Fusu saw Qing Yaoyin's sapphire-colored robes of the Minshan Sword Sect, and saw clearly that he was unkempt, and even had messy hair similar to a beggar. He knew that among the practitioners of the Minshan Sword Sect, only the cultivator of gods and demons in the rumors was so untidy.
Although that man spent all his energy on studying strange beasts, he was actually proficient in pharmacology. He and Ren Tu Geng Ren were good at using poison and the other was good at medicine, and they were the best in the world.
Fusu knew that the injury in his body was getting better now, so naturally it could only be that this person took medicine.
This kind of medicine is very soft and comfortable, but looking at Qing Yaoyin, Fusu felt even more painful in his heart, and he said in great pain: "Senior, could it be that some personal grievances will destroy the entire Minshan Sword Sect? Are you dragging it in with the entire dynasty?"
"This is not a matter of personal grievances, this is the truth."
Qing Yaoyin looked at the suffering Great Qin Prince calmly, and said: "Wang Jingmeng relies on the entire Bashan sword field, if he wants to steal the country and seize Yuanwu's throne, it is very easy. This is for faith and brotherhood. And the ethics of the world. However, Zheng Xiu rebelled against him, Yuan Wu killed him, and destroyed the Bashan sword field. This messes up the relationship between husband and wife and the righteousness of friends. If father and son, husband and wife, brothers, relatives and friends do not care about reason. What kind of world is this? ? To avenge my brother, this is not a matter of dragging the entire Minshan Sword Sect and the entire dynasty into it, but it is a matter of living in the world and always being reasonable."
Fu Su couldn't refute, the more he knew about what happened back then, the closer he was to the truth, the more painful he was.
Because he couldn't figure it out, how could his royal father do such a thing back then
"No one likes to fight."
Qing Yaoyin looked at him and said, "Especially no one likes to fight at the risk of being killed, so you must first understand why people fight like this."
Fusu breathed hard. He saw the ascetic monk of Donghu sitting on the side like a dead tree, Qian Tomb who looked younger than himself, and Tantai Guanjian, Ding Ning, and Changsun Qianxue. .
These people are naturally the best in the world, but after this series of battles, everyone's situation is extremely bad, it can be said that they look very miserable. He was even more speechless when he thought about the reason why these people who could hide from the world and live well by relying on their cultivation should fight like this.
Then he didn't see the young dragon curled up in Changsun Qianxue's long sleeves, but he saw a dozen flying snakes entrenched in the dusty mountain on one side, looking at the dozens of dragons that originally belonged to Jiaodong County. However, he seemed to submit to the people beside him, and his heart was suddenly shocked.
…
Night owl is not dead yet.
He is still in a dying state.
At this time, beyond the thousand dust mountains, there are traces of practitioners everywhere, and any practitioner can easily kill him, just as insignificant as crushing an ant.
However, it doesn't make sense to kill him or not at this time, not to mention that as the initiator of this killing situation that may change the entire world, coupled with his identity and the price paid for it, many practitioners will not Let him die contemptuously.
At this moment, standing beside him was a practitioner from Jiaodong County wearing a yellow robe.
This Jiaodong County practitioner is a very old woman with wrinkles enough to absorb a bowl of rainwater, and she holds a bony whistle in her hand.
Behind her stood several practitioners wearing the same yellow robes.
Seeing the last few shadow trails of flying snakes thrown into the thousand dust mountains, her eyes were filled with infinite emotion.
"Are you satisfied?"
She asked Ye Xiao softly.
Ye Xiao was speechless, but there was a look of satisfaction and gratitude in his eyes.
He devoted his life and everything left in his family, and Jiaodong County has also invested the efforts of many generations.
With so many flood dragons entering the formation, even if the people inside are not dead, there shouldn't be much strength left.
The rest of the matter is naturally just the final harvest.
A rich red color began to appear in his somewhat slack pupils.
A practitioner in a bright red robe appeared here, before him and the old lady from Jiaodong County.
This is an old man with white beard and hair.
There was a strange look of violence and disbelief on his face.
When the old man appeared in front of him, Ye Xiao's eyes were filled with more satisfaction.
Few people in the world of practitioners like to wear bright red robes.
One is that this color is too warm and ostentatious. Wearing red is tacky and too conspicuous. In some battlefields, it is easy to attract the attention of the enemy and become the first target to be killed.
Even in Changling, some majestic official robes are made of dark red or dark red, and purple red.
However, when Wang Jingmeng entered Changling that year, the last practitioner who appeared before Wang Jingmeng, and the one who appeared in the eyes of everyone present at that time, was the same Dahongpao.
A raging fire gushed out from such a big red robe, enveloped Wang Jingmeng, and devoured and burned all the spilled blood of Wang Jingmeng as if alive, burning the dead Wang Jingmeng until there was no dust left Next, clean and dry.
Dahongpao is the master of fire.
The suzerain of the Lihuo sect.
According to the legend, when Wang Jingmeng's body was finally burned, the Lihuozong was also completely wiped out by some strong men in the Bashan Sword Field. It was also reported that he had been killed, but it could not be verified in the end.
Now this old man is Master Agni.
He is still alive, so naturally he did not die that year.
Back then, he was arranged to take the last shot and burn everything, naturally out of the fear of Yuan Wu and Zheng Xiu.
Neither Yuan Wu nor Zheng Xiu knew the secret of the Nine-Death Silkworm, and had heard of some stories about the Nine-Death Silkworm, but they didn’t even know whether Wang Jingmeng had practiced the Nine-Death Silkworm, so to be on the safe side, a practitioner like him was simply needed , can make Wang Jingmeng not even a trace of blood left.
However, something went wrong.
Master Raging Fire couldn't figure out what went wrong. This fear of the unknown made him a little violent and uneasy, but one thing was certain, he would never let the people in this mountain of dust grow up again.
As far as Yuan Wu and Zheng Xiu are concerned, even if they are not 100% sure, at least they need to make things more secure.
Therefore, Master Raging Fire alone is no longer enough.
After the Dahongpao appeared, another practitioner slowly appeared on this hill.
This cultivator was wearing a plain white robe, but because his body exuded a kind of dead air that only practitioners who practice ghosts and ghosts possessed, and he was holding a white bamboo staff, so It looked like he was wearing mourning clothes.