No wonder Ye Wangxi was contemptuous, this Mei Hanxue was the "eldest brother" who made countless female cultivators jealous at that time in Taohuayuan.
I thought it was a powerful person, but who knew that it was a little white-faced who lived by skin, Nangong Si suddenly lost interest again, and turned around to kill the enemy.
Mei Hanxue glanced at Xue Meng, and there was some helplessness in her eyes, but she ignored him, but lowered her eyebrows and plucked the strings several times. Hundreds of monks in the Snow Palace listened to the sound of the piano and scattered—
"In the piano department, play Yaoguang music; in the pipa department, perform a dance."
Following his order, those who played the piano and played the strings instantly changed their movements, and countless rushing sounds of gold and stone gathered in the air, resounding through the clouds.
For a while, the ghosts stared blankly, but they all stopped fighting, stretched their necks in the same place, and stared blankly.
Seeing this situation, Li Wuxin remembered that the people who walked in the Snow Palace in Kunlun were not only good at music, but also knew how to repair the enchantment. He was overjoyed and raised his head and shouted, "Nephew Mei, can you mend this crack?"
Mei Hanxue didn't care that his "Nephew Mei" was disgusting, and only replied: "The sky leak of the endless hell cannot be filled by my power."
"Ah, this..." Li Wuxin's face turned pale, and he finally sighed, "Alas!"
"Hanxue, Caidie Town is surrounded by enchantments, can you guard it?"
The person who spoke was Xue Zhengyi, who had always been on good terms with Taxue Palace because of the summit of life and death. When Mei Hanxue saw the familiar elders, she first bowed with her pipa in her arms, and then said, "You can give it a try."
"That's great!" Xue Zhengyi said, "Go guard the enchantment of the four directions, and don't let the sneaks rush outside. Then call Yuheng back-"
"Elder Yuheng?"
"Ah, looking at my memory, I forgot that you've never met Yuheng. But it doesn't matter, you already know it from the past, it's the person who is guarding the barrier."
"Okay." Mei Hanxue was quite calm, and the sword swayed, like a meteor, flying to the edge of Caidie Town.
Nangong Si took three arrows and shot them in three directions. When the bowstrings hummed, they saw Mei Hanxue flying like a fright, and the people in the Snow Palace were disturbing the enemy with the sound of the piano. They couldn't help being surprised and said to Ye Wangxi: "This People are so powerful, how can you say that you are a little white face who fights by women?"
"… "
Ye Wangxi was also quite puzzled, but at this time, his sneaky actions were slowing down, which was to kill a good opportunity, so he didn't think about it too much, and only said to Nangong Si, "It was about the right move at the time, he didn't use all his strength", and then he focused on Yu Zhan the enemy, no more words.
The ten major sects, at this time the four have arrived, and they are no longer so embarrassed to deal with Tiancha, but they are still very difficult.
Although the dead souls on the ground were stagnant due to the sound of the piano on the snow palace, there were more fierce roars in the blood of the ghost world. Everyone in the Snow Stepping Palace stood in mid-air, and they could not separate their hands to protect themselves when playing music. Therefore, those evil spirits rushed to the Pipa and Guqin arrays in the four directions of the clouds.
The people in the Snow Stepping Palace had to divide a part and play the music of the Royal Array. As a result, the sound of retreating the enemy and exorcism suddenly weakened a lot, and the fierce spirits on the ground suddenly surged like ants.
What is even more terrifying is that, as the gate of the ghost world opened wider and wider, some high-level ghosts in shackles, because they absorbed a large amount of Yuan Yang from the human world, actually broke away from their confinement and rushed into the mortal world.
These ghosts are different from before. Their bodies and resentful spirits are one, they are more violent, and their spiritual power is higher. Ordinary monks can't stop them alone, and even the single disciples were overturned by their palms, and the bones and claws suddenly slammed. Insertion of living chest lungs—
puff!
Blood splattered everywhere, and the cultivator's heart full of spiritual energy was chewed up by these high-level fierce spirits, and the blood and water kept sliding down the rotten face of the fierce spirits.
With the remains of flesh and blood in his mouth, the fierce spirit is even stronger, and slams into the crowd, looking for new prey to bite like a cheetah.
All of a sudden there was chaos!
Xue Zhengyi shouted: "Let's form a group, don't run around, don't be alone!"
But there are still panicked people running around crying and screaming. The smell of blood in the air is getting heavier and heavier, the tide of evil, the tide of dead people...
Nangong Si was drawing a bow and drawing a string and fighting happily, when suddenly a hanged ghost stuck out a blood-red tongue, wrapped around his waist suddenly, and stabbed his claws straight at his chest.
