fox master

Zhan Yize was wearing a red court uniform, walking on the devastated land, a thin layer of black mist shrouded the city in front of him, like a lingering resentment, very ominous.

There were corpses all over the place, some from the fox clan and some from the tiger clan, they were stacked together and couldn't be distinguished.

There was a little sigh in Zhan Yize's eyes. He followed the extremely familiar road and walked to the gate of the city. When several Tiger Clans guarding the city saw him, their eyes instantly frightened. Looking at the team of Tiger Clans, Zhan Yize With a calm expression, he waved the sinful golden stick in his hand.

The spiritual power surged violently, and the tigers died instantly, and the city was empty again.

The death of the new Supreme of the Tiger Clan caused chaos inside, most of them returned to Jincheng, and not many people were sent to guard the defeated city.

The city where tens of thousands of people died has now become a thing without an owner, and the strife is nothing more than a mountain of corpses.

Zhan Yize raised his head, looked at the pitch-black stone characters, and felt that he was also looking at the years of disputes for thousands of years - Fengxian City, my Fengxian City.

He walked into the city and looked at the unattended corpses in the city, most of them belonged to the tiger clan. The fatal wound was so familiar that he could even imagine the posture of the knife-wielding person. Ghost Nian, these tiger clan , Almost all of them were killed by ghosts.

He walked silently, but stopped in one place.

Something is wrong here, Zhan Yize frowned, there seems to be something here that has a wonderful connection with him, a contract?His expression moved slightly, squatting on the ground, pawing the scarlet soil with his hands.

A pitch-black ring gradually revealed, which is also the source of the connection, Zhan Yize was taken aback, ghost seal?

There is a layer of black mist covering the ghost seal, which is very similar to the one in the city, but it needs to be a little thicker. Zhan Yixuan sensed it with the contract, and he felt that there was a faint connection. Ghost Nian... His heart moved slightly , Is the ghost year not dead?But he heard that the ghost year used symbiosis, isn't that secret method mortal?

Zhan Yize looked at the ghost seal with an inexplicable expression. Under the communication of the contract, the black mist gradually filled in front of his eyes, and he saw the things entrusted on it, and saw a picture.

That picture didn't appear in front of his eyes, but appeared in his spiritual world little by little through the power of the contract.

The power of symbiosis is about to disappear, and the darkness fades away little by little. Gui Nian sacrificed his soul to Fengxian City, and that darkness is him. The sky is bright, and his life is also going to disappear.

Gui Nian looked at Xi Xiao's slowly sliding body, the corners of his pursed lips slightly raised, his eyes fell on the ghost seal not far away, which was deliberately torn off by Xi Xiao during the battle, now, it should be It was back to its original owner, and a sense of ending appeared in his eyes.

Gui Nian walked there exhausted, but he didn't see the golden glow not far away.

Zhan Yize's heart tightened, he knew what symbiosis was all about, when it was absolutely dark, the people inside could not use spiritual power except Ghost Nian, but as long as there was a glimmer of light, the people inside could use a little spiritual power.

As for Xixiao's God-breaking thorn, as long as there is a trace of spiritual power, it can communicate and shoot back in the opposite direction. If it is stained with the blood of the enemy, it can track and stab the enemy accurately. A terrifying blow, the famous "flying dust stab" among hundreds of clans.

The body of the Yaozu is not going to die immediately if a knife is inserted into the heart...

Sure enough, the flashing light was the God-breaking thorn, Xi Xiao recalled his natal weapon with his last breath, and the flying dust shot out, Gui Nian was unprepared, and the God-breaking thorn shot obliquely in front of him into the abdomen, dragged him two meters, and pinned him to the ground.

Gui Nian turned his head in disbelief, looking at Xi Xiao's "corpse".

He saw Xi Xiao raised his head slightly, his mouth was full of blood, but he curled up the corners of his mouth at him, Xi Xiao glanced at the ghost seal that was only one meter away from the ghost year, and let out "ho ho" from his throat Laughing, he took one last look at Gui Nian, his eyes filled with the pleasure of revenge, and then he really took his breath away.

He held on to this breath just to let Ghost Nian have a taste of this taste. He will never forget the scene of Hirano Seal being taken away and Xi Sui's tragic death. Ghost Nian, I will take a step ahead, but I will never let you better off.

