"You wait for me, I'll come with you."
After Mo Xi said these words, the monks on the distant battlefield suddenly heard a deafening howl, and then the sky was like a crack in the sky. A giant whale that covered the clouds and covered the sun suddenly jumped out from the corner tower of the Wangcheng. The giant whale roared and was furious. Howling, the spirit body is more shaped and more bulky than every time people have seen it before.
Hua Po An, who was fighting fiercely with Jiang Fuli, raised his head abruptly: "This is..."
The swallowing sky that was completely released by Mo Xi was no longer in the form of divine martial arts. It gradually gathered into a real body in the magnificent clouds, and it was infinitely gorgeous. When he was pitching and breathing, the whole city was raining, the golden light was shining, and the rainbow bridge was shining through the sun.
"Holy Immortal Beast?!!"
Hua Po An suddenly changed color: "When did Chong Hua become such a spirit beast!!"
Jiang Fuli was seriously injured, but he still gritted his teeth and handed it over with a sword, saying to him, "I'm afraid you have already made it, Hua Po An, because you have always looked down on people's hearts too much."
"... human heart?" Hua Po An sneered coldly, with a shadow almost like a madman on his face, "I have been a slave, monarch, national teacher in my life... I have changed my identities, tasted everything, and seen all the injustices in the world! People's hearts! What is it? It's just a layer of gold dust on the beast's heart, despicable!"
He narrowed his eyes: "The human heart has never been different from a beast. The winner is the king and the loser is the thief. Because of my ancestor's loss of one thought, the descendants have been slaves for hundreds of years. So I spend the dark and believe in fighting and blood! You never underestimate people's hearts, but you! Palace Lord Shen, you take people's hearts too seriously! You must think too highly of this group of people!"
He swiped Jiang Fuli's chest with his palm, and he was about to hit the heart, but he turned his palm and hit Jiang Fuli's shoulder.
Seeing that Jiang Fuli couldn't support it on the battlefield, Su Yurou couldn't help crying: "Fuli...!"
Hua Po An's face was extremely cold and bloody, and his eyes gleamed with contempt: "Shut up you slut! It was you who made him betray me in private, and I have yet to settle this account with you!"
Su Yurou said sadly: "The country lord, please let him go... I led him to escape back then, I wiped his memory, he doesn't remember anything... But he still remembers the broken water sword manual that was given to you... 5 Every year, a sword changes in spring and autumn, and a sword in ten years goes against the vicissitudes of life. This sword will never break the water, and it will never break the heart of the king... It's not that he betrayed you, it's me... "
Hua Po An's expression moved slightly, as if hesitating.
Su Yurou cut Jiang Fuli's heart and hesitated when she saw Hua Poan, then continued: "He...he always remembers you in his heart, please don't hurt him again... Please..."
Jiang Fuli said sharply, "You don't have to beg him!"
"… "
Jiang Fuli couldn't bear the internal injury at this moment, and he coughed out a mouthful of blood. He swept back several meters, leaned on the ground with his sword, raised his head and gasped, "Hua Po An. Listen carefully. I am indeed... still able I remember the intermittent past, but that's because I hate you so much, I hate you so much! I remember you, just because... I hate you... I hate you to the core."
Hua Po An narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at him silently.
If you look closely at Hua Po An's eyes at this time, there is actually a flash of panic in the madness and brutality.
Jiang Fuli took a breath and continued: "In this life, whether it is Jiang Fuli or Palace Master Shen Tang, there is only one sentence left for you."
That kind of panic suddenly flashed, Hua Po dark face changed, and angrily shouted: "Shut up!"
He vaguely knew what Jiang Fuli would say. Those words were not uttered by Shen Tang a hundred years ago when his soul was scattered, and he often heard it in the depths of his nightmares during the ups and downs of these hundreds of years.
The dangerous city in his heart has been turbulent for hundreds of years, and to this day, it seems that the thunder will eventually destroy the city and fall.
Jiang Fuli looked at him in the rustling wind, his eyes belonged to Jiang Fuli's own indifference and Shen Tang's sadness.
Hua Po'an's cold hair stood on end, and he almost shouted sharply, "Shut up! Shut me up!!"
