Your Majesty doesn't know

Chapter 14 Block the sun

The human being in front of him, Jiu Ying really knew him even in ashes!

It will not forget this human being it hates, just as it will not forget its three heads that are farewell.And the one next to him in white clothes also caused me to suffer a lot of flesh and blood.

"Roar--"

The three big mouths sprayed out a huge stream of water at the same time. He Zichen quickly dodged, but he still couldn't dodge completely. He was rushed several feet away by the water column, and finally stopped by hugging a tree.

Looking at his drenched clothes, He Zichen couldn't help but be thankful. Fortunately, he wisely chose to shoot the red head first, otherwise he would burst into flames. The clothes were not as simple as being wet.

Water jets came one after another, and the tree he was holding was broken. He Zichen quickly dodged and hid behind another tree that looked the strongest and strongest.

Wiping his face in distaste, he thought to himself: What is it called to spit at people when you disagree with me?

"Zichen—"

In the noisy sound of water, He Zichen vaguely heard Sheng Ling calling him like this, which made him feel a little dazed for a while.Shaking his head, he waved his hand towards the side of the tree and shouted loudly, "I'm here!"

Shengling Yujian flew, Xunsheng found He Zichen, reached out to him, and pulled him to his sword.

Sheng Ling's body was also half wet, but it was obviously much better than He Zichen who was in a mess.

"Tsk, it seems that the skill of controlling the sword still needs to be learned." He Zichen sighed.

Sheng Ling didn't make a sound, his eyebrows were slightly lowered, and he looked calmly at Jiuying who was still spraying water over there.

The soft light of the moon heart stone on the top of the staff gradually brightened, and the light was so bright that it was almost dazzling.He Zichen's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly shouted, "What are you doing?!"

Sheng Ling looked calmly, looked ahead, and said in a deep voice: "It has grown a lot in the past few years, but the power I can use now is less than [-]%. The power of the stone killed him."

"No!" He Zichen snatched the magic staff over with his hands, and said forcefully, "Until your vitality recovers, don't use the power of the Moon Heart Stone again!"

Sheng Ling turned his head and looked at him silently, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

"I mean, didn't you realize that the monster is already at the end of its battle?" He Zichen pointed at Jiuying with his staff, and pouted, "Look, the spit of saliva is less and less every time, and the other three heads see It looks like it's about to die, and its legs and feet are weak, and it's almost unsteady... We just need to avoid its sharp edge, and wait until it can't hold on, and then kill it with one blow, wouldn't it be better?"

What he said was the truth. The nine infants had suffered a lot of injuries after bumping into the trapped beast formation these days. They were all supported by the belief that they wanted to get out of the forest. They were almost unconscious, so that they were struck by lightning earlier. He was so bruised and bruised that he didn't even think about fighting back.

This show of power is still due to the blessing of old hatred, and it is nothing more than consuming the remaining vitality in advance.With plenty of time, it is undoubtedly the best choice to slowly wait for it to weaken, and then take advantage of the victory to pursue it.

only--

"I'm just afraid... there will be changes if it's too late," Sheng Ling said.

It is an ancient fierce beast, even if it is dying, it is uncertain how long this breath can last.

Having said that, Sheng Ling didn't insist anymore, the light of the Moon Heart Stone dimmed quietly, and then returned to the previous faint soft light.

He Zichen took off the arrow branch and put it on the bowstring again. Sheng Ling saw what he meant, and while flexibly controlling the sword to avoid the jet of water, he searched for the most favorable position. The three eyeballs on Jiuying's cyan head exploded.

Blood dripped down the eyes, and the monster with six eyes left turned into a veritable one-eyed dragon this time.

This blow was undoubtedly huge. Jiuying, who was on the verge of collapse, finally completely lost his mind. The six heads raised their heads to the sky and roared, and a huge roar echoed in the forest that covered the sun. Run fast, the birds fly away.

He Zichen felt that his fragile eardrums were about to be shattered by the monster's roar, so he couldn't help covering his ears tightly, urging Sheng Ling Yujian to stay away.

The two retreated straight to the edge of the sun-blocking forest, outside the trapped beast formation, and the terrifying roar was silenced.

