Bone

Chapter 116

At any rate, many of the people present have fought alongside Qin Xianzun, and they have never seen him slaying ghosts and being ruthless, when have they ever seen him attack others? !

The scene was chaotic and unbearable, a pool of blood was trampled dry by numerous footsteps, some people rushed to attack again with pale faces, some hurriedly stepped forward to help the Elder Zhanke who had broken his right arm, some still shouted in disbelief, " "Qin Xianzun" was reprimanded by the ugly-faced bystanders...

Amidst the tumultuous noise, only the wisp of black mist quietly and gently rolled up the tobacco rod, and sent it back to Qin Nianjiu's hands.

When the silver tobacco rod touched the palm, it was as cold as ice, and it was slightly burned by the spiritual power contained in it, like a fire.Qin Nianjiu looked down at the cigarette stick in his palm, the dark anger in his eyes was no longer filled with anger, but only sadness.

Qin Xianzun, who practiced the ruthless way, could not shed tears, and Qin Nianjiu, who had turned into a demon, could not shed tears either. He just closed his eyes lightly, and he was very clear in his heart: he had nowhere to retreat, and nowhere to go. .

Heavy black mist engulfed the strong wind, hunting and hunting, as if mourning what he was mourning.

And after a short while, the wind stopped suddenly, and when he opened his eyes again——

Is it difficult to deal with a monster without intelligence, or is it difficult to deal with a demon king who is sane but has hatred in his heart?

Seeing Qin Xianzun who was in the mid-air suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were red like fire, and his murderous intent was overwhelming, and the surrounding devilish energy increased several times in an instant, and he lashed at everyone like a long whip It was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe, no matter how hard it was to move, even Ye Zhenglang couldn't bear to bend down and cough hard, and suddenly realized that the situation might be even worse—I hope that Qin Xianzun, who has already become a demon, will still be alive. To be able to have a true heart, I'm afraid it's wishful thinking...

Even so, give it a try!

He gritted his teeth, tried his best to withstand the strong pressure and pushed the others away, rushed forward a few steps, and persuaded loudly: "Qin Xianzun, think about the common people! At least..."

The people present were still chaotic, no matter how loud his voice was, he was silenced by the mourning voices of others in the blink of an eye, but unexpectedly, Qin Nianjiu turned his eyes to look at him amidst the noise, and responded in a low voice: "common people?"

With just two words, the whole audience fell silent in an instant, looking at him with bated breath.He clenched the cigarette rod in his hand, turned his head slightly, his eyes were filled with chilling intent, and when he spoke again, there was a sharp whistling sound of millions of resentful ghosts crying together: "Is it possible that I, a member of Guanshizong, my senior sister, my senior brother, My apprentice, my master... I, Qin Nianjiu, am I not a common man?!"

A scalding anger invaded the heart again, heartburning and lung-burning.You must know that he only regained some sobriety for a short time, and he will be eroded by chaos again at some point, Qin Nianjiu pursed his lips, and forcibly grasped the blue shadow in his mind, and managed to stabilize himself , glanced at everyone present one by one with a calm expression.

This time, there are more people from the sect than in the past. 67 years have passed, the elder is still there, and even his appearance has not changed a bit, but the disciples who were present at that time have almost changed a group.After listening to his words, the faces of the face-to-face disciples were just blank, with a trace of obvious surprise: ...the monster they were attacking was actually the Jiuling Tianzun who had ascended with Manzong Bairi? !

What did he mean by what he just said? !

Seeing that an unbearable past was about to be uncovered, Zhu Tian's face was extremely ugly. Under the coercion of the billowing demonic energy, he turned his head and waved the spirit flag in his hand, trying to stabilize everyone with a roar: "Monsters deceive people, don't listen to them!" Nonsense!"

The disciples didn't pay attention to him, they just raised their heads and looked behind him in surprise.

Behind him, a white mist silently poured out from Qin Nianjiu's hands, spread, and gradually infiltrated the thick black.

Amidst the mist, someone exclaimed, "This is...the Phantom Array!"

As the dense fog of black and white slowly spread, the phantom of the clan who attacked the Ascendent Yuntai in those days was mixed in the crowd of today, the false and the real were intertwined, even the posture of holding the sword was exactly the same.In the steaming white mist, Qin Nianjiu's voice seemed to be dispersed by the mist, faded, and drifted into everyone's ears: "I haven't seen you for many years, maybe Elder Yutian forgot..."

