How to cough up blood

The door of the main hall was hastily opened, and the hanging red lanterns were shaking, dyeing the snow on the ground a warm color.

The cold breath is blocked outside, and the warm breath in the hall is full of sultry spring.

Fuzhi was placed on the bed, his eyes were covered with red silk, his thin red lips were slightly parted, exhaling the intoxicating aroma of wine, and a faint blush floated on his jade-like side face.

Yin Lingxi untied Fuzhi's complicated dress little by little.

The clothes were clearly put on not long ago and were about to be taken off, he thought casually, the obedient appearance of his master was completely different from the time when he was in East Heshan.

If you can't see things clearly, you will inevitably feel flustered. Fuzhi's heartbeat speeds up slowly, and he seems to have regained some sanity. He shouted hoarsely, "Lingxi...?"

He reached out and pulled the red silk over his eyes, Yin Lingxi stopped him, coaxing in a low voice, "Master."

His own voice is different from that of a boy, and is more magnetic.

Fuzhi felt something was wrong in a trance, "Is that you, Lingxi?"

He couldn't see, so he used his hands to slowly outline Yin Lingxi's figure, with neither light nor heavy force, until he was held by a warm palm.

Fuzhi didn't break free for a while.

Yin Lingxi put his elbows on Fuzhi's side, let go slowly, and said firmly, "Master, it's me."

Fuzhi seemed to relax just now, the tight lines of her body softened, and the red hand that was held by him quietly stretched under the pillow.

After a while, he found an exquisite box, and the hand holding the box was tightly gripped, even the joints were turning blue and white, and his lips were tightly pursed, looking very nervous.

At this time, the outer shirt and inner shirt of his dress had fallen to the ground with a soft sound, leaving only a thin inner jacket.

The bed curtain slowly slid down, and the light and shadow were mottled.

Yin Lingxi's clothes were half uncovered, her cool hair fell onto Fuzhi's faintly exposed chest, arousing a slight itch.

He looked at the box in Fuzhi's hand thoughtfully: "Master, this is?"

Fuzhi turned his head away without saying a word, and with a movement of his hand, the box was opened.

click.

There was only one book without a cover and a delicate little jar inside.

If Ah Ruan hadn't been taken back to the depths of his consciousness by Fu Zhi, he would have recognized it. This book without a cover is a romantic map drawn by its owner stroke by stroke. Teaching, solving doubts' to this guy Yin Lingxi.

Jian Zun's silent appearance made Yin Lingxi raise his eyebrows slightly. He flipped a page casually, and the expression on his face immediately became subtle.

The two people in the album don't have faces, but they have excellent figures. The person who wrote the pen obviously has a deep foundation, the details are very delicate, and the brush strokes are smooth and unique, which is very rare.

The sound of turning pages made Master Jian even more nervous. He couldn't help gripping the quilt under him, and said in a low voice, "This is from Qingyuan, you and I...although we kiss on weekdays, we have no experience..."

no experience?

Yin Lingxi almost laughed out loud, the corners of his mouth couldn't come down no matter what, he threw aside the album full of spring scenery, and the scorching kiss fell on Fuzhi's fingertips, causing a shudder.

"So, Master has seen it?"

With red ears, Fuzhi replied very softly, "I've seen it..."

"Then Master, you also know how to do it?"

"...I know."

Yin Lingxi smiled very attractively, and said in a simple tone: "But I don't know, Master, please teach me, okay?"

He took out the small jar from the box. This thing looked similar to an ordinary elixir. He dug out a piece, and the paste quickly turned into crystal clear water.

Yin Lingxi observed her fingers for a moment, then took Fuzhi's hand, and like applying medicine for wounds, carefully smeared the scented ointment on Fuzhi's cold jade-like index finger.

Immediately afterwards, Fuzhi heard his innocent and puzzled voice, "Master, is this thing used here?"

Fu Zhi froze, the tip of his nose was filled with the faint fragrance of fat, a thin layer of sweat broke out from his palm, and he said with difficulty: "...No."

"Where is that used?" Yin Lingxi had a smile in his eyes, but his voice couldn't be more serious. He held Fuzhi's hand, dug another piece out of the small jar, and said, "Master, I use it myself, my disciples." Let's see."

