It takes about half an hour for the blood beasts to absorb the magic energy of the whole city. During this period, it was surrounded by a magical barrier, and no one could approach it.
Yue Chenqing led half of the defenders to Zhanhun Mountain, while Gu Mang led the remaining half of the cultivators, guarding by the rolling waves of the Fushui River.
At this time, it was almost dawn, and above the battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke, the sky was white with fish belly. Gu Mang turned his head to look at Murong Lian and Mo Xi who were fighting with the national teacher in the distance. He seemed to want to say something to them, but he just looked at them with nostalgia.
Everything that needs to be said has been said, the grievances have been resolved, and the misunderstanding has been eliminated.
Only the rest of your life is not available.
But how can life be so fulfilling.
In the end, Gu Mang didn't miss anything anymore, but perhaps it was because he had already rehearsed this kind of separation many times in his plan.
Others only thought that he was going to contain the blood beasts, and only he himself knew what he was going to do.
He summoned the golden-winged snow-flying horse, straightened the heroic wear, the pockets were bright red, and the silk was blue and gold.
There was a faint movement in the direction of Zhanhun Mountain. If you look closely, you can see that Sergeant Chonghua is constantly approaching the burial ground on the top of the mountain.
Yue Chenqing is completing the assignment as he said, and that is also the countdown to Gu Mang's own life...
When the clouds began to penetrate, the light of the sky broke, and when the first ray of golden light tore through the darkness and flowed out from the depths of the night, the blood beasts suffocated the last wisp of magic energy in Chonghua City.
At the same time, there was a loud bang on the top of the Battle Spirit Mountain, and the seven towering and towering statues of the ancestors collapsed. A brilliant golden red erupted between the mountains, forests, trees, and rocks, and the bow of the gods and demons broke out of the ground!
Gu Mang knew that it was Yue Chenqing completing his entrustment and successfully summoning the God Demon Bow.
It's the final showdown.
He sensed the sweetness of the decisive battle, and the blood beast naturally smelled the danger. It roared, swallowed the demonic breath that entered its throat, swallowed the strong demonic energy, paused in place, and finally rose into the air, baring its teeth and grinning. The majesty flew towards Zhanhun Mountain.
On the top of the Battle Spirit Mountain, the arrow of Wanshi was ready to be launched, and under the command of Yue Chenqing, it pointed directly to the vital point of the blood beast.
But the blood beast flew so fast that it was impossible to aim at seven feet below the chest. Yue Chenqing's color changed slightly, seeing it flying closer and closer, she couldn't help swallowing with her Adam's apple, unsure whether to shoot the arrow immediately.
At this moment, Gu Mang drew his sword, the sun was shining brightly, and he ordered sharply, "End the curse!"
At this time, he rode a golden-winged snow horse, soaring on the river of mallard water that was rolling eastward, and shouted sharply to the millions of lions behind him. the wilderness.
"Bound!"
"Yes!!"
Following his order, the monks responded with a deafening response. Immediately afterwards, golden chains of spiritual flow burst out from their palms, and those slender chains converged into an imposing net like a rainbow of flames, flying from behind the blood beasts, tightly bound to them. Its strong and sturdy limbs and neck.
The blood beast was provoked, and let out a more solemn roar. It bared its teeth and struggled uncontrollably. With one movement, thousands of golden locks broke.
"Rebound!!"
Countless golden light diffused again, rushing towards the blood beast again.
Gu Mang was stationed in the clouds. The rising sun began to rise eastward, breaking out from the dark abyss. The rays of light in the sky began to splash and become more red than the blood on the ground. of light and shadow.
When the monks were restrained by the magic spell for the second time, he raised his hand to seal and closed his eyes. He closed his eyes for a moment, and he suddenly used the eyes of blood beasts to cleanse the dust, and saw Yue Chenqing, who was in preparation on the Battle Soul Mountain. When I went to the dilapidated capital, I saw crying children, helpless old people, and monks who never retreated.
During the five years in Liao Kingdom, he had to hurt these people, and now he looked at them with the eyes of blood beasts.
He saw the despair and hatred that had made him feel uneasy, but this time, he finally didn't have to hurt them again.
He was finally able to protect them.
Protecting the life, the good, the young, and the new in this world—he was scarred and blood-stained, and he was willing to be mud, as long as they could bloom beautiful flowers on his blood.
"Come on." Gu Mang said silently in his heart.
He seemed to see another soul standing in front of his soul, the soul that belonged to the blood beast Jingchen. It looks so hideous and tall, pitching into the sky.
But he didn't feel the slightest fear or invincibility.
He walked towards it.
"Come on, you are me, and I am you."
He opened his arms to the blood beasts in this illusion of consciousness that he saw with his eyes closed, just like what Shen Tang had done in his memory.
"It's all over."
The blood beast was in pain because of Gu Mang's thought interference. It was tightly bound, roaring but couldn't break free for a while.
On Battle Soul Mountain, Yue Chenqing saw the only chance.
