Fall in love with a dead enemy [rebirth]

Zhong Ying saw the previously living people turned into fallen corpses, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

His chest was heavy, and a cluster of flames ignited from his heart, extremely angry.

Even if Zhong Ying is a willful and reckless demon who kills people like hemp, he still can't understand Xuehui's killing.

Zhong Ying did kill countless people in his previous life, all he slaughtered were enemies, he would never kill his loyal subordinates, let alone kill sister and cheap daddy.

He only got along with these "brothers" in the mirror world for a while, and he felt extremely angry. He couldn't imagine how the god who raised his disciples himself, and even said the extremely warm words just a moment ago, could do it.

It seemed that what he slaughtered was not the disciples who trusted him and relied on him, but the disciples who chopped melons and vegetables.

His fingers were held, Zhong Ying turned his head sharply, his peach blossom eyes were full of murderous intent.

Jun Buyi frowned slightly, his eyelids drooped slightly, his eyelashes trembled in the wind, and his voice was weak: "This is a thing of the past."

So, they can't change.

Zhong Ying's breath stopped, and he cursed angrily: "Damn! Isn't the world in the mirror over yet? We are all out of memory."

Jun Buyi shook his head at Zhong Ying: "I don't know." After a pause, he said, "I only know that we left the world in the mirror probably because the person we replaced died..."

He died on that day 5000 years ago, at the hands of his master.

Before that, Shenjun Xuehui even said that he would personally hold a Dao couple ceremony for them.

"..."

Zhong Ying's expression darkened.

The wind poured in from the window lattice, but it couldn't dispel the bloody smell in the bedroom, but made the bloody smell a bit stronger.

Zhong Ying lowered his head and saw Qu Xingzhi carrying a pot of spiritual tea and a bamboo basket of spiritual fruits, walking towards the bedroom. When the young man was standing outside the bedroom, he subconsciously raised the corners of his lips, revealing a sweet smile.

He was afraid that his frowning expression would affect the mood of Master.

Zhong Ying subconsciously wanted to stop Qu Xingzhi, but after realizing that this was just a "reminiscence", he held his breath and asked, "Is there anything wrong with Junior Brother?"

This time, Jun Buyi replied affirmatively: "At least he will be fine now."

Qu Xingzhi knocked on the door, pushed the door open and entered, shouting crisply: "Master, Senior Brother and Senior Sister, I picked some fresh spirit peaches."

A black shadow fell towards him, and a disgustingly thick bloody smell rushed towards his face. Qu Xingzhi raised his head, and a bloody figure was reflected in his bright black pupils.

"Whoa!"

"bump!"

The teapot was broken into pieces, and the melons and fruits rolled all over the floor.

"Hua, Brother Hua..."

Qu Xingzhi saw this kind of scene for the first time, and he was eroded by great fear. With a pale face, he almost uttered the name tremblingly.

His forehead was covered with fine cold sweat. Qu Xingzhi thought of something, and his sore legs suddenly gained infinite strength, and he ran desperately inside: "Master! Master——"

On the spotless ground in the past, the corpses of senior brothers and sisters were lying here and there. They ran so fast that they were almost knocked over by the corpses, but their robes were stained with blood.

In the hell-like scene on earth, Qu Xingzhi was at a loss and retched.

It wasn't until the sound of the sword that he raised his head in a daze, and saw the blood-stained silver-haired Xuehui Shenjun.

His eyes were filled with surprise, but Qu Xingzhi's voice was choked with sobs: "Master, that's great, you're fine..."

The sound stopped abruptly, and Qu Xingzhi's pupils constricted.

The moonlight-like sword light flashed across, cold and sharp, Xuehui Shenjun did not hesitate at all, cut off the young disciple's neck with a sword with a calm expression, leaving a long bloodstain on the neck.

The skin and flesh burst open, and the blood flowed continuously.

The boy whose throat had been cut lost all his strength and fell to one side. His body hit the shelf on the other side, and the shelf crashed.

In the void, Zhong Ying gasped.

Even Jun unexpectedly pursed his lips.

Because they knew what happened in the later generations, they could be sure that Qu Xingzhi survived and became the Taixuan Dao Patriarch respected by everyone in the cultivation world in the future.