The grease melts away from the fingertips, and the light fragrance catches the cold snow and the light of the red candle, and passes through the gaps in the curtains, pouring countless secret emotions into people's hearts.

Fuzhi didn't realize it for a long time, until Yin Lingxi repeated it patiently, then he suddenly withdrew his hand, exposing his chest.Crouching, glowing beautiful red.

"Lingxi..."

He couldn't help but bring some pleadings.

The incense on the fingertips is like a scalding fire, stirring up light and shallow throbbing.

Yin Lingxi whispered: "Master, teach me."

"..."

Fuzhi has never felt that it is so difficult to make a decision. Usually, if there is a difficult problem, it can be solved with a sword, but now it is almost impossible to get off.

After a long time, he sighed, propped himself up under the shadowy bed curtain, supported Yin Lingxi's shoulders, and with the other hand pushed back the clothes on his lower back.

After a while, Jian Zun's body was soaked with a thin layer of sweat, and he slid down along the tight arc of his back, before disappearing suddenly. He leaned on Yin Lingxi's shoulder, his eyes a little confused.Chaos, like being dragged into the world of mortals and tasted the seven emotions.

He spoke hoarsely.

"...will you?"

Yin Lingxi's Adam's apple rolled, "...I will."

As the temperature rose slowly, he looked at the silver lines between Fuzhi's brows, and for the first time felt sincerely that it was quite good to seal that memory.

He heard Fuzhi call him 'Lingxi' over and over again, his heart moved, but his fingers landed on the red silk covering Fuzhi's eyes, caressing gently

If the red silk was uncovered, his master would find that his little apprentice had completely changed, with the anger and disbelief in his eyes, he must be very beautiful.

He narrowed his eyes, ready to move, but after a while, he put down his hand, slid down to Fuzhi's back, and repeatedly teased at the most clean bone.

That's it.

Before taking the bone, follow him for now.

The red candle was still crying, and the snow did not stop all night.

The night outside was faintly blue, and the crescent moon hung high, casting silver light on the window, cooling the ground.

A hand protruded from the bed curtain, the meridian on the back of the hand was beautiful and fragile, dripping with sweat, it clenched and loosened the corner of the quilt, twisting out the folds.

Occasionally, Yin Lingxi's hoarse and smiling voice could be heard, accompanied by the sound of flipping a book.

Fuzhi called Yin Lingxi's name again and again, as if wanting to engrave this name into the depths of his soul forever.

"Lingxi...Yin Lingxi..."

Yin Lingxi also responded to him over and over again.

"it's me……"

Jian Zun's heart slowly filled with an inexplicable sour feeling, and suddenly, a tear fell from the corner of his eye, which wet the red silk, mixed with salty sweat, creating a dark color.

The pain was unbearable, so he bit his lip to hold back, this is his little apprentice, the person he wants to spend this life with, whether it is joy|joy or pain, it is all given by him.

He loves it.

People who are used to being in the cold winter yearn for the warm fire after all, and are willing to sleep forever in the cold wind and snow when the temperature reaches that temperature.

I don't know how long it took, Yin Lingxi coaxed, saying that he wanted to record his appearance in the photo stone, and Jian Zun was pestered by him, so he couldn't tell what he was talking about, so naturally he only agreed.

So Yin Lingxi took out a photo stone, put it beside the pillow, then pushed back his slipping hair, flipped through another page of the book, very eager to learn, whispered in Fuzhi's ear, and practiced it one by one .

……

When Fu Zhi woke up, the red silk from his eyes had been removed, and his eyes were incredibly calm.

Ah Ruan: [Master, the retraction speed is 80.00%, and the speed seems to have slowed down. 】

Fuzhi tried to turn over, then took a light breath, he slowed down, the sore feeling became lighter, and the shapely forearm was covered with bruises after love, but not Other uncomfortable feelings must have been cleaned up by Yin Lingxi last night.

He said: [It is normal for the growth rate to slow down. At our current stage, there is almost no chance of further growth. 】

Ah Ruan: [Why, Master? 】

Fuzhi squinted his eyes: [Because... this guy doesn't believe in my love, he thinks he stole it from himself, if there is no Huanqing Gu, I won't fall in love with him. 】

I didn't see the master, you really fell in love with it, Ah Ruan secretly poked her stomach and said: [Then what is the master going to do?Are you really waiting for this guy to dig your bones? 】

【Not urgent. 】

Fuzhi's long eyelashes cast a shadow, covering the thoughts in his eyes.