Naturally, he didn't know how the death of the blood beast would hurt Gu Mang, so he immediately raised his hand and said, "Release the arrow!"
With a swoosh, Jing Yu flew.
When the Wanling Arrow hit the vital point of the blood beast, just as the rising sun completely broke through the clouds, the dazzling golden light illuminated the earth from behind the dark mountains, and the world was full of splendor.
The early morning should always be quiet and pure, and even the painful roar of the beast was diluted in this solemnly rising morning light, not as terrifying as in the long night.
The people on the top of Zhanhun Mountain watched, the people on the banks of the Fushui River watched, and the people in Chonghua City watched.
As if it was wrapped in sticky glue paint, the giant beast moved slowly. It raised its head in the grand sky, and seven feet below its chest, the arrowhead was deep, and the blood was smeared along the fur.
It raised its head, and suddenly roared heart-rendingly, and its four claws broke free from the binding gold chains of all the monks on the shore.
"not good!"
"It's useless! It's going to go berserk!"
Gu Mang didn't say a word. He sat on the back of a horse and hung at the end of the mallard river. He opened his eyes and looked at the beast that could shake the world in the brighter and brighter light.
It growled angrily and stood up—
Gu Mang looked at it quietly, he could feel the severe pain, just like the pain of dying when he was digged out of spiritual power and injected with the power of the black devil when he was ordered to enter the slaughterhouse.
But this time, maybe because he knew that his pain came from this beast, so he didn't feel any sadness, but felt comfort, peace of mind, peace...
But there is still remorse and guilt.
From a long time ago, he had chosen a thorny road and never thought of turning back. This is also one of the reasons why he never dared to promise Mo Xi any future easily before. He always felt that it was too unfair for Mo Xi, and no one should be with a person who was ready to sacrifice at any time.
In Gu Mang's heart, the flowers in the world are as important as his younger brother.
Just in the end, going around in circles, after all... can't have the best of both worlds.
Gu Mang turned his face to look at Murong Lian and Mo Xi who were fighting with the national teacher in the distance. He carefully recalled what he said in the last dialogue with Mo Xi, but he couldn't remember much.
He seemed to want to end with the most gentle sentence, but when he saw Mo Xi's face, he couldn't help but say one more sentence, another sentence, and he said something trivial.
In fact, who would really like to be a hero, a spy? Everyone hopes to have a safe place to live, three or five friends, a lover, laughing at the romance in the book, worrying about the rain tomorrow and not being able to dry clothes, worrying about the price of vegetables in the East Market has risen again, The newly bought rice noodles are not as good as the first one.
But when the fortune came, someone had to leave.
No one wants to leave, but someone has to do something—because he has experienced the hardships he cannot ask for and understands the pain of parting from love, so he tenderly does not want others to experience it again.
It's just that I was moved by the ordinary heart in the past, and I was worried, and I was one step away from chess.
"Mo Xi." Gu Mang whispered to Mo Xi in the distance.
His soft lips seemed to want to say something, but he didn't know what to say. He and Mo Xi had known each other for so many years. So Gu Mang finally just silently recited Mo Xi's name several times, until he heard the cultivator beside him shout ecstatically, "Look!"
"Look at it!! The blood beast, it can't do it!"
Gu Mang turned his head and laughed.
I bring you home, I cross you ashore, not because of how good the land is, but because I have always believed that the good will always replace the bad, the new will always replace the old, just as the night will always pass, the dawn will Sooner or later it will come. There are always too many seeds and hopes in this world.
I hope they can all bloom. Even if it's just a small... insignificant.
The blood beast struggled, and finally collapsed—its life was passing away, turning into a little brilliance, flying toward the morning sky.
The crowd fell silent, and then cheers first erupted from Battle Soul Mountain, where there are more young people. Gu Mang wanted to laugh out loud, knowing that a young life is always full of more tension and hope. To be able to discover victory and joy earlier than an old heart like him.
He was also young. Once upon a time, he rode on the Lili grassland with Lu Zhanxing, Mo Xi, and his brothers.
The breeze at that time, like the dust that can wash away a lifetime, brushed on his face.
Later, he threw all his brothers in Fengming Mountain, he watched Lu Zhanxing's head fall to the ground with his own eyes, and he put the dagger into Mo Xi's heart with his own hands. Since he killed the first innocent person, he has been old, and Chonghua's Gu Shuai is old and dead.
In fact, he has been struggling very tired all the time. He was already broken into ashes, and it was faith that made him reluctantly glue himself together.
This time, the dead man finally fulfilled his unfulfilled promise in the thirty-ninth battle—
"I'll take you home."
Gu Mang murmured these words softly amid the burst of cheers from the mountains and seas. He laughed like he did when he was young, he watched the blood beasts fall into dust and light spots, and he watched people in the mountains, suburbs and cities shouting enthusiastically and hilariously. From those crowds, he saw Lu Zhanxing, saw Mo Xi when he was young, saw himself when he was young, and saw all the people who died in Feng Mingshan, those inconspicuous ones that no one remembered and he never dared to forget. name.