"What kind of water and fire is this guy spraying? In my opinion, it's better to attack with a roar, and several mouths make a sound at the same time. This is much more powerful than spraying water and fire!" He Zichen scratched his ears and said.

Sheng Ling said: "Unless it lures the prey, Jiuying generally doesn't like to cry, that's all because of anger and pain."

"Hey, then tell me, what is it calling?" He Zichen tugged at Sheng Ling's sleeve and said with a smile, "Could it be calling 'Mom'? Well, I think it is."

Sheng Ling didn't know how to answer the whimsical thoughts that popped up from time to time, so he nodded casually.

"Shengling...Shengling! Go back!" He Zichen's voice suddenly became urgent, and he pointed behind him, "The forest is on fire! Is this Jiuying trying to turn into a roasted beast?!"

Sheng Ling immediately turned around, only to see that in the forest where Jiuying had stayed before, there was a big fire, and thick smoke billowed into the blue sky.

The two crossed the trapped beast formation again, and He Zichen was ready to plug his ears, but he didn't hear Jiuying's roar. He thought to himself: Could it be that he was really roasted by himself?

Concentrating on the flames spreading over there, Sheng Ling cast his spell again while wielding his sword.

After a while, the thick clouds in the sky gathered above the fire, and the color changed from white to black in a flash, and a thunderbolt brought heavy rain.

In the stalemate of the torrential rain and the flames, the two stood on the sword and hurried towards the dark cloud.

When the two landed on the ground, the fire was much smaller, but it could not be completely extinguished for a while.A large area of ​​trees fell here, which shows how violent the dying struggle of Jiuying was before.The red tongue of flame attached to the fallen tree trunk and licked continuously, but it shrank little by little in the rainstorm, and finally annihilated.

The rain was heavy, like an unreasonable shrew, smashing her head and face on the ground.He Zichen and Sheng Ling walked in the rain, but the rain seemed to have spirituality, and they slanted their feet to avoid it.

Surrounded by trees, smog, rain and flames, but they seem to be isolated from this world, there is a different kind of warmth, He Zichen's heart moved, he took Sheng Ling's hand, flinched pretendingly, said : "I'm a little cold."

Sheng Ling didn't turn his head to look at him, but He Zichen could clearly feel a steady stream of warmth coming from the hands they held together. He lowered his head and looked at the intertwined hands of the two, snickered inexplicably, and raised his head again. Looking at Sheng Ling, the side face of Jiao Ran is as frosty as snow, and a little earlobe is exposed in the silver hair, like a ripe cherry.

Jiuying had already died from exhaustion, and fell to the ground slumped. His huge body was like a hill. When the two of them walked in front of Jiuying's body, their expressions became a little strange, as if they smelled a faint smell from the air... ...meaty?

Smell it carefully, it is indeed meaty, it smells a bit burnt, but the inside must not be cooked yet, it can be seen that the fire is not well controlled... Cough, I missed it.

"It really can't think about roasting itself..." He Zichen was shocked, and said in surprise, "How crazy is this?"

"No." Sheng Ling took a closer look, shook his head, and frowned, "No, this fire is not for roasting itself. Look at the..."

He Zichen heard the words and looked at one of the heads of Jiuying, only to see a cloud of misty black air lingering in its mouth. He looked at the other mouths in a blink of an eye, and there was a cloud of black air without exception. If you observe carefully , this kind of black air still exists in other places on its body surface, but its skin is burnt black, which is not very conspicuous.

"This..." He Zichen had some kind of speculation in his mind, but he deliberately ignored it. He laughed dryly and said, "Even his own tongue was scorched? It's because of too much fire, playing with fire."

Sheng Ling glanced at him, knowing that he had already seen the clue, so he said directly: "It's demonic energy."

"It tried its best to avoid it before, but after all, what it didn't avoid... was the devil."

The demon that made the ancient fierce beasts avoid it.

"That's it, what a pity..." He Zichen shook his head and sighed, "I thought I could taste the meat of an ancient ferocious beast, but since it was polluted by the devilish energy, I had no choice but to give up."

"However..." After joking around for a while, he still couldn't help raising doubts, "How could there be demonic energy in this sun-blocking forest?"

Sheng Ling said: "Probably the gap in the hidden abyss extends into the forest, and there must be monsters coming out from here."

Tibetan abyss, hidden abyss...