After a while, he ordered Ah Ruan to use his divine power to put Yin Lingxi into a deep sleep, and then set up an isolation barrier in the bedroom.

The hall was silent for a moment, not a single sound could be heard.

Fuzhi glanced sideways, looked at the people around her, and instantly entered the scene.

Yin Lingxi changed back to his youthful appearance, and he has not yet woken up. He was tortured by the bloodline of the demons, and his face was paler than usual. In addition, the face of this body was still a little childish, which made him look very pitiful.

Fu Zhi's movements were a little slow, he stood up, and looked at the young man beside him with cold and soft eyes.The boy's body was very clean, Fuzhi was in severe pain last night, and he controlled himself not to leave scratch marks on his body.

He didn't want Yin Lingxi to suffer a little pain.

He gently stroked Yin Lingxi's side face with his fingertips, and traced it carefully.Tonight is the grand ceremony for the two of them to join together, and the discipleship contract between them will become a Taoist couple contract in a legitimate way.

but……

A look of worry floated in Fuzhi's eyes.

The evil spirit in his little disciple's body was really hard to get rid of, even after using the pure bones to suppress it for such a long time, it only cured the symptoms but not the root cause.

Fuzhi lowered his eyes and pondered for a long time, but finally his gaze fell beyond the bed curtain. He pointed at the same time, and the Duanchen Sword came towards him with frosty air.

With a flick of his fingers, the frost and snow on the sword fell off.

The bright sword body reflected his stern eyebrows and eyes. Fu Zhi took off his inner clothes, brushed his black hair aside, revealing his smooth back and slightly protruding spine. Duan Chen Jian seemed to have sensed his master's intentions He struggled violently, humming continuously.

Fu Zhi broke out in cold sweat on his forehead, pressed the Duan Chen sword, pointed Feng Han's sword point at his own spine, and cut a bloody gash two fingers long on it.

tick.tick.

The sound of cutting flesh and blood resounded in the hall.

Blood drops flowed down the cold white skin, like a picture of a blooming Lengxiangxuemei.

Jian Zun's face became paler, his Adam's apple moved, and he remained silent.

A slender jade bone was faintly exposed on his back, and there was a circle of indentations in the middle of the bone, which divided it into upper and lower parts.The upper part is full of violent sword energy, while the lower part is very gentle and full of vitality.

The Zhijing bone is divided into two sections, one section is powerful and called "killing bone", and the other section is "suppressing bone". The two bones coexist to eliminate evil spirits in the world.

The bone-killing hostility is too strong, it can only exist in the body of the owner, and it will cause backlash every month, attacking any evil energy indiscriminately, including demonic energy; the bone-suppressing mildness can melt into anyone's body, even demons and ghosts.

Sword Master took a deep breath.

The tip of the Duanchen Sword was facing the depression between the two cut bones, and stabbed fiercely.

Click.

"Well"

Fuzhi's pupils slackened for a moment, he grabbed the edge of the pillow, trembling in pain, 'Slaying Bone' resisted strongly, and the violent sword energy raged violently, but these sword energy were all blocked in the bedroom by the formation, splitting the bed curtain into countless pieces.

The blood left on his body almost stained the entire quilt red.

Zhijinggu is connected to his life and death, and he cut off a section forcibly. If the distance between "killing bone" and "suppressing bone" is not far in the future, it will naturally have little impact, but the pain of breaking the bone right now is no less than breaking the soul.

Fuzhi's face was as white as paper, and his lips had no blood at all. His fingertips were trembling, and he groped his back. Then he held the 'Bone Town', then closed his eyes, and pulled it out suddenly!

"..."

The severe pain made him unconscious for another moment, and large black patches appeared in front of his eyes.

Fuzhi was covered in cold sweat, forced to open his eyes, looked down at the bones in his palm, after a long time, he smiled slightly with his lips curled up, with a little joy and tenderness in his eyes.

