Dressed as a heartthrob cannon fodder husband and wife

Lin Sijin's fingertips condensed subtle spiritual power, which covered the enchantment like a spider web, like a series of criss-crossed plant roots.

There was only a thin barrier in front of him, but it was extremely strong. The air on both sides seemed to be separated. When he touched it with his fingertips, he was bounced away before he could cover it with spiritual power.

Lin Sijin took a few steps back, a heavy pressure bounced back, his chest shook, and he almost touched the hot magma backwards.

Covered by the thick black fog, one could see looming figures within it. The blood refinement formation was under their feet, and the blood moon was above their heads. The scorching and bloody aura spread in the air, and the thick blood splashed on the ground, splashing a dark color.

The stone platform in front of him seemed to have turned into a huge melting pot, and it was also like a living purgatory. Anyone who was in the formation, no one would be spared.

This kind of purgatory will arouse the tyranny and the desire to win and lose in people's hearts. Even if they are defeated, they will not be reconciled. The blood mist in the formation will confuse their sanity, give birth to their anger, and make them stand up continuously until there is no breath.

Will burn their lives completely to the end.

Sheng Rufei was holding a long sword, and there was dripping blood under the sword. Now he should be thankful that the black mist covered him, and the boy should not be able to see him in it.

Pain came from the wound on the back shoulder, and he touched his cheek with his fingertips, where there was a fresh wound.

His eyes were filled with bright red, and his fingertips felt warm. He stood in place, and the corner of his eyes saw the cold sword light. The sword in his hand reacted first, and the long swords collided with each other.

With a "bang", the sword energy spread to the surroundings, and there was a shrill scream in the black mist. Sheng Rufei's sword blocked the attack in front of him. The eyes of the disciple holding the sword were bloodshot, and another disciple attacked from behind.

The sword light fell on those disciples, and those disciples seemed not to be afraid of the pain, they still stood up crookedly and tried to attack him.

Some disciples fell, and new ones came up soon. Sheng Rufei felt that he seemed to be the center of the blood refinement array. Many disciples were affected by the blood mist, and he was the first one who wanted to attack subconsciously.

The piercing sword light streaked across the sky, Sheng Rufei avoided the oncoming long sword, and when the long swords collided, Shen Tie made a dull sound, and beside his ears were the stern laughter of the resentful spirits.

"You have an evil curse in your body, what are you still struggling with, there are thousands of disciples here, do you think you can really last until that moment?"

"Look, you can't heal your wounds. I'll count them, one, two, three, four, five...the wounds will increase, your blood will flow out, and then you will be sliced ​​into pieces by Master Shouhe."

"You want to protect him? He has a relationship with our lord, if he falls into his hands, the lord will definitely torture him to death."

"It's a pity that you can't do anything. Since birth, everything about you has been in the hands of others."

The wraiths' faces were distorted, and their voices were high-pitched and sharp, making people feel fishy and sticky. They approached him and whispered in his ear, telling the cruel truth they had buried.

"Your life is written for you by others. You were born to bear the pain, the unbearable curse, and everything you didn't want to bear."

"Revenge for your parents? Do you know who your enemy is... The so-called bloody hatred is just a life fabricated by Feng Rugao for you. You are just a sacrifice, a puppet controlled by others. You clearly have nothing .”

"You can enter the fairy gate because your good master wants to use you to protect him. You have a marriage contract attached to your body. It is your good master who wants to give you a joy in vain. You can grow up safely until now, but only It’s because he appeared a few years later. Whether it’s past life or present, you can never change your destiny.”

"You can't help but decide your own life... Soon, your only life will be gone."

The resentful spirit approached Sheng Rufei, then dissipated in the black mist, looming around him, and its shrill voice kept echoing in his ears.

"You're dead...he won't remember you, Bai lived for eighteen years, and you can't catch anything."

