This righteous way always wants to die

"It seems that this is the place. It feels so uncomfortable to completely cut off the spiritual energy." Duan Fanchen rubbed his arms and frowned slightly.

Shu Tu sat cross-legged on the ground, a Tang Dao that flickered with cold light but could not reflect anything lay across his knee.

Dots of golden photoelectric flashes wrapped around the sword.

"Then you are ready..." Shu Tu asked with his eyes closed.

Duan Fanchen clenched his hands tightly, and then slowly released them.

"Is your Broken Sword prepared for me?" Duan Fanchen looked forward, and the place that looked like a bay felt like the gate of the underworld.

It has become a small world.

"It's not just you." There was a smile on the corner of Shu Tu's mouth, but Duan Fanchen had to face up to the murderous intent in the smile.

The Nether Sea Beast is the former Nether Sea, where there are countless resentful spirits, how can they not use it?

An area was planned for the juniors of Wanshengmen to practice, and the more terrifying vengeful spirits were beheaded by him one by one.

Of course, beheading is also another form of superseding, already killed and superseded.

It is merit.

Even if Tiandao didn't want to, he had to give him Heavenly Thunder Tribulation to further enhance his strength.

Refining body, seizing thunder.

The golden thunder light on the Tang knife is the thunder of merit.

This power is not ordinary, maybe it is very weak as a killing, weak like a breeze compared to a strong wind.

But kindness always goes farther than malice.

In terms of merit as lethality, there is no one in the demonic way who can compete with him. Even Duan Fanchen can't stop Shu Tu's current move if he doesn't have Mo Lian.

"But it took a long time..." Duan Fanchen narrowed his eyes slightly.

[Long time no see, Lord Fanchen. 】In front of his eyes, Bu Ji is just as young as before, but he is already calm and not like a young man.

Perhaps he is already in his twilight years?

"Stop cheating." Duan Fanchen smiled.

'Bu Ji' lowered his head, and the lily-of-the-valley bell on his neck rang crisply.

But when he raised his head again, his face turned into Duan Fanchen's, his smile was a little shy and shy, and he was a person from a different world from the current Duan Fanchen.

"That's right." Duan Fanchen propped his chin with one hand, winking like silk.

【haven't seen you for a long time. 】'Duan Fanchen' said so.

"Ah, it's really great. As expected of a demon." Duan Fanchen's lips twitched an inexplicable smile.

"I have you because I envy Bu Ji." Duan Fanchen suddenly said again.

'Duan Fanchen' had a crack on his face.

"I want to tear off his disguised face all the time, but he has never been sincere from the beginning to the end, so how can he pretend?"

'Duan Fanchen' put away his smile, as indifferent as a dead thing.

"I thought this was a heartless monster, the darling of heaven. I envy and hate him, because he overlaps with the person in the past."

'Duan Fanchen' had another crack on his face.

"So... I was so cowardly from the beginning to the end."

'Duan Fanchen': "Since you know, why don't you admit defeat?"

The inner demon is of course more powerful than the deity who acts recklessly.

You have become a demon, so how can you be afraid of being bewitched by the so-called demon.

"Because the reality is completely different... Bu Ji is not invincible, Bu Ji is not indifferent, and Bu Ji is not a strong man who stands at the highest point." Duan Fanchen clearly admired Bu Ji, but at this moment he gave a completely shocking A dumbfounded answer.

"Because Bu Ji is an ordinary person."

Duan Fanchen looked at the stunned face of 'Duan Fanchen', and returned a wicked and wanton delicate smile.

Shu Tu opened his eyes, watching the ink-colored lotus suddenly twirling and gradually turning into green-gold.

He also froze slightly.

Duan Fanchen sat cross-legged on the lotus platform, and the petals opened one by one, no longer evolving into a bud and blooming process.

All is said and done.

Duan Fanchen lowered his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was soft and tinged with pity.

He gently pinched a flower with his fingertips.

Smile?Nianhua bergamot!

Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately? !

Shu Tu was also stunned, is this okay?

Duan Fanchen raised his hand slightly, and the flower flew to the sky as if passing through a treasure ship.

Shu Tu saw white flowers floating down outside.

"Changbai flower?" Shu Tu recognized the flower, it wasn't Lingzhi, and he didn't know it.

But this seems to be Bu Ji's favorite flower...

Why do you like it?

Shu Tu couldn't remember the reason.

[Falling flowers? 】

Relying on the iceberg, Bu Ji slightly opened his eyes wide.

The ice sculpture in his hand was dropped to the ground by him.

what?

what is that? ...

【…】

Bu Ji clenched his fist against the space between his eyebrows, but still couldn't remember.

He has been eroded too much by the head of reincarnation.

[So what if you come. 】

Samsara smiled maliciously.

"You can't win."

Sensing Samsara's long heart, Bu Ji also smiled.

[Except for Heaven, who can beat me? ...and...] Chang Samsara chuckled lightly.

"You give yourself the crazy flag like this, and Bu Ji has nothing to say. But how can the children of Bu Ji's family be weak?" The more Bu Ji said, the brighter his eyes became.