A mass of silver spiritual power floated up in his palm, and slowly sent this half of the gentle pure bone into Yin Lingxi's body, and then outlined a repeated prohibition circle, melting the half of the pure bone into Yin Lingxi's body. into his body, making sure that no trace of breath leaked out.

Fuzhi pressed Yin Lingxi's pulse, checked carefully, and found that the evil spirit had disappeared, so he was relieved.

He looked at his disciple's gentle side face, and after a while, he put a soft kiss on his lips, and murmured coldly.

"...This is a gift from the teacher to join you. I wish you a happy life and no worries."

He has always been indifferent and forbearing, obviously he doesn't intend to tell anyone about it.

With difficulty, Fuzhi applied the elixir to himself, tied up his clothes to cover the wound, pinched another spell, cleaned up the bedroom, and then fell down by Yin Lingxi's hand, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

Before going to bed, his gaze casually glanced over the pillow.

Next to the pillow where Yin Lingxi placed the picture stone, there was a glimmer of light quietly, faithfully recording everything.

……

When Yin Lingxi woke up, it was already late in the afternoon, and there were only two hours before the ceremony of joining the registration.

He could faintly smell the smell of blood at the end of his nose, and it seemed to be an illusion again when he smelled it carefully, Fu Zhi lay quietly in his arms, sleeping deeply.

...Probably an illusion.

Yin Lingxi sat up, her eyes fell on Fuzhi, her fingertips tapped the edge of the bed lightly, her eyes narrowed slightly.In fact, last night was a perfect time to dig bones, but...

When he was in a trance, the sound-transmitting Lingyu hidden under the pillow suddenly gave off a slight wave of demon energy, Yin Lingxi was startled, and quickly took it out to block the breath.

Yin Lingxi's heartbeat sped up slightly, he glanced at Fuzhi, and saw that he was still asleep, so he was relieved.

He turned over and got out of bed, put on his clothes, closed the picture stone next to the pillow, threw it into the Qiankun bag, then quietly left the hall, went to a secret corner, and opened the sound transmission jade.

Osprey's face appeared on the other side, he bowed respectfully, with a little excitement on his face: "Young Emperor!"

Yin Lingxi was almost exposed like this, and his face was not very good-looking, "What's the matter?"

"Your Highness Young Emperor! The Demon Emperor's blood you prepared really has a miraculous effect. The blood line on the side of the ancient magic circle has been suppressed! It should not appear again in a short time!"

"You are the person who has the closest relationship with that magic circle, you must be able to feel it now!"

Yin Lingxi was taken aback for a moment, and then used the demonic energy to circle around his body, and found that the uncomfortable feeling like a severe illness in the past had disappeared in no time, and the blood line that fettered him in the depths of his blood was also silent again.

He frowned slightly, a little puzzled: "It stands to reason that the old guy's blood can only provide temporary relief at most, how could it be..."

However, Xu is the elder's way of getting along, and it is a good thing to be able to suppress it. He relieved his brows, "The emperor knows."

Osprey: "Your Highness, you still have plenty of time now, so you still follow the original plan...?"

Yin Lingxi lowered his eyes and didn't answer for a while. He rubbed his fingers unconsciously. After a while, the hesitation in his eyes was wiped away. He said in a deep voice, "It's tonight."

Osprey said solemnly: "Your Highness, I heard from the analysis of the elders in the clan that this Fuzhi Jianzun's dust-free way should be cultivated on the basis of the most pure bones. If they are all dug out, people will definitely be useless. The elders want us to do a good job." Prepare endlessly with Tian Yanzong."

Yin Lingxi was taken aback, "Abandoned?" He frowned, his lips pursed slightly, "Is there any way to dig out bones and protect people at the same time?"

"This..." Osprey thought for a moment, "In the ancient magic circle, what is needed is the 'killing bone' from the most pure bone. You can just take the 'killing bone', and the suppressing effect of the bone can be replaced by other things."

"Having killed the bone, does it have any effect on him?"

Osprey hesitated for a moment: "Shagu occupies more than half of the power of Jinggu. If it is less, it should be gone except that it will no longer be able to aspire to the great way."

"His Royal Highness, you?"

Yin Lingxi came back to his senses, concealed the complex emotions in his eyes, said nothing, and closed the Yin Lingyu.