Therefore, both Zhong Ying and Jun Buyi took it for granted that this little disciple, Qu Xingzhi, should have some weight in Shenjun Xuehui's heart, but they didn't want... Shenjun never showed mercy.

As if brushing off the dust from the corner of his clothes, Xuehui Shenjun walked away with a blood-dripping sword in his hand.

On the top of the shelf, a Kongming lantern wobbled for a while, and finally rolled down, and Gululu rolled all the way to Shenjun.

Xuehui Shenjun paused, lowered his eyes slightly, and picked up the lamp.

Kongming lanterns are exquisitely crafted, and the three most cherished wishes of teenagers are promised on the lantern paper.

I wish that Master's smile will always be there.

Second, I wish Master eternal well-being.

The three wishes to the Master to honor immortality and prosper forever.

The reason Xuehui Shenjun cut off the Kongming Lantern was that he wanted to fulfill Xiao Miaoer's wish personally...

"That's all." Xuehui Shenjun murmured.

In his palm, a small cluster of flames rose from the bamboo sticks, and the flames quickly spread to the entire Kongming lantern, and the lantern paper with three lines of delicate small characters was gradually burned into ashes.

He let go, and the blazing Kongming lantern fell to the ground, igniting the gauze curtain.

Xuehui Shenjun pulled a piece of sleeve with a "tear" sound, squatted down, and wrapped it around the boy's bloody neck, his voice was low and soft: "I have tried everything, but you can't condense your spiritual energy, little meow, are you The most unpromising disciple for my teacher."

"I can't practice. I'm just a mortal. A mortal is only a hundred years old, and his life is as short as a firefly. It can't hinder me at all." Standing up, his knuckle fingers slowly unbuttoned his outer robe.

The wide golden robe was placed on the boy's head by the god, and the god Xuehui turned and left.

"And let you live..."

The flames on the gauze curtain climbed up the door frame and spread to the bookshelves and desks. A single spark gradually enveloped the entire bedroom, turning the snow-covered Longshou Peak into a sea of ​​flames.

In the sea of ​​flames, the corpse shrouded in the golden robe gradually began to breathe weakly.

Shenjun Xuehui held the long sword, wherever he passed, no matter who called him "Shizu" or "Shenjun", or "Master", they all became souls of the dead under the sword, only the bones were still warm.

I would like to invite more than a dozen disciples including Sanskrit, who were shocked by various changes, and came to the gods hand in hand.

They are wearing gold-encrusted snow robes of the Taiyi Sect, and they are very graceful. They were the most outstanding disciples of the gods in the past, and they are the foundation of the Taiyi Sect.

Xuehui Shenjun can easily kill Hedao Immortal, but if Tai Yizong joins forces, it is hard to predict who will win and who will lose, so he will suddenly attack Qianyuan Taoist at the beginning, because Qianyuan Taoist is his big disciple. Undoubtedly, it will be able to gather the immortals of the Taiyi sect in the first place.

No one of them is a fool if they can cultivate to this point.

Daoist Qianyuan and several senior brothers suddenly lost their breath, the Taiyi sect's protective formation suddenly activated, and the appearance of Xuehui Shenjun... It was enough for them to understand what happened.

However, they didn't take action, and they didn't kill demons and eliminate demons as they did in the past when encountering demons raging.

A Dao He Dao immortal knelt down in front of Xuehui Shenjun. They looked heavy, endured the heavy, and called out in unison: "Master, please calm down—"

Jinyue looked sadly: "Master, I don't know why you are angry, but those little disciples are innocent."

Sanskrit bit her lower lip, and raised her beautiful face stubbornly: "If we have done something wrong, let the master deal with it."

"Master, we..."

Shenjun Xuehui's lips moved, and before raising his sword, he only said one sentence: "Tai Yizong blocked my way."

Another Daoist Immortal was beheaded by the sword without any resistance.

Everyone was horrified.

I would like to make an appointment with Sanskrit and the pair of Taoist couples to instantly say: "We stop the master, you take the little disciples and leave! Hurry up!"

The crowd behind them turned into light and tried to leave, but at this moment the Taiyi sect's protective formation was activated, and dense golden runes flashed and circulated in the air.