A shadow was suppressed in Sheng Rufei's eyebrows, his pupils were slightly slack, and he was a little unsteady in holding the sword for a moment, because he was so distracted that the long sword behind him pierced his chest.

With a sound of "噗呲", the black Taoist robe was wet, blood dripped from the blade of the sword, a fishy sweetness gushed out of his throat, and the blade of the sword on his chest penetrated a little deeper.

Behind was the scorching waves of flames. Sheng Rufei held the long sword on his chest in his palm, and there was a sharp pain in his palm. With a slight force on his fingertips, he pulled out the cold blade.

There was a hole in his chest, his palms were full of blood, his own slow heartbeat was heard next to his ears, there seemed to be double images in front of his eyes, and the blood on his palms turned black.

There are countless distorted faces in his palm, those distorted faces are smiling, looking at him with sympathy and pity, whispering in his ear, and laughing loudly.

"Trash...you're going to die soon."

"Even if you can survive, the blood refining formation has been triggered, and only one person can survive... When the time is up, everyone will be buried in the magma."

Sheng Rufei exerted a little force on his palms, and the wraiths in his palms screamed, and dense incantations emerged from his brows and eyes.The incantations covered half of his face, adding a touch of strangeness to that gorgeous face.

He turned around slightly, the sky was full of flames behind him, and he seemed to be able to see the young man in the barrier through the thick black mist.

There was a little emptiness in his heart, the fire in Sheng Rufei's eyes jumped, and the blood on his forehead flowed down.

If it was in the past, maybe he would carefully analyze the pros and cons, and calculate that a person caused him a lot of trouble, and even changed his fate.

Is such a person worth giving up everything to be with him?

But now he doesn't want to think about it so much, it seems that being with a fool will become a fool.

He is rejoicing, fortunately it is him.

Fortunately, he was connected with the soul bond with the boy, and he was the one who bore the injury and evil spell for the boy. When his wound was difficult to heal and black thick blood appeared, he already understood a little bit.

At that time, he had the answer in his heart.

He will write down what the boy owes him.

In this life, all the experiences of the boy will be written in his name.

Surrounded by layers of black mist, the original hunting ground became quiet at this moment. An invisible cold coercion spread from the edge of the stone platform. With the young man in black at the edge as the center, the ground sank a little due to the coercion, and there was a "bang" sound. , The ground cracked several gaps.

Black mist wrapped around the young man, the silvery white sword was stained with blood, the black mantras on the young man's cheeks kept jumping and surging, the blood dripped to the ground, and the wraiths scattered wherever they passed, screaming continuously.

Leng Bai's fingertips clenched the long sword tightly, the pupils of the eyes under the spell seemed to blend with the spell, the sword energy condensed invisible, and the air seemed to stand still.

As a silvery white sword light fell, the cold light divided the sky, countless black mist dissipated behind him, silver light filled half of the sky, blood splashed in the air, and dozens of monks in front of him all fell to the ground.

They only had a faint breath left, and all of them lost their ability to move.

The black mantra kept jumping, densely packed as if to swallow him whole.

There was blood on Sheng Rufei's lips, as if he didn't feel the injury on his body, he was not afraid of pain or the blade, he stood in front of the barrier, the blade touched the ground, and invisibly drew a boundary on the ground.

No one is allowed to step forward.

Half of the stone platform swayed for a while, and the magma next to it splashed a little, Lin Sijin was blown away by the barrier again, and the scorching magma splashed on his back, and the burning pain came from the skin, and the pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow , A small hole was burned in his back.

He was afraid of pain, his fingertips touched his back, and his face turned a little pale. Don't think about it, if the magma floods the entire stone platform, the only thing waiting for them is a dead end.

He stood up clutching the wound on his back, and when the black mist cleared to reveal the figure of a young man, he saw Sheng Rufei not far away from him.

Sheng Rufei's face was covered with dense black spells, and his whole body was full of tyranny. When he met his eyes from the air, the cold eyes seemed to melt a little.

