Dragon King relies on green tea

The more painful the wound on the chest, the clearer those memories become.

It turned out that when the pain was extreme, I couldn't feel where I was in pain, I just felt that my whole body was in pain.

At the moment when his sharp claws pierced through Liu Shuang's chest, Zi Sang Yanshu paused for a moment, and at that moment, Liu Shuang held his hand tightly, making him unable to break free for a while.

Liu Shuang grabbed his wrist with great effort, and smiled wryly: "I...I, why am I so stupid, no matter, past life, this life...it was me, if, I told you earlier, I, love you, now, No, I'm sorry..."

Zi Sang Yanshu's eyes were still scarlet, and after a moment of hesitation, he began to struggle. Liu Shuang activated the spiritual power belonging to the sacred tree and clasped his wrist, making him unable to break free.

But Zisang Yanshu's other sharp claw also pierced Liu Shuangbiao's right shoulder immediately.

The pain all over his body made Liu Shuangbai almost unable to move, and he could feel the passing of his own life.

He was covered in blood, with blood in his mouth, and he forcefully pulled out a gentle and desolate smile.

The temperature gradually passed away from her body, Liu Shuang endured the pain, stretched out her hands with difficulty, and held Zisang Yanshu's cold face: "Ayan... I can see you again, see you, grow up, and have grown up. , enough, wake up, wake up..."

He knew that he couldn't live anymore, the sharp claws had hurt his veins, the vitality in his body was draining rapidly, and even the pain was numb.

He bit his tongue, stuck the blood on Zisang Yanshu's cold lips, and forcefully fed his blood into Zisang Yanshu's mouth.

His blood can disperse evil energy, and also awaken Zisang Yanshu's consciousness.

When the blood of the sacred tree entered Zisang Yanshu's body, he heard it, and heard the wailing sound of the demon spirit in Zisang Yanshu's body.

The two-phase battle between the demon spirit in the body and his own consciousness, Zi Sang Yanshu struggled directly, and the sharp claws in his hands were used again, and under the burst of spiritual power in the body, everything around him was shaken to pieces.

The Dragon Tears Stone kept shining black and red, covering a barrier in front of Liu Shuangbiao to protect its master, but in the end it was of no avail.

Under the manic and domineering spiritual power, the Dragon Tears Stone was shattered, and Liu Shuang's body was also torn apart by this spiritual power and sharp claws, and exploded into several pieces.

Blood was sprinkled on Zisang Yanshu's body, and the scarlet eyes regained a moment of calm at that moment. In just that moment, Zisang Yanshu seemed to hear someone calling him.

"Words...books..."

It was just that moment, and soon nothing could be heard, only silence and darkness remained.

When Zisang Yanshu woke up, his whole body was in pain, like being torn apart, every inch of his body, not an inch of skin, and every inch of bone ached.

It hurts, it hurts, and there is no other feeling except pain.

The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that there was no sound or breath of the living, only the strong smell of blood and countless bones beside him.

All the bones were piled up together, piled up into a mountain, and it was impossible to tell which monster's body it was. Some of the corpses were broken into pieces, and some were burned to ashes. In short, no corpse could be complete.

"Yan Shu... wake up..."

In a daze, he seemed to hear Liu Shuangbiao's voice, but this place was obviously within his barrier.

"wrong!"

He vaguely recalled that he saw Liu Shuangbiao last night, and also seemed to hear his voice.

"Autumn leaves..."

He stood up in a panic, removed the barrier, got up from the ground, stumbled and wanted to walk in the direction of the wooden house.

As soon as he stood up, he saw fragments of broken red jade on the ground, which were fragments of Dragon Tears Stone.

The Dragon Tears Stone is shattered...

His hands were covered with dark red clots, and his mouth still had a strong smell of blood.

It wasn't a dream, but there was no wound in the severe pain on his body, and it wasn't accidental, it was because the Dragon's Tears Stone was broken, and his master died, and he died by his own hands.

Among the incomplete fragments on the ground, he saw a folding fan, stained with blood, and he could vaguely see the word "Autumn Leaf", which was the folding fan that Liu Shuangzheng carried with him.

The mighty Dragon King of the South China Sea fell to the bloody ground as if all his strength had been drained at that moment.

There was no expression on his face, but the tears fell uncontrollably like beads with broken strings.

There were bursts of thunder in the sky, and the rain washed down on the ground without warning. It was clear that the sky was bright and white, but in an instant, dark clouds overwhelmed the sun and the scorching sun, and the day was like night.

Hua Liao is cunning and cunning, Feng Wei chased her all the way but failed to catch up with her, and was always held back by the monster Hua Liao found.

When Fengwei arrived, she only saw Hua Liao's body lying outside the wooden house, and the entire mountain was covered by the barrier of Zi Sang Yanshu. She saw the White Dragon Sword outside the barrier, but she couldn't see it. Zi Sang Yan Shu and Liu Shuang.

She waited outside the barrier for three days, and stayed close to her for three whole days. After the barrier dissipated, she immediately went in to find Zisang Yanshu.

Inside the barrier, she only saw Zi Sang Yanshu, who had lost his soul in the rain, and a pile of corpses.

When she saw the shattered Dragon's Tears Stone, her reaction was as shocked as Zisang Yanshu's. Even without words, she could still imagine how bloody and tragic things happened in the enchantment last night.