Ye Wangxi was far away, and when he looked back, his face that had always been calm suddenly turned pale—
"A Si!!"
"Son!"
At a critical juncture, Song Qiutong grabbed his saber and slammed into the hanged ghost's arm. But she hadn't even killed anyone before, let alone such a hideous ghost, she was so frightened that she let go of her hand when stabbed with a sword, and the long sword fell to the ground with a clatter.
The Hanged Ghost slammed a blow at her in rage, Nangong Si retracted his bow and changed his sword, blocked in front of her, and shouted to her: "You stay away, go quickly."
Song Qiutong burst into tears and said, "Qiutong's life was saved by Confucianism, how can he leave at this time..."
Nangong Si is not good at dealing with women, but seeing her weak body, firm eyes, and a move in her heart, she couldn't help but curse, "Ye Wangxi!!"
"Ye Wangxi! Come over here! Protect her for me!"
Ye Wangxi came bathed in blood, his handsome face was full of stains, he grabbed Song Qiutong's arm and said sternly: "Go to Senior Brother Qin, don't run around."
"If I don't go, I can still help." She pleaded, "Young Master, I want to stay by your side."
"Ye Wangxi, you protect her!"
Ye Wangxi's face suddenly became ugly. He is such a gentleman, and it is rare to have such an angry look.
"Nangong Si." Every word between your teeth was trembling and broken, "I think you've lost your head."
After that, he ignored the two of them, swept up with his sword, and hid in the rolling corpses.
There are more and more high-level ferocious spirits, and they are mixed in the crowd, like a sharp knife piercing the belly of a fish, peeling off the scales, the sticky and shiny scales are dyed with red blood, floating up and down.
Everyone becomes overwhelmed with self-care, and evil spirits surround the living, wanting to tear them apart and drag them into the endless hell. The three people, Mo Ran, Xue Meng, and Shi Mei, faced each other with their backs and resisted the Quartet, but the circle became narrower and narrower. With a swipe, Xue Meng cut off the arm of a fierce spirit, and the blood was high.
The attacking sneaky saw that this person was tyrannical, so he went around and rushed to the teacher's side. The teacher's hands were sealed, but due to the weakening of the strength, the water and light array was dark and bright...
Seeing that it was difficult to resist, the ink burned his heart and said: "Master, you open a defense, and Xue Meng hides in."
"What?" Xue Meng was furious when he heard it, "You want me to be a shrinking bastard?"
"Listen to me and hide in! It's time to compete, can we kill so many ghosts?"
The teacher said: "A burning what are you going to do?"
"Don't ask more, do as I say." Mo Ran slowed down, "It's okay."
The encirclement gradually became narrow, and the ink burned urged: "Hurry up, it will be too late."
The teacher had to transform the spell, raise a blue guarding light array, and cage himself and Xue Meng in it. When the ink burned, he suddenly took out his sleeve arrow, wiped his palm, and sprinkled the rolling blood on the formation to leave his own spiritual power. Then his eyes were blazing, and he snorted: "Not working yet?!"
Hearing the sound of the ghost, the flames are flourishing, and every willow leaf is wrapped in blood-red aura, like a sharp knife falling on the vine, the whole section of the willow vine suddenly extends out of the zhang, and the ink burns and closes his eyes, and the mind is Chu Wanning The appearance of using the ultimate move several times, when he opened his eyes again, there were countless ferocious faces reflected in his eyes.
He held the **** volley and took a blow, and the sparks exploded and splashed around.
The ink burned and raised his hand, and the clothes were hunting.
At that moment, his figure seemed to overlap with the figure of Chu Wanning in his mind, and the movements of the two people were almost the same.
"wind."
Destruction! The sky is low!
The two people behind Mo Ran only saw a huge scarlet light array like a red lotus in hell blooming, and the strong wind passed the ground like thousands of shadowless knives. Wherever they passed, sand and gravel flew, and countless fierce spirits were swept into the air by the rippling waves, and they were instantly smashed into minced meat! !
Chu night Ning Tian asked the "wind" of group killing.
Ink burning has learned nine points similar...
The gust of wind gradually subsided, and the surrounding area was vast, with no bones or armor left.
Looking back, Xue Meng and Shi Yan were full of astonishment on their faces, and the ink burned too late to be happy. They only felt that their studies were far from good enough on weekdays. If they could immediately restore the cultivation base of the year, there would be a shortage of ghosts in this area, and where would they be? Let them be so stretched.
"Look over there!"
Suddenly someone in the distance shouted like this.
Everyone raised their heads in unison, but saw several sword-wielding formations with different clothes and different auras attacking from several directions in the sky.