[Hehehe...hehehe...hahahaha! !You are so good at telling jokes! 】The head of reincarnation laughed wildly, his voice was torn apart by the storm.

Only one petal fell into the hands of Bu Ji after untold hardships.

The melancholy of falling flowers.

Bu Ji gently held a piece of smooth ice crystals shining like diamonds.

The petals actually drilled into the ice crystals like this, and with the help of the divination machine, it was already scratching off a piece of ice.

"He's really leisurely." Duan Fanchen and Shu Tu hadn't even approached Iceland when they saw a small man on the ground.

From small to large, there is a ratio of several to one.

Obviously there is no difference in color, but it can make people tell who is from whom.

Bu Ji hit the ground with a fist, and the blood stained the ice and soon froze again.

He raised his hand again as if unconscious.

Standing up, he soon softened again as if someone had pulled his bones out.

To describe the whole person in one sentence, it is as if the bones have been pumped out.

Like a shadow play, the shadow puppets lost their support, so they could only collapse on the ground in such a mess.

"Brother Xiaoji?" Shu Tu, who moved faster, found Bu Ji immediately.

"Hmm... hello, who are you?" Bu Ji unexpectedly asked after a moment of panic.

Shu Tu was also stunned.

But the next divination machine knocked on his head like a broken TV.

"Shu Tu." Seeing Bu Ji's confused expression recede, Shu Tu couldn't help showing a smile.

"I would like to greet Gousheng and your family, all the sword celestial beings are not very talented, but they are all the fastest ones!" Sitting on the lotus platform behind, Duan Fanchen, who was actually not satisfied with his speed, couldn't help cursing.

"Fanfan." Something seemed wrong with Bu Ji.

Duan Fanchen was taken aback by his title.

"Ahem...don't talk about this yet, are you ready?" Bu Ji put away his mentally handicapped expression just now.

"It really is you..." Duan Fanchen raised a middle finger.

"Let's talk about the old days...or I won't be able to hold on anymore." Bu Ji's emotional words made both of them uncomfortable.

The original rigid divination machine is not like him at all at the moment.

"Ah, are you going to return the lonely things? Little cuties?" Bu Ji's voice changed suddenly.

But the next moment they saw Bu Ji punching themselves in the face.

"Shut up, you fucking pervert." Bu Ji spat out a mouthful of blood towards the snow.

The whole person is completely divided.

"...According to what I said, don't miss it." Duan Fanchen glanced coldly at Shu Tu.

Shu Tu's hand holding Bu Ji trembled slightly, but nodded quickly.

"Please." Bu Ji pulled out an extremely ugly smile.

He said nothing, but said everything.

Bu Ji bet his life on these two people.

If the head of reincarnation is using these two people to prevent Tiandao from taking back his magic weapon, then Bu Ji is struggling to survive by his use.

What if the magic weapon of reincarnation has been completely recognized by others?

He is feared by heaven and earth, how much of his power does his magic weapon account for?

What if he uses his magic weapon... to 'extend' the length of reincarnation?

The divination machine is just a twisted existence under the seal of heaven and the cycle of reincarnation.

He is just a personality, and the soul is the same as the head of reincarnation.

It is better to say that if the reincarnated personality does not wake up for a day, he will always exist.

So what the two need to do is very simple.

……

cut him!

Seriously wound his soul with his magic weapon!

The long reincarnation will fall into a deep sleep again, but can the divination machine survive?

No one knows.

Who dares to bet on such a thing?

Bu Ji dare!

His father told him to follow the path, and to practice is to go against the sky.

His father told him to give up his life, and everyone was equal before life.

He will not step out of his father's frame, because that frame is the best.

But there are some things, the bottom line.

He wants to live!

He wants to live! !

He wants to be with them! !

【"Ah! You guys! You actually betrayed Gu?!"] Chief Samsara roared.

However, he didn't know that the insane magic weapons recognized the previous divination machine as the head of reincarnation, so they were so easily given to the two.

Rebel Army!

"I have to say, you are worthy of the person I once lamented, madman and ghost, where are you?" Duan Fanchen sighed slightly.

When she said this, Qinglian swayed golden light to completely immobilize Chief Samsara.

At this moment, no matter where, no matter which side of the small world.

No matter who the reincarnation leader is, he will never have the chance to be resurrected, as long as this body still exists!

"...Severely injured, stay on the line!" Shu Tu fell silent.

The Tang Dao in his hand was named Broken Dao, of course not because it was broken, but because it was responsible for cutting off!

Cut off cause and effect!

Both reincarnation and heaven are the product of cause and effect, and I feel this power.

The head of reincarnation involuntarily wanted to escape.

The Dao of Heaven has long been hidden, and it can no longer control these people in this world.

"Break!" Shu Tu shouted.

The Tang knife pierced Bu Ji's abdomen.

Streams of smoke spread out and were quickly inhaled by Qinglian.

Shu Tu quickly pulled out again, and the sword fell into his waist with a flick.

"...This really hurts." Bu Ji opened his eyes with a pale face.

Duan Fanchen has already brought the golden sore medicine.

