Dressed as a cannon fodder

The patch of fire lilies around the magic palace grew out and bloomed so well that even Meng Yunchi was amazed to see it.

In the lily field, there is one that blooms the best. Meng Yunchi likes it very much, and usually likes to take care of it, but the fire lily has absorbed the devilish energy in him.

Huo Song teased: "If this lily is taken care of by the Lord like this every day, I'm afraid it will become a fine flower sooner or later."

"It's good to be refined," Meng Yunchi poked one of its buds with his fingers: "It has many companions."

Huo Song almost laughed out loud.

Huo Lily shook the plate with a big face in the wind, standing proudly.

The bright fiery red turned into blood, dripping onto the ground and splashing everywhere.

Ming Zun died without resting his eyes, his godless eyes were wide open, it was difficult to rest his eyes, Meng Yunchi indifferently pulled out the Tongchen sword, and brought a series of toothache sharp weapons across the flesh and blood, Ming Zun's body fell forward on the grass, he Shaking off the blood on the sword, he turned and left.

Two quarters of an hour later, Fengxi went to the appointment, but only saw the uncooled corpse on the ground.

"No wonder you want to talk to me." Fengxi squatted in front of him, and probed into the still warm body of Venerable Tanming. His brain seemed to be frozen for a long time, and then it slowly started to work: "Uncle, you It hurt me."

They made an appointment to meet at a place for the first time, but Ming Zun took advantage of the loophole.

Meng Yunchi Yujian returned to the Demon Palace, smashed open the gate with one blow, startled all the maidservants moving inside: "Where is Langyue?"

"In...in Xiyuan."

Meng Yunchi kept walking and went straight to Xiyuan, but on the way he staggered and nearly fell to the ground, turning his head and vomiting a mouthful of black blood.

He got up expressionlessly and continued to go to Xiyuan. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Langyue sitting alone on the gazebo, turning his head leisurely, ignoring his messy black blood, and said with a smile: "My lord?"

Before he finished speaking, a handful of long hair around his neck had been shaved off, and Meng Yunchi's eyes were straight: "You did it?"

Langyue's expression remained unchanged: "What the master is saying, the subordinates don't understand."

"Heh~" Meng Yunchi let out a laugh from his throat, and then he swung his sword and chopped it down without hesitation. The epee drew a gust of wind that distorted space in the air. Seeing that Langyue's head was about to be chopped off, Tong Chenjian's momentum of lightning was suddenly blocked.

"Master?!"

Huo Song's frightened voice sounded in his ears.

Meng Yunchi closed his eyes, turned his head to look at Huo Song who drew out his sword to stop him, Langyue still had a calm expression on his face, and with a little smile, he called out: "My lord?"

Meng Yunchi suddenly snorted, "Langyue, you've done really well."

After saying that, he took his sword and went back to the bedroom, the door was closed tightly, he didn't know where to go.

Meng Yunchi left, but Huo Song didn't let go of his heart. He first went to see if there was a wound on Langyue's neck, but he also realized that Meng Yunchi had a gash in his abdomen, which was obviously wounded by someone with a sword.

"You hurt the Lord?!"

"No," Langyue looked up at him immediately, with an unpredictable expression: "Do you think, with my ability, I can hurt the Lord?"

"Then..." Huo Song became confused, "Then why did the lord suffer such serious injuries, why did he come to you—"

There was a pause in his voice, and he suddenly saw the carelessness in Langyue's eyes, and seemed to think of something in a blink of an eye: "You—"

"What about me?" Langyue looked at him with a smile.

Huo Song subconsciously took two steps back, not daring to think any further, and suddenly turned into a streamer and flew to Meng Yunchi's bedroom.

Meng Yunchi's bedroom was bounded by an enchantment, Huo Song tried to knock on the door, but his whole body was thrown out by the enchantment.He came back and shouted loudly: "My lord? My lord!"

No one answered.

Meng Yunchi bathed in it.

There was a wisp of black mist around his hand, which was stripped from Ming Zun's body.Earth ghosts have always been able to infinitely magnify the desires in people's hearts, and then bewitch them to take the first step.

He washed off the blood on his abdomen, and didn't bother to care whether the wound on it would heal or not. After washing all the blood on his body, he put on a black suit, tied up his hair, picked up the Tongchen sword at the side, and put away the barrier. .

Huo Song outside was almost hoarse, and when he finally saw someone come out, he hurried forward and said, "My lord—!"

He was interrupted by Meng Yunchi before he finished speaking, and he only heard the other party say calmly: "Stop talking, save some strength to deal with the next thing."

"What——" Huo Song was stunned, but saw that the originally dark purple sky was shining brightly, and the thousands of mighty powers in the sky were pressing down with endless magical weapons, and he spoke plausibly, "Now there is Meng Yunchi, the venerable master of the demon world, who made me Huazong Lord Shengming slaughtered in Zilai Peak. The demon world has committed heinous crimes for thousands of years. It burned, killed and looted in my cultivation world, causing the people in the human world to live in poverty. Today, thousands of immortal heads gather to bring together their strength to kill The way of the devil! It is duty bound!"

