Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

The visitor clamped the sharp blade that nearly cut off Yu Fuchen's neck with one hand and two fingers. During the stalemate with Di Tianyao, they were both stubborn and refused to withdraw. The sword body was broken.

As soon as the shadow was broken, the ghost energy dissipated in an instant, and the brilliance in Di Tianyao's ghost pupils gradually dimmed, returning to the state before holding the sword.

However, Yu Fuchen's mind wasn't paying attention to this self-inflicted father, he turned his head to look at the person who saved his life at the critical moment, and it turned out to be a familiar face in his memory.

"Cloud... the landlord."

"Hush... I am no longer the master of Tingyu Tower."

Yun Wuyu was no longer the same as before, exuding sword light all over his body, upon closer inspection, there were a few familiar rays of light, confirming Feng Changhuan's guess at the beginning.

As early as he learned that Cang Tianhe had left a trump card for his beloved son and disciple that could overthrow Jiu Chongtian, he had already guessed Yun Wuling's true identity.

After Cang Tianhe escaped from Jiuchongtian, he followed him for many years. He could change his appearance and form, and replace Yun Wuyu to bear Cang's fate...

If it wasn't for the sword spirit, then Yun Wuleng would just be another artifact created by Cang Tianhe.

"Yun Wuling, you are Yingshen Sword Box..."

"You should say that I am the real God-responsive sword box. Thanks to the fact that I have treated myself as a mortal all my life, I didn't go to purgatory after dying. I didn't die, but just fell into silence."

This is also the reason why he was able to repel Longque in the battle of Jiuyin Island, because at that time he was still in the flesh, without the blessing of sword spirit power, accumulating the power to repel Longque would be tantamount to self-destruction.

Now he has obtained more than half of Jian Xin, as the power that Yu Fuchen can use after Luan Dao, his existence cannot be underestimated.

Di Tianyao soon realized that he was the one who turned the tide of the battle. He stared at Cheng Ying, who had become a broken sword, and dropped it to the ground.

But all along, he obeyed his orders, but he seemed to be dead. The tightly sealed scabbard did not loosen a single gap. Even though the Mo Yang sword sealed in it trembled and responded to his call, it still couldn’t get out of the sword. box.

The sword case that used to hold the powerful power of the sword spirit has now become a cage that confines its spiritual power. On the other hand, Yun Wuling's open palm is empty, it can be seen that he is the one who suppressed the reaction of the sword case.

"Emperor, you don't know that there are also sword spirits living in the Yingshen sword box that accommodated the Nine Sword Spirits. You must be curious. When Cang Tianhe was casting the sword box, the arsenal had been burned by Cang Zhuyou. Why did the sword box have such a sword box? Extraordinary spirituality? Of course you are puzzled, of course you don’t understand, because you are always high and indifferent to the sufferings of the world, and you don’t even know where the sword box came from. Now I will tell you the truth, the god sword box..."

The smile in Yun Wuling's eyes was gone, only sadness remained in his eyes.

"Yingshen sword box, you have smelted all the swords that have been deprived of your sword soul to obtain spiritual existence. You must never have imagined that the spiritual weapon that you have controlled for many years will bite you back when you are most isolated and push you into the abyss of despair. Bar."

He raised his hand, a faint golden light clustered in the palm of his hand, which gradually became stronger until it was dazzling. He summoned the Tai'a sword, which stood in the dust and damaged itself to form a barrier, and had cracks. He held it in his palm and pointed at it. The tip was pressed lightly, repairing the fatal injury, and making Tai Ah regain her luster.

"To this day, you have asked for this, no matter Fahua Lord, Chang Tian Lord, or your sword servant, Dragon Sparrow, Broken Snake, Tai Ah... They all believed in you and were loyal to you. But what did you give them in return? Di Tianyao, don't resent the world for being unfair to you, the world is changing, things are changing, and people are changing. People are fickle, but it is not us who change, but you."

Hearing this, the person hiding in the dark raised his terrifying blood eyes and was shocked.

He quickly regained his composure, still ignoring everything, only the eyes looking at Di Tianyao had a trace of unexplained emotion.

Yun Wuling's words didn't touch Di Tianyao too much. With his experience, how could he not understand these principles?It's nothing more than unwillingness to admit it.