The fissure of the endless hell finally alarmed all the sects in the upper cultivator world. With the light sword falling to the ground, or the people in Linlingyu are beautiful and beautiful, or the master of Wubei Temple is solemn... .
The people from the ten major sects have finally arrived.
More powerful fierce spirits are still being born, like the endless tide of locusts, but with the sudden increase of monks, the scene is gradually no longer at a disadvantage.
At the same time, the alternation of Mei Hanxue and Chu Wanning's spiritual power was finally completed.
The edge was handed over to Mei Hanxue to guard, Chu night Ning Yufeng walked, and swept to the core of the fierce battle.
He raised his head and glanced at the crack in the sky that had been fully opened, and there was some kind of huge and terrifying evil power behind it.
Chu nightning can almost feel the madness of that kind of power, like drinking thousands of blood plasma and drinking the brains of billions of creatures...
If the enchantment is not sealed again, I am afraid that some kind of giant evil spirit suppressed in the endless hell will break free and come to the world!
Chu nightning couldn't help but think, is it that the person behind the scenes, working hard, wants to put a giant in purgatory into the red dust
But what is he planning
"Master!"
The teacher called him anxiously.
Chu nightning heard the voice and turned his face.
The scene from the previous life overlapped again.
"Master!"
At that time, the teacher also called him so.
Chu nightning heard the voice and turned his face.
In the snow, the teacher was panting, covered in blood, but his eyes were very firm: "Master is going to mend this crack?"
"Um."
"But this... This is not an ordinary Tianhen, this is a crack in the endless hell, how can you resist, Master?"
"… "
"I'm here to help Shizun. I have learned the art of guarding in Peach Blossom Garden, so I won't hold back Shizun..."
The conversation between the two who decided life and death years ago seemed to be in my ears.
Mo Ran was frightened, and the scalp was almost numb. He suddenly dragged the teacher behind him and slammed it into Xue Meng. He said loudly: "Xue Ziming, look at him! Look at him!"
Xue Meng opened his eyes wide: "Where are you going, dog thing?"
"I… "
The wind is blowing, and the four fields are fishy and sweet.
There is no snow in the sky, and everything is different from the previous life.
The ink burning eyes fell on the bewildered teacher, and the heart was sour and relieved.
This enchantment cannot be made up by Chu Wanning alone.
But apart from their few apprentices, no one is familiar with Chu Wanning's spiritual qi and heart method, and can cooperate with him seamlessly, so this robbery must be left alone.
Shuofeng is angry, Wanli Xiao kills.
The ink burned his heart suddenly, took the teacher and held him directly in his arms for the first time, paused for a while, and then pushed it away suddenly.
teacher.
The one who died this time was probably me.
"I'm going to help Shizun seal the enchantment." The ink burned sonorously, and there was an undeniable determination in his tone. He narrowed his eyes and took a deep look at the teacher.
Suddenly, he doesn't want to care about what others think, doesn't care that Xue Meng is next to him, doesn't care that he will be rejected, he waited for two lifetimes and loved him for two lifetimes, and now he is leaving, maybe he can't come back. He stood in the gale, wanting to have a few last words with his beloved.
"Master, in fact, I..."
But when he was about to head, when Fang opened his mouth, the howl of the evil beast drowned out his voice again.
The impulse that rolled like lava gradually cooled in this freezing moment, and finally ceased.
"Aran, what do you want to say?"
Mo Ran suddenly passed the reflection of the previous life, and under the half-rolled warm curtain, was the gentle smiling face of the teacher.
So cruel.
He remembered for a lifetime, from birth to death, Bi Luo Huangquan.
Mo Ran's eyes were slightly red, but he smiled.
"It's nothing, I won't say good things a second time."
Teacher: "You..."
"I'm going to help Shizun. After I come back... If I still want to tell you."
After that, he turned and swept towards Chu nightning.
The teacher will not die.
At least not die in front of him.
Mo Ran suddenly felt that the sky was high and the earth was wide, and the figure in the white clothes flying in front of him was the end of the rebirth in this life.
His master has always had the world in mind.
When the teacher died, in order to complete the final filling, in order to eliminate those rampant ghosts, Chu nightning chose to leave ruthlessly.
This time, the person who repaired the enchantment changed himself. Chu nightning is so contemptuous of himself, hates himself, and will not let the reputation of his Beidou Xianzun not be used to fulfill the life and death of an insignificant little person.
"Master."
He stood before him. Ghostly light in the hand.
"This world is hard to make up, I'll help you."
The situation was in danger, Chu nightning glanced at him, noncommittal, that is, the default.
He leaped up to the sky, standing in the corner of Chen's house, and the ink burned and jumped up.
Chu nightning said: "Formation, watch."
