The valley is already full of corpses and rivers of blood. Thousands of Yin soldiers are shuttled on the battlefield, exaggerating the darkness and death boundlessly. , pain, evil, fear, what is the difference between the world and hell
Looking at this tragic image, Zong Ziheng's field of vision gradually turned red, and his breathing almost stopped. Those monks who died here, corpses that were not yet cold, pools of blood that were not yet thick, how could they Innocent, I want to die in another country for the selfish desires of others!
All the evil causes and consequences, the countless debts, and so many lives that were lost in vain, all because of him, all because of this golden elixir in his belly! Looking back on his life, the mountain of guilt fell on his shoulders, and he was extremely embarrassed.
Zong Ziheng had a smile on his face, and he staggered forward.
Qi Mengsheng chased him out of the cave, but at this moment she was unable to do anything.
Zong Ziheng stood on the edge of the cliff, and shouted loudly: "Zong Zixiao—"
Zong Zixiao forced Xu Zhinan back with a sword, and then dodged Li Buyu's attack, leaped several times in the mountains, and fell back on the boulder.
He was injured, and there was blood on his face, and the blood dripped down the tip of his sword all the way to the ground. His pitch-black eyes already occupied most of his pupils, like two bottomless black holes, red veins spread on the whites of his eyes, and killing was the only emotion in it, so he stared at his elder brother with those inhuman eyes .
Zong Ziheng said in a trembling voice: "Stop it, how many people do you want to kill and how many crimes you have committed."
"They are the ones who want to kill me." Zong Zixiao showed a chilling grin, his expression was crazy like never before, "I want to kill them all, kill them all!" There was only one thought in his mind, and that was to kill them all. , kill, kill! Anyone who dared to stop him, who dared to block the way forward for him and his eldest brother, deserved to die.
"Your strength has a price, and this price will make you lose your soul." Zong Ziheng knew that Zong Zixiao had gone mad. In this battle, he absorbed too much aura of Yin Xiu, and no one knew the limit of that collapse. The time has come.
Zong Zixiao held the secret talisman tightly, and laughed wildly: "They are the ones who lost their souls!"
There were two lines of clear tears in Zong Ziheng's eyes, and there was no turning back. He said sadly: "I brought you up with my own hands. Since you didn't recognize the Lu family, then you are still a member of my Zong family. Today, I'm going to let you go." The ancestors of the Daimyo Zong clan, Qing, Li, Men, and Hu." With a violent cry, he used all his spiritual power to rush towards the curse seal on the spirit vein, and he did not hesitate to injure himself severely, breaking through the seal forcibly.
He only felt a strong contracture in the internal organs, the muscles, bones and meridians seemed to be torn apart, the severe pain rolled over his whole body, and a large stream of blood spewed out of his mouth.
Zong Zixiao was about to burst into tears. This world was smeared with blood beyond recognition, but in his eyes, it was not as red as the big brother's body. He stepped forward a few steps, reaching out to help him: "You..."
Zong Ziheng suddenly raised his hand, and the sword's edge reached Zong Zixiao's heart. His figure swayed a few times before he managed to stabilize himself. He wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, clenched the sword in his hand tightly, and stared at Zong Zixiao's eyes calmly.
Zong Zixiao looked at the sword that was only an inch away from his heart, and stopped his steps to get close to his elder brother. The hand that had been stretched out also drooped down, and finally clenched into a fist by his side.
Xu Zhinan, Li Buyu and Qi Mengsheng all gathered around, ready to go.
Zong Zixiao looked around, and finally, his dark eyes fell on his elder brother. Facing the crusade by the entire world of cultivating immortals, he never frowned once, but this person turned on him with swords, which made him feel pain and hatred, and even wanted to destroy everything.
"You're going to betray me again." Zong Zixiao's eyes were full of hatred, "Time and time again, for myself and for others, only I can discard at will."
"Zong Zixiao, remember this sentence, remember it for life and death. I, Zong Ziheng, have never betrayed you. But I do regret that I didn't stop you earlier." Zong Ziheng coughed up another mouthful of blood. In severe pain, he said firmly in a broken voice, "It begins with me, and ends with me." He raised his sword and attacked Zong Zixiao.
The three of Xu Zhinan also rushed forward.
Zong Zixiao let out a roar of a trapped beast, and danced with his long sword. The fierce sword energy was overwhelming, sweeping all directions, and forced the four people back for a while.
But in the end, he was outnumbered, and was soon blocked by the sword path, and began to retreat steadily.
Zong Ziheng chased and attacked fiercely, that was a desperate way of fighting, Zong Zixiao was so agitated that he almost went crazy, mixed with grief and anger, heart ashamed, a sharp and deadly sword qi attacked him mercilessly.