This is the second time He Zichen has heard this name being mentioned. Every time he hears these two words, he feels a strange feeling, like fear and sadness.

"Since Jiuying is dead and we can't stay for barbecue, let's go back first." He Zichen smiled with a pale face, "I want to sleep a little bit."

Sheng Ling was stunned for a moment, seeing that there seemed to be something wrong with his face, he nodded and said, "Okay."

The huge flying sword set off from the sky above the sun-blocking forest, and the two stood on the sword one after the other, and walked against the wind towards the Star Picking Tower.

Behind them, the ink clouds gradually dissipated, the shower had just stopped, and the sky was clean, if one ignored the mess in the forest that covered the sun, it would be as if nothing had happened.

The trapped beast array cut off all noises inside, and an ancient ferocious beast fell silently, except for the two people who had just left, no one knew about it.

——Does no one really know?

What no one really knew was that, beyond the rain and flames, under the cover of smoke, there was a pair of eyes silently watching those two people.

When everything returned to calm, a black shadow sprang out from the darkness without a sound, and with a wave of his hand, a cloud of black mist rose from Jiuying's huge body, and the flesh and blood quickly fell off like falling petals in the black mist , melted, and vanished into nothingness, leaving only a huge skeleton on the spot.

The black figure stood there silently for a long time, as if in deep thought, as if nostalgic.

It finally moved, reached out to pick out one of Jiuying's ribs, then jumped lightly, sat on a leg bone, took out a dagger from nowhere, and focused on carving on that rib.

Under the contrast of the huge and white skeleton, the black shadow looks small, and this black and white picture looks extraordinarily weird, but inexplicably harmonious.

……

"Sheng Ling, let's chat for a while." Standing on the sword, He Zichen was dizzy, and wanted to find something to say, "... Tell me, why do you go alone when you encounter some danger? What are so many people doing in Zhaixing Building?"

Sheng Ling didn't look back, but looked ahead and said, "They're all still children."

"What kind of child? Except for Lan Yin who is a child, they are all in their teens. Back then, you and I..."

He Zichen stopped suddenly, and said after a while: "...But, speaking of it, the people in Zhaixinglou seem to be all teenagers, are there any older ones?"

Sheng Ling remained silent for a long time, only the whistling wind could be heard in his ears. It was so long that He Zichen thought he would not answer, and when he was about to start another topic, Sheng Ling suddenly spoke.

"A few years ago, there were monsters attacking the Zhaixing Building, and all the older disciples were killed, only some younger half-grown children survived under their desperate protection..."

"So, I can't easily put them in danger, and dare not gamble with the only people left in the Zhaixing Building."

Those who can really stand on their own are all dead, and those who are still alive have not yet grown up. If something big happens to the Zhaixing Building, which usually looks brilliant, Sheng Ling can only support it.And Shengling's condition is not good now, the entire Xingxing Building is like a fortress on a cliff, if you are not careful, you may fall off the altar and be defeated.

He Zichen felt a little sad, but he didn't have much energy to feel sad. His body was weak, he staggered slightly, and his head became more dizzy.

Years of prosperous dreams all withered overnight, and were divided into numerous fragments under the blade of time, and they fell all over his forehead profusely...

He Zichen felt that maybe he needed a good sleep.

The sky was blue with light clouds.

Sheng Ling stood facing the wind, his white clothes fluttering, and the wind blowing his silver hair onto his face gave him a gentle itch.

He Zichen took a small step forward, put his chin on Sheng Ling's shoulder, put his hands around Sheng Ling's waistband, closed his eyes, and whispered in that man's ear: "Sheng Ling, I'm going to faint. "

After speaking, he really tilted his head, and he didn't know whether he fainted or fell asleep, leaned against Sheng Ling and lost consciousness.

This time, maybe I fainted first, right?

I can also safely close my eyes and entrust myself to you without worrying about being left behind by you.

When He Zichen woke up, it was already a new morning. The window pane divided a round of warm red sun into several pieces, and the sunlight penetrated through the thin window paper, which was a little gentle.

Stretching comfortably, He Zichen looked at the environment he was in. It was a room with simple furnishings, except for the bed he was lying on.All you need is a set of tables and chairs, and a set of tea sets on the table.

Not even an ordinary vase.

This is Sheng Ling's room.