"Chasing!!"
"It's already hurt, don't let it get away!"
"Follow up!!"
The monks shouted loudly, left the dilapidated glazed bamboo building, and chased the black dragon out of the bamboo forest. The four masters glanced at each other, nodded slightly, and Yu Jian followed.
"Molin..." Qiu Yutong looked at Xiaolong's hurriedly leaving figure, and for some reason, her heart twitched fiercely, and she almost wanted to run after him. Lu Xiao grabbed him and said sharply: "Master, calm down! It's just It's just a phantom, it's all over!"
Qiu Yutong came back to her senses, and murmured: "Yeah, it's all in the past... What should have happened, has happened."
But why do you feel so uncomfortable? Looking at Xiaolong's distressed back, it seemed that there was a big hand rubbing his heart fiercely, and it seemed that there was a heavy stone pressing heavily on his chest, making him almost unable to breathe... In a trance, Qiu Yutong couldn't bear it. Tightening Lu Xiao's skirt, the familiar and reassuring atmosphere of the little apprentice finally made him feel a little better.
Lu Xiao hesitated for a moment, then hugged him gently: "It's okay, it's okay. I think it is willing, if it were me, I would..."
He hesitated for a moment and did not continue.
Qiu Yutong couldn't hear what the other party was talking about, he was so dizzy that he could barely stand by relying on the strong and warm chest beside him.
Lu Xiao didn't say anything, just let him lean on him.
Qiu Yutong gasped for a few breaths, and finally regained some strength. He slowly raised his eyes, and looked at his little apprentice almost in bewilderment: "Why? Why is this completely different from the legendary story?"
"Master, you are too pure and kind, you don't understand, people's hearts are...very complicated." Lu Xiao said softly, "For the sake of great interests, for the sake of the strongest power, people can do anything, Anything can be made up."
Qiu Yutong stared at him blankly, and the surrounding scene gradually distorted again.
…
This is a huge lake that stretches as far as the eye can see, with rippling blue waves, full of spring, flying birds hovering, fish jumping, full of vitality.
It's just that by the emerald green lake, there are strands of blood floating.
On a rocky beach by the lake, a large group of monks gathered around something, discussing something.
"Dig the pill, it's the freshest at this time."
"It's not dead yet."
"Is it dead?"
"It seemed to move again just now."
"Don't worry about it so much! I've done it! This stinky bastard has hurt several people in our Sanhemen!"
"Master He Sect, wait a minute, we are encircling and suppressing the Demon Dragon this time, which faction has no dead people?! There is still a matter of who will dig this magic pill! Master Huikong, don't you think so?"
"Amitabha! In my opinion, this magic pill..."
Amidst the noisy disputes, Molin lay quietly on the rocky beach. The originally beautiful dark red scales peeled off a lot, revealing the hideous flesh and blood underneath, and the deep scars were white because of soaking in water. The dark golden eyeballs lost their brilliance.
The monks were also very embarrassed, and many people were injured. Someone had a bloody head, someone was blind in one eye, and someone whose face was half-scorched by the dragon flames was kicking Molin's body viciously: "Go to your mother's stinking beast! Grandpa will dig you up later!" The stinky magic pill, tore off your fire-breathing stinky mouth, let's see how proud you are!"
Mo Lin didn't seem to hear what he was saying at all, the whole dragon was sleepy and lifeless.
The crowd quarreled for a long time, but there was no result. Suddenly, several people exclaimed: "Someone is coming!"
"Yes...it's Amaterasu Cloud Sea!"
"Immortal Master Qing Heng... No, Qing Heng is here!"
Mo Lin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly lifted his spirits, and actually climbed up a little bit, and the dark golden pupils also formed a vertical line, which was frighteningly bright.
Qing Heng, Qing Heng is here! Qing Heng didn't want it! Ever since Qing Heng hid in the glazed bamboo building, it has been a long time since Qing Heng has not seen it... But, it is so ugly now that its scales are gone... Qing Heng likes its scales the most, and would hug it during naps in summer, It is said that the ice is cool and comfortable, but now that its scales have fallen off so much, will Qing Heng despise it? Do you think it's ugly
It doesn't want Qing Heng to see its ugly appearance... By the way, Qing Heng won't be able to see it when it transforms into a human form, and then it can secretly raise the scales back...
Thinking of this, Molin panted heavily, trying to pull up the last bit of strength, trying to transform into a human form. The scales on the upper body of the magic dragon gradually faded, revealing an extremely handsome humanoid appearance, but its injuries were too severe, the long dragon tail on the lower body could not turn into two legs no matter what, so I was so anxious Straight call.