The old scene reappeared in front of everyone's eyes, but Qin Nianjiu didn't even turn his eyes to the vivid scene, his eyes were fixed on the sky, his words were serious, and his voice was like cracking silk: "—Qin Nianjiu never speaks lies. "

The phantoms woven by white mist are beside him, and the elders are all whispering and calculating the amount of merit they can earn, teaching the disciples of the world to pay for it with their lives. Suppressing his anger, he has no time to distract himself from looking at the bloody scene on the other side of the phantom array, all of them showed surprise, and turned their heads stiffly to look at the elders and teachers who appeared on the screen with complex expressions. Uncle: "This..." "Elder..." "Why..."

Is it true or false to fabricate justice and create crimes in exchange for merit?

——There is no need for the elders to answer aloud, the expressions on their faces have already explained everything.

For a moment, the chaotic and indistinguishable scene was both agitated and anxious, the veins on the forehead were bursting with anger, almost bleeding from his teeth, and Ming Lang, who had the same ugly complexion beside him, had already turned up the volume, anxiously He said angrily: "It is ultimately for the sake of the common people—for the sake of the overall situation! If it is for the common people, someone must sacrifice...Isn't it the same for the ancestors who have sacrificed their lives for generations?! There are only three disciples in the world. A hundred years of peace in the world is not worth it! Besides—— besides..."

His five internal organs were in severe pain from being pulled by the devilish energy poured into his throat, he breathed out twice, and the voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Besides, we not only covered up for Guan Shizong, but also did not announce the matter of Guan Shizong's captivity. The world, on the contrary, left Guanshi with a good name of ascension of the whole sect, made an exception to build a temple for you, and left you a face!"

There is nothing better than killing people.Qin Nianjiu's brain was already in unbearable pain, his heart felt like a cone, and his body curled up impatiently, but he still didn't take a look at the phantom of Ancestor Guanshi, only looked at Minglang in a blink of an eye, and smiled instead of anger, widening his eyes He raised his eyebrows very slightly.

It was clearly because they forced people to prove themselves by death, murdered and seized their corpses for their own selfishness, and because they had a weak heart, and the fact that someone in the sect fell into a demon would damage the reputation of the sect, so they pulled out the pretense of "flying ascension" to To cover up... After he yelled out so righteously, it became "decent" and "favor".

——The past events in the white mist are still being played out, but who among the Qianzong people in front of them is really willing to examine the pictures in it, delve into the truth of the year, and face their own mistakes?

Qin Nianjiu twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes, and he didn't make any rebuttals. He just lowered his eyes suddenly, and repeated Ming Lang's words thoughtfully: "For the sake of the common people, someone has to make sacrifices. what..."

Hearing his voice was unsteady, and seemed to be a little shaken, the group of elders who were still cowering thought that Ming Lang's words had moved him, and as if they had found the backbone, they all regained their composure and echoed: "exactly!"

"For the livelihood of the common people, what's wrong with it?"

"Yes, we wait..."

Amidst the clamor, the indignant expression on an elder's face suddenly turned into extreme panic, even his pupils trembled, and the unfinished words lingered on the back of his tongue, "We..."

Thousands of strands of magic mist as thick as pillars and billowing like waves suddenly erupted from behind Qin Nianjiu, easily piercing through the enchantment maintained by the elders and spreading to infinity, like hooks and locks All the way into the ground, deep into the veins.

In the blink of an eye, the surface of the sea that had just calmed down rose again with a more turbulent momentum. It set off a turbulent wave and slammed it down hard. Seeing the fire light slowly and secretly in the depths of the ground.

Outside Jucang Mountain, human cities collapsed one after another, poured into the cracked valley with the waves, and were boiled by the fire of the earth. It was a miserable scene of hell.

What is more frightening than this horrific situation is Qin Nianjiu's voice with a leisurely smile: "——In that case, I will discuss it with all 'spirited men'."

The tremors of the mountains and rivers, the cracking of bricks and tiles, and the roar of the waves all overwhelmed the panicked and shouting voices in the distance. The coercion forced all the clan members to kneel on the ground until the ground under their knees shattered like a spider web, and the voice was even colder: "Nine lands and fourteen states have a vast territory, thousands of hundreds of thousands of people. There are more than one city, and there are 76 people who killed my sect with your own hands that day... But if you sacrifice one person willingly, I will spare one city. ——I don’t know what the elders think?"

