Our Lady of the Mother will die if she does not escape

Song Lingxing smiled, whenever he thought he settled this person well, he could always bring different surprises.

Zhi Xiuli's head was still in his palm, and he had lost consciousness at the moment, his mouth was wide open, unable to utter a single sound, and the black magic energy in his mouth was absorbed into the tentacles.

The fox king did evil and absorbed the spirit of mortals and monks. Today is not a happy retribution, but Chu Woyun wants to intervene.He picked up a nine-section whip used by a witch next to him, and hit Song Lingxing's arm.

Song Lingxing threw Zhi Xiuli to the tentacles behind him, and with a slight movement of his body, he dodged easily.

The soil slope is small at the top and big at the bottom, almost becoming a towering hill, with a strong wind at the top, and the chill penetrates into the bones.

Song Lingxing temporarily stopped absorbing Zhi Xiuli's cultivation, and looked at Chu Woyun with his eyes, thinking about what to do with him.

"Humans and devils have different paths, you are going against the Dao!"

Song Lingxing raised his arms and said loudly: "There are so many ways, how do you know that this is not the way?"

Chu Woyun clenched his whip tightly: "Please stop, otherwise even I will become a monster who is neither human nor demon."

The man's face was terrifyingly calm: "Don't worry, you have the proof of your own blood on your body. After the curse is activated, it will not affect you."

"What about the others, fellow disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect, senior brothers who protect you everywhere, senior sisters who play with you on weekdays, elders who teach you to love you... They don't want you to do this."

Song Lingxing sneered: "It doesn't make sense to make sense, and it's useless to stir up emotions. My birth is unknown, and I'm a lone star. The most incomprehensible thing is the virtuous fraternity of righteous people."

Fraternity?Chu Woyun only upheld the conscience of normal people outside the book, but in the world of immortals and demons where the jungle preys on the weak, he became a hypocritical fraternity and a ridiculous heart of the Virgin.

But that's his nature, and it never changes.

Song Lingxing said: "You grew up among the embroidered bushes. You don't know the treachery of the demon race, and you don't know the greed of people. When you see injustice, you will be filled with righteous indignation, and you can't help but intervene in it. Your heart is as good as a blank sheet of paper. But have you seen that?" Yes, the little boy in Zongjiao will stone the beggars on the side of the road, and the beggars you rescue will also steal the life-saving money of the sick. The seriously ill will curse the cold family members behind their backs, and the family members are planning to divide up his money Inheritance...you save people with fraternity, but the darkness in those people's hearts is not much less than that of demons."

Chu Woyun stared at him blankly.

"How bad this world is, I understood when I was three or four years old." He said without sadness or joy, "As for the demons, hmph, you know exactly what the demons are, and you have no position to worry about them."

After speaking, the tentacles behind his back trembled, Zhi Xiuli unconsciously twisted his body, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.

Song Lingxing stopped talking to him.Chu Woyun's hands trembled slightly, looking at the dying Fox King, he felt mixed emotions in his heart.

The small bronze cauldron turned into a radiant purple-gold color, flew into the air, and slowly expanded. There was a black vortex in the circular opening, which was the entrance to the secret realm of Qianxu cauldron, the place where Long Xie once suffered.

Qianxu Ding began to absorb the energy gathered from all directions, and the seal was about to move.

Chu Woyun stood quietly on the spot for a while, and said: "I understand what you said, you said that fraternity is not a good word."

"Aren't you giving up yet?"

"You're not right." Chu Woyun said in a deep voice.

"What's wrong?"

"I know!" Chu Woyun said loudly: "For money, the townspeople lost their conscience and ransacked Zhou Yuanwai's house; for power, Yin Tong killed the person who treated him sincerely; It's like that. I know all about it."

"I'm not the naive person in the ivory tower you said, and I'm not foolishly sacrificing myself to save others. I live a hundred years, the misery in the world, and the cruelty of the demons. I'm no less than you. It's just...just... "

The man looked at him numbly.

"...If no one loved the common people... In the past, no one would give you money and warm quilts in winter."

Hearing this, the expression on the man's Tiezu's face changed slightly, and he was a little moved.The smoky shadow in the carriage flashed through my mind more than ten years ago,

"If no one loves the common people, you will die in the mouth of the Eastern Sea Demon Whale during the long journey to Xiaoyaozong."

Eight years ago, there was a violent storm in the sea, and an immortal in Tsing Yi from the Xiaoyao Sect rescued a boat of fishermen in the shipwreck. One of the girls huddled in a corner, her small and pitiful face was covered by a huge bamboo hat.

"If no one loved the common people, you wouldn't be my apprentice of Chu Woyun."

"I am fraternity, and I love the common people. You used to be the common people, but now, you have become the chief culprit that endangers the common people. I will also kill you for the sake of the common people."

Chu Woyun stepped forward and spared no effort to interrupt him.

He was not proficient in using the whip, and it broke when touched by the tentacles. He picked up a mace that was not in his hand on the ground, and the big stick was blown away. Completely exhausted, the borrowed spiritual power floated around his body like pale silver steam, and soon disappeared.

