Immortal couple

Chapter 67

There is a limit to the amount of pain that the human mind can tolerate. A sponge is filled with water, and seawater can flow through it as much as possible, but it cannot penetrate a drop of water...

What happened to Mei Aoshuang was unexpected, and it can only be explained in these simple words. Now in Wu Zhuzhu's mind, everything is mixed, fragmented, erratic, and spread in a mess.At first, he just wanted to watch from a distance, with a little hope, and after a little bit of prying and peeling, it became this situation, and the last little hope turned into sin.

Some memories are already almost silent. The ancient Tibetan sea road was almost wiped out due to excessive pain, and now I see such things.These memories suddenly came back to life, as if the invisible handwriting written on the white paper with steganographic ink was clearly revealed after being heated by the fire.It seemed that all the wounds on my heart were split open again, and the blood was flowing.

At dawn, Wu tried to come to the abyss of the Tibetan Sea three hundred miles away. The endless Gobi was placed on this terrifyingly blue seaside. The strong lord, after the death of Xinghuang, the dragon clan attacked again, leaving a place of blackened and rotten bones.

Looking at the dying wisps of mist floating above the half-awake and half-asleep castle, being blown by the sea wind and swaying from side to side, wandering on the surface of the stagnant sea, at this time, the sun is rising, the end of the sea is full of rays of light, and the abyss of the hidden sea All the landscapes, such as the city wall, the stage of life and death, and the military training ground, were bathed in the torrent of light, as if they were all burning together. In the light of the fire, the horrific horror burst into flames in an instant.

Wu Shizhu's face was ashen, and in his widened pupils, he saw himself on the stage of life and death suddenly burst out a devilish laugh, this kind of laughter can only be made when a person is no longer human, and the blood sea sword in his hand is not Blood dripping from the ground is its tears, and the already cold corpse on the ground is its owner—the Xinghuang Zanghai. He is lying in a pool of blood, quietly and peacefully, with a smile as faint as the rising sun in spring...

"I will cure your dream disease..."

Xinghuang's voice was a little ethereal, his black hair made his edges and corners more distinct, and there were a little traces of time on his face, but not much, he likes to fake smiles, and every time he smiles, he is accompanied by a fatal palm. Gu Dao learned his skills in such a 'crisis'.

But at that time, the Ancient Canghai Road couldn’t laugh, and they didn’t have such emotions from birth. They had an expression of hatred and fear all day long, and even the most vicious monster in the Tibetan Sea Abyss would feel uncomfortable seeing this expression, so they laughed every day. I have to whip him several times, every time Gu Dao survived with a strange vitality, in fact he wanted to die, after he died, that dream would be gone, he would be liberated...get rid of the ferocious cry of the woman named Cuiqin , the sound of clothes being ripped, the sound of flesh being torn, the sound of bones being broken, the blood rushing from the eyes... a large piece of sticky blood crawled in the empty darkness, staining the only complete piece of embroidered bamboo red. The leaf-patterned cloak soaked through the emerald bamboo leaf hairpin stuck in the hair...

The ancient Tibetan sea road never regarded itself as a living person, and regarded every day as a hell for fighting with demons, day after day, and time endlessly reincarnated.Life drifts within.

"You can't cure me."

Gu Dao was 25 years old that year, and he decided to kill someone.

"I don't allow it." Xing Huang stopped him and threw back his salute: "You are born with perfect spiritual roots, and you will definitely be able to cultivate immortality and become a Taoist. If you can't let go of hatred, if your heart is not pure, all previous efforts will be wasted. I have worked so hard to make you learn to be an immortal." Spells, you treat me like a mallet! Do whatever you want."

Gu Dao said indifferently: "Get out of the way."

Xing Huang resolutely blocked the way: "You can kill many people, but that one, you kill...you will enter the way of the devil."

"You are just a monster, what are you talking about about the ethics of heaven?" Gu Dao's eyes were like a beast in hell, without emotion: "I don't need you to care about what I become."