……

The loud voice fell, and the only response to him was a terrified, uneasy, shivering, and sad silence.

Starting from Jucang Mountain, the violent waves driven by the magic mist have eroded the entire continent inch by inch. Every tremor shocked the hearts of all the clan members, and the pictures in the photo illusion array are still continuing. An absurd sight.

The blue shadow in his mind faded away, and all kinds of violent thoughts were pushed and swelled up. He was not sure how long he could stay awake...Qin Nianjiu suppressed his nausea, bowed his back slightly, but his face was full of anger. He didn't reveal the slightest strangeness, he just opened his mouth and urged: "Elders, the tongue of fire has no heart, the waves have no eyes, you don't wait for anyone."

It's unbelievable that Qin Xianzun really did the act of destroying the world... Ming Lang's lips turned blue, and he felt that there was darkness in front of him, but he was willing to accept his fate easily, and retorted tremblingly: "...we are a famous and authentic sect, how can we Listen to the threat of you monster..."

"Hmm." Qin Nianjiu looked at the distant place outside the mountain without blinking, and several cities collapsed one after another in an instant. After a while, he turned his gaze back to Minglang's face, and a million ghost voices sneered in unison: "Compared to The human world is destroyed, wouldn't it be good to save some? Why, the elders don't want to be 'decent'?"

"Stop, hand..." Under the pressure, Ye Zhenglang was also kneeled on the ground, unable to move, his internal organs seemed to be crushed, but he still shouted hoarsely: "Qin Xianzun! , Daoist Shizong people...would they be willing to see you do this!"

"... Ye Xianzun." Hearing his words, Qin Nianjiu couldn't help but call him sneeringly, and said with a smile: "Everyone is dead, what do you think?"

After all, he raised his hand again——

This time, it wasn't huge waves that rose from the ground with the black mist, but raging flames!

Water and fire were originally incompatible, but as the black mist rose and fell, layers of flames rolled up water waves, and they couldn't wait to attack the next mountain——

Seeing that several other cities were about to overturn, a tremor suddenly exploded: "Stop!!"

It was Elder Xinhui who raised his head with all his strength and looked straight at Qin Nianjiu without showing any fear.

All the murmurs in his ears receded, and he said frankly: "What happened back then was ultimately for the benefit of the common people. I... have no regrets, and I have no regrets. I will not hesitate to die for the common people like this today! —— I only hope that Qin Xianzun will keep his promise!"

After saying a word, without waiting for others to stop him, he closed his eyes suddenly, took a breath of stale breath and made it go backwards, and shattered the golden elixir——

"Elder!"

"No!"

Ignoring the shouts of the disciples beside him, the tooth-piercing sound of flesh exploding exploded, and blood spattered five steps away!

"..." Qin Nianjiu looked down at the splashing flesh and blood, his expression changed, but his eyes were still cold, and with just a light twist of his fingers, the gnawing wave of fire turned around a hundred meters and bypassed a building. The city of people rushed to the side.

Vitality appeared, and the clansmen looked at it, but they felt even more hopeless: the demon is wreaking havoc on the world, killing life and death, but it is only in its backhand!

Unintentionally, unintentionally, and having no time to wait for them to grieve, Qin Nianjiu lightly clenched his fist, pinched the remaining ashes and the silver cigarette rod together in his palm, and looked at the rest of the people: "Leading the soldiers, that's right. Elder Xinhui is decent That's it.—What about the decisions of the rest of you?"

In the distance, there is a scene of purgatory on earth. Nearby, the blood and mud are still warm. Looking up, the oppressive force emanating from the words and sentences of the magic star is so terrifying... and the turbulent waves of fire wait for no one. In an instant, it roared and attacked the next city.

There was only despair in their hearts, and they felt suffocated in their throats. All the disciples were breathing heavily, and almost collapsed, they turned their gazes to the elders: Why are you silent?Why don't you move?These people, this common people, this world...the lives of all of them...who can understand, who can save? !

Suddenly, as if they heard the crying in their hearts, another figure struggled violently, exhausting all its strength to break away from the black mist that suppressed its body - it was the Elder Zhanke who had lost his arm.

But contrary to everyone's expectation, he clutched the wound of his severed arm tightly, not intending to attack Qin Nianjiu with all his might, instead he turned his back and went away—to escape!

