cold moon

"Heavenly Tribulation?"

Before Fang Ziyu came back to his senses, his body trembled uncontrollably, even his voice trembled.

Lin Xuan glanced at him and helped him up.

"Yes, his opportunity to transform into a dragon from a jiaojiao is also a calamity. If he can pass this test, he will be a dragon soaring in the nine heavens from now on. If he can't pass..."

Lin Xuan sighed softly, and pulled Fang Ziyu into the house.

Originally, I really wanted to let Shenxuan go, at most compromising his 2000 years of cultivation, but I never thought that Shenxuan's catastrophe would fall at this time.Shenxuan, if you want to blame, blame your life and me!

Fang Ziyu let Lin Xuan drag her into the room, and watched him grind the black horn into powder and mix it in a small purple sand pot.

"what do you……"

The question that has not been asked for a long time is eager to get an answer today. Linxuan looked at Fang Ziyu and summoned the real fire of samadhi.

"I am a dragon, Bailong Linxuan, Ziyu."

dragon……

Fang Ziyu's pupils shrank, and what instantly came to mind were the hideous statues he saw in temples when he was a child. Looking at his eyes again, Fang Ziyu couldn't help stretching out his hand.

"I have nothing……"

"Just you are enough."

Linxuan understood the meaning of the nonsensical words.

"I have plenty of time, and I will try my best to give you time. What I need is a complete you."

Love, hate, anger, everything is lacking.

Looking at Linxuan in front of him, looking at the small jar he handed to him, there was not much black powder like quicksand, but it was so hard to swallow.

Eat it, and you will be reborn.

If you eat it, you will gain strength.

What a beautiful temptation!

However, in places that his own eyes can't see, there is thick blood...

Even so, I still...

Fang Ziyu reached out to take the small purple sand pot in Lin Xuan's hand, gently lifted it, and put it to his mouth.

The black powder melted in the mouth, with an indescribable touch and warmth, melting into the body bit by bit, Fang Ziyu felt his body and mind floated up, and what he stepped on was no longer the ground, but soft clouds.

Before falling down, Fang Ziyu saw Linxuan hugging her.

I have no past, will there be a future?

After the accident, Fang Ziyu never liked the moment when he woke up from his lethargy, it reminded him too much, the uncontrollable pain and unwillingness made him lose himself.

I don't care about anything, only one is persistent.

Slowly opening his eyes, Fang Ziyu looked at Lin Xuan who was right in front of his eyes, and looked at himself reflected in the other's eyes.

The face has not changed, but everything is not as good as before.

"Now, can I leave and go find them?"

"of course."

Linxuan helped Fang Ziyu up, wearing a brand new white long gown, shiny and extraordinary.

"me and you together."

Fang Ziyu took the clothes and prepared to change.

"Wash first."

Linxuan pointed to the corner of the room, and the hot water had already been prepared.

Lin Xuan got up to go out, Fang Ziyu sat on the edge of the bed for a while, then got up to take a shower and change clothes.

After walking out the door, Fang Ziyu saw Linxuan standing on the cliff, turned around and stretched out his hand.

"Let's go!"

Fang Ziyu looked down at his hand, which was covered with blood in a haze.

Can not go back!

I can't go back anymore, to the point where I am now...

Fang Ziyu clenched his right hand tightly until red oozes between his fingers, his eyes darkened, he approached Linxuan, put his left hand on the opponent's hand, and clenched it tightly.

The white dragon flew up from the cliff of Yulang Mountain and headed towards the east.

Fang Ziyu half-folded on the dragon's head, grasping the dragon's horn with one hand and the dragon's mane with the other, as the wind whizzed by, the scenery in front of him kept receding.

The bright blue was getting farther and farther away, and the dull, curse-like black cloud gradually approached Fang Ziyu, making him tremble all over.

His body trembled uncontrollably, whether it was fear or excitement, he couldn't tell.

Arrived.

Arrived.

Getting closer and closer.

The place that was once desperately left, the net torn with the blood of the family, opened again, opened, opened!

A murmur came from nowhere, like a whisper, Fang Ziyu heard countless voices chanting together.