Jiang Fuli's lips and teeth met, and the words of the eternal formula that had been standing for a hundred years were finally uttered on this day, in the reenactment of the past.
"Hua Po An, I'm sick of you."
Hua Po An suddenly pursed his lips, his expression twisted and weird, as if he wanted to laugh out loud, or as if he had touched a scar that had not healed in a hundred years, his face turned pale.
His pupils narrowed, staring at him strangely.
Seeing this, Su Yurou couldn't help but hurriedly said, "Fuli, stop talking!"
Jiang Fuli did not listen to Su Yurou's words, he continued: "That year, it was Shen Tang who redeemed you from slavery, accepted you as a disciple, and gave you the name Hua Po'an. At this moment, this name, I I'll take it back for him."
"From this moment on, you can be the national teacher of the Liao Kingdom, the lord of the country, the undead devil, and you can be everything you want to do. But... you can no longer be Hua Po Dark."
"Shen Tang, there is no disciple like you."
Hua Po An's eyes were bloodshot, the spider silk in his eyes was scarlet, and he gritted his teeth and roared: "Master...!"
Jiang Fuli said mutely, "I can't bear it."
"..." Hua Po An's fingers clucked, "Shen Tang! Are you really trying to force me to this point?!"
Jiang Fuli said: "I'm not Shen Tang, I'm just a living dead you dragged back from the underworld. You're not Hua Po An, you're just a misconception that he was in the school back then..." He paused, his teeth white. Trembling slightly, but the words clearly stated these two words - "wicked dog."
After he finished saying these words, Hua Po An suddenly froze, as if he had been slapped hard by an invisible tanning whip. A look of pain flashed across that face, which had always only been able to grow with viciousness.
After a long while, he suddenly raised his head and laughed, his laughter was crazy, and he said fiercely: "Okay - okay!"
Three times, he was furious, and he was about to strike again. The giant whale that was stirring the wind and clouds above Mo Xi's corner tower suddenly pitched up into the sky, and then amidst the exclamations of the crowd, a dazzling Fusheng Huaguang burst out. It swallowed the sky, and its tail touched the sun, and then it slammed into the blood demon pool of the torrent!
"Holy Immortal Beast! Really Holy Immortal Beast!"
"Mo Shuai can summon holy beasts!!"
Hua Po An was almost violent at this time, and his moves were extremely fierce, and he turned towards Jiang Fuli. When the audience shouted like this, he didn't take it seriously, and said: "So what if you can summon a holy beast? If you are summoned, you can only take care of a part of the Huawang City, and this future generation will not be able to—"
Not to sacrifice for this country that has lost his lover.
Not to die for this Kyushu where there is an intrigue and intrigue.
Not that he would give his life and die for this country that once accused his lover of being a traitor and a traitor.
But before these words were spoken, Mo Xi over there had detonated the dazzling light of the holy beast and threw it towards the boundless sea of blood!
"Boom", the momentum was like a swarm, and the world shook!
The soldiers of the Northern Territory Army couldn't help but exclaimed: "Xihejun!!!"
"Mo handsome!!"
Hua Po An was shocked for a while, and he couldn't believe his eyes.
crazy? !
Is this man crazy? ! Why have you gone through so much hardship, lost all your loved ones, and been treated so harshly by fate, yet still take this path of fulfilling others? ! !
what to get? for what? ! !
Does this person... have no hatred, no selfishness, no desire? !
Why did you make such a choice! ? ! !
In a daze, Jiang Fuli saw the opportunity and slashed with a sword! Hua Po An dodged for a while in shock, and his shoulder was slashed by the brush, and blood splashed! Hua Po An let out a grunt, backed away quickly, and looked down, only to see a deep and ferocious bloodstain on his shoulders, showing the bones beneath the flesh and blood.
Jiang Fuli held the sword and looked at Hua Po An, a demon who had not died in a hundred years, in the blood of this decisive battle.
With a hoarse, bloody lips parted, he whispered, "... don't understand, do you? You'll never understand. But..."