I think he has practiced for 250 years, earned enough merits to set up an array, and only destroyed a ghost city a month ago. He has made great achievements, and his ascension is close in front of his eyes... How can he be willing to lose at this moment, let me explain here! !

Completely ignoring the shocked and unbelievable eyes of the disciples of the Star Luo Sect, and even ignoring the bright blue and white complexions beside him, he flew into the air as fast as he could in the sand and rocks, and was about to jump out of the mountain, but suddenly he heard the sound of wind in his ears. One fried.

Suddenly, he felt a sudden lightness in his lower body, Zhan Kekong opened his mouth and looked down - but saw that there was nothing below his waist.

Half a beat later, warm blood spurted out.Qin Nianjiu brushed away the dirty blood on the black mist in a horrified gaze, and let Elder Zhanke fall to the ground hard with his eyes open, and said calmly: "Elder Zhanke doesn't want to be decent. , I had no choice but to help him face up."

After finishing the words, he flicked his hand and let another city of people go under the fire waves.

There was nothing to do—the remnant body on the ground was still twitching, all the clan members opened their mouths in astonishment, and the smell of blood entered their throats as they breathed, which exploded the accumulated fear in their hearts like adding fuel to the fire, until they tensed up. My heartstrings are broken -- there is no way back!

I couldn't hold back my silence anymore, and gradually, people's voices rose up: cursing, begging for mercy, screaming, howling... The voices were like trapped animals, blending with the crying questioning of the woman in red in the phantom formation. one place.

So, is there anyone as heroic as Xinhui, who is willing to die?

of course.

The noise didn't hit my ears, and I didn't want to spend too much time talking with them. Qin Nianjiu just calmly waited for each person who wanted to be "decent", and he kept his promise to let go of a city. ——It's a pity that time flies by and the fire is scorching hot. After all, there are less than ten people who are willing to trade their lives for a city of peace.

The splattered flesh and blood accumulated in piles, as if a soft red carpet had been laid on the ground, and the blood flowed away, soaking the knees of everyone lying on the ground... With red eyes, a disciple finally couldn't hold back his heart. With a feeling of disintegration in his heart, he yelled out of control, stretched out his hand with difficulty to reach the hilt that fell on the side, and was about to point the blade at himself—but was restrained in time by a small black mist that swept in wrist.

He didn't look at the disciple who was crying because of fear, Qin Nianjiu just looked down at the remaining elders who were lying on the ground trembling, unwilling to die, and that face was ashen ashes, and he didn't even dare to look up. Ming Lang, who was looking at him, all twitched the corners of his mouth mockingly: "I keep saying that sacrificing my ego is the way to calm down the overall situation..."

While speaking, a wisp of black mist gently caressed the back of Ming Lang's neck.

"But I see you, that's all."

The black mist that suddenly condensed fell with the voice, and then rolled down was Ming Lang's neatly cut head.

The blue shadows in the mind seemed to be erratic, the violent feeling stagnated in the chest became more and more intense, and the eight meridians faintly expanded and alienated... Reluctant and unable to delay any longer, Qin Nianjiu's eyes froze, stingy with alms The head with a frozen expression on its face, which had not yet closed its eyes, suddenly pulled out the long sword behind it, and its body flinched, and escaped into the black mist.

In the phantom formation, surrounded by white mist, a group of elders were swinging their swords at the woman in red who was crying blood and fighting endlessly.Outside the screen, the black mist suddenly dissipated, and Qin Nianjiu, with silver hair and white clothes, emerged from it, swooped down on the elders, and swept across with both swords——

Kill one person in ten steps!

Sensing the sudden drop in the pressure on their bodies, the elders didn't care much, they got up in a panic, fled, fled, attacked, or raised their swords to parry, but no matter how fast they dodged, they couldn't dodge faster than the Lingran sword intent of the two swords, and finally It was in vain, and he could not escape the end of a separation of body and head.

The panic was so great that some elders tried desperately to get in among the disciples, pulling the apostles to block them, but what they got in exchange was a black mist that was entangled in the murders like Ling Chi - in the blink of an eye, a plum-like blood mist burst into blossoms And then, for a moment, both black and white fogs were stained with blood, and blood was splashed inside and outside the screen, and mourning filled the mountains!

Amidst the yelling and misery, a figure hidden at the end of the crowd slowly moved back, and silently squeezed the white flag in his hand.