After trying hard, he couldn't touch the opponent at all. Chu Woyun supported his body with the epee, half kneeling on the ground and panting, as if giving up completely.

The man looked into Chu Woyun's melancholy eyes, smiled sadly, and approached: "I believe, you have indeed seen those. Now I want to ask Master, if you can realize the three wishes, what will you promise?"

Chu Woyun bit his lips tightly.

"Three wishes, anything can be achieved, difficult, absurd, and unreasonable."

Chu Woyun pursed his lips and looked at him puzzled.

"I will go back to ten years ago and kill all the human race who bullied me and humiliated me."

"Go back to thousands of years ago, stop the ignorant ancestors, set off a war between humans and demons, and blood stain the rivers and mountains of the two realms."

"The third wish," he turned his back, "I will let the only person in this world who cares about me stay by my side forever."

Chu Woyun slanted his lips and sneered.

The blood-red sky pressed down, and there was a strong aroma at the tip of the nose.

"It's your turn, tell me, what is your wish?"

"It's easy to say." Chu Woyun spat out the blood that had been suffocated for a long time in his throat, and stood up holding the epee, "There is no wish that can be fulfilled by talking about it. The wish is to be done step by step, to endure hardship, to go Only by suffering.”

"You have run out of strength."

"Yes, I have no strength."

His spiritual power was like water without a source, and was on the verge of exhaustion. Song Lingxing could see it at a glance, but he still stepped forward step by step. He couldn't hold the heavy sword. Yan man.

Song Lingxing waited patiently. Time was running out, but he always had patience beyond the bottom line for this person in front of him.He wants to see what else his master can do, and what surprises he doesn't know.

Chu Woyun shook off his thin arms and slashed him a few times with brute force. The opponent stood up and let him chop, occasionally defending his vitals with tentacles, which were more flexible than a snake's tail and harder than an iron plate.When he was so tired that he was about to collapse, one hand gently dragged his thin back.

Chu Woyun's eyes suddenly flickered with vigorous light, and spiritual power surged into the blade, and the blade turned around, striking hard!

A bloody arrow flew into the air.

Song Lingxing gasped slightly, and the man who was originally at ease suddenly lost all control of the scene.

A certain fox king held by the tentacles, his face was covered with blood, and a big gash was opened from the center of the bridge of the nose.The wide-open red eyes instantly returned to pale golden vertical pupils, and he was stunned. After waking up, he covered his bloody face and yelled frantically.

"I, my face, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Who dares to destroy my face! I want to make him a human pig!!!"

Song Lingxing pushed Chu Woyun away and concentrated on controlling the fox king on the tentacles.Zhi Xiuli was originally half-dead, but the disfigurement stimulated him so much, it actually made him wake up from his stupor, and then fell into a complete collapse.

Touching the Huokou and the withered skin on his face, Zhixiu Li went mad with anger, and there was a shadow of a beautiful man in his eyes, and this man was grabbing himself. At this moment, he only had one thought in his mind: "Yes!" You did it! I tore your face off!"

Although most of his cultivation had been sucked away, he was still a powerful man in the Dark Transformation Stage. Struggling desperately, he broke free from the shackles of the tentacles and attacked the man in purple.

Chu Woyun was shocked by his madness, he must not let him know that I did it.

Song Lingxing scolded: "Damn fox, I really cherish your face!"

"Ah! My face! Die, I want to fuck/your mother! Kill your whole family! Dig your ancestral grave!"

Song Lingxing sneered and said, "Dig it, it's here, there's nothing left anyway."

"What's this! What's this! Don't touch me if it's so sticky! It's so disgusting that I want to vomit! Wow! Tear you up! Tear you up!"

After falling into madness, Zhi Xiuli might have denied his six emotions, and he didn't even know who Song Lingxing was or who the Bloodletting Immortal Witch was.His anger was like a volcanic eruption, and with an old punch, Song Lingxing's protective energy was broken, and he hit him hard on the cheek. His face, which was so beautiful that it was so beautiful, was swollen high.

One part of the protective qi on the chest was also cut off.

The blood-red sky darkened for a while, and the Qianxu tripod trembled and hummed, falling from a high altitude.

The man frowned his picturesque straight eyebrows, relying on the repairing power against the sky to restore his face instantly, and began to confront the enemy seriously, but the attack inspired by the opponent's full of resentment could not last long, Song Lingxing returned to a state of ease, and hit Zhi Xiuli's back heavily. Shoot, shoot him out of this slope.

At this moment, the height of the earth slope was over a hundred feet, and the fox king in red was like a beautiful butterfly, falling into the abyss with his face covered in blood.

Song Lingxing dragged the falling Qianxu tripod, and at this moment, stabbed a sharp weapon obliquely, aiming at his heart.

Both of them heard a cruel "stab".

The broken mist only pierced the purple gauze on his body.

At the extreme distance from the man, Chu Woyun closed his eyes in despair.