... He thought before that if the bones were removed to the bone, it was only one bone missing, but he didn't know that the impact would be so great.

Yin Lingxi stood there for a while, then lowered his head and brushed off the falling snow on his body, then turned and returned to the hall.

Fuzhi was still in a deep sleep, until he realized that he was embraced by a cold embrace, and then opened his eyes wearily, the severe pain behind his back eased a lot, and he didn't know if it was the numbness of the pain, or the elixir It worked.

He held Yin Lingxi's hand, frowned, and said in a hoarse voice, "Hands are so cold, have you gone out?"

Yin Lingxi rested his chin on his shoulder, and hummed in a low voice, "Just now Qingyuan came to look for him, and said that the ceremony of marriage registration is about to start, and we need to prepare as soon as possible."

Fuzhi heard that his tone was a bit different from usual, so he stood up enduring the pain, his light-colored eyes reflected Yin Lingxi's shadow, "Unhappy?"

"...No," Yin Lingxi was quiet for a while, but still asked, "Master, after you and your apprentice become a Taoist couple, do you still want to ask about the Dao of becoming an immortal?"

Yin Lingxi looked at him, clenched his fingers unconsciously.

The person in front of him seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then a soft look flashed in his eyes, Jian Zun sighed lightly, rubbed his head, and said in a low voice: "I won't knock anymore."

"I can't bear it," he said.

Yin Lingxi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a long time, he hugged Fuzhi, "Okay, I will accompany Master."

Just take a piece of bone.

It's just that you can no longer ask the Dao.

Master will understand him.

With Huanqing Gu, Master will definitely forgive him.

Master will love him forever, and they will be together forever.

main peak.

This place is different from the icy and snowy scenery on the top of Cangwu Peak, and it is magnificent everywhere.

In front of the main hall of the main peak, there are thousands of steps, and above the steps is an extremely vast open space. At this time, there are nine ancient tripods placed on the open space, forming a huge circle.

The two who form a Taoist couple need to climb up to the top step by step from the thousand steps, in order to ask the sky.After climbing to the top, stand in the center of the nine-party ancient tripod, accept the baptism of the ancient spirit, and make the Taoist oath, and the ceremony of joining the membership is considered to be more than half completed.

As for the rest, it will not be over until after the wedding night of the two of them, they go to the ancestral halls of the ancestors of the Tianyan Sect and force out blood to form a Taoist couple.

At this time, the night is boundless, and the sides of the thousand-level steps are covered with praying lights, illuminating this winding road warmly and brightly.

Fuzhi and Yin Lingxi were dressed in red dresses, holding each other's hands, and walked up the stairs amidst countless wishes.

Hundreds of carefully selected inner sect disciples flying above Yujian sprinkled countless soft petals and sang congratulatory speeches.

There were three people standing in front of the main hall, Zhuang Cheng felt various things in his heart, Hai Sheng was full of smiles, after all, he did not put on a reluctant face, Wen Chu also changed into a complicated purple clothes today, looking grand.

Fuzhi's speed of going up the steps began to slow down, and her palms felt cold.His face was so white that it was almost transparent, but under the warm light, he couldn't see it clearly.

Broken bone soy sauce, how can it be cured easily?

Yin Lingxi asked in a low voice: "Master?" He touched Fuzhi's hand, "It's cool, is Master tired?"

Fuzhi's heart tightened slightly, he shook his head and said, "No, it's just a pity that the peach blossoms on Cangwu Peak still haven't bloomed."

"It will be held," Yin Lingxi smiled, and described a wonderful future, he said, "At that time, I will watch it with Master, and make peach blossom wine together, forever and ever, I will be with you."

Fuzhi was stunned for a moment, and after a while, his eyes filled with light, and he said softly, "That's great."

He raised his strength to keep up with Yin Lingxi's pace, and the two joined hands, step by step, slowly climbed to the top, like a picture scroll of gods and couples spread out.

When they stood in the center of the Jiufang ancient tripod, there was a soft humming sound from all around. This humming sound quickly caused the ancient tripod to vibrate, emitting a thick and solemn ancient music.

The smile on Yin Lingxi's face stopped abruptly. Amid the quaint music, the devil blood in his body began to become hot, and the shape-changing pill in his dantian also faintly showed signs of collapsing.