Killing a man is easier than killing a ghost, but being a human is harder than being a ghost.Qin Nianjiu was soaked in blood, cruising through the crowd like the wind, his white clothes had turned into red clothes, and his silver hair was even more bloodstained, but there was no sense of revenge on his face, only indifference.

The heavier the blood, the more he can lure his demon heart to move—but he can't help but kill—how can he not kill?

One step, warm blood splashed on his face, and the face of the grieving ghost dormant under his skin struggled and gradually emerged; another step, the wailing sound pierced his heart, and black mist pierced his back, turning into stumps...

His body, brain, and heart were all in pain. He just endured the pain without changing his expression, and went to find the next face that he had seen and engraved in his heart in the phantom formation, until the last person——

The dripping blood was about to blur his vision, and suddenly, in the eyes full of blood, there was a familiar blue shadow rushing towards the crowd against the rushing crowd, avoiding the sharp sword light in his hand, and reaching out to him: "Qin—"

……

When the weight on his body suddenly dissipated, regardless of the screaming or stunned disciples in front of him, Elder Gu Tian half-kneeled on the ground, using the shadowy figure to cover himself more tightly, and followed closely with a pair of eagle-like eyes. He fell on Qin Nianjiu who was walking through the crowd.

Far from being as foolish as Ming Lang, he has always known when to be in front of others and when to hide behind others—almost when the shadow formation was first set up and Ming Lang spoke, he stepped back vigilantly. In the middle of the crowd, the situation really got out of hand as he expected...

Almost biting his silver teeth, he stretched out his hand and flicked it on the ground, tightly grasped a handful of sand and stones, and then released them in an instant, using the imprint left on his palm as an occupation——the result of occupation was an unspeakable The "death"!

The immortal position he could get at his fingertips, the reputation of the Jade Mist School for hundreds of generations... He was unwilling to believe in his fate, his eyes were hot with hatred, he slammed the ground hard, and then moved his eyes to the silver-haired and white-clothed devil Shura.

The more adversity is, the more calm you must be... He stared at Qin Nianjiu, forcing his confused brain to spin, intending to find a flaw: This demon star should be able to kill everyone in the blink of an eye with the black mist-like magic energy, Why do you have to do it yourself?

...Is it for pleasure, or is it because he still can't completely control the black mist?After all, when he raised his sword violently, the power suppressing everyone disappeared...

No, he clearly has the ability to destroy the world...

So... Could it be because he couldn't precisely control the black mist and kill many elders at the same time?It was just now that he looked carefully, when he killed Zhan Ke Minglang, he only mobilized a single strand of black mist... But this does not explain...

etc.Why does he demand "precision"?

Zhuo Tian frowned and looked at Qin Nianjiu from a distance, not letting go of his every subtle movement, suddenly realized something - he didn't want to hurt innocent disciples!So……

For a moment, the clouds and the sun cleared before him, he suddenly turned his head to look at the scene of purgatory that was still unfolding in the distance outside the mountain, and then caught up with Qin Nianjiu's figure again in astonishment, could it be...

Seeing that every time he kills a person, there will be further abnormalities on his body. The current appearance is clearly trying to stay awake, and I am afraid that he will collapse into that deformed giant monster again in a short time-if he really commits a crime Why did the crime of massacring the city of people come to light only now? !

——It's ridiculous that this Qin Nianjiu has lost all his ruthless ways, but in his bones he is still a foolish patriarch who is as benevolent as a woman and kind-hearted in his heart like Elder Xinhui!

There was a moment of calculation in his heart, and his tightly pursed lips twitched uncontrollably, and he took out something from his sleeve—it was a piece of sycamore wood that he picked up at random, only an inch long.

The monster is huge, and life is hard to find, but he is still in human form, if he can hit his heart with one blow... maybe there is still a chance!

Only one chance to hit...

How to teach him to be distracted...

If you just pretend to be an apostle, I'm afraid it's not safe...

Zhuo Tian narrowed his eyes for a moment, remembering that blue shadow who was not afraid of the thunder and wanted to fly to protect the monster.

On the Jucang Mountain surrounded by the sun-blinding fire waves, when you look up, you can only see black, red and white thick fog intertwined, but it is cut apart by a sudden smear of azure like a blade.

"Tan Junying" who appeared suddenly stepped back half an inch, avoiding the sharp light of the two swords, and went straight to the Bloody Demon Star who was still barely maintaining a human shape, and stretched out his hand anxiously , wanting to stop him: "Qin Nianjiu!—"

Shocked by this scene, all the disciples widened their eyes in astonishment, and Ye Zhenglang froze on the spot: behind that blue shadow...it was the sky!