At this moment, everyone was staring at the sky, the sky-blue spirit sword coming from the sky! Everyone looked extremely nervous, and no one paid attention to this little dragon that was desperately transforming into form.
"Swipe—" With a soft sound, Tianzhao Yunhai fell to the ground.
The monks dispersed involuntarily, and on the rocky beach, there was only a lone half-human, half-dragon left. It struggled desperately trying to transform itself, its bloody dragon tail slapped on the rocky beach, but it couldn't change at all. The legs looked embarrassed, flustered, and pitiful.
Qingheng Immortal Venerable slowly walked down from the spirit sword, his thick black long hair was in a mess, his plain robe was loose and dragged on the floor, his snow-white face was expressionless, he even forgot to take back Amaterasu Yunhai, he just stared blankly at A little dragon lying on the ground.
"Mo Lin, Mo Lin... Mo Lin!" He murmured the name he had personally chosen, almost stumbled and ran over, knelt down beside Xiaolong, tremblingly picked up the scarred upper body.
Among the hundreds of monks around, no one dared to step forward.
For a moment, the lakeside was eerily quiet.
Mo Lin opened his eyes wide, staring at the panting person in front of him, this person is so good-looking, yet so embarrassed, his thick black long hair is messy, his beautiful light-colored lips are trembling slightly, it forgot for a while My own ugly appearance, I just want to kiss that trembling lips comfortingly, or lick it... But before it gets close, I remember, this person doesn't like my kiss, and will be angry, And he is so ugly now.
Thinking of his own ugly appearance, Mo Lin suddenly flinched: "Qing Heng... Mo Lin has become ugly, but soon, soon the scales will grow back... Really, it only takes half a year, no no, only one month, no no No, only three days... ahem..."
As it was talking, it couldn't help coughing violently, and quickly pressed its lips together, swallowing the hot blood in its mouth, for fear of staining Qing Heng's white clothes.
Qingheng Immortal Venerable hugged it tightly, his originally crisp and pleasant voice was now hoarse: "Stop it, stop it, the ink scales are not ugly, they are beautiful."
"No, aren't you ugly?" Mo Lin's dark golden eyes lighted up slightly, then darkened again, "But, Qing Heng, Qing Heng doesn't let Mo Lin enter the house, doesn't let Mo Lin stay by Qing Heng's side, Mo Lin is so sad ... Mo Lin picks up stones for Qing Heng, but Qing Heng doesn't want it... Qing Heng still doesn't let Mo Lin kiss... woo woo... "
"As long as you are good, you can stay where you want. I want whatever you pick up... Whatever you want to do to me, you can do it... As long as you are good, as long as you are good, whatever It's all right." Qingheng Xianzun said tremblingly, two lines of tears flowed down.
"Really, really?" Mo Lin stared blankly at Qing Heng Immortal Venerable, as if he couldn't believe it, and then shook his head lightly, "But, Mo Lin is so tired... Mo Lin knows that Mo Lin is going to die, Qing Heng just, I'm just comforting Molin... woo..."
"No, you won't die, no..." Qing Heng shook his head desperately.
"If, if there is a next life, Molin wants to be a human... If he is a human being, he will understand a lot... a lot... Molin is a monster, he knows nothing, doesn't understand anything, Molin also wants to be sensible... wants to protect Qingheng... Woo..." Mo Lin murmured, his voice gradually lowered.
Its pupils are dilated.
Qing Heng stared blankly at those lifeless dark golden eyes, and his whole body gradually trembled. He was shaking so violently that none of the monks around dared to speak out.
After a long, long time, this Qingheng Immortal Venerable, who has always been indifferent and pure, suddenly raised his head to the sky, and let out a long howl that was almost inhuman: "Ah—"
The whistling sound was extremely shrill, full of extreme despair, full of monstrous resentment, full of accusations against heaven, and full of boiling... killing intent.
The monks couldn't help but took a step back.
But it was already too late, Immortal Qingheng summoned casually, and the sea of clouds from Amaterasu in the distance came to his hands with a "swipe-" sound!
This huge sky-level spirit sword, this sky-level spirit sword that has never hurt any cultivator, at this moment, with an incomparably cold light and a majestic killing intent like a mountain tsunami, is moving towards Everyone ran away! !
The dozens of monks who gathered around Mo Lin to discuss the pill digging just now cried out in pain! Some people were decapitated, some were cut across the waist, and some were cut off with arms and legs! In an instant, blood gushed out on the rocky beach, screamed again and again, and it was a mess! Several people were dead on the spot, and a few people dragged half of their bloody bodies, crawling around on the rocky beach, and their greasy intestines bleed all over the floor!
The rest of the people either exclaimed loudly, or fought with each other, or ran away!