There was panic in Gui Nian's eyes. At this moment, he was lying on his back on the ground, trying to pull out the Poshen thorn with both hands, but he was powerless, and the Poshen thorn was nailed too deep. Can't pull it out at all.

He tried to turn his body, rubbing against the God-breaking thorn on his abdomen, twisting his intestines, excruciating pain, his face was pale, but he didn't care about the blood pouring from his abdomen, he just stretched out his hand, trying to reach the ghost print.

However, the arm was about to be torn off, and it was still half a meter short.

Xi Xiao, how ruthless, Gui Nian looked at the corpse not far away, the hatred in his eyes almost turned into substance.

The ghost seal is something given to him by the emperor, representing the supreme power, but to the ghost year, what is more important than power is grace, trust, and Zhan Yize's affirmation and expectation of him.

When parting, he once said that after death, he used symbiosis, and he knew that he would never have the chance to see His Majesty again, so he put the ghost seal on his hand, that was his last thought, how could it end like this?Gui Nian's black eyes trembled, and his eye sockets turned red all of a sudden.

Must get it back.

He tried to put his hands behind his back, propped himself up on the ground, and lifted himself up little by little... The God-breaking thorn became narrower towards the tip, and thicker on the contrary. Gui Nian supported his body like this, and the blood hole in his abdomen was covered by a piece of blood. Stretched little by little, blood trickled down the golden thorns.

But he didn't feel it, his arms were trembling, he just hoped to be able to hold up a little higher, and get away from the long thorns that pinned him down.

But the God-breaking thorn was more than one meter long, and when he straightened his arm, he was still an inch short, only an inch... Gui Nian stared at the golden thorn handle, and the unwillingness in his eyes was so deep.

His arms began to tremble, and his arms became more and more sore. With a muffled bang, he fell back, the blood hole in his abdomen was stretched, and pools of blood flowed out.

Lying on the ground, a hint of paranoia appeared in Gui Nian's eyes. He raised his arms again. The wound on his abdomen became more and more painful, and even his strength was also weakening. This time his arms could not be straightened, so he fell again. Back into the pool of blood, splashing a little bit of blood.

The flesh and blood were broken, and the wind gushed into the gap between the narrow thorn and the wound, and there was a sharp pain that made the teeth ache in the colic, and even the heart was sore.

Gui Nian gritted his teeth, charged up slightly, and tried to bounce himself up. This time, he was a little taller than last time, but he was still an inch short... I used this method from the beginning, Gui Nian thought .

Immediately, the world was spinning, a burst of dazzling redness, the wound on the abdomen was too serious, a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of Gui Nian's mouth, and then he vomited again, vomited a big mouthful, his eyes gradually blurred, but he had no intention of giving up at all, The slender and pale fingers were slightly bent, accumulating strength.

He lifted it up again and again, and fell back again and again, the blood hole in his abdomen was constantly rubbing against the God-breaking thorn, the wound was getting bigger and bigger, but he was still trying new methods.

He flipped over as he bounced himself to the top, trying to use the weight of his body to knock the Godbreaker down.

But the God-breaking thorn was nailed too tightly, no matter how he struggled, he was always firmly nailed to the ground, and he couldn't even get close to the ghost seal.

He keeps flipping, propping, and playing. It looks extremely funny, but it feels uncomfortable after watching it for a long time, which makes people want to cry.

The darkness is getting weaker and weaker. Every time Gui Nian struggles, the sky becomes brighter. He looks at the ghost king seal not far away, with despair appearing in his eyes, his blood-stained hands are still trembling, trying to hold on again. He got up, but this time, he didn't even stand up an inch, and slipped into the pool of blood that he bleed.

Your Majesty...

Gui Nian's eyes were filled with deep resentment, his hands were still under his body, bending and trembling, but getting weaker and weaker...

I don't want it, he looked at the Yin Junyin who was close at hand, and finally shed tears.

The sky was getting brighter, Gui Nian opened his eyes wide, and the resentment in his eyes almost flowed out, he stared at Gui Junyin, almost like a demon.

At the last moment, he couldn't close his eyes.

His strength was exhausted after all, but even after he swallowed his breath, his eyes were still open, full of resentment, he didn't want to die...he hasn't got the ghost seal yet.