The connecting port was suddenly torn apart and expanded infinitely. All the practitioners in the sky turned into streams of light and fell down. Swords screamed and weapons screamed. The two realms that had accumulated ills for a long time finally started fighting suddenly because of Ming Zun as the fuse.

No one expected it, except for those who had premeditated.

The flames of war implicated the two worlds, and nearly ten thousand sects were dispatched from the cultivation world. In terms of numbers alone, they had already crushed the people in the demon world. They were fighting each other in the smoke of gunpowder everywhere, and their eyes were red.Later, the head of Chenghua Sect fell inexplicably, and everyone attributed it to the assassination by means of demons in private. Qing Qi came out to argue that the head was just dying. As a result, he became the target of public criticism. The more intensified people had a crazy nature, thinking that Qing Qi Those who protect the demon world have long been biased in their hearts, and they are not worthy of being monks. They demand that this person with the potential to become a demon should be killed in place.

Qing Qi looked at the ferocious face and felt bored, "I just said that the master died, and it was not done by people from the demon world. There is no need to impose it like this. You will only be angry and think that you are right. "He paused, and suddenly said: "Compared to the people of the demon world, there is no such thing as a righteous party. You don't look like a cultivator now. the difference."

"You are trying to confuse us with evil words. Maybe you are the traitor who broke into our sect from the demon world, and the head of the sect died in your hands."

"Correct."

"That's right, how do you explain this!"

"..." Qing Qi found that the red-eyed people were not only brainless but also easily led by others when they were in a state of rage.

After he was silent, he sighed softly, "One way is not the other way, Brother Meng, it doesn't matter if we don't take this way."

The next moment, a cloud-piercing arrow was shot out from the crowd. It was unknown who shot it. The arrow went straight into Qing Qi's chest and pierced through the back of his heart. Before he fell down, he looked at his hands and coughed it out Blood splattered and stained his eyes red, but the sky he saw was still blue.

At least he came clean and left clean, never stained with any blood, and never agreed with any angry stream.

He is worthy of no one, and has never planted any karma.

Qing Qi's eyes remained closed, and when someone came to check his breath, they found that he had already passed away.

There was only a moment of silence in the crowd, and then they yelled loudly again, "It's all because of that Demon Lord, kill him! Cramp your bones, crush your bones and throw them to ashes!"

"He is the root of all evil that provoked all these disasters!"

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

"To be buried with the lord!"

Meng Yunchi swung his sword to cut away all the people who blocked his way, but the ants kept coming, and they died one after another. He stared at Fengxi standing alone in the crowd without blinking, his vision gradually blurred, and he sprayed out with his sword. A mouthful of black blood, coughing uncontrollably.

"My lord!" Huo Song waved away several monks who were trying to sneak attack, and helped the crumbling man to his feet, "Why did your lord—"

"Don't you understand, Huo Song?" Meng Yunchi's voice was hoarse and full of exhaustion: "Has anyone touched any of the wine you've been giving me?"

"No! I always do it with my own hands—" Huo Song paused, and Langyue's active courtship sounded when she was picking the petals. Feeling weak all over: "Lang...yue?"

Seeing his ignorant look, Meng Yunchi withdrew his gaze a little tiredly, wiped off the blood on his lips, and swung his sword mechanically.

Huo Song was in a daze, almost instantly crushed by this cognition, but let people take advantage of it, in the next moment when his body changed shape, someone held his neck with a sword, and he heard a low voice in his ear: "Don't move. "

"Fengxi!" It was the Lord's voice, and he seemed very angry.

Huo Song's eyes moved slightly, and he saw the long sword on his neck. He noticed that the person holding the sword behind him was trembling slightly, but his voice was completely different and calm, and he said to Meng Yunchi: "Why, you are very nervous. Is it?"

Meng Yunchi stared at Fengxi, the golden animal pupils showed their true colors because of anger.

Feng Xi felt as if his heart had been stabbed. He had already made a decision in his heart when he heard the words of the master earlier, but the sudden intensification of contradictions disrupted all his plans.

Meng Yunchi has always been very kind to him, why has he ever looked at him with such eyes.

With a dark fire in his heart, Feng Xi squinted his eyes and said: "It seems that you are really nervous about him, but I see that this pair of red pupils are very good, why not goug them out and refine them into a pair of red jade, and wear them on your body. It must be very pretty."

Meng Yunchi's chest rose and fell a few times, and he said loudly: "Fengxi!!!"

There was a bit of dragon chant in that voice, obviously very angry.Feng Xi suddenly felt a surge of joy, the feelings that had been suppressed and escaped for eight years finally found another outlet, and the malicious words that had never been thought of were spit out from his mouth like water, and each word hit Meng Yunchi's heart "Master Mozun, I already knew who you were when you rescued me eight years ago. Since then, it was you who insisted on pestering me. Do you really think that I will treat you sincerely? "He poured out non-stop for a moment: "But you are hanging by me to teach me swordsmanship and mental skills. I never refuse you, but because I still need you. After all, besides your cultivation, you are useful. And such a beautiful skin."

Meng Yunchi suppressed a mouthful of blood, "Let him go."

"Don't let it go."