The zhenqi gap in Song Lingxing's chest has not yet recovered. Just now, Chu Woyun poured spiritual power into the broken mist, and the broken tip was extremely sharp, piercing out like a thunderbolt.

As a result, there was no trace of blood, just how hardened his apprentice's body was.

Afterwards, Chu Woyun was bounced away heavily by the repulsive force of the body's true energy.

He rolled into the mud and got up clutching his dizzy head. Not far away, the man's eyes were bloodshot, and he was stroking his heart, as if it really hurt there.

"Are you really going to kill me?" He said in a deep voice.

Obviously he is the bad guy, but he speaks as if he is the one who was let down and hurt.

It turned out that the most soft-hearted and gentle person in the past could be so determined to kill another person.

"You didn't force me." Chu Woyun gritted his teeth and stood up.

A figure flashed past, and Song Lingxing came to him, Chu Woyun's vision went dark, and a pale and thin hand pinched the position of his orbital bone, crushing his head with such strength.This was the first time that Song Lingxing showed a real and cruel killing intent towards him.

Song Lingxing held him in one hand, lowered his head slightly, looked at the palm of the other hand, the two broken, glowing tobacco rods, and said with a sneer, "So that's how it is."

Outside the barrier, Jiang Jue, who was meditating, suddenly stood up. He had been transmitting spiritual power to Chu Woyun from the air, but suddenly, the connection of the terminal was broken.

Chu Woyun thought something was wrong, when did the broken mist fall into his hands, this time he really pulled out the plug and cut off the energy source, and it was a waste of firewood.

The man lifted his head, with five sharp fingers embedded in his temples, breathing was extravagant, if this continued, his head would burst.But soon, his toes touched the ground again, the pressure on his face was released, and he fell to the ground on his back.

Chu Woyun wanted to stand up, but his vision turned gray due to the pressure on his brain. When he was dizzy and dazed, he saw Song Lingxing smiling at him in a good mood, which seemed to be an illusion.

His once favorite apprentice wrote like a knife: "Look, because you made a mistake, how will the person you cherish so much be punished."

Behind the man, a dozen tentacles began to split, grow, and become huge.Lumps of various shapes formed on the milky white tentacles.Covered with a layer of unknown liquid.The lump separated from the tentacles, and after falling to the ground, it became a person with two feet and two hands, wearing familiar clothes!

The strong smell of human flesh and rotting corpses covered up the strange fragrance of the blood-dieding fairy and witch clan, filling the inside of the barrier.The ones that split from the tentacles were the corpses of Xiaoyaozong and other sect monks that Song Lingxing had shown him a few days ago.

With a hook of Song Lingxing's fingers, a broken pipa floated from the ground. With a swipe of his fingertips, the strings all snapped after a cracking sound.

Controlled by the sound of the pipa, hundreds of corpses surrounded the floating Qianxu tripod, pouring all their spiritual power into the tripod.

Song Lingxing couldn't control Zhi Xiuli, so he asked them to make up for what was missing after Zhi Xiuli left.They are already dead, and they still need to be sucked to cultivate, and there is no way to leave a complete body.

Among the corpses, there was also a young girl whose figure was still as tall and straight as a pine tree.Daozheng died, how sad the head brother must be.Chu Woyun's heart ached so much that he couldn't control it, but the next moment, the cry of "huh, huh, huh" sounded, and his heart instantly rose to his throat.

The baby in the man's hand blinks its dim eyes, as if it has just woken up, its thin face, its eyebrows can't even be wrinkled, it's naked/naked, without a cloth towel wrapped around it, shivering from the cold, and moaning weakly , While humming, I was so hungry that I sucked my fingers, and my two thumbs were flushed.

Holding such a small child, he floated upwards and stopped on the Qianxu tripod.

It was like an absurd ceremony. What the priest held was not a live baby, but an animal sacrifice. A circle of silent believers around them worshiped the center, transmitting strange energy.

Song Lingxing held Poai in his hand, pointed the tip at the baby, and slowly lifted it up.

"What do you want to do!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the numb executioner pierced half of the sharp pole into the baby's heart, and thick heart blood slid down the tube.

Such a small child, blood gushed out and flowed into the huge, cold cauldron.

Feeling the pain, Chu Muyang's face turned pale, his expression was blank, his short legs trembled twice, and he burst into tears.Didn't cry twice, the blood dried up, didn't move, and the little limbs hung down.His head was still crooked after being squeezed, and Chu Woyun hadn't given him a good night's sleep.

Everything happened so fast, Chu Woyun forgot to move for a while, and when he rushed up, he was shaken three feet away by the stellar energy of the artifact. He stood up and fell down, only to find that his leg bone was broken, so he could only sit outside and scream Screaming, with a hoarse voice, he clenched his fists tightly, his nails embedded in his palms, his palms were blood red, and he wished he could replace him with himself.

The man admired the strong regret on his face and showed a distorted smile.As soon as he let go, the little baby was thrown into the tripod like garbage.