"Qing Heng is crazy! Run!!"
"My God, my God!"
"He broke through forcibly, the foundation is unstable, don't be afraid!"
"We still have four major masters here, he is no longer able to do it!"
"Yes, yes, he is already at the end of his battle!"
Sure enough, after swiping his sword, Immortal Master Qingheng couldn't help but let out a "wow" and spit out a big mouthful of blood! He reluctantly stretched out his hand to recall Tianzhao Yunhai, his face was as white as paper.
"He vomited blood, everyone, the magic pill is right in front of you!"
"Yes, go!"
"He's gone!"
Everyone shouted loudly, but among the pushing and shoving, no one dared to take a step forward! After a long time, only four powerful monks came out slowly.
"The four masters have come out!"
"Huh, he killed so many people, the four masters will not let him go!"
"That's right, no matter how tyrannical he is, he still won't be able to do justice to the Heavenly Fiend Formation!"
"Kill the murderer, dig the magic pill!"
"Kill the murderer, dig the magic pill!"
Immortal Master Qing Heng held a sword in one hand and Mo Lin in the other, and vomited two more mouthfuls of blood. His whole body was in a daze. He heard the shouts of the crowd vaguely, and suddenly realized something.
Yes, magic pill.
Broken pills or death, it is possible to reincarnate, but if the magic pill falls into the hands of these people, once it is completely refined, Molin will not even have the chance to reincarnate... From then on, there will be no more ignorant little dragons in the sky and on the earth.
"Ahem..." Qingheng Xianzun coughed twice, barely swallowed a mouthful of warm blood, and swung his sword fiercely, forcing everyone to take two steps back, and then he stumbled to his feet, Holding Molin's body in both hands, driving Amaterasu Cloud Sea under his feet, he swept towards the lake crookedly!
A master sternly said: "He ran away, chase after me!!"
"He can't escape!"
"Show the Heavenly Fiend Array!!"
Immortal Venerable Qing Heng hugged Mo Lin's corpse, endured the severe pain in his dantian, and flew crookedly on Cuiweichun Lake under the control of Amaterasu Cloud Sea. The surface of the lake is extremely wide, with rippling blue waves, like a fairyland, but at this moment, where can they go alone
The illusion keeps twisting...
Several days later, under the Heavenly Fiend Formation of the heads of the four major sects, Qingheng Immortal Venerable was finally exhausted and had nowhere to escape. He hugged Molin's corpse tightly, floating in the center of the lake in a daze, his hair disheveled, his face covered in blood, and filthy.
"Qing Heng, put down that monster in your hand, I can give you a way to survive."
"Qingheng, just listen to Master Huikong's advice."
"Yes, shall we still harm you?"
"This seat also promises that as long as you hand over that dragon, this seat will never embarrass you."
"Amitabha!"
An old monk with a kind face tentatively took a few steps forward: "Qingheng, the sea of suffering is boundless, if you turn around, you will be right. As long as you hand over the monster, you will still be the Qingheng Immortal Venerable. I assure you."
Qingheng Immortal Venerable stared at him.
"Pooh!!"
All of a sudden, this immortal, who has always been very face-saving, innocent and kind, spat heavily on the old monk's face with a mouthful of bloody saliva!
The old monk was not angry, he didn't even wipe the spittle off his face, he just said indifferently: "Qing Heng, it seems that you don't want to eat the toast, you want to have a fine wine... You can't break the heavenly evil formation of the four of us. Yes, when the time comes, not only can't keep the magic pill, but also take my own life in vain, is it worth it? Amitabha!"
"It's true that I can't break the Heavenly Fiend Formation, but..." Qingheng Xianzun's mouth slightly curved, and then he raised his hand.
"You still want to fight?" The old monk frowned.
But Qingheng Xianzun didn't summon the sword, and the five fingers turned around slowly, aiming at his chest and abdomen dantian! The old monk suddenly realized something, his pupils suddenly constricted, and then slammed! !
But it was too late.
That sloppy, naive and deceitful Qingheng Immortal Venerable unexpectedly inserted five fingers into his chest viciously! Then directly crushed the powerful Yuan Dan in the sea of qi! !
"boom!!!"
The aftermath of the powerful monk's self-destruction set off a violent hurricane on the Cuiwei Spring Lake! ! All of a sudden, huge waves surged in, and the huge lake seemed to be boiling, and there were hardly any people in sight!
After a long, long time, the violent wind and waves gradually calmed down. The four masters disappeared, Immortal Qingheng disappeared, and Molin's corpse disappeared... and the originally rippling lake surface gradually shrouded in a layer of icy coldness. Misty, since then, the former Cuiwei Spring Lake has finally become Cuiwei Cold Pool.
