Fan Wushi's Yujian flew into the air and flew in the direction of the Eastern Emperor Bell.
Jiang Qulian laughed loudly: "Today the Hades will perish."
Xie Bian also flew up, chasing after Fan Wushi.
The golden Donghuang Bell standing in the valley is already clearly visible. This ancient and powerful magic weapon has been guarding the barrier of Fengdu for hundreds of years. Without it, the demon king's destruction of the barrier was enough to destroy both humans and ghosts. Boundary, without it, what Jiang Qulian tore apart might not be just a gap.
Now that Zhong Kui has passed away, the Eastern Emperor Bell has no owner, and just stays in place silently. Once it is shaken, the consequences will be disastrous.
Fan Wuxi fell to the ground, caressing the warm brass ancient clock with his fingertips, and gently gliding over its carved texture.
Jie Bian stood not far away, his pupils constricted suddenly, and his chest heaved violently.
"Why did you keep that flower?" Fan Wuxi pursed his lips slightly.
"Don't touch the Eastern Emperor Bell." Xie Bian took a deep breath, "If Fengdu's enchantment is destroyed, the world will be destroyed."
"Why did you keep that flower?" Fan Wushi turned his head to look at Xie Bian, stared straight into the depths of his pupils, and asked stubbornly.
"...it's alive, why don't I stay."
"You became the emperor, and you could have planted orchids all over the Wuji Palace, but you kept one alone." Fan Wuxi's eyes became hotter, "Is it because I left it behind?"
Xie Bian's heart tightened, and he said indifferently, "Don't take yourself too seriously."
"When Zong Zhongming left the palace, you gave him enough treasures, Junlan sword and Dangshan lotus to establish a sect." Fan Wushi's breath also became a little confused, "Is this flower in your heart really true?" It's very important."
"It has nothing to do with you." He will never forget how he cared for this Dangshanhe plant during those years in the Promise Palace. He and Xiao Jiu have been brothers for more than ten years, and in the end all that was left to him was nothing but love. A flower, during the ten years when Xiao Jiu hadn't heard from him, he took good care of this flower, just like he once took good care of his beloved younger brother, this flower became his only sustenance and thoughts left, If it blooms leisurely, maybe Xiao Jiu is also living well in a corner of the world.
Even after waiting and thinking for ten years, what he was looking forward to was a Xiaojiu who only had hatred for him. This flower was still worth more than ten thousand gold in his heart, and it even became the little girl he could think of. Nine's last friendship to him.
Thinking of this, Xie Bian's heart ached so badly. The person and face in front of him reminded him too many unbearable past events, why bother to involve the only clean thing in their relationship now? Discord between.
"It has nothing to do with me? Dangshanhe has nothing to do with me, who else can it have to do with!"
Jie Bi said in peace, because you are not worthy to mention it, because it was left to me by my brother. He trembled and said: "What do you want to prove? Let me tell you, no matter what you want to hear or what you want to prove, you will never get what you want. Between you and me, there is no need to mention all the past. At this moment, here, you If you dare to move the Eastern Emperor Bell, you will step over my dead body."
Fan Wuxi's pupils shrank suddenly, and resentment surged in his chest: "If our past is not worth mentioning, why do you still stand in front of me? Why should I put aside my plans for you again and again? Zong Ziheng, you rely on Looking at the beautiful past when we were young, we have lived until now."
"I don't want to hear this." Xie Bian pointed his sword at Fan Wuyi, "This is the Donghuang Bell that Master has guarded with his life, you don't even want to touch it."
Fan Wuzhen stared at this ruthless face that he loves and hates so much, he felt a manic depression in his heart and lungs, and it became difficult to breathe: "Do you know, if you treat me Said, keep that flower, because you always miss me in your heart, even if you lie to me, I will... I will not be in vain to cross the cycle of life and death, and I will meet you again. "
"You reunited with me just to lie to me and take advantage of me." Jie Bian's eyes were only cold, "Stop talking, stop talking about how you never forget me and how deeply you love me. I feel sick."
Fan Wuxi's pupils darkened, and his face suddenly became distorted and ferocious. He resisted the severe pain in his heart and nodded: "It's okay, I just want you to be obedient, stay by my side, and be obedient to me. Fuck, you chose this yourself." He spread out his hands, and the map of mountains, rivers and communities slowly spread out in his palm.
Xie Bi'an raised his sword and stabbed Fan Wuyin. Hades is about to fall, and the Donghuang Bell is the last barrier. No one knows whether the Shanhe Sheji Tu can pry the Donghuang Bell, and if the Donghuang Bell is moved, whether it will lose its connection to Fengdu's barrier. As the hub of the nine secluded worlds, the underworld, where all ghosts live, is on the verge of being breached today. If the underworld is gone, how can the human world survive? He had no choice but to try his best to stop Fan Wuyin.
Fan Wushi raised his sword to block, and chanted a mantra in his mouth.
"Don't touch the Eastern Emperor Bell!" Xie Bian yelled, "If Fengdu's barrier is broken, the world will be over!"
"When I get back the Heavenly Secret Talisman, the millions of ghosts are just my soldiers, and the worlds of humans and ghosts are within my control." Fan Wuxi flashed a sharp sword, turned around and stabbed back, "I want it to be completely destroyed. , it will be finished."
The topography of this valley gradually appeared on the map of the mountains and rivers, including the formations around it, and the Donghuang Bell was "nailed" in the center of the picture scroll like an enemy camp on a sand table.