But he still died, but he died unwillingly and dissatisfied.

This willing sacrifice, but because of the unfulfilled last wish, has bred deeper resentment.

The light-colored fog flowed in the dead city, and Gui Nian's body dissipated like burnt ashes, like broken butterfly wings floating in the void, blackening the fog again.

The Snow Butterfly Clan is a race that entrusts its will with sacrifices.

What about the Nether Ghost Butterfly?What about the sacrifice of the Nether Ghost Butterfly?

My grievances have not disappeared, and my hatred has not been repaid. This sacrifice should be sent, and my remaining wishes will never end.

The black mist all over the sky gradually found its home, and it fell on the ghost king's seal in the blood. There was only a layer of light black mist in Fengxian City, like a lingering protection.

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Zhan Yize looked at the ghost seal, and was silent for a long time, the resentment lingered, and the essence was condensed, and because of the bondage of the contract, he called the master here, he understood, but because he understood, he felt distressed, ghost year.

Emotions surged in his heart, and he used the power of the contract to communicate with the Ghost Lord Seal. The power was extremely gentle and seemed to comfort him.

Strange things happened at this time, the resentment flowed slowly, turning into thick black, the black trembled slightly, and turned into a butterfly little by little.

The wings of the butterfly are pitch black, and the two faint green glows blend into the darkness, making it enchanting and beautiful.

Zhan Yize looked at the butterfly on his fingertips and was stunned.

"Ghost Year?" His voice was a little soft. The complicated dark lines on the wings of the butterfly were clearly the same as those on the wings of Ghost Year. He had heard that the wing patterns of each Nether Ghost Butterfly were different.

Butterfly didn't respond. Zhan Yize tentatively communicated with the power of the contract, and felt a sense of intimacy. He signed a contract with this ghost butterfly!There was a hint of joy in Zhan Yize's eyes, but then he was a little puzzled. The intimacy was weird, not like a wise monster, but like the instinct of a beast.

Impossible, every Nether Ghost Butterfly is born a monster, it cannot be an ordinary orc.

And this Nether Ghost Butterfly is exactly the same as Gui Nian's original body.

The Nether Ghost Butterfly flapped its wings lightly, and flew to the Ghost Lord's seal, paused for a while, then flew up again, and landed on Zhan Yize's hand, holding his knuckles obediently with its slender feet.

Without wisdom... Zhan Yize finally confirmed the situation, yes, death is death, how could he be resurrected out of thin air?

But isn't the ghost butterfly a race born from death?The strange monster clan who regards the sacrifice as sustenance, if you look at it this way, the resentment in the ghost year has not disappeared, and now an identical butterfly is born, can it be understood as the remaining vitality?

Zhan Yize subconsciously tapped the butterfly's antennae. The antennae trembled and moved far away, but moved back slowly after a second, and rested on his finger obediently.

Zhan Yixuan smiled a little.

He put the ghost seal on his index finger, held the butterfly, and guided it to fall on his shoulder.

Ghost year, no matter what, let's go with me.

Zhan Yize has a purple dragon wrapped around his wrist and a butterfly on his shoulder. He thinks that when he was reincarnated, although he was alone, he looked forward to the reunion and believed in a chance.

At that time, Zi Qiyuan, Zhan Jiuxian, Jimo witch... also felt bitter when faced with the memoryless ghost year, but now they don't feel it anymore. Even looking at those times, they all felt a little turbulent.

He has lived for nearly a thousand years, but at this moment, he feels that his heart is getting old.

Zhan Yize walked east all the way, and finally came to the gloomy Qingqiu.

He stopped and looked at the mountain in front of him quietly. The boundary of Qingqiu had never been so obvious. There was brown blood under his feet, and there were bright yellow grass buds under the blood. Life and death flowed in it, showing the Vibrant colors.

Freshness is a line, outside the line is Zhan Yixuan standing still, inside the line is dry and dark green hills, only black, every mountain and every tree is black, so black that Zhan Yixuan's heart follows So heavy, so heavy that he couldn't move, strange, this land that has survived for thousands of years has never been so strange.

But even so, even if it was too strange to recognize, even if every plant and tree lost its vitality, it still did not turn into Qingqiu of foreigners. This place has no aura of enemies.

Zhan Yize laughed with his head down, and a tear fell on the ground.