With the blue shirt blown up by the wind covering his figure, with the broken sycamore wood between his fingers, his complexion is no longer deathly pale, but covered with a layer of maddened red. ——Just a moment, just one blow, and he can change his "death" life. This great achievement of killing demons and saving the world is still his!

Success or failure lies in this moment. In an instant, everything in everyone's eyes seems to slow down, the wind blowing ears, the fog blowing eyes, the bloody smell flowing in the nose, the magic star moved towards Qingying's eyes one by one——

What followed was a crisp crackling sound.

The shocked expression of "Tan Junying" froze on the face in an instant, and the black mist that passed by was torn apart inch by inch, and the color faded away in an instant, fading into pieces of plain white spirit banners, The corners of the excited mouth froze.

Passing through the flying pieces of cloth, Qin Nianjiu exhausted his last strength, pinched Zhu Tian's throat fiercely and accurately with five fingers, pierced his fingertips inch by inch, pierced the skin and pierced the flesh, and directly grabbed his throat, and thrust out smoke--

Unlike the boy who fell softly to the ground back then, Zhu Tian fell heavily to the ground, struggling and twisting violently like a dehydrated fish, until the light in his pupils disappeared, and his mouth that could not make a sound was still twitching like a twitch, and he could vaguely distinguish Out of his mouth: "how could..."

……how come?No matter how difficult it is to bear the pain and pressure of alienation, Qin Nianjiu, who was also powerless and kneeling on the ground, would naturally not be kind enough to answer for him.

Using spirit flags to transform spirit beasts, and then using spirit beasts to change human forms, even the eyes of the sky can hardly tell the truth from the fake, it is indeed a good move.It's a pity—that person will never avoid his sword blade, even if the blade pierces through him, he will embrace him straight away.That person would never stop him, even if thousands of people attacked him, he would fight and kill for him... And more importantly, how could he fail to recognize the authenticity of the person he loves?This is the simplest truth, the orphan girl Luo Qingyu... told him early in the morning.

The wind was rustling, and the place was dead silent.There is no one who has any hatred for him among the horrified faces. ——Should I feel happy, or relaxed?But there was nothing but depression in his heart.

Covered by the thick black magic mist, Qin Nianjiu was overwhelmed and closed his eyes lightly. He didn't want to sigh, but said in a low voice: "...Hengjian, Master this time...he did what he said."

Even Elder Yu Tian was not the enemy of this demon star, he died in the blink of an eye, and the boundless fire waves outside the mountain had already engulfed the entire continent, scorching heat and dyed the sky red.

The magic mist covered the eyes, and the eyes and hearts of all the disciples in the audience were blank, and they couldn't even bring up the panic——suddenly, they heard Ye Zhenglang's unbelievable trembling voice, as if in great grief: "... ...Qin... Immortal Venerable?"

In a trance, as if someone snapped his fingers, the dense fog that lingered around suddenly faded away together with his voice, and what also faded away... was actually the terrifying scene of the end of the world outside the mountain!

In the blink of an eye, the tide receded, the flames suddenly extinguished, and the world was originally clear and peaceful.Under the sun, the cities are still full of people, and they look like——

Shocked to realize that the whole world-ending disaster was nothing but a mirage, all the disciples stared dumbfounded at the black mist in front of them melting like clouds, and the demon star struggled to stand up from it.

As the black mist faded, more bloody stumps began to sprawl out from behind him, almost making him unable to stand up straight, but he finally stood up straight, took a light breath, and walked towards them step by step. come.

Seeing the magic star gradually approaching, all the disciples were terrified, but they couldn't move their limp hands and feet, and it was difficult to utter a sound from their howling throat, so they could only watch helplessly as he walked towards them step by step—until he stopped at In front of Ye Zhenglan.

The body of an elder from the same sect was still warm, with blood, mud and flesh all over the place. Ye Zhenglan knelt and sat in such a mess, looking at the old man who was completely red, holding two swords and walking towards him with difficulty, there was only one thing in his heart. blank.

...Even so...Even so...He never hurt even a single hair of an innocent person, and he has no intention of causing harm to the world——If he hadn't been deceived by others back then, he only relied on one Hot blood will lead to disasters... so why today? !