"Okay, you can go." Xing Huang's light blue eyes looked long at the towering platform of life and death in the distance, and said with a smile: "I'll dig you out of your mother's belly for you to eat and for you Use, to raise you for 25 years, to put it bluntly, your life is mine, and you can leave after this account is settled." After a pause, he pointed to the sky obliquely, and declared war: "Life and death platform, dare you?"

The platform of life and death, the duel platform in the abyss of the Tibetan Sea, there must be life and death when entering the battle, and there is absolutely no result of a tie.A huge blue-gray roof is suspended on the high pillars of basalt, and the stone railings of the platform are stained with crimson spots like sunset clouds, which are the traces of blood splashed on it all year round.

Gu Dao has fought tens of thousands of battles on this arena of life and death, without a single defeat. He flew into the arena of life and death without the slightest hesitation, and looked down on the stage from the stage to look down at the Xinghuang who was flying under the stage. One face dark and one light, one black and one white, life and death.

The swords in the hands of the two of them seemed to flow like a streamer, and all of their previous confrontation skills were completely gone, and their exchanges were all tricky.Exactly the same swordsmanship, like two thunderclouds colliding, the sky is dark and the sky is dark. Every move depends on who is faster and who is more ruthless. During the ups and downs of the sea, three face-to-face hand-to-hand combats have been completed.

Between the swords, the flames shone across the sky, so bright that the scorching sun lost its sharpness. A sword with a string of flying blood beads was fixed in the air and broke into pieces, watching the bloody arm rolling on the ground. After a few rolls, the hatred in Gu Dao's eyes stagnated for a moment, his face froze with a ferocious expression, and he held the bloody sword he had snatched from him.

Xing Huang took a step forward, further shortening the distance between the two, and gently lowered his head, his lips almost touching Gu Dao's ear: "This time, I lost, before you leave... I have something to give you .”

With his remaining left hand, he took out a piece of golden jade paper, on which were printed the four words of spiritual light—the dust-free realm.

"This is to recruit Yujian. You...were recruited, but..." A mouthful of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and Xinghuang was still smiling slightly: "The dust-free realm...accepts human races...monster races, never accepts...devil races... Clan! Demons...are outside the way of heaven."

"I'm sorry... I can't heal you..."

The ethereal voice dissipated and stopped in Gu Dao's ear, and his warm body rolled down from his shoulders, and with a click...it fell to the ground.

The shattered sword shone painfully in the sun, hitting Gu Dao's heart. With the same move, they snatched each other's swords. Xing Huang held the sword, which could kill him, but It was with a gentle face that he broke the sword in the air. In an instant, Gu Dao couldn't retract and release freely. The sword was too fast to catch, stabbing the Xinghuang's heart, and the sword turned to the hand that still wanted to touch him... …

That day, Gu Dao, who had never laughed before, laughed ferociously and died silently, and his eyes that had never shed tears were filled with sorrow. He sat on the stage of life and death for a day and a night, and finally burned his body. The monsters in the hidden sea abyss were shocked and bowed their heads Yes, those who seek revenge and risk their lives, he ignored them, and took the blood sea sword to the dust-free realm.

There is a grave in everyone's heart, where the most painful memories are buried.

"Father... half of my dream disease is cured... I want to cure the other half, am I too greedy? So... I still went to that place, this time... no one came to stop me, I But dare not move..."

Looking at the life and death platform that was so broken that there was only one stone pillar left, Wu Shiqiu smiled wryly, pulled off the red bamboo leaf hairpin on his head, and the spell flashed, turning into a bright blood red sword and thrusting into the sand in front of him.

"Blood Sea, do you miss him?"

The Blood Sea Sword glowed bright red in the earthy yellow sand, as if it wanted to illuminate the entire sea area, until it saw that warm and powerful figure.

Looking up, the sky is bright and brilliant, the sun has lifted the clouds and mist, and has risen to the sky.

It has been a day and a half since he came out, Wu tried to stand up and patted the dust off his body, he had to go back and discuss with Mei Aoshuang, he planned to help him destroy the pair of symbiotic orbs, so that he could be free. The demon can choose as he pleases, and here, he will return to the dust-free realm.

"Brother Sect Leader, I'll go back..." Pushing the door open, Wu tried not to see Mei Aoshuang, and immediately became nervous. Thinking of what happened last time, he felt a little guilty. Small punks are not easy to deal with.