"Brother Xiaoji!" Shu Tu turned around.

"...It feels a bit strange." Bu Ji looked at his hand and sighed with emotion.

"What's so wonderful?" Duan Fanchen was rather curious.

"I used to feel that everything had nothing to do with me, but now I long to feel everything." Bu Ji took Duan Fanchen's hand with his backhand, and then Shu Tu's hand.

He just knelt in the wind and snow, as if mourning someone, kneeling there.

Warm tears slid down his hand into the hands of the other two.

"It's ok!"

"It's ok."

When Bu Ji wanted to say an apology, they said that sentence.

"Brother Xiaoji, is he alright?" Shu Tu asked, looking at Bu Ji who was wrapped in a fur coat and his face was still blue.

Duan Fanchen blocked the storm so that Shu Tu could protect the divination machine.

At this moment, it is difficult for both of them to protect themselves, let alone a divination.

Shu Tu's aura kept him warm, but when he entered it, nothing came of it.

"It's okay...don't lose your spiritual power, this is a lack of soul." Bu Ji stopped his futile movements.

"Substitute! You come and cut it out!" Duan Fanchen cut a sentence, after all, the lotus magic weapon is still not as good as the sword-shaped magic weapon.

"Be careful." Shu Tu let go of his hand, Bu Ji didn't care about the strong wind here, and stepped out casually.

Almost being swept down, he didn't feel anything himself, but Duan Fanchen was frightened into a cold sweat.

"Fuck, you don't want to die!" Duan Fanchen hugged his waist tightly, the person who obviously had no spiritual power was Bu Ji, but he felt his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

"Isn't it you?" Bu Ji's face was paralyzed, but the words he blurted out were comparable to teasing.

Powerful!

Duan Fanchen's face turned red.

I feel ashamed after not listening to the unserious words of this decent person for a long time...

Looking at Duan Fanchen who was choked by him and couldn't speak, Bu Ji smiled even though he felt frozen.

"Sit down, I don't feel comfortable standing." With feelings, Bu Ji feels more casual, but it doesn't make people feel cold. It's as gentle as a warm spring breeze, and there is a hint of coolness that makes people feel warmer.

Bu Ji simply hugged Duan Fanchen, Duan Fanchen sat down and realized that he was actually hugged by that person.

The pose made him feel uneasy for no apparent reason.

"Don't move..." Bu Ji said slightly.

The bodies of both of them were very warm due to the operation of spiritual power, unlike his frozen hands and feet, which were all stiff.

Feeling the coldness on Bu's fuselage, and inputting spiritual power for a moment, he knew it couldn't be solved.

Had to hold his hand tightly.

"By the way, I haven't given this to you yet." Bu Ji smiled and took out two sticks from behind as if by magic.

A hairpin of blood-colored ice crystals, and an ice crystal flower that looks like a real flower.

Bu Ji stuffed the flower into Duan Fanchen's hand.

"The flowers are very beautiful. I didn't expect you to remember what happened so long ago." Bu Ji gently covered his head.

"Well done." Bu Ji's gentle voice came leisurely.

He once tried his best for this sentence, but in the end it was just the reality of yin and yang.

"...You really are." Duan Fanchen sighed, suppressing the urge to cry.

Finally arrived on the treasure ship.

Shu Tu collapsed on the ground, and Duan Fanchen's forehead was overflowing with sweat.

But when the two lost their strength, they couldn't drive the treasure ship!

Bu Ji shook his hands and feet, and drove away Duan Fanchen who was about to jump.

It happened that the fingers were cracked from the cold, and the blood dripped on the control crystal ball of the treasure ship.

In the next few strokes, a rune that the other two could not understand was drawn.

The boat moved slowly.

"The method is thought up by people, isn't it?" Bu Ji trembled slightly, and then sucked his fingers to stop the bleeding.

The two of them smiled weakly, this person is really...

I can never guess his thoughts, even if he just got out of the most dangerous moment, he is still so indifferent.

Shu Tu stroked her bun and smiled.

Blood Crystal's hairpin looks like an ordinary wooden hairpin at first glance, but this simplicity is the best.

Bu Ji is yawning at this moment, lying on the edge of the stove, Duan Fanchen is reading the travel notes, occasionally looking down at Bu Ji.

Being seen by Bu Ji, he blushed unconsciously.

Shu Tu wiped the blade lightly, and sat beside the two of them, peacefully.

Bu Ji rolled and ran to Shu Tu's side again.

Shu Tu adjusted his posture and flattened one thigh for Bu Ji's pillow.

Compared with Duan Fanchen who was embarrassed to lie down for him, Shu Tu should not be too cooperative.

Bu Ji showed a faint smile at Shu Tu.

Slightly closed his eyes.

Seriously wounding a soul is no small matter.

He is now like a martial artist whose meridians have been cut off, but his foundation as a cultivator is better than those of ordinary people, which makes him just like a seriously ill person.

Deficiency of the soul makes the body weak.

They still have a lot of days and nights, and they have a lot of time, so there is no need to worry about this one or two flaws.

You are by my side, is the greatest happiness.