Zi Sang Yanshu raised his hand numbly, and the rainwater washed down his flawless white hands and dripped on his hands, mixed with the coagulated blood, turning from clear to bright red.

His face, body, hands, and clothes were all covered with blood, so much that the rain couldn't wash it away.

There were all kinds of monsters in the rain, and the one he was most familiar with, the smell of Liu Shuangbiao.

It was he who killed Liu Shuangbiao, and killed him with his own hands.

It was these hands that cut open his heart coldly and tore his body apart.

He has killed too many demons, too many people, too many gods and immortals, and he has had countless blood stains on his hands, but he has never been as panicked as he is now.

"Autumn leaves...Autumn leaves..."

Choking with sobs, Zisang Yanshu carefully picked up the shattered Dragon's Tears Stone, wrapped it in a handkerchief and put it in his arms, then rummaged through the mountain of corpses one by one.

"Zisang! Don't look for it, they are all broken bodies, you can't find a complete body at all."

His state is already close to that of a madman, and he doesn't need any external force at all. He can consume himself to death here.

What monsters are best at is to seduce and then control the body through the weakest part of the human heart, and the state of Zisang Yanshu is the best nourishment for monsters in the body.

The devilish energy in him that was finally suppressed by Liu Shuangbiao's blood is now recovering rapidly, because Zisang Yanshu's current despair and self-blame are its best nourishment.

However, Zi Sang Yanshu seemed to be unable to hear Feng Wei's words, and he still went through the corpses one by one, but the corpses had already started to rot, like muddy meat, and there was no difference at all.

"Zi Sang, don't look for it, don't look for it!"

Feng Wei grabbed his wrist and pulled him up from the ground, shouting loudly: "So what if you find him? He's already dead, even if you find him, you won't be able to come back to life. You have to be sober, you Not being sober will only give the demons an opportunity to take advantage of, and the god king took his own life to make you sober, so you want to pay yourself back again, right?"

"Yes, dead, already dead..."

Zisang Yanshu shook off Feng Wei's hand abruptly, and laughed desolately in the rain like crazy.

"Dead, the second time, I still die in my hands, am I just a joke? It took 3000 years to find the remnant soul in every enchantment, and planted branches of the sacred tree in the three realms, so that the world and the world can live together." Immortal worship is to bring him back to life, but in the end, he still died in my hands."

"I kept saying, in this life, in this life, I will protect him, and I will not allow anyone to insult and hurt him, but in the end it was me who hurt him, and he died to make me sober...Feng Wei, do you think that too? I am ridiculous, the biggest joke in the Three Realms!"

Just as Feng Wei wanted to open her mouth, Zi Sang Yanshu scolded her severely: "Don't let me calm down again, I can't calm down, and I don't want to calm down! I'm just crazy, and everyone in the three realms doesn't know that my Zi Sang Yanshu is a lunatic. , so what if I’m crazy? How long have I been crazy? I’ve been crazy for 3 years in the Dragon Burial Land, and I’ve been crazy for another 3000 years when I came out, so what if I continue to be crazy? What can I do!”

Feng Wei was stunned by the yelling, raised her hand to wipe her face, she didn't know whether it was rain or tears, and said indifferently: "No, don't you want to look for it? I'll look for it with you, if you can't find it, I won't Go back to Pill Cave Mountain!"

All over the mountains and plains are the torn bodies of all kinds of monsters. No one knows what kind of fight that night in the enchantment was like.

The blood even soaked into the scorched earth under his feet. Under the rain and soaking, the air was filled with the smell of carrion and blood.

It's not easy to find the dismembered corpse that has been divided into several pieces, and it is not even sure whether it has been smashed into a puddle of blood and flesh under such powerful spiritual power.

The two found night and day in the mountains, but in the end they only found a right arm and half of the head.

Only half of the face was left, and the other half had been crushed to pieces.

That arm is the right hand, touching the cold and stiff fingertips, you can still feel a thick layer of cocoons, which are the pen cocoons left by Liu Shuangzheng's writing and painting all the year round.

They searched for all the remaining body parts, and couldn't find any more.

Zi Sang Yanshu was holding the half of the head and the remaining arm, sitting in a state of despair in the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

"I couldn't even find his body in the end..."

"Zisang..." Feng Wei choked with sobs, at this moment she didn't know how to comfort Zisang Yanshu, even she couldn't look directly at Zisang's broken body.

What's more, Zi Sang Yanshu himself, that was the only belief he supported in the place where the dragon was buried, and he was the one who had persisted for more than 3000 years before he got a glimmer of life.

But it disappeared again in his hands, so that even a complete body could not be found.

She was urging Zisang Yanshu to calm down, but she knew very well that if it was her, she would not be able to calm down at all, maybe she would not even be able to wake up.

Only those who are in it will know how painful it is to have a knife go out in the heart.

"Autumn leaves, let's go home..."

Holding half of his head, one arm and a bloody folding fan, he walked towards the wooden house.

A raging fire ignited behind him, and the faint blue flame burned a mountain top and burned all the corpses.

Feng Wei followed behind not too close or far away, afraid that if he couldn't think about it for a while, he would start killing people in the world, or kill Shendu again.

But when he got to the wooden house, he suddenly found that the body of Liao Hua had disappeared.