Searching around, Wu Zhuzhu was even more flustered, the brocade dress was neatly arranged beside the bed, and the Taoist shirt of monk Xianyue in the cabinet was gone, and so was the hair crown.

...Could it be that he went back to Xianyue to throw himself into the trap?

Thinking back to when Mei Aoshuang asked him about the Emperor Xing, Wu Qin frowned, did he want to kill Mei Yuefeng? ?

"My God..." Wu tried to pace back and forth, angry and angry, with a string of curse words on the corner of his mouth: "Is your brain so funny? Can't you just wait a little longer? Damn, are you a pig, are you mentally retarded... Lose I also want to destroy the Orb of Symbiosis for you, your uncle's..." Finally, he slammed the suit and said, "Die, I don't care, whoever you love, you think you will leave without saying goodbye, and so will I ,Depend on."

After scolding, Wu Zhuo went back to his room to pack his bags, went downstairs to pay the rent, and left angrily.

Mountain springs and waterfalls, ancient trees surround the mountain, pine trees form forests, and cranes support clouds. In the past ten years, this mountain has not changed any appearance.It's just... on the top of the mountain, there seems to be a stench that can't be dispelled no matter what, and an increasingly gray cloud of depraved and dull souls.

Mei Aoshuang was wearing this Taoist uniform that she had worn for ten years, and the blood spirit stone on the top of her hair was emitting a hollow light. Standing in front of the archway of the mountain gate, she looked up at the mountain, her eyes were full of green with no end in sight. , Flying through this door countless times, and seeing the same scene thousands of times, this is the first time I have seen such a fairy mountain.

"Master... no, Mei Aoshuang!!!"

"Devil... a member of the devil's way... Mei... Mei Aoshuang."

"Quickly report to the master!!!"

Seeing Mei Aoshuang panicked, the cultivators guarding the mountain immediately took up a posture of examining the traitors, some drew their swords, some gave signals non-stop, and there were some vicious ones who wanted to do justice for the sky, hiding in the distance and reading Create a spell array.

Among a group of frantic monks, whoever's spell was triggered, they flew a few times in the air, and the weak spell hit the target and landed on Mei Aoshuang, her picturesque eyebrows twitched slightly , Mei Aoshuang lowered her eyes, watching that the clothes on her arms were torn, and the blue and white fabric was slowly stained with a layer of blood.

Everyone turned around in disbelief to find out who was responsible for it. A meek little disciple trembled with excitement: "I... I actually hit Mei Aoshuang, haha... I hit him."

An older monk sensed that something was wrong, he stood up, took out a talisman, cast a spell between his eyebrows to start the battle, and hit Mei Aoshuang's chest with a single finger pushing the mountain technique, hitting Mei Aoshuang's chest hard, hitting that girl like a fairy turning into a feather The population spurts blood.

"He has no spiritual power!" the monk announced, and the momentum of punishing evil and eliminating adultery became even higher.

"Catch the devil!!!"

"Revenge for Master Xingyao!..."

For a while, the foot of the mountain was boiling, and everyone rushed out to compete for the first place.

His eyes were dimmed, and he couldn't hear the loud shouting and cursing, and the pain of laceration spread all over his body. It turns out...it's so helpless to be a mortal, and what's even more helpless, is the despair of wanting to die, but, before death, he I want to look at that person, and ask in a dignified manner, "Please understand my ten years of 'bondage' with your own hands."

Because he knew...he couldn't kill that person with his own hands, even if he possessed a higher Taoism than the Tibetan Sea Ancient Road, he couldn't do it.But escaping...but only wakes up from the nightmare silently every night, dreaming of the woman he pierced with a sword with his own hands, dreaming of the crying tears of the fox demon before it died...the farther you escape, the nightmare It will become clearer, and more and more ghosts will stand out from which dreamland, and ask him with hatred in their eyes, "Why should I die because of you?"

He felt like a gorgeous puppet, who had played the respectful teacher for ten years, but there were still countless shiny silver threads on his back, manipulating his every move, every gesture, every dream.