"It's ridiculous. Why do you wait for the ants to tell the lonely emperor? It's just the broken copper and iron left by Cang Tianhe. What kind of trouble do you want to cause?"

Di Tianyao held the hilt of the Mo Yang sword that was exposed outside the sword case, with a fierce look in his eyes, and with a harsh crisp sound, the strong force under his palm crushed the Yingshen sword case out of cracks.

The collapse of the sword box broke the shackles that imprisoned Mo Yang. Surprisingly, the sword that Di Tianyao loved as a treasure was actually a short weapon, not as powerful as a long sword. For self-preservation, that is to say...

"This is his last weapon."

Yu Fuchen caressed his chest that was in constant pain from the heavy blow during the battle, and Feng Changhuan and Feng Changhuan supported each other to get up. Unfortunately, even with all their strength, they still failed to hurt Di Tianyao in the slightest.

The strength of this person is too strong, and it is impossible to defeat them with their strength alone.

Yu Fuchen walked slanted forward with his sword, staring thoughtfully at the Chengying sword that was broken in two on the ground, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he raised his eyes to look at Feng Changhuan.

Or to be more precise, it was the man's ghost pupil full of doubt and anxiety.

"Chang Huan, he said that Chengying Sword came from Jiuyou, right?"

Feng Changhuan couldn't figure out his intention, so he nodded hesitantly.

"And your Nether ghost pupils also come from Jiuyou."

"Do you mean to..."

Yu Fuchen pressed the man's shoulders, looked at him with a very sincere expression, and nodded.

"I still remember that you said that I was born in a prison of suffering. By accident, I possessed the power from the prison of suffering. Maybe it can be used as one of the ways to fight against the prison of suffering. Now that there is no time to hesitate, we are all doing our best Give it a try, okay?"

Feng Changhuan hesitated, and at this moment a sword light struck the two of them, forcing Yu Fuchen to push Feng Changhuan away.

But he saved the man, but he didn't have time to get away. Di Tianyao's swordsmanship was strong and swift, and he slashed at Yu Fuchen's shoulder, making him popular on the spot.

"behavior!!"

Feng Changhuan had no choice at all, he gritted his teeth and picked up Chengying's broken sword, and stood between Yu Fuchen and Di Tianyao, facing the man he had deeply feared in this life, and even in his previous life.

"With me guarding you, no one can take another step forward!"

Compared with controlling the Chengying Sword with ghost pupils to obtain the power of the Nine Nethers, it is much more difficult for Yu Fuchen to stimulate the power that has been dormant in his body for a long time. After all, his inner demons have subsided for a long time. There is a danger of going mad again, and the possibility of being lost in the realm of one's own consciousness, unable to wake up.

The risks and costs of doing so are too great, but at the moment of desperation, he has no choice.

"Changhuan..."

"You don't need to say goodbye. I'll be waiting for you to come back. If you don't come back, I will wait for ten or twenty years, or a hundred or a thousand years."

Hearing his tense yet pretending nonchalant tone, Yu Fuchen pulled his shoulders to make him turn around, and kissed him without saying a word.

Both of them were wounded, and the smell of blood permeated their mouths, lingering between their lips and tongue, which lasted for a long time, which also made this gentle and cruel touch unforgettable.

There is no farewell, only the unspoken trust in each other.

Yu Fuchen looked at Yun Wuling, who nodded with a relaxed and natural expression.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

After all, taking back Tai'a and the meteor that turned into a sword, also took back the barrier that prevented the invasion of the evil spirits of the bitter prison.

This kind of action is very risky. Once there is a mistake, not only Yu Fuchen will not be able to come back, but also people trapped in Snow Misty City will be harmed by evil spirits. To achieve this level, both parties need to have the ability to fully entrust their bodies and minds. trust.

Yun Wuleng held Chengying's broken half of the sword tip in his hand, snapped his fingers, put the broken blades together, and healed the wound on the sword.

The Chengying sword suddenly showed a chilling ghostly aura, and wrapped itself around Feng Changhuan's wrist from the sword body, and lingered for a long time.

The bloody light emanating from his ghost pupils became more and more dazzling. Although he did not fully control the power from Jiuyou in the sword, it was still possible to delay some time by confronting Di Tianyao with a few moves.

At this time, eight days have passed since Yu Fuchen's game with Yu Tianyin, and there is not much time left.