Linxuan also landed towards the ground at this time, it seemed to say something, Fang Ziyu didn't hear anything.

He only felt that he was falling towards the ground. The ground densely packed with countless houses was stained red with blood. A man in white stood in the huge blood formation with his long hair flying.

He's back, he's back, he's back, he's back...

The buzzing sound continued, and Fang Ziyu felt a sharp pain in his head. He could see the man in white slowly raising his head, and his heart convulsed.

Do not--

Do not--

Don't look up!do not look!

What are you... refusing?

Fang Ziyu's whole body stiffened as if it was a lover's intimate whisper close to his ear, not to mention twisting his neck, he couldn't even blink his eyes.

Surrounded by blood, the man in white finally raised his head. Under the cover of messy hair, the smiling face with bright red blood and tears—it was Fang Ziyu's own face!

You are back... Pojun!

You have come to destroy this country!

You cursed star who shouldn't exist...

Fang Ziyu stared blankly at the blood-covered self while smiling, and stretched out his hand from the sticky and unacceptable scarlet liquid all over his body, slowly, slowly trying to touch himself.

You can't escape, you can't escape!

You have stained your family with blood, you have sinned all over your body, you are a natural disaster star, an unnecessary existence, an existence that must be eliminated, an existence that even yourself must abandon yourself...

shut up!shut up!

Fang Ziyu's eyes widened in a daze. He could no longer breathe, and his chest was in pain like an explosion.

You are already dead!

You are already dead!

You are already dead!

Fang Ziyu, who was covered in blood, laughed silently. The flesh on his face, hands, and body kept falling off as he moved slowly, revealing the white bones.

The moment the sharp finger bones of the man in white who had turned into a half-skeleton touched Fang Ziyu, Linxuan suddenly appeared and reached out to gently cover Fang Ziyu's eyes.

"It's fake, it's all an illusion, you are here, you are by my side."

Linxuan hugged Fang Ziyu in his arms, turned his head to stare at the half-skeleton, opened his mouth and howled, the howling sound was much lower than what ordinary people are used to, and it spread far away, startling countless beasts.

On the immortal platform in Xiyuan of the imperial city, the national teacher vomited blood and fell to the ground hard. His gray beard was covered with blood, which made him very embarrassed.

"Master National Teacher!"

The attendants rushed out from the huge talisman array and hurriedly helped the old master up.

"My lord, what exactly..."

"Pojun... is back..."

The old master coughed violently and his whole body trembled violently.

He's back, he's back!

With a strange breath, and that terrible helper!

There was a muffled thunder in the gray sky, which made those who heard it startled.

Since when has the sky above the capital been covered by this weird cloud?With the passage of time, the clouds have gradually blocked the sun, making people feel a sense of fear of being peeped and coveted.

"My lord! Is this cloud related to Po Jun?"

The young curse master raised his childish face, his eyes full of justice and persistence.

"It is said that there must be a catastrophe when Pojun is alive. If this is true, this disciple is willing to sacrifice his life for the people! Kill Pojun!"

Just as the old master was about to speak, there was a muffled thunder in the clouds, which made him jump up uncontrollably.

"Hurry up! Help me leave first!"

Terrible, terrible!Very scary!

When the old master was helped to leave the altar, his eyes glanced back in panic.

Only he can see it in this country, and he is the only one who is closest to it now in this country. In that gray-black cloud, there is a strange beast!

He thought he was lucky to be able to take over the position of national teacher at the age of 40.

But now he knows that he is also one of the huge number of sacrifices.

In order to continue the dynasty, the monarchs of this country have already gone crazy!

Constantly killing spiritual beasts, using their flesh and blood spirits to calm the hostility accumulated over the years, the deep unwillingness and anger finally created such a monster, which may turn back the entire country at any time.

The monster is jumping for joy, constantly jumping for joy with the activities of the broken army indicated by the prophecy.

The country is going to perish!

The old national teacher lay down on the bed made of the top brocade, only felt that he was lying on a gorgeous and cold coffin, and couldn't help crying.

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