Except for Shenjun Xuehui, all Taiyi Sect disciples in Longshou Mountain Range were suppressed by [-]% of their strength.

Xuehui Shenjun continued to move forward, and the places he passed were full of bones.

Tongues of flames licked from the top of Longshou Peak until the entire Longshou Mountain Range formed a sea of ​​flames. Pavilions, towers, pavilions, spiritual plants, spirit beasts, spiritual treasures, and thousands of volumes of Daoist scriptures were all buried in the sea of ​​flames.

Together with those young, energetic and high-spirited disciples of the Taiyi Sect...

During the battle of killing evil, evil things could not disturb this fairyland on earth, but now it has become the second burial place in the world.

The flames burned for a full ten days, destroying everything in the first sect in Kyushu. In the end, the guardian array faltered and disappeared completely.

The ashes of the corpse were swept up by a gust of wind and scattered all over Kyushu.

The mortals living at the foot of the Longshou Mountains finally discovered the thick smoke. They were illuminated by the Taiyi Sect, and when they saw this scene, they became anxious.

"Oops! Something happened to the immortals!"

"God, you must bless the immortals."

"Let's go and see..."

The old man and the children stayed at home, while the young and strong men rushed in the direction of Tai Yizong. Even though they could not help at all, and they might even die, they still wanted to do their part.

The god, dressed in blood, looked down at the simple mountain village, with blood stains on his pale eyebrows.

More than ten years ago, when Earth Dragon turned around, the mountain village should have been abandoned long ago. It was Tai Yizong who sheltered them, and only then did they work at sunrise and rest at sunset, with men farming and women weaving.

The Taiyi Sect has been destroyed, and those related to it should not exist.

When he waved his sleeves and left, Dilong turned over, the land cracked, houses collapsed, and the peaceful mountain village wailed.

Afterwards, the temples of Taiyizong worshiped in Kyushu were burned one by one, and even the statues of gods and kings were not left behind...

The heavy rain poured down, pattering on the broken tiles and charred walls, finally extinguishing the seemingly endless flames.

Zhong Ying and the two stood silently in the void, speechless.

On the ruins of Taiyizong, an arm protruded from under several stone slabs. The arm was covered with dust, so dirty that the original skin color could not be seen.

Under the washing of the cold rain, the scarred and horrible arm was exposed. There were wounds from heavy objects, wounds from sharp objects, and a string of blisters from the flames.

A slender young man crawled out from under the stone slab. He was completely in a state of distress, and the golden robe wrapped around him was still spotless and brilliant.

The young man curled up, groping for something with his fingers, like a hunched old man, extremely helpless.

Zhong Ying recognized him, and called out with some hesitation: "Xiao Miaoer?"

Little Miao'er raised her head abruptly as if she heard something.

The moment Zhong Ying saw Qu Xingzhi's face clearly, he was stunned.

The boy is only twelve or thirteen years old, young and immature, with a clear and delicate personality.But at this moment, his face seemed to have lost all blood color, pale as a firework ashes, a few strands of hair burned away by the flames were wet against his cheeks, under the forehead hair, the originally clear eyes were empty and silent, impenetrable. Give out the slightest light.

The cold rain hit his face, slipped from his brows and eyes, passed through the hideous wound on his neck, and sank into his robe.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

The boy tried to make a sound, shouting something desperately, but the pain in his throat was as painful as thousands of needles.

"what……"

The boy couldn't stand up, and weakly crawled forward, almost rolling into the ditch.

He survived, perhaps the only survivor of the Taiyi Sect.

However, the billowing fireworks burned his eyes, and he could no longer see any light.

That ruthless and decisive sword cut half of his throat, and his voice was ruined ever since.

The boy persistently made an unpleasant and piercing sound.

"Ah, ah!"

Senior Brother Zhong, Senior Brother Jun...

"Ah!"

Senior Brother Qianyuan, Senior Sister Fanyin, Senior Brother Jinyue...

"Ah..."

Nephew Jun...

"Ah!"

Master!Master!

"Ahhh!"

He frantically turned over the broken stones, venting his pain.

The wound in the throat was open, but only a few drops of blood fell, as if the blood in the body had already flowed out, and the corners of the eyes were stained with bloody tears.

"what--"

Master!

With his head down, he thought, he must kill that person!