Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

Another burst of magic fire raged, burning the charred corpses on the ground.

Cheng Yunzhi has not yet entered the Nascent Soul stage, he doesn't know if his brother's Nascent Soul is still alive.

In other words, it fell into Moxiu's hands and disappeared without a sound.

There was a lot of chatter behind him, and no one dared to say anything to the army of demon cultivators in front of him.

They were all begging him hard, hoping that he could calm people down and take them away.

Cheng Yuzhi thought, Patriarch Miwu played tricks on him.

He hadn't kept his word and sent away the people he was meant to protect - he'd just changed the decision behind his back and played with them all in the palm of his hand.

The black army of demon cultivators surrounded them, standing still in place, waiting for the commander behind him to issue an order.

Do you want to let them go, or kill them immediately?

He suddenly felt disheartened and had no motivation to leave.

Cheng Yuzhi turned around, calmly took out the radiant mist stone from his arms, and handed it to another surviving Taoist cultivator.

He said kindly: "You go, open the enchantment, and take everyone away."

That Taoist cultivator only built a foundation, held the Misty Stone and didn't even dare to let go of his hands, his dark face was full of mourning, and he didn't feel that he could take on this important task at all.

This man wished he could stuff the Misty Stone into his hand: "Brother, senior, I'm such an asshole, I'm going to run out of spiritual energy before I open the barrier!"

Cheng Yuzhi said: "Go if you are told."

The man looked at him as if he was looking at a dying person who was unwilling to escape, a mourning person who stood in front of a snow-fallen tombstone and said, "You will be separated from each other, and I will be separated from you the next day."

He trembled and wiped the corners of his eyes.

With the gazes of the two parties, he selected an edge of the barrier, and began to inject spiritual power into the mist stone.

After the spiritual power was dyed with the breath of the mist stone, and injected into the enchantment, the transparent barrier was like a rippling sleep, seemingly absent, and began to crack a small hole.

Daoxiu: "Open it!"

Cheng Yunzhi thought in his heart that they were finally able to leave safely,

In another split second, on the clouds in the distant sky, there was a faintly visible figure, and a fast-moving flash of light fell down.

The flash of light passed over the heads of the army of demon cultivators, and landed right on the Misty Stone.

Without any complete fragments, the Misty Stone was hit by the spiritual power of the Misty Patriarch.

Broken into dust all over the place.

Everything is a joke.

The Misty Patriarch walked out from the clouds, the demon cultivator raised his hands and cheered, and even the demon horse in the first place was shaking his head and jumping for joy. The sound waves were like air waves that could push mountains, layer upon layer, straight to the sky.

And everyone looked at the ground powder, dumbfounded.

Patriarch Miwu looked at Cheng Yunzhi, very satisfied with his expression.

Like crying and laughing.

He waved his hand and told the demon cultivators to take a few steps back, leaving room for him to land.

The fluffy red long pendant fell on the ground, and with a slight tremor, it was as smooth as ever.

The Misty Patriarch smiled and said, "You can still change your mind."

Why change your mind? After you die, can you still stay in the Misty City safely and be the direct disciple of the enemy?

Cheng Yuzhi raised his head, his eyes burning, "I'll kill you."

The Misty Patriarch waved him away nonchalantly, knocking him to the ground.

He turned sideways slightly, with a half-smile still on his face: "You are my chosen disciple, why would I do anything to you myself?"

"Let me tell you a little trick. Although the Mist Stone is broken, it can still be used."

Patriarch Miwu stared closely at Cheng Yunzhi, the meaning of expectation in his eyes was self-evident, waiting for him to get up and do something, "Although it is not as good as before."

After hearing this sentence, everyone rushed forward and dragged Cheng Yuzhi away staggeringly, asking him to try, what if he could open it!

Cheng Yunzhi waved away the people who were tugging at him, lowering his eyelashes.

He said to Patriarch Misty: "I'll go back with you, you let them go."

Misty Patriarch: "Then how can I do it? After all, it is the blood food of my Misty City, let it go easily, but I can't convince the tens of thousands of demon cultivators in the city..."

"Unless you fight with my men, you can do whatever you want as long as you kill him."

Cheng Yunzhi said in his heart: "I want you to die, can you?"

He didn't say it out, fearing that Patriarch Misty would take back even this little wish.

The beautiful Daoxiu smiled miserably, his face was as pale as a ghost, and his figure was thin, as if he hadn't eaten properly for many days.

Cheng Yunzhi said: "Okay."

Pulling out the long sword, he put it on his wrist and gestured for a while. Not far away, he heard the neighing of the horse, as if someone was galloping towards him from a distance.

The snow-white sword's edge pressed against the skin of the wrist, as well as the blue marks underneath.It only takes a little force to pierce.

He said melancholy: "It's a pity that I can't die well."

Cheng Yuzhi put down his sword, and met the gaze of Patriarch Misty's subordinate, a tall man in a pitch-black robe.

That Moxiu had broad shoulders and long hair tied into a bun.

The whole face was covered by a dark mask, and the face could not be seen clearly. There was a long sword beside him, which was the most common style in the City Lord's Mansion.

Cheng Yuzhi looked at him and saw that he was surrounded by demonic energy, so he covered up his fingers holding the reins one by one.