The ink burned according to his intention, raised his hand at the same time with him, the two of them were left and right, and the fingers were condensed on the curse of the enchantment, and slowly raised.
"Squad away!"
With this low voice, the spiritual power of the two suddenly surged out of their bodies. They stood their ground and worked together to form an ever-expanding golden-red enchantment.
The enchantment touched the fierce spirit that just poured out. The fierce spirit was like being burned by the fire, screaming and returning to the eyes of the ghost world. The enchantment became clearer and clearer, and the light array became more and more dazzling. Under their feet, two high platforms of dragons formed by spiritual spells were raised, dragging the two to the top of the sky.
The ghost eyes slowly closed under the force of the golden red light array, but they seemed unwilling, and the resentment inside was even worse.
Every inch they closed, the suffocating suffocating energy inside became stronger. When the two of them were only a few miles away from the barrier, the evil spirit inside was almost realized.
After the rebirth of the ink burning, the body gradually felt that there seemed to be millions of weights on the shoulders, and the chest was more like pressing a huge boulder, unable to breathe.
On the other side, Chu nightning's spiritual power is stable and powerful, and it is continuously output.
One inch, another inch.
The evil winds between heaven and earth have gathered together, turning into sharp knives and sharp blades, lingering every inch of his flesh and blood.
"Master..."
As his consciousness gradually blurred, he seemed to see the scene from that year again.
The teacher and Chu nightning joined hands to repair the formation. The closure of the yin and yang worlds is only in a moment. Those who can't return to the sun see that the strength of the teacher's side is weak, so they all converge in one place and slaughter towards the teacher.
"Wow!"
In just an instant, the teacher who did his best to maintain the balance of the enchantment was pierced!
The repeat is so-so, almost nothing has changed.
It's just this time, the people who are punished by thousands of ghosts have changed to ink burning.
At the crack of the sky, the black evil spirit pierced through the heavy clouds, and penetrated the ink-burning chest in an instant. The ink-burning only felt a tinge of blood in front of him, and when he came back to his senses, he understood that it was the blood spurting out of his chest.
In such a suffocating airflow, he turned his face with difficulty, but when he saw that Chu nightning was dressed like snow, his expression was cold, and he didn't give himself half of the light.
Countless resentments surged in his chest.
Always hate.
He fell from the high platform of Panlong, blood oozing from the corners of his lips, and his chest was red and flaming.
The fall is actually very fast, but suddenly it feels so long, as if the drowned person is gradually sinking into the bottom of the sea, and the private voice of the world can no longer be heard.
Chu nightning, did not raise his hands to each other.
There is no blocking.
He didn't even bother to look at him.
When he fell, the red spiritual power was suddenly missing. Chu nightning, like the previous life, chose to use up all the spells, and burned the enchantment that had not been completed, with the power of one person—
Snapped shut!
But the evil spirits left in the world lost the nourishment of the ghost world's yin qi, and instinctively felt restless, becoming more and more violent, angering the monks against each other, killing the flesh and blood in the blink of an eye, and the array of how many sects collapsed in an instant.
Chu nightning fell from the air. When the ink burned down, the dragon column below formed a layer of light to protect him, and he fell to the ground without breaking his bones.
But the entire chest cavity was penetrated by the evil spirits, and the blood flowed all over the ground, but it was no different from that of the teacher.
Chu nightning slammed back the fierce spirits that rushed towards the ink, and backhanded a barrier, protecting the ink in it.
"Master..."
The person behind seemed to murmur slightly like this.
"Are you going..."
The ink burned and coughed blood, but there was a smile on his face.
"Are you leaving again?"
Outside the golden and brilliant enchantment, the figure of the man was still standing with his back to him, the ink burned and opened his mouth, but there was a big mouthful of sweetness in his throat.
"Chu nightning, are you made of wood? You won't be sad, you're not selfish, right..."
"Chu nightning..."
"Chu nightning..."
He felt that his eyes became more and more blurred. After the fierce battle, he had already been wounded all over his body, his forehead was ripped out somewhere, and blood flowed down to his eyes, and as he looked up to the sky, he laughed wantonly, almost crazy. Inside, blood and tears rolled down.
He choked and said: "Chu nightning, look back! Look at me... Do you still want to leave... "
Look at me again.
I am going to die.
When the teacher was in the past, you, anyway, looked at him for the last time.
you…
Is it real…
Don't like me at all? Don't look down on me at all
Otherwise, why don't you even look at me for the last time, why don't you ever look back.
"Master..."
Tears filled with blood.
In the last impression, outside the golden barrier, the back of the man was alone in white, walking away alone.
He went to slay evil.
It turned out that in his heart, anyone in the world... was more important than Mo Weiyu.