Zong Ziheng raised his sword to block, but was still thrown several feet away by the huge force, and his back hit the stone wall fiercely. He half-kneeled on the ground in pain, and forcibly broke through the spiritual veins. He was seriously injured and couldn't stand up for a while.
Zong Zixiao looked crazy, his pupils were almost occupied by black pupils, he looked up to the sky and screamed, Xuanyuan Tianji Talisman was shining brightly, and an endless stream of spiritual power poured into his body through the Tianji Talisman.
The number of Yin soldiers only increased, and the monks were almost at the end of their rope.
Zong Zixiao released a majestic spiritual pressure, poured it into the saber, and Zong Xuanjian's eighth heavenly gesture: "Wan Jian returns to Zong—"
A giant sword descended from the sky, and the sharp silver blade pierced into the ground under his feet, releasing a thunderous sword energy.
Li Buyu and Qi Mengsheng were severely injured by the blow, and even Xu Zhinan, who was dressed in gold and jade clothes, was broken from his vajra body by the sword energy. He had to give up his giant form and save his spiritual power to heal his injuries.
Zong Zixiao stood proudly on the top of the mountain and looked around. The scene of corpses lying on the mountain and blood flowing in the oars made him laugh out loudly and distortedly: "This is what will happen to you if you dare to disobey this deity. I will kill you all!" , I want to dig out your pills, I want to smash your bones to ashes, I want to slaughter the entire world of cultivating immortals—"
"Zong Zixiao."
A call came from my ear, the voice was clear and cold, flat and silent, like a clear spring flowing through the scorching battlefield, free from the troubles of the world.
Zong Zixiao turned his head to look at Zong Ziheng, and saw his eldest brother standing up again, even though his clothes were stained with blood, even though his face was as pale as paper, he straightened his back.
"Zong Zixiao, actually, you really should hate me." Zong Ziheng stared at him, "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be where you are today, and what you are today."
Zong Zixiao looked at his elder brother coldly.
"Fate makes people, I..." Zong Ziheng's eyes were clouded with tears, "Brother really tried his best."
That "big brother" made Zong Zixiao's heart tremble violently, and a gleam of clarity merged into his chaotic thoughts, accompanied by unreasonable fear invading his heart.
"But I have to stop you, you'll never get... my Dan."
Zong Zixiao's pupils contracted violently, and he watched Zong Ziheng raise the sword in his hand.
The family treasure of the daimyo Zong clan, the Zongxuan sword that can only be inherited by the emperor, has a blade like autumn frost and cuts iron like mud. Emperor, opened the three hundred years of royal hegemony.
This sword was used for the first time to slit Emperor Zong's throat.
"No-"
Blood spurted out, staining Zong Zixiao's entire world red
The black death energy in his eyes dissipated in an instant, he threw himself in front of his eldest brother, covered the hideous bloody mouth with his hands, poured his spiritual power wildly, and called "Big Brother" incoherently, the voice was full of hatred, There was anger, there was helplessness, there was pleading, his heart was ripped apart, his body was ripped apart, his soul was ripped apart.
Zong Ziheng's tears trickled down, mixed with the blood, varying in shades of each other, but generally heartbreaking. He didn't feel the pain, he felt the ease and freedom he had never had before. Looking at Zong Zixiao's crying face, he raised his hand with difficulty, trying to wipe away those tears.
At the last moment, he let go of all the evils and mistakes that Zong Zixiao blamed on him. He saw his Xiao Jiu again from this face, and he wanted to wipe away his tears for Xiao Jiu.
"I don't want your pill, I don't want your pill!" Zong Zixiao roared, "I only want you, I don't want your pill, brother, don't abandon me, don't abandon me again!"
Zong Ziheng exhausted all his strength and gently wiped Zong Zixiao's cheek with his thumb. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth and bubbles kept popping from his throat. He said with difficulty: "Brother... I'm sorry."
I'm sorry, big brother failed to protect you.
I'm sorry, we promised to be together forever, but my eldest brother left you again and again.
I'm sorry, big brother can't watch you do evil, and doesn't want to see you lose your soul, there is no other way.
Feeling that the life in his arms was passing irreversibly, Zong Zixiao felt that he was also heading towards death: "Don't abandon me." He cried and begged, "Brother, please, don't abandon me again."
Zong Ziheng showed a gentle and beautiful smile, he smiled like Zong Ziheng when he was a boy, his brows stretched, his eyes glowed clean and clear again, and he called: "Little Jiu... the next life... the next life , Forever and ever, we... shall never... see each other again."
Xiao Jiu, see you again.
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