He paused, raised his hand to polish the sword light inch by inch, and the gust of wind rose to the final battle with Hua Po An. Jiang Fuli said word by word: "A hundred years ago, how did you lose outside Chonghua City, and it's still the same today. It's not just that Shen Tang will stop your ambitions and are willing to protect the people of Bangguo with flesh and blood. People, and never… Shen Tang is not the only one!!”
The sea boils and the land collapses, slamming Baji - he slams towards Hua Po An!
At the same time, the overwhelming blood splashed from the corner tower, and Mo Xi plunged into the depths of the blood sea of the Red River under the body protection of swallowing the sky.
"Ginger Pharmacist!!"
"Mo handsome!"
The battlefield screamed.
However, Mo Xi could no longer hear it. He had already plunged into the sea of blood. It was amazing to say that it was the last moment of his life, but he felt that everything had suddenly become so peaceful and peaceful.
Blessed to the heart, he was in the sea of blood, and in the scarlet eyes, he soon saw the heart of the blood beast that settled at the bottom.
He knew that as long as he destroyed this heart, everything would be over.
The sea of blood will turn into a clear lake, and Hua Po An will lose her power and become a mortal who can be beheaded.
just himself—
The words of the guardian deity of the reversal stone seem to be in my ears: "Kyushu is guaranteed, but you will perish with the blood beasts, and you will never be reincarnated outside of reincarnation."
Mo Xi smiled lightly, without any hesitation. He stretched out his hand and touched the heart of the beating blood beast.
Gu Mang merged into the magical beast, and he was a fairy.
But in the end, they came to the same destination.
Mo Xi slowly landed at the bottom of the blood pool. He whispered to the heart, "This is the path I finally choose, Gu Mang. Wait for me to accompany you."
Covered with both palms, brilliance surged.
The spiritual power of swallowing the sky and the spiritual power of Jingchen collided at this moment, but it was not as fierce as expected. Perhaps it was precisely because the two hosts who were connected to the spirit beasts were so entwined that Mo Xi could not feel any pain despite the turbulent waves in the depths of the blood sea.
He only felt that his eyes were getting blurry and his body was getting lighter and lighter, like a belated relief.
Around him, the blood gradually faded into a clear river, and with the destruction of the Blood Warcraft Heart, the clear river expanded like ink stains on paper.
Slowly, the sea of blood is no longer a sea of blood.
The scarlet that devoured Kyushu became the flowing water that nourished the fertile soil.
He suddenly choked out the bruised blood, the spiritual power dissipated, the river water poured back, and gradually he couldn't breathe. He looked up, knowing that this was the end of his fate. The reversal stone gave him two paths, life and death, and he chose the latter.
The fusion of Gu Mang and the blood beast can still burn a lifetime of light.
He is a person who merged with the holy beast, and... how could he lose to his brother Gu Mang...
He laughed in relief. At this time, the sky light poured down through the water, as if countless golden raindrops fell around Mo Xi, and the light became brighter and brighter, as if a golden rain had fallen between the heavens and the earth.
The rain fell gently, the drizzle was misty, and everything became so peaceful at this moment.
In the depths of this gentle rain curtain, Mo Xi suddenly saw a figure slowly appear.
Mo Xi was stunned.
That man, in sandals, with a blue-gold heroic scarf flying, approached, he could see Ying Ting's youthful face, a dazzling smile, a pair of dark eyes, no injuries on his body, from the deepest part of the lake and river, towards him Chan walked over with a smile.
Gu Mang…
Mo Xi, who thought that he would no longer be in pain or unpleasant and nostalgic, suddenly choked up at this moment.
It's Gu Mang...
But this Gu Mang didn't seem to have come from the bottom of the lake, but when they first met on the battlefield more than ten years ago, Senior Brother Gu approached him from the bonfire and extended his hand to him who was alone.
Mo Xi's eyes were red, and he said hoarsely, "Senior brother..."
is it you
Is it your phantom, your soul, or the delusion of my dying time
No one answered him. This Gu Mang was just like many years ago, just like they did when they were young, walked all the way to him, spread his hands, handed it to him, and said gently to the lover who sank in the water:
"Mo Xi, we're going home."
The war is over, it's all over.
We go home.
We are home.