In the silent center of the lake, Immortal Qing Heng hugged Mo Lin's corpse tightly. He closed his eyes quietly, with a slight smile on his pale face, as he gradually sank... The water was gloomy, and finally he couldn't see it anymore. gone.
Qiu Yutong stared at the dark bottom of the water in a daze, and suddenly there was a faint coolness on her face.
He reached out and touched it blankly, and his hands were wet with tears.
"Don't cry," Lu Xiao tried to comfort him, but his voice was inexplicably hoarse: "It's just an illusion, it's just an illusion..."
…
I don't know how long it took for Qiu Yutong to wake up gradually, but there is neither the Cangshan Green Bamboo Sea, nor the Glazed Terrace under the Moon, nor the Qingheng Immortal Venerable who broke the Yuan Pill, nor the magic dragon who died protecting the Lord. ... The two master and apprentice are still at the bottom of the dark cold pool, but for some reason, they can breathe freely.
Lu Xiao raised his right hand, holding a small animal in his hand: "The illusions just now were caused by it."
The animal was only the size of a palm, it looked like a soft slug, it had six tiny tentacles, and it was whispering softly: "Chi Chi Chi—"
"Is it... a mirage?" Qiu Yutong asked doubtfully.
"Well, it will confuse people with illusions, and then inhale people's anger. Those illusions just now were all created by it."
"However, the illusion created by the mirage, like the mirage, is real...how does it know those things?"
"I guess, maybe after Qingheng Immortal Venerable blew himself up, his remaining consciousness was absorbed by this mirage at the bottom of the lake, so it was able to create such a realistic illusion."
Qiu Yutong frowned, brought the little mirage over, and shook slightly: "Little demon, since you live at the bottom of the lake, do you know where Amaterasu Cloud Sea is? The sword with a large hilt is sky blue."
"Chichichi..." The little demon opened her eyes wide and struggled desperately.
Lu Xiao said coldly: "It doesn't seem to know anything. Anyway, I think it's a bit ugly, but after baking it, it might be quite greasy."
"?!" The mirage was trembling, pointing forward with its small front foot, "Chi Chi Chi!!"
Qiu Yutong and Lu Xiao looked at each other, followed the direction pointed by the mirage, and tried to swim forward. After an unknown period of time, a huge faint halo appeared in front of them.
When the two swam closer, they saw a spirit sword more than ten feet long deeply inserted into a black rock. The whole body of this gigantic spiritual sword was an ethereal azure color, and the blade was covered with a hazy light halo. It was so powerful that it was almost breathless.
The sky shines on the sea of clouds.
"This is... Tianzhao Yunhai?" Lu Xiao murmured.
"It should be." Qiu Yutong was overjoyed, and was about to step forward to draw his sword, when suddenly a huge thing swept across his waist without making a sound, and directly rolled him away!
Qiu Yutong was so strangled by that thing that he couldn't breathe, he struggled desperately, all he touched was cold and slippery, and densely packed with suckers! He couldn't help getting goosebumps all over his body, looking at it under the dim light of the sea of clouds from the sky, suddenly his hairs shivered!
The thing in front of him turned out to be a gigantic octopus!
This giant octopus is several feet in size, its smooth tentacles are as thick as a bucket, covered with thousands of suckers, and its two huge protruding eyes are like lanterns in the dark water, with a terrifying glow The shining green light!
Qiu Yutong suppressed his nausea and struggled to break free from the tentacle, but the octopus was so big that he was thrown so dizzy!
Suddenly, his whole body lightened, and the strength of the tentacles suddenly loosened. Lu Xiao said anxiously: "Master, I have restrained it, you go and draw your sword!"
In the blink of an eye, Qiu Yutong didn't have time to think about how his little apprentice managed to restrain the octopus. He just quickly pushed away the thick tentacles on his waist, tried his best to swim to the side of the sea of clouds, and held the sword hilt tightly with both hands. , and then pull it hard!
"boom!!!"
With a loud bang, "Amaterasu Cloud Sea", the top-ranked ancient spirit sword in the sword manual, was finally born again! The entire Cuiwei Cold Pool was shaken by it! !
With the violent turbulence of the water waves, the huge black reef suddenly burst open! A magic pill about the size of an inch slowly floated up from the gravel, and the faint blood-colored light made people's heart palpitate!
The author has something to say: Many years later
Xiaoxiao: Master, I remembered when I died in my previous life.
Qiuqiu (distressed): Xiaoer...
Xiaoxiao: At that time, did Master say that as long as I am alive, I can do whatever I want to you? Even this... is it okay
Qiuqiu:? ? ! !