Fuzhi glanced sideways, and asked with concern: "Lingxi, are you a little nervous?"

Yin Lingxi didn't see anything unusual about the hand holding him, but the other hand was hidden in his sleeve and pinched tightly. He lowered his head, his pupils were scarlet and black, his muscles were tense to the extreme, and he trembled faintly.

The voice was the same as usual: "Master, this ancient tripod...?"

Fu Zhi: "This is one of the ancient relics of the Tianyan Sect. It is different from the nearby Nine Tripods. After it is laid out, it forms a formation of its own, which will attract the purest energy to bless the body."

"...Why is it different from the original ancient tripod?"

"This will be of great benefit to your cultivation, Senior Brother Zhuang Cheng finally agreed to it."

Fuzhi's lips curled up slightly.

I asked for it so hard, so enjoy it, my darling.

The aura of Jiufang Ancient Cauldron seemed to have sensed something, and it began to faintly become sharper, and the induced airflow slowly swirled around Yin Lingxi's side.

The pure air didn't enter his body for a long time, but it meant to be hostile. After a long time, even the disciples who were throwing flower petals in the sky felt that something was wrong, and gathered together in twos and threes, whispering.

The moonlight is dim, and the evening wind brings a coolness.

Yin Lingxi stood in the night with his head down, unable to see the expression on his face clearly, he slowly let go of Fuzhi's hand and took a step back.

Fuzhi was taken aback, "Lingxi?"

He reached out to pull Yin Lingxi's sleeve in confusion, but was blocked.

"..."

Fuzhi's hand froze in the air.

Zhuang Cheng took a step forward and shouted: "Yin Lingxi, what are you doing? Don't resist this pure aura, otherwise the ceremony of union membership cannot be completed!"

Yin Lingxi remained silent for a while. The night behind him seemed to be spreading black air, leading to a dark abyss. The veins in his hands hidden in his sleeves were bulging, and the devil's blood fiercely resisted the pure air. The shape-changing pill was flushed out of countless cracks.

His figure began to become unstable, like countless double images piled up on him, flickering and flickering.

Yin Lingxi's pupils shrank.

not good!

He turned around quickly, intending to leave here first.

In the eyes of other people, this appearance is tantamount to regretting the marriage, which instantly caused an uproar!

But before taking two steps, the Xingchang Pill collapsed completely, and Yin Lingxi froze, barely stopping at the edge of the Jiufang Ancient Ding.

"..."

In the next second, everyone could see that the handsome sunshine between his eyebrows disappeared completely, and was replaced by an extremely romantic appearance, with flying eyebrows, nose hanging high, and his figure suddenly raised, turning the red The dress lining is more luxurious.

At the same time, the extremely domineering devilish energy rushed out of him, and ruthlessly ejected that pure energy!

For a moment, the air was eerily silent.

Some disciples saw the appearance of the young emperor of the demon clan, and immediately exclaimed: "This, isn't this from the demon clan?!"

"How could the Young Sovereign of the Demon Race be in our Tianyan Sect, and still be with the Master of Fuzhi Peak..."

"Jianzun must have been deceived! The demons really don't have a good thing!"

No one expected that such an accident would happen. The three of Zhuang Cheng, who knew the inside story, became more flustered after being furious, and the noisy voices became a mess.

"..."

All the voices could not be heard, and his slender figure fell in the dim lights and falling flowers, unexpectedly giving birth to a solitary coolness.

He stared blankly at Yin Lingxi, until the other party turned around, he opened his mouth, but his mind went blank.

Yin Lingxi was in a complicated mood. He didn't expect that the plan would be exposed before it was implemented. He quickly came to his senses, smiled slightly, and said in a very regretful tone, "Master, what a pity."

This voice is exactly the same as last night's...

Fuzhi felt dizzy for a moment, and immediately after that, bursts of severe pain came from the sea of ​​consciousness, and the silver seal on his forehead became extremely unstable, and something was about to come out.

He said with difficulty: "...Last night...was...you?"

Now that it has been exposed, Yin Lingxi naturally has no scruples. He spread his hands, took a step back, and said with a smile: "Yes, Master is really enthusiastic."