The sound of the wind entered his ears, but his heart was filled with silence, and he could hear a needle drop.In such silence, he involuntarily let go of the spirit sword in his hand, knelt upright, and looked up at Qin Nianjiu, with shame and sadness on his face: "Qin—"

"..."

However, Qin Nianjiu looked down at his calm posture willing to lead his neck to be slaughtered, and lifted the corner of his mouth weakly as if laughing, and interrupted him: "...The Immortal Venerable is worrying too much. I won't kill you..."

Ye Zhenglang couldn't help being taken aback.

The face of the resentful ghost in the back of his head opened his mouth and smiled sharply. Qin Nianjiu pursed his lips, but his voice was as soft as the wind when he spoke: "...if you are dead too, who will remember what happened back then... to rectify the name of Guan Shizong... ...?"

Surprised, even more shocked, Ye Zhenglang heard what he meant, his pupils trembled for a moment, but there was a clang, the crisp sound of sword blades touching, and a pair of swords fell in front of him like this.

Trembling for a moment, Ye Zhenglang stood up abruptly in bewilderment, but Qin Nianjiu didn't look at him anymore, nor did he look at the blue shadow lying quietly in the forest behind him, he just tried his best to endure the sudden change of the devilish energy. In pain, he turned around and faced the crowd.

The stumps on his body grew more and more, and the blood flowed down. He couldn't resist the alienation of the demonic energy in his body, and he would eventually degenerate into a monster without sanity. At that time, the common people in the world...

Still unwilling to sigh, he defied the complex and strange gazes of his disciples, took a breath, and stood up a little more straight.

... What is he going to do?

Not knowing what his next move would be, all the disciples were fighting with each other. He hesitated to raise the hand holding the sword, but he heard him openly and calmly say, "...I, Qin Nianjiu——"

Just like the heartless and ruthless Qin Xianzun back then, he had no expression on his face, and his voice was cold and indifferent, but there was a little desolation in it: "... born with immortal bones, and the earth endowed with a spirit body. It should be for the common people. Overcoming difficulties, eliminating demons and defending the way—but the mind of the way is uncertain, and he fell into the way of the devil by mistake...committing heinous mistakes. Ashamed of the world, ashamed of the teacher, ashamed of relatives and friends, ashamed..."

He paused for a while, and didn't look at the direction where Tan Fengyue was. He could not bear to close his eyes slightly, and continued for a moment: "...I am ashamed of my lover."

Even if there is reluctance, even if there is regret, even if there is nostalgia...in the end, there will be no more.

Unable to tell whether the noise was the wind in his ears or the sad cry in his heart, he said softly: "Now, my crime is unforgivable. Only while I still have the heart..."

...Have a heart?

Maybe he never should have had a heart.

The whole heart seems to be tightly gripped by brute force, dripping blood is squeezed out, like tears, forming a sea in the bottom of my heart, it is suffering, sadness, injury, pain——

His voice was still calm: "...Let's return this flesh and blood to heaven and earth."

As decisively as he was when he raised his sword and slashed his neck, he closed his eyes again after the last word fell, and the wisps of black mist lingering around his body mutated into thin blades, piercing deeply into his body, and then piercing out from the inside out.Along with the flesh and blood of the meridians, it was his heart of flesh and blood that had not yet been demonized.

The blood splashed on the ground, the white clouds in the sky, the wind blowing across the face, the slow waves, Ye Zhenglan's eye sockets that were tearing apart, and the shocked faces of the disciples - all seemed to be frozen in this moment.

In the next moment, the wind and smoke are all clean, and the Tianshan Mountains are the same color.Waves washed over the rocky shore one after another, and there was no trace of magic energy on the Jucang Mountain, which was full of chaos.

As if a farce came to an abrupt end, all the clan members stared blankly at the remains of flesh and blood on the ground, unable to utter a single sound from their empty mouths.

……

——In the depths of the underworld, a black crow on the Wangxiang Terrace fluttered its wings and screamed, heading straight for the Hall of Yama.

There was also a commotion in the Tiangong.All the celestial maidens gathered around the cloud well covered their lips and sobbed, and their clothes were wet with tears.The teardrops fell, and turned into drizzle in the world.

The crying was disturbing, but Di Tianjun was keenly aware of the changes in the underworld, and he turned his head speechlessly to look at Lord Yama who had no intention of moving beside him: "Hey..."

Yama Lord just smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "I've already said, it's up to people."