The Eastern Emperor Bell seemed to sense something, and the totems on the brass bell were also radiant. These lights gradually flowed to the formation under the Eastern Emperor Bell. The huge and complex talisman array was like a constellation. Densely covered rivers, countless tributaries poured into the sea with thick spiritual power, they merged with each other, and finally the light became more and more bright, gradually forming a galaxy.
The ground under his feet trembled, and the Eastern Emperor Bell hummed.
Xie Bian stabbed fiercely with his sword, interrupting Fan Wuxi's release of spiritual power, and the light of the Donghuang Bell dimmed immediately. While fighting with Xie Bian, Fan Wuxi had to support the huge spiritual power consumption of Shanhe Shejitu, and it was not easy. The paler his face was, the more bewitching and handsome he looked.
The ancient divine treasure’s demand for spiritual power is like a lake that can never be filled. No matter how turbulent the water flows, it will not cause any ripples when it sinks in. That’s why when I unraveled the map of Bian Yushi Sheji, I had the illusion of being sucked away from the spiritual power. , that kind of feeling would make people panic from the depths of their souls. He didn't know how Fan Wuzhen could support such a consumption of spiritual power. This person's talent was really daunting.
Xie Bian attacked recklessly. He knew that even if he delayed, he might not be able to wait for reinforcements. Most of the underworld agents were dispatched to deal with Jiang Qulian and the ghosts released by Jiang Qulian.
Fan Wuzhen was blown away by the sword energy swept by Xie Bian, and his back hit the Eastern Emperor Bell hard, making a "boom", the magic weapon in his hand almost dropped, Xie Bian did not give him a chance to breathe , the long sword fiercely chased after his throat.
Xie Bian really doesn't like the viciousness of Zongxuan's swordsmanship, but this set of swordsmanship is indeed powerful as a killer move. No wonder he can rule the world of cultivating immortals for three hundred years. His spiritual power is running out, so he must fight quickly .
Fan Wushi raised his sword to defend and dodge, but the spiritual power consumption of Shejitu affected his offense and defense. He took a quick step and a slow step. When the Junlan sword brushed his neck, he felt a burning pain. The not shallow wound burst open, blood flower splash. His eyes shot coldly, and if he couldn't dodge that sword, he would be pierced through his throat. This person really wanted to kill him, every move was a killer move, and he wanted to kill him mercilessly!
Fan Wuxi only felt the pain in his heart, and the hatred was hard to get rid of. He clenched the saber in his hand, poured spiritual power into it, and fought back vigorously. At the same time, the map of mountains, rivers, and land shone brightly again, and the small Donghuang bell on the picture scroll shook accordingly, and the earth trembled.
Both of them are at the end of their strength, and the outcome depends on it.
Xie Bian's eyes were about to split open, two lives, two lives, all the grief and anger hit his heart at this moment, making him desire to destroy everything and end everything. All these ugly hatreds, grievances, sins, and evils, disappear, disappear! He desperately mobilized his spiritual power, raised his long sword, and moved across the full moon. Zong Xuan's sword was on the eighth heaven, and attacked Fan Wushi with overwhelming momentum.
Fan Wuzhen was enraged by Xie Bian's eagerness to put him to death. All the pain, despair, resentment and unwillingness in the past century came to his heart. His murderous aura made his hair stand on end, and he instantly recalled the decisive battle between the two of them in the Wuji Palace a hundred years ago. The eighth heaven of complete control.
"Zong, Zi, Heng!" Realizing what Xie Bian wanted to do, Fan Wushi felt heartbroken, and his eyes were bloodshot. He gathered the map of the community and poured his spiritual power into Tingmo. He had to break through this Sword, or both of them will die.
The same starting style, the same sword move, and the same tyrannical spiritual pressure collided fiercely between heaven and earth.
It has been a hundred years since the Zongxuan sword's peak confrontation that year destroyed half of the Zhengji Hall and almost killed the Emperor on the spot. This scene is so similar to that year, will the ending repeat itself
White light flashed, dazzling half of the valley, under the loud noise, the huge spiritual pressure was like a hurricane sweeping across the earth, flying sand and rocks, and the sky and earth were vast, as if the doomsday disaster was coming at this moment.
Finally, the white light gradually dimmed, and everything returned to calm.
Xie Bian half-kneeled on the ground, holding the sword in one hand, and covering his heart with the other, bursts of blood spewed out from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were lax and gray.
"You were defeated back then, and you are defeated again today." Fan Wuzhen reluctantly stood in front of Jie Bian, his figure swayed slightly, and he was also seriously injured, "You will always be the defeated general in front of me, Let me butcher you."
Jie Bian raised his head slowly, but this action exhausted his strength. He opened his mouth, but more blood was left, but he couldn't make a sound. All his emotions were accompanied by tears from his eyes. pour out.
"You forced me, why do you have to force me to hurt you." Fan Wuzhen grabbed the map of Shanhe Sheji, turned his head to look at the towering and majestic Donghuang Bell, and murmured, "No one can stop me, you Neither."
The picture scroll of Shejitu spread out again. Fan Wuxi released all his spiritual power, and the huge body of Donghuang Bell began to tremble enough to shake the world.
Xie Bian stretched out his hand in despair, grabbing at the Eastern Emperor Bell in vain.
Master, I'm sorry, the disciple is useless...