Tight this word, he pronounced the word a bit more, ambiguous for no reason, his brows and eyes curved: "Actually, it's not just last night, when I was in East Heshan, the master could eat more than that."

"Yin Lingxi!!" Zhuang Cheng yelled angrily, flew over from the front of the hall, stood in front of his junior brother who was stunned, and said in a cold voice, "If you say one more word today, this suzerain will definitely tear you to pieces Wan Duan!"

I don't know when, the formation surrounded by the nine-party ancient cauldron unexpectedly turned into a siege formation.Hai Shengping's calculations intertwined in the air to form a closed cage.

"East Crane Mountain..."

A very light murmur came into his ears, and Zhuang Cheng froze.

Fuzhi's eyes were faintly red, and his fingers were clenched and white. He muttered to himself, "Donghe Mountain, save Lingxi... I was rescued in a fantasy... Why was it... Donghe Mountain..."

The smile on Yin Lingxi's face faded a bit, and he stretched out his hand subconsciously.

"East Crane Mountain..."

Zhuang Cheng became anxious, and comforted him: "No. Brother, there is no Donghe Mountain, don't think about it, be obedient..."

But Fuzhi staggered back a few steps, suppressed the rapid panting in his throat, his face was frighteningly pale, and the silver streaks between his brows became more and more radiant.

Countless swaying fragments began to appear in his mind

Chains, kisses, turmoil, pain, breakdown.

He struggled with endless desires.

Someone whispered in his ear with lust, "Master Jianzun...call out..."

Fuzhi felt a boundless dull pain in his heart, he saw 'self' in these fragments, he was choking and panting under the devil's body, his pupils were dilated, he moaned, and he watched himself actively begging for love

Dirty to the dust.

"East Crane Mountain..."

Fuzhi's voice was hoarse, he slowly raised his head, his eyes were red, his pupils were empty, a tear quietly slid down the side of his face to his chin.

The silver streaks between the eyebrows were broken into shimmering dots and disappeared.

He said with a blank look, "Yin Lingxi, you lied to me..."

You lied to me……

"From beginning to end..." lied to me.

The second half of the sentence disappeared between the teeth, as light as the breeze blowing past the ears.

Fuzhi twitched the corner of his lips, tasted blood again in his mouth, the pain in his back and spine was clearly unbelievable, he closed his eyes, and forced back the astringency in his eyes.

Hai Shengping was already extremely angry, and the net woven by the operator covered the sky and covered the earth, trapped Yin Lingxi who was in a daze, and the dense spiritual energy pierced into Yin Lingxi's flesh fiercely. This bright red dress After a while, it darkened a color.

The smile on Yin Lingxi's face had completely disappeared, as if he couldn't feel the pain in his body, he just looked at Fuzhi quietly.

In the end, with the demon energy in his hand, he tore off the thread of the sky, and the thin silk thread was strangled into the bone. He just put down his hand indifferently, and stepped forward step by step, the blood on his hand dripped onto the ground.

He stopped in front of Fuzhi, and whispered: "Fuzhi."

This is the first time he called Fuzhi's name seriously, but under such circumstances.

"roll"

Sword Master's eyes sharpened suddenly, and he made a move in the direction of Cangwu Peak with his right hand.

A sharp silver light suddenly fell into his palm.

Fuzhi took a step back, and the tip of Duanchenjian pointed straight at the heart of Yin Lingxi's chest.

A powerful and unparalleled aura swept across this space in the blink of an eye. The person holding the sword was dressed in red, but his eyebrows and eyes were covered with ice, and the oppressive person who was approaching the fusion stage could not breathe.

Fuzhi Jianzun should have been like this in the first place, always indifferent and majestic asking the sword, cultivating immortals, and seeking the way to become immortals.

He looked at Yin Lingxi as if he was looking at a dead object, but the hand holding the sword was terribly tight, and even the tip of the sword trembled slightly.

Yin Lingxi was taken aback for a moment, then bent the corner of his mouth, "Master, you won't really want to kill..."

Whoosh

A sword pierced through the heart.

Tick.

The demon's sticky blood dripped to the ground more and more, staining the petals that fell on the ground red.

Yin Lingxi's pupils suddenly dilated, and Fuzhi's expressionless face was reflected in his eyes.

At this moment, he felt that he had never given this person a love gu.