He saw the blood hole in Sheng Rufei's skirt, the blood red was too dazzling, his whole body seemed to be immersed in the cold bottom of the pool, his whole body was cold, and the coldness soaked into his heart.

He remembered the scarecrow with a hole in his chest, and the images seemed to overlap at this moment. His whole body was plunged into endless viscous cold, and there was an obscure pain in his heart.

Behind Lin Sijin was hot magma, and the magma fell on his back again. He didn't notice it, and through the thick black fog, he called out, "Senior brother——"

His palms were clenched slightly, his eyes were red, the tight string seemed to be broken at this moment, the barrier in front of him was still blocking him, and his palm shook the barrier vigorously.

The barrier cracked with spider veins, all the spiritual power bounced back, and several small wounds appeared on Lin Sijin's cheeks.He slapped the barrier vigorously with his palm, his fingertips were divided by spiritual power, and blood flowed down.

Sheng Rufei in the distance has already been involved in the middle of the monks, and has no time to worry about him. The bright red on the sword is extremely dazzling. Sheng Rufei in the crowd doesn't care if he is injured. Those monks are not allowed to approach the enchantment.

Lin Sijin knew that no one would be able to step in the barrier, but Sheng Rufei didn't know it, and she foolishly guarded it outside.

"Sheng Rufei...you come back..."

His whole body seemed to be thrown into the center of the heat wave, watching those black spells densely devouring the young man in the distance, as if countless sharp knives were stabbing his heart.

The thick ice-cold engulfed him, and his whole body seemed to melt into the darkness and ice-coldness, and a suppressed terrifying aura emanated out at this moment.

His eyes were filled with the cold young man not far away, his palms were slightly clenched, his nails dug into the flesh, and his palms were bloody.

The vain and cold anger in my heart reached its peak.

Why cast an evil curse on Sheng Rufei.

In this life, he has never been involved with Shou Que, so why would he go out of his way to disrupt everything about him.

If it arises because of him, it should be aimed at him.

Why would he hurt his favorite brother.

Why would he hurt someone he cherishes.

He didn't allow anyone to hurt Sheng Rufei.

The force of the palm falling on the enchantment became heavier and heavier, and countless spiritual powers entangled around him. It seemed that there was a fire in Lin Sijin's eyes, and the spiritual power cut his cheeks and neck, and blood flowed down.

His hair was blown away by the spiritual power, burning pain came from the skin all over his body, all the sounds in his ears dissipated, and the figure in the distance seemed to overlap with the deepest part of his memory.

The young man was born with silver hair, born noble, like the clouds and the moon in the sky, always wrapped in fox fur with cold plum fragrance all year round, the person is more radiant than the red plum, and when he looked back, his cold eyes fell on him, as if there was something in his eyes. up the temperature.

"Xiao Jin, if one day I'm gone, do you know what to do?"

"You have to...live a good life for me."

Everything around seemed to have disappeared, Lin Sijin's throat was blocked, and it was difficult to speak obscurely, and there was a severe pain in his heart.

At the same time, there seemed to be hummings coming from the bottom of the abyss cliff. Lin Sijin stood in place, and an invisible terrifying coercion spread from around him, and the barrier in front of him shattered invisible with a "bang".

Sensing the familiar breath, Lin Sijin opened his mouth with a hoarse and cold voice.

"Autumn water."

With this sound, the tip of the mysterious sword buried deep in thousands of bones moved, and countless bones were shaken. With a "buzz", the mysterious sword exuded endless evil energy, broke free from the bones, and suppressed taboos invisible. are easily broken.

Thousands of bones wailed, a deep evil spirit spread to the sky, and the entire blood tower fell into darkness.

The Qiushui Sword, which had been silent for a full 1000 years, broke its shackles at this moment.

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Fuguang Changgao Peak.

In the side hall that no one cares about, there is a statue of a god, and in front of the statue are seven soul candles. At this time, all seven candles are lit together.