Meng Yunchi shouted loudly, the first time he yelled hysterically: "I said let him go!!!"

"Uh……"

As soon as the words fell, Huo Song had been pressed to the ground by Feng Xi and cut off one of the dragon horns. Feng Xi narrowed his eyes, "Just wait and see how I can dig out his eyes."

The point of his sword stuck into Huosong's eye sockets and stirred, and after a while he picked out two round things, and said with a smile: "Look."

Meng Yunchi was about to lift his sword forward, but he stabbed him in the chest with a blow of light, and fell to the ground with two steps back, turning his head to vomit blood, someone saw this and took the opportunity to attack Meng Yunchi, Fengxi shouted: "Stop!" Flying up on the toes, it happened that Meng Yunchi grabbed a sharp sword with his backhand and cut off the head of the person approaching. The law, the people in the formation are trapped and cannot move.

Meng Yunchi was still coughing up blood.

Feng Xi's hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled slightly, and he even spoke intermittently: "You...kill my uncle, I will...get it back, cramp."

With a movement of the sharp blade in his hand, he slashed all the tendons of the limbs of the people below him. Very slowly, he pulled out his dragon tendons, and then pulled out his dragon bones one by one.

Fengxi's forehead was sweating, and his heart was already twisted into a mess. There were still monks who were dissatisfied and said: "The muscles and bones have been burned to ashes, and the demon must die! If you die, the world will be peaceful and peaceful!"

Meng Yunchi was covered in blood, his eyes rolled slightly, and he saw Zhaohe in the distance trapped in the formation with the joint efforts of everyone, killing him again and again, and he saw Shu Zhong and Du Ruyue being bound together by chains piercing their hearts, He had already lost his breath, and saw that Huo Song was staggering and trying to stand up to look for him, but was hit through the chest by another monk, gritted his teeth and killed the sneak attacker behind him, but he still did not fall to the ground, trying to move towards him step by step. Come here, being hit again and again.

Langyue's figure appeared suddenly. Originally, she was just watching from the sidelines, but seeing the blood continuously flowing from Huo Song's body, she changed her mind for some reason, turned around and held the sword and moved forward to push away the sword points that were piercing Huo Song.

Huo Song sensed the familiar aura, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Get lost!"

"Well..." Langyue was stabbed with a sword, outnumbered, and said: "Don't get lost."

Huo Song's chest heaved a few times, he hated to the extreme but didn't know who to hate, he just felt powerless, and the long sword came out of his hand.

One person seized the opportunity and swung his sword up, but Langyue couldn't stop him, so she just flew forward and hugged Huo Song, only heard the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, Huo Song hurriedly reached out to touch him, and touched him The arms that hugged his shoulders and neck tightly touched his thin back, but he couldn't touch his lower body.

Langyue was chopped into two halves.

Huo Song was shocked, and fell down on the ground, throwing up a mouthful of blood, only feeling that Langyue's residual strength was slowly, slowly putting two smooth things into his eye sockets, as usual Whispered in his ear: "Your eyes are gone, I will give mine to you, don't lose it, okay?"

After a while, Langyue was silent, Huo Song listened to the fighting sounds around him in the dark, and thought that perhaps it would be better to just die like this; Waiting for the final blow, he stretched out his hand to touch Langyue's hair, and said to himself in a low voice: "You really came to torture me, and you won't let me live until the last moment..."

It really makes me hate you.

Meng Yunchi saw the dark sky above his head and the blood-red red moon. He moved his fingers slightly, accumulated the last trace of magic power and drew a tiny formation in the inch below his finger, teleporting the only surviving Song of Fire to a remote place , then closed his eyes and never opened them again.

He should have been so disappointed that he didn't even want to look at the world for the last time.

When Fengxi went back to look at the man on the ground with the bloody sword in his hand, the man had already lost his vitality, his eyes were half closed, but no light could shine in.

"Yunchi?" He suddenly panicked, with a pale face, he abandoned his sword and went to feel the pulse of the man on the ground, "Yunchi?!"

The body is cold, and there is no pulse in the neck.

He was, indeed, dead.

Feng Xi opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't make any sound: don't——

do not go.

I lied to you.

I lied to you, I didn't use you, in fact, I liked you a long time ago, but I didn't want to admit it, escape, I never thought of using you, practicing swords with you is just...

I just want to be close to you.

When we made an appointment to meet again, we had already made an appointment. You said you had something for me, but I haven't received the gift you said. How could you just leave like this...

He bent down to hug the man's body, but the man would no longer open his eyes to look at him, tolerate him, and teach him sword skills.

They finally reached the end.

Later, when he went to the magic palace alone, he saw the lily fields around him that had been burned down to ashes, and finally knew the gift Meng Yunchi was talking about.

He squatted down and touched the last dying fire lily, with a smile on his face, not a cry.

I see, what gift are you talking about.

I really.

Really.

like very much.

But it would be nice if you came back.

At this point, once Meng Yunchi died, the first seal became invalid, the breath gate was broken and the gate of hell opened wide.

The centuries-long real purgatory on earth has finally arrived.

Apart from Fengxi and Chengyang, who lived behind him, no one survived the events of that year.