One hundred thousand mountains and rivers one hundred thousand blood.
Today I finally... bring you home.
I too finally... can return to your midst.
Gu Mang closed his eyes and fell from the back of the golden-winged snow horse. The blue-gold silk ribbons fluttered in his hair. He slowly relaxed, and fell into the air amid the endless cheers. Rolling mallard water in the river.
very nice.
It seems that he has never been defeated in his life, and he has triumphed in disarming.
All the suffering is gone...
With a plop, the turbulent river engulfed it in an instant, and he sank, with the rumbling sound of water beside his ears, he opened his blue eyes in the water, and finally glanced at the gradually receding sky light.
Just like the stars they saw outside the Great Wall when they were young, under the starry night sky, Lu Zhanxing was laughing, his brothers were drinking wine, and the wind was filled with the mellow fragrance of pear blossoms. On the other hand, Mo Xi sat quietly by the bonfire, listening to him say that the country was picturesque, and watching him young and frivolous.
That was the best day of his life.
"Gu Mang...!!!!"
While everyone was ecstatic over the destruction of the blood beast, when no one noticed Gu Mang's condition, a voice suddenly burst out calling him.
When the water was shaken, the cultivators turned to Mo Xi in shock, and then they suddenly realized that when they were happiest, Gu Mang was no longer there.
Only then did people exclaim: "Gu Shuai!!"
"what happened!"
"What happened to Gu Shuai!"
"Go and save him! Go down and save him!!"
In the chaos, the national teacher took this opportunity to play the qin and hurt Mo Xi, who was in a state of confusion. He was about to kill again, but was blocked by Murong Lian. Murong Lian knew that it was not the best strategy to fight with the national teacher at this moment. She was about to go with Mo Xi to rescue Gu Mang from the river, but she heard the national teacher sneer—
"You? Can you save him?"
Murong Lian's face turned pale, "What do you mean!"
However, Mo Xi didn't say a word, his whole body was trembling, he didn't care, he couldn't hear any sound again, only his eyes were red and he went to the torrent where Gu Mang disappeared, Murong Lian couldn't stop it, and the country The teacher did not stop him, and let him go straight to the banks of the Fushui River.
Murong Lian turned to the national teacher and said, "What the hell do you mean!!"
"Heh, Gu Mang used a technique similar to Shen Tang's back then to defeat and seal the blood beast." The national teacher whispered, the pupils behind the mask glowed with a dim and uncertain light, "Shen Tang killed the blood beast. , he also died. Gu Mang is the same today."
Murong Lian was furious: "You fart!"
The national teacher sneered: "If you don't believe it, go with Xi and Jun to find someone - by the way."
He suddenly retreated with the qin in his arms, stood on a steep rock, and said indifferently: "Shen Tang's actions made me fail to attack the city. After a hundred years, I will naturally not let this happen again. So I am quenching my blood. When Warcraft was cleaning the dust, a new spell was smelted..."
Murong Lian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly reacted: "What did you say?"
The only blood color faded from his face.
"You attacked the city back then?!"
The national teacher smiled lightly: "Well."
Murong Lian's face was as pale as paper: "So, you... you are... "
The national teacher took off his face indifferently, revealing a handsome and deep face, but with a wicked look. Murong Lian took a few steps back abruptly, as if being killed by lightning.
"You—you are!"
The national teacher raised his head and grinned, revealing his white teeth.
"Since I've reached this stage, I'm too lazy to hide anything - the former master of Liao Kingdom, Hua Po An, is not bad." He smiled, "I'm just here."
"!!!"
Murong Lian's throat was dry, and she couldn't say anything for a while. At this moment, the monks exclaimed from the far-flung mallard shore: "What's going on!"
"what is this?!!"
He looked back abruptly, and saw the place where the blood demon beasts had disappeared, and suddenly there was a blood pool surging with foam. The blood pool seemed to be alive, and it continued to expand and expand at a slow speed...
Hua Poan also glanced at the blood pond casually, tilted his head and smiled: "Well, I learned from Shen Tang's sacrifice to the country, and added a new spell - once the blood beast is killed, its blood will be destroyed. It turns into a blood pool that is constantly expanding. Unless I order it, it will continue to expand continuously, swallowing mountains and rivers, castles, dead and living, all into the pool... If you don't surrender, I don't mind Chonghua becoming A sea of blood."
He licked his lips, his voice softened, and he said: "Anyway, after a hundred years, everything has changed. I don't have anything worthy of nostalgia in Chonghua."
He said, throwing the mask on the ground at will.
"Leave your life, go back and tell the people in Chonghua." Hua Po secretly said, "It will only take ten days for the blood pool to engulf Chonghua City. I will give you ten days, fall, or die. You can choose clearly."
After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and swept the ground lightly, fluttering like a paper kite, not in the depths of the flames of the Liao Kingdom's garrison.