Lips trembled, unable to utter a word.

When he froze, the 20 years of common memory made people feel unusually familiar.

Such shoulders...

He used to lie on it, drowsy, waiting for someone to put him on his back and drive him home.

such hands...

He used to practice kung fu, but his spiritual power was corrected little by little by these hands, and he was saved.

The heart that had been burned to ashes rekindled, and the anger that spewed out immediately engulfed Cheng Yuzhi's entire body!

"That's how you tricked us! Isn't it! Isn't it!!!" He turned the tip of his long sword and pointed it straight at Patriarch Misty: "What are you going to do?!

The Misty Patriarch was very close to him, Shi Shiran pushed away the tip of his sword, turned around and hid himself in the army of demon cultivators.

Cheng Yuzhi's tears finally fell down, dripping tremblingly on the edge of the sword, pat, pat.

Hong Wu gently swept away from his side, listening to Cheng Yuzhi muttering: "You made a deal with him first, didn't you?"

The black mask froze and didn't speak.

"Lead me away, pull me back, play me around like a fool, and finally, for no apparent reason, I want to fight you..." Cheng Yuzhi said sadly, "Either you die or I die, What do you want me to do?!"

In that battle, they fought in the dark.

In the end, Cheng Yun's golden elixir broke, and the Nascent Soul stood on the ground, causing a catastrophe of heaven and earth, beheading the black mask off the horse, and piercing his chest with a sword.

The clear tears were still rolling down his face, his voice was hoarse, and his vision was so blurred that he couldn't see anything.

There is no injury on the body, and the same is true on the black mask, except for the last fatal injury.

But still stubbornly, holding the long sword in his hand tightly.

Those tears dripped down the black mask's mask along the sword's edge that pierced his chest, soaking in small splashes.

The black mask signaled him silently and gently: "You won the bet made by the Mist Patriarch."

You are, great, great, ready to graduate...

Junior brother.

move.

Behind the ground where the black mask was lying, there was no noise from the black army of demon cultivators, and no one rushed up to interfere with the process of the black mask's defeat.

Seeing the demon cultivator lying on the ground, the ground was stained red with blood.

And the snow-white Daoxiu stood where he was, holding the weapon that pierced his fatal wound in his hand.

As if being scalded, Cheng Yuzhi let go of his hand, and the long sword fell down with a clang.

It hit the black mask's chest, but the other party didn't say a word.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Cheng Yunzhi's hair for the last time.Not angry at all, this ending is much better than what he thought before.

He stretched out his hand halfway, then took it back.

He remembered that he was already a demon cultivator stained with blood, his hands were dirty, and he couldn't stain his white little Cheng.

To die at the hands of Cheng Yun is considered a worthy death.

Cheng Yunzhi thought sadly, if he is like this, even if he gets out alive, what is the difference from being dead... How is it possible for him... How is it possible...

"Ah!!!" Daoxiu covered his face and wailed loudly.

He turned and ran, the faster the better!Run as far as possible!

As long as he leaves, Black Mask is not dead!not dead! ! !

Running to the front of the enchantment, he stretched out his hand to hold the powder of the Misty Stone in his hand, and activated his spiritual power.

The light of spiritual power bloomed in his hands, and the enchantment was concealed by the faint breath of the mist stone, and the gaps began to crack again.

Cheng Yuzhi stretched out his hand, grabbed the gap in the barrier, and tore it open with his bare hands.

The spiritual power that had just been promoted to Nascent Soul surged out, widening the gap, big enough for one person to get out.

Countless people thanked him, kowtowed and knelt down to him, terrified, ecstatic, and dancing, in order to welcome the last newborn.

Cheng Yuzhi was in a daze, his long hair was disheveled, sticking pitifully to the side of his face.

More and more people came out from the gap he tore, leaving here, and Cheng Yuzhi watched his spiritual power being swallowed up by the shattered mist stone.

As long as the supply of spiritual power is slightly reduced, the gap in the barrier will be closed.

"It! It's getting smaller!" The person who was about to go out screamed!

The people behind kept begging and begging him, kowtowing until their foreheads bled, hoping that Cheng Yunzhi could persevere, at least until he left.

Cheng Yuzhi shook his head heavily, bit his lips to bleed, and did not let go!

The newly born Nascent Soul was emptied of spiritual power, screamed shrilly, and turned into a cloud of smoke.

Cheng Yunzhi thought: "Goodbye."

The golden core overflowing with spiritual power clicked, and the gap was split open, revealing the nothingness and emptiness inside.

He thought: "The cultivation that was finally brought up has finally come to nothing."

There was the sound of the last person's footsteps behind him, standing right behind him without speaking.He heard the sound of water ticking, and the rustling of the clothes.

Someone came staggeringly, leaning on a sword, and stood right behind him.

Cheng Yunzhi knew that all the people he wanted to save had gone out, and now he was the only one left.

He never looked back.

Daoxiu tore apart his Nascent Soul and Golden Core, in exchange for the explosion and collapse of spiritual power, and threw himself out of the barrier from the narrow gap.

Leaping out, he treated his past and bloodlines equally, and threw them into the fog behind him.