Merry little roll

In the Nine Desolate Lands, the fog is thick.

Everyone in Wonderland walked outside the tent, swords and guns rubbed against each other, and the noise was endless.The bright red flag fluttered in the wind, ringing loudly.

Not far from the tent, the horses neighed in unison, awakening the still hazy mountain birds in the jungle behind them, and they screamed sharply.

Several immortals squatted on the ground, shaking off the dust on the armor.

Immortal beasts are crawling in the forest, every inch of their breath is full of Yanhuang Qi.

"Why are there so many mosquitoes?" Shou Nian, who was in charge of the beasts in the Western Heaven Realm, frowned.

"You thought this was a fairyland. It was a place of extreme evil. In addition, the forbidden demon head unsealed the seal, and the demonic aura was evident." Xianxi Wu Xianjun, who was holding a bow, slapped his armor, and his palms felt cold.

"Has the formation been set up?"

"A few of them went, and it's no big problem."

While talking, Xiwu Xianjun suddenly widened his eyes and looked straight behind Nian Shou, "Don't move, there is a bar behind you..."

Before Xiwu finished speaking, Shou Nian Xianjun stretched out his hand directly behind him, and with a 'swipe' sound, he cut off the boa constrictor hanging from the top of the tree, blood splashed, venom and scalding blood sprayed all over his shoulders.

"It's really bad luck!" Shou Nian threw the snake head hanging on his shoulder to the ground, the broken blood clots and entangled blood lines smashed to the ground, and the snake head's eyes glowed a faint yellow light.

"Don't do that next time."

Behind the two walked a tall figure with a copper-golden mask and deep and dark eyes.

"It will attract other ethnic groups."

Before Yuan Yang could finish his words, there was a "hiss" and "hiss" sound behind everyone, and it was getting closer and denser, and the sound of snakes swimming in the grass was rustling and rustling. Approaching behind people, in bushes, on tree trunks, circling, swimming, and creeping in... All kinds of bright-skinned boa constrictors drive on the ground, hang in mid-air, with yellow lights in their eyes and red tongues sticking out letters.

Shou Nian and Xi Wu felt their scalps go numb, and they sent out the silver charms in their hands one after another.

Yuan Yang didn't say anything, just walked out with the bronze sword in his hand.The snakes retreated one after another as his footsteps approached, and the hissing sound disappeared instantly.

Shounian and the others were stunned.

The horse in the distance roared a few more times, and the fairy beast snorted heavily in the dark, waiting for the opportunity in the silence.

The scene of thousands of years ago seems to be vivid in his memory. Yuan Yang stepped on the wet withered grass and walked forward.

Those intermittent words seemed to be vivid in my ears.

"I'm just a Highness of the Demon Realm, you worship me as your teacher, what do you want?"

"Just ask for one."

"What?"

"The Way of Freedom."

"You have to think about it. If you worship Buddha, you can just learn compassion. If you worship immortals, you can still be at ease. If you worship me as your teacher, you can at most be happy all your life."

"Not to mention a lifetime, even a moment is good."

The master in the memory is wrapped in the coldness of the ice and snow, and it is as clear as spring water. The shakuhachi blows the world pale, and the ice sword hangs down and returns.For Xiaoyao thousands of years ago, the master is a long bright aurora piercing through the fog.

Forbidden Gu is a crazy theft.Stealing the teacher's body, stealing the teacher's soul, and stealing the teacher's heart.The ice sword that was stolen pierced Xiaoyao's heart, cut open his chest, pierced through the cycle of life and death, and could not be consummated.

There was a whistling sound from the deep forest. After the whistling sound, thousands of immortal beasts responded and screamed towards the sky. Huge air currents rushed upwards, thousands of forest leaves floated upwards, and the clouds above the blue sky were lifted. Thousands of creatures all bowed their heads one after another, a majestic aura swept across the vast land, and black currents floating in the dark were about to move.

Immortal Heng Ning and Si Ming came sideways behind Yuan Yang, clenched their swords tightly, and their robes fluttered in the wind.

"Not far."

"Yes, not far away..."

The astrolabe in Si Ming's hand kept flickering, the ground began to shake, the sand and rocks rolled, and the mud cracked.

All the immortals stood up, with serious expressions, holding their swords, and a strong air flow swelled up around their bodies, no longer their usual idle appearance.

A large flock of soul-sorrowing birds appeared like a black curtain that suddenly appeared in the sky, covering the dark red clouds. Their flapping sound was like a storm, causing dizzy calls in everyone's eardrums.Countless dark gray beaks, countless blue pupils, they cut through the air and rushed towards the sky at high speed.

The place where the soul-sorrowing birds gather is also a place where swamps roll.

Mo Yin was walking on the sidewalk, the hand holding the knife was slowly rising misty black air, a thin layer of ice covered the back of his hand, and was slowly extending towards his arm.

He took a step, and the ice layer under his feet spread an inch.

Blood dripped continuously along the left eye and fell on the ice.

"I am a brother, and you are a younger brother. Even life after life, they cannot be separated." Mo Yin's consciousness was imprisoned in the clamor. "I am you, and you are me. If I die, you will die. You still need to care about good and evil, and what apostolic love you need to think about!"

"You are still like this." Mo Yin covered his bleeding eyes.

I would rather we die together, I would rather not have you as a brother.

Yao remembered that when he was very young, Jingu didn't look like this. At that time, the boy didn't like to stay in Mo Yin's body, and the boy would show a shy smile.Jin Gu would often pinch his body to live in by himself, even though Mo Yin and Mo Yin were relatively silent, they could feel each other's feelings.

But since that incident, the confinement seems to be a different person, acting recklessly, with madness in his eyes, fond of killing, fond of drinking blood, very resembling... resembling a father who murdered his wife and took his heart.

The ice continued to spread.

Countless hands and feet protruded from the ice, broke through the ice, and continued to crawl out, twisting their heads until the black and blue corpses crawled out of the ice, shaking their bodies, their eyes glazed over.

In the beginning, there were only a few dozen, and then gradually hundreds of them climbed out, and finally there were more and more, until they became tens of thousands. They shook their bodies and broke through the ice, crawling rapidly on the ice. Move, kick left a black trace.

The corpses screamed "Kudden" and "Kudden" in their throats, gathering into a noisy mess

"Boom" "Boom"

In the distance, mountains and mountains trembled one after another, the roar of wild beasts could not be heard, and the black clouds suppressed the mist, leaving the world only sad and cold.

With a howl, the black beasts roared towards the sky. They broke through the tall trees and swooped down from the mountain like lightning.

The rocks rolled down, and a cloud of black smoke came.

Mo Yin stopped, raised the saber in his hand, and looked up. The man dressed in red, dragging a bronze sword, stepped onto his pale body, and was staring at him at the bottom of the mountain, speechless.

"Do you know why, I insisted on killing him that day?" Forbidden Gu gradually eroded Mo Yin's consciousness.

Mo Yin fell into endless darkness at one end, and in the darkness, bursts of young crying could be heard.

The voice is restrained, the voice is indecisive, and the voice is firm.

A crazy smile hit the corner of his lips.

"Because I only have you left."

In this world, between the rush of heaven and earth, and the long distance between heaven and earth, you are the only one left for me.

The obsession takes root and sprouts until it wraps around every inch of consciousness and body, turning into an untouchable miasma.

Thousands of Yin soldiers roared behind him, and the mountains in front of him collapsed and the ground cracked. Jin Gu raised his head, looked at the increasingly panicky sky, and clenched the knife and halberd in his hand.

The author has something to say:

How many pairs of twins are there in this article?

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