind stopped.
Dead silence.
The pale-faced Chu nightning stood, describing the withered Shi Mingjing kneeling.
The spiritual power gradually died out.
After a while, they all heard the sound of rumbling and dull ground movement in the direction of the back mountain in the distance - that should be the sound of the corpse of Emperor Stepping Immortal being cracked into powder.
The teacher stared at Chu nightning, and many fierce emotions were left in the face after the battle. His hatred and anger were cracked, and there was a trace of fear in the cracks.
He didn't even know what he was afraid of. Fear of being able to kill the burning Chu nightning with your own hands? Afraid of the road ahead? Fear... Fear of something.
It seems to be the end.
The teacher finally murmured: "... Dead?... He... dead?"
"Chu nightning, you killed him... He once stopped in front of you in Honglian Shuixie, begging me to do it to him, not to you... But you actually killed him... You were cruel..."
The fear turned into a wild laughter in the end, although he didn't mean to laugh at all, but he just raised his head and laughed, Mu Yanli cried beside him, and kept persuading him: "Anan... Enough... Enough now…”
The teacher just smiled, smiled and laughed, tears fell in two lines, golden, and fell to the ground.
"He's dead. Treading Xianjun is dead... Very good, it's over. Chu nightning, you can afford to lose, you are heartless, you can afford to play."
Chu nightning stood in the same place, without any expression.
He is like a corpse, he is a corpse.
"Master, I underestimated you."
The teacher's voice trembled.
"You're more ruthless than I thought."
Chu nightning was motionless, as if he had lost the last heat.
He once thought that Mo Ran had left the world, but he knew a moment ago that there was still a soul and a body in this world, and a fragmented ink rain.
But he also crushed the shards into ashes.
Yes, he is heartless, he is irrefutable.
That boy, that young man, that man, that laughing and annoyed, complete or broken lover. The only lover in the world who does not fear him, respects him, and tolerates him, the lover who uses his own flesh and blood to block disasters for him.
The one who replaced him and was swallowed up by the Eight Sufferings and Everlasting Sorrows replaced him and became the Lord of Darkness, the tyrannical monarch.
When he was less than sixteen years old, he gave everything he had to protect his fool.
never come back.
"I want to save more earthworms when it rains."
"Master, Lihuabai, please drink."
"The apprenticeship ceremony I gave you was ugly... Ugly, ugly, ugly."
Night Ning. I miss you.
He once learned to write with a smile on his face, and he was able to secure thousands of mansions and shelter the world's poor people with joy.
"Repay your kindness, don't take revenge."
But in the sea of blood and corpse, he floated and sank for two lifetimes.
don't hold grudges... don't hold grudges...
"I don't have any ambitions either. I've learned spells well, and when something happens, I can save more people..."
That is the wish that Mo Ran said to Chu Wanning seriously when he was young and sober.
He had hoped so earnestly at that time that if only more people were alive.
Before he fell into the position of stepping on the fairy, he used to work so hard and persistently to love every beautiful life, and was even willing to give his soul to be grateful and protect everyone who had treated him well.
"Although I'm stupid, I will try my best to learn. If I try my best, Master won't blame me for being stupid, haha."
In the memory, the young man scratched his head and smiled, so he showed his softness to Chu Wanning. At that time, his brilliant dimples seemed to be full of pear blossoms, and he was drunk all his life.
Chu nightning closed his eyes.
His hands finally trembled.
In the blur and dizziness, there seemed to be a breeze blowing across his face, kissing his moist eyelashes. He seemed to hear Ta Xianjun's voice, which was rare and gentle. The voice stroked the auricle and sighed softly on his temples:
Fame, wishes, blood, flesh, heart, soul, corpse, ashes.
I'm sorry, I only have so much, all sacrificed.
I tried my best.
Wanning, you have to take good care of yourself...
He opened his eyes abruptly and raised his head, the phoenix's eyes were already filled with mist. In this emptiness, he seemed to really see the wisps of the soul of Step Xianjun floating in front of his eyes, his eyes were gentle and handsome, and his smile was both happy and sad.
"Ink... burns..."
The soul that should be as pure as a cold plum exudes a radiant light, he leaned over to embrace him, kissed him, leaked out of his outstretched palm, and finally scattered in his arms like a short-lived flower.
"Oh no!!"
Suddenly, Tianyin Pavilion rushed in and shouted frantically, "It's not good!!"
Mu Yanli was the only calm person in the room. She turned back with tears in her eyes and said sternly, "I know that something happened to Ta Xianjun, don't—"
"What?" The disciple was stunned for a moment, then stomped his feet for unknown reasons, "It's not stepping on Xianjun! It's at the foot of the mountain! All the sects in the upper and lower cultivation world have attacked together!!"