This is not the look of loving someone.

The cold sword edge pierced his chest until it reached the hilt, and Fuzhi's fingers were dyed bright red, feeling the heartbeat and body temperature of the demons higher than ordinary people.

His cold eyes fell on his hands, and he asked lightly, "Does it hurt?"

I don't know who I'm asking.

Yin Lingxi remained silent, holding Fuzhi's hand behind his back through the hilt of the sword, the scorching blood flowed along the gap between their fingers, but it didn't catch the slightest bit of warmth.

He stared fixedly at Fuzhi, trying to find any trace of hesitation and regret on this deserted face

But no.

Not at all.

...Is this the love planted by Huanqing Gu?

So fake and vulnerable.

Yin Lingxi laughed softly, his chest trembled slightly, and said, "Fortunately..."

He didn't know what he was lucky about.

The still young young emperor raised his head slightly, not knowing if his heart was pierced, he always felt a little out of breath from the pain.

"Are you going to kill me?"

There was no emotion in Fuzhi's eyes, and he pulled out the sword inch by inch. The Duanchen sword was not stained with blood, all the blood slid down to the ground, and the sword was as clean as snow.

Yin Lingxi staggered backwards.

The sword energy was rampant in his body, and the pain in his heart made his face pale.

Everyone on the scene held their breath and held their voices, and they didn't dare to move. The silence was almost dead silent. For a while, only the sound of blood dripping on the ground could be heard.

Sword Master's eyes were extremely indifferent, "I will give you a sword today, another day, I will personally go to the demon clan to take your life, get out."

Yin Lingxi smiled, "Isn't today a good opportunity to kill me, the devil? Master Jianzun is really cold-hearted. You and I have been lingering on Donghe Mountain for nine days, and last night we were lingering until dawn. Now we are still together." What do you do to leave a sympathy?"

Maybe he didn't realize it himself, but there was still a faint hope in his heart, and he even subconsciously called the mother Gu in his body.But the child Gu has been fully ripened, and the mother Gu has been silent, without any response.

"Why?" Sword Master said in a cold tone.

Yin Lingxi looked at him, her thin lips that had been kissed by him opened slightly, and said a word coldly

"dirty."

dirty.

Yin Lingxi paused for a moment, his eyes filled with a layer of gloomy blackness, he paused word by word, "What did you say?"

Fuzhi stood still, but that gesture clearly expressed his meaning, "Get lost."

"very good……"

The dark experience 300 years ago was aroused by the word 'dirty', and Yin Lingxi's eyes were gloomy and terrifying. He suddenly laughed, and the laughter became louder, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

His pair of pitch-black eyes looked at Fuzhi without blinking, and slowly backed away.

Hai Shengping sensed his intention and frowned to stop him, but Zhuang Cheng held him back and shook his head slightly.

Yin Lingxi's figure suddenly turned into a cloud of black mist, rolling towards the sky and the dark night amidst the billowing devilish energy.

"I am waiting for Master Fuzhi Jianzun in the demon clan!"

Until the devil walked away for a long time and escaped from the range of Tianyanzong, the sword master standing with the sword still did not move.

Zhuang Cheng came over, sighed, and was about to say something, but saw Fuzhi's figure swayed, his tense body suddenly softened, the tip of his sword rested on the ground, half kneeling on the ground, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, muffled Cough constantly.

"Cough cough cough...cough..."

"Little Junior Brother!"

Fuzhi was dripping with cold sweat, sliding down his cold white side face, his eye circles were frighteningly red.

"..."

He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

He looked at the pool of blood left from Yin Lingxi's body on the ground, it was black and red and glaring.

How could he be willing to stab him with that sword, but if he didn't strike, how could he escape like this in such an important place as the main peak of Tianyan Sect...

He remembered the look in Yin Ling's eyes before he left... Maybe it was hatred.

But in fact, the word 'dirty', he was referring to himself.

It was him who put himself into the dust.

The pain in his back made him bend down a little bit, the tip of the sword propped on the ground was trembling, his long fingers covered his lips, and bright red blood fell from between his fingers onto the remaining flowers on the ground.

Intermittent choked sobs, full of bewilderment, like a child.

"He lied to me...brother...why did he lie to me..."

From the beginning, he