Heavenly practice

If Ning Feiyue and others hadn't stopped Long Xiang from waking up, Xiao Wuya would have almost kicked him to death.

Xue Junmi watched the crowd yelling, raised his eyes to look around the empty Zhentianmen, and seemed to see it turned into ruins in a trance, feeling empty and helpless.

"Brother Xue, what's wrong with you?"

"fine."

"Junior Brother Longxiang finally woke up."

"Ah."

Xue Junmi looked at Long Xiang in the crowd, and saw his cold and dead eyes without any surprise.

He turned away from the crowd and headed towards Huangzi Pavilion, Elder Mingxin with loose long hair sat on the steps and watched him coming boredly.

Xue Junmi stopped in front of him, cupped his hands and said, "Elder."

"Are you awake?" Ming Xin asked.

"woke up."

Xue Junmi paused and said, "Thank you, elder."

"Thank me?"

Ming Xin sneered, looking at the person in front of him with a trace of sadness, "Do you regret it?"

Xue Junmi lowered his eyes, "If Long Xiang is dead, Zhentianmen will not be able to survive."

"The so-called son of heaven, his destiny is similar to that of the evil star. He has no worries when he is young, bereaves his relatives when he is young, and has experienced the pain of life and death. He is destined to experience ups and downs in his life."

Ming Xin lowered his head and sighed, "He is still young, how do you know that Zhentian Gate is not his stepping stone or funeral object."

"Shen Zhuo..."

"I still have something to do, let's go, I sent someone to give you Jiuxuezhi, remember to take it every day, otherwise..."

Ming Xin interrupted him with a wave of his hand, got up and walked into the cabinet.

Xue Junmi stood there for a long time without moving. When he turned around, there was a sharp pain in his chest. His face turned pale instantly, and his tightly pursed lips were bloodshot.

His throat moved, he took a breath and continued to walk forward.

Elder Mingxin in Huangzi Pavilion behind him took the first step into the door and closed the door, looking calmly at the person in front of him, "Your Excellency is here, what can I do?"

The folding fan knocked on the palm of his hand, and a handsome man with a smile came out from the dark, "What did he do?"

Ming Xin's eyes moved, "Ten years of life."

The smile on the man's face deepened, but his eyes were cold. He looked at the old man in front of him and curled his mouth.

Mingxin's back turned cold, and her fingertips moved slightly. The whole gray and yellow pavilion was filled with light in an instant. go.

The moment the door was pushed open, an invisible sword energy silently penetrated his heart.

The blood stained Zhentianmen's robe, Ming Xin looked down in a daze, only seeing red everywhere.

At that moment, many scenes of the past hundreds of years flashed through his mind, and finally he looked up at the Zhentian Gate in front of him.

The mountain-protecting town he had just researched yesterday shattered like that, and countless monks rushed in.

He opened his mouth weakly, but he couldn't say anything, and the light in his eyes dimmed like that.

He knew that Tiantian Gate was about to end.

In fact, he knew it from the moment he heard the news of Shen Zhuo's death. In this vast Central Continent, the way of heaven is boundless, who can really go to the end of the immortal journey?

All turned into bones.

Qin Huang pushed him away lightly, let the body fall to the ground, then looked up at the direction of Zhentianmen Mountain Gate, listening to those human sects encircling Qinyang Mountain.

On the seventh day, he stood at the highest point of the Huangzi Pavilion on the top of Qinyang Mountain, watching indifferently that the entire Zhentianmen turned into a sea of ​​blood, and all the disciples were killed and injured, watching Xiao Wuya behead the three great masters with one sword. Cultivator Ying, looking at the light of expectation and dependence in Xue Junmi's eyes, the folding fan in his palm turned into an invisible sword.

Holding the sword, he walked out of Huangzi Pavilion step by step, walked in front of everyone, and stabbed it into Xiao Wuya's heart in front of Xue Junmi.

The moment Xiao Wuya died, Qin Huang calmly looked up at Xue Junmi who was not far away, and under his terrified gaze, he raised his hand and nailed Xiao Wuya's body to the main hall of Zhentianmen.

"what--"

He heard Xue Junmi's cry of collapse, as if he had lost everything.

He saw a scene he had never seen before, the boy was crying heartbreakingly in front of him.

He was dazed for a moment, so that when the sword came, he took a step too late, and his shoulder was cut.

But it was just a shoulder. He had suffered an injury thousands of times more painful than this, but at that moment when he stood in a sea of ​​blood and looked at the painful young man, he felt as if he had lost something important.

The young man almost forgot the sword skills he had learned over the past ten years, and only slashed at him desperately. He restrained him effortlessly, and even broke the opponent's matching sword with only one hand.

The natal magic weapon was destroyed, and the young man vomited blood, which stained the white robe on his chest red. Against the pair of red eyes full of hatred and murderous intent, it was particularly shocking.

"In the future, I will give you a better sword."

He raised his hand to wipe away the glaring blood from the other party's mouth, and said indifferently, "Since I gave your life, I won't allow you to ruin it, let alone for those ants. Let me hold it."

"..."

"If I let you live, you will live; if I let you die, you will die."

"I'm going to kill—"

Qin Huang fainted the young man before he could say the words full of hatred. When he hugged him in his arms, he realized that his hands were shaking slightly.

It's ridiculous, he hasn't been afraid for so many years, and today he felt guilty after killing two people. It's really been a long time since he did anything, even the sword is blunt.

He turned around with the man in his arms, and saw the young man who had climbed up from the sea of ​​blood wrapped in crimson phoenix flames, looking at him fiercely with those eyes.

"He will never forgive you. For the rest of your life, you and Chang Ming will live in regret, and you can't ask for it! This is your retribution!"

"..."

As if he had never heard of it, he carried the person in his arms and turned into a stream of light and flew into the air, leaving the screams of pain behind him far behind.

What did all this matter to him?He is such a person, what he has gained, lost, past, future, fate is impermanent, who knows when he will die quietly, and the most reassuring thing is to hold what he wants in the end.

What you can't get is that even if you die, you have to be in your palm, this is life.

The sound of the wind whizzed past his side, his robe was lifted up, and Liu Yun was also left behind.

He looked down at the young man in his arms, his eyes were picturesque, clear and handsome, and he frowned even in his dream, as if he was going through something painful, trapped in a deep nightmare and could not escape.

He lowered his head and kissed the young man's hair, eyebrows, nose bridge, and corners of his lips, reluctant to let go of every inch of skin, wanting to rub this man into his body.

From now on, you will only see me in your eyes, you will only have me by your side, and you should only remember me in your life.

Whether it's hate or resentment, I can't see you living for others.

Even if you die, you can only die in my hands.

All of this has long been doomed, it is your fate, and it is also my fate, no one can escape.