Yu Fuchen sat cross-legged, holding his breath and concentrating, controlling his consciousness to enter the realm of consciousness.

Entering the realm of other people's consciousness can clearly see the unknown nature of the other person, and see the most real side of the other person, what about your own?

Feeling apprehensive, Yu Fuchen calmed down, waited for the noise in his ears to dissipate, opened his eyes again, and was already in the ice and snow.

The sky is full of snow, and the branches are full of rime.

He walked forward intuitively, feeling more and more familiar with this place, looking around the mountains hidden in the snow in the distance, looking at the high platform, that wide field...

"Is it Kunlun?"

Yu Fuchen will never forget this life, the place where his fate with Feng Changhuan started again after dying once,

This is the torture platform. That person was originally tried and executed here, but his life was saved because of his intervention. Since then, troubles have continued. His most emotion for that person is disgust. Now think about it...

With a self-deprecating smile, he murmured a long-lost "Master", and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

The glaring snow color suddenly receded, and he was already in the darkness before he could figure out what happened.

A faint spot of light illuminates a pitch-black illusion, and the ethereal sound of dripping water can be heard endlessly, making the dead silence here even more apparent.

Compared with the ice and snow in extremely cold places, it is more piercing. The coldness here will penetrate into the bones and bring people despair.Yu Fuchen was eager to escape from this suffocating ghostly place, and ran towards the light spot, not wanting to just step into another silent dead place.

There is only one side of the world that can barely accommodate, and an ice coffin made of cold ice floats in the middle of the cold spring. In the closed dark room, there is only a small gap in the dome that allows the moonlight to shine on the face of the person in the coffin.

Yu Fuchen suddenly remembered that maybe this was Lingxiao Pagoda where Feng Changhuan had been sleeping for ten years. He ignored the cold enough to stagnate his blood, and rushed into the spring water, wanting to get closer to see that person's face.

Wiping away the misty cold mist on the coffin lid, what shocked him was that the person sleeping in the coffin was actually himself?

No, the face is the same as him, but the appearance is different. This person has white hair, two horns on his head, and fangs at the corners of his mouth. He clearly looks like a Rakshasa ghost.

When he lost his memory due to forgetfulness Gu earlier, he saw his true nature that was sealed in the ice layer, so this person in front of him...is the demon that tortured him for many years?

The person in the coffin slowly opened his eyes, with a strange smile on his face, and broke the ice coffin with one blow.

He was standing in the spring water, looking at Yu Fuchen just a few feet away, if he hadn't been blind, even Yu Fuchen would not be able to tell which one was the real self.

"It's been so many years, I didn't expect you to call me. What's the matter? The colorful world outside is not fun, it makes you feel bored, and finally want to destroy the world?"

Facing the teasing of the inner demon, Yu Fuchen shook his head calmly.

"I'm here to borrow your power to quell disasters in the mortal world."

"Mortal Realm, Mortal Realm, what is there that is worth your nostalgia, if you forget how those mortals treated you, how about I help you remember?"

The inner demon walked around behind him, stroking Yu Fuchen's temples with both hands, and the memories he had tried so hard to forget appeared in front of his eyes.

There are fragments of being bullied by people as a monster when he was young, and there are also memories of being excluded in Xiujie. The most unbearable thing is that the heart demon makes him repeatedly watch Feng Changhuan being humiliated by ordinary people because he took the blame for him. Whiplash footage.

"I might be bewitched by you before, but it's different now."

"Oh? It's not the same, what's the difference? Is it because the wicked are doing good, or are you... having the benevolence of a woman?"

The demon's cold fingertips pressed against Yu Fuchen's heart, and his long and pointed nails scratched his skin.

"You and Di Tianyao are enemies. I will never object to this. We are of one mind. If you replace him as the Lord of the Nine Heavens and even the Three Realms, I will also be honored. But you insist on saving those mortals, those cultivators The scum of the world, I don't understand this, don't they deserve to die?"

"Even if they are guilty, even if they deserve to die, I shouldn't judge them..."

"Fart! You are already the emperor of the mortal world. You have made all the people bow their heads and even ruled the cultivation world. Why don't you let the evildoers pay with their blood? You can even kill all those who resist you. Your power makes people dare not look down on you any more, and even less dare to have sex with each other, don't you understand this!"

"In that case, what is the difference between me and Di Tianyao?"