Grass and Trees of the Master of Demon Dao

A Jing's soul was crushed by Xue Yang with a talisman, and Wei Wuxian immediately threw out the spirit lock bag to absorb A Jing's remnant soul.

Taking this opportunity, Xue Yang threw himself at Lan Wangji regardless of the seriousness of his injuries, and roared, "Give it to me!"

Only attack but not defend.

Bichen blocked Jiang disaster's attack, and slashed down fiercely with the blue light, cutting off one of his arms.

Blood gushed out, and there was a fog of blood around him. Xue Yang didn't even groan, the pain from his severed arm spread all over his limbs. Although he didn't make a sound, the blood loss made him pale suddenly force.

He seemed to think that he could continue to hold the sword. He wanted to hide himself in the demon mist again, but he took two steps back, but fell to his knees uncontrollably, and coughed out a mouthful of blood. The corners of his lips were bleeding, but his expression was still fierce.

He couldn't lift the sword anymore, a chill came from his knees, and his eyes were dimmed one after another. He was covered with wounds, blood soaked his robe, and the blood smell was strong around him. He tried his best and said hoarsely, " Pay me back!"

His priest!His spirit lock bag!

When he was about to die, his eyes were still on the spirit lock bag.

Lan Wangji's Bichen was wrapped in blue light, and he was about to cut off his head in the next second, but he didn't pay attention at all. Suddenly, a soaring blue light appeared in the white mist. Xue Yang was slightly taken aback, and immediately Laughing loudly, at the last moment when his figure was about to disappear, he said with a sinister smile, "Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian, there will be a period later, wait!"

The blue light flashed away, and Xue Yang immediately sank into the darkness.

He knew whose handwriting it was, and even more what the other party's purpose was, but he lost too much blood and couldn't hold it anymore.

"Taoist, don't forget about me. Let's wait and see." That year at Jinlin Terrace, he walked past the white-clothed Taoist with a smile on his face, seeming to be affectionate.

The scene changed, and he was standing in front of a black-clothed Taoist holding a sword. The body of the disaster-reducing sword was stained with blood, dripping down the tip of the sword and falling to the ground. The blood flowed into a river under his feet. Song Lan knelt in front of him, in pain. Covering his eyes, there was blood overflowing between his fingers. In the Taoist temple, there were many dead and wounded. Except for the two of them, there was not even a person who could breathe in the entire Taoist temple.

Xue Yang laughed presumptuously, and sarcastically said, "Daoist Song, you can afford such a great gift! Hahahahahaha! What are you saying about eliminating demons and defending Taoism? I'm dying of laughter!"

He suddenly stopped laughing wildly, lifted the hem of his clothes, squatted down, looked at Song Lan's face covered with blood and tears, and said with a smile, "Daoist Song, what kind of demon are you getting rid of? Whose way are you defending? "

"Ah!" Song Lan almost collapsed and shouted hoarsely. The neat clothes were already dirty and covered with blood, but it was not easy to see because it was black.

The more Song Lan collapsed, Xue Yang's smile became more savage and ferocious, as if he was a fierce ghost crawling out of hell, which sent chills down the spine.

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"Little brat, are you going to kill me?" He looked at the person in front of him with a smile, and immediately a hint of ferocity appeared for no reason.

"Chengmei, just listen to my explanation..." Jin Guangyao smiled gently, and when the jingle piano sounded, Xue Yang suddenly felt that his spiritual power was fading. He was suddenly frightened and angry. Then, the blade of the sword reflected Xue Yang's wild eyes.

Jin Guangyao smiled lightly, his gentleness remained the same, but the blade in his hand did not appear weak at all.

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In a daze, Xue Yang seemed to hear someone talking and talking.

"How's Chengmei?" The voice...was the little man.

"Xue Yang has lost one arm, and I'm afraid he will be disabled in the future. The Yinhu Talisman has not been found from him, do you want to..." The speaker's voice suddenly stopped, and then Jin Guangyao sighed, "Leaving this aside, if Cheng Meiruo wakes up, just come and let me know... Don't let him go out during this period of time, even with this injury, he will have to take good care of it for a year or so."

"Okay, but the ones in the Yizhuang..."

After that, Xue Yang couldn't hear anything, and sank into the darkness again, the pain in his body was no longer noticeable, because he was used to it, so there was nothing to care about.

Jin Guangyao and Su She stood aside. He glanced at Xue Yang lying unconscious on the bed, and shook his head helplessly, "Cheng Mei has always been so capricious."

"Sovereign, he has already lost an arm and is useless. If you keep it, you will be caught. Why not..." Su She frowned, making a murderous gesture.

Jin Guangyao shook his head slightly, walked up to Xue Yang's side, bent slightly, and looked at the place where Xue Yang's arm was broken. Although the wound had been treated with a bandage, the bandage had already been soaked in blood. Xue Yang's complexion was pale and his lips were thin. Bloodless.

This young man who always has a smile on his face but has a cruel personality is now lying here with an air of unsteadiness.

"This debt is unfinished and must be recovered."

Before he finished speaking, he turned around and left. The Lanling Jin family was busy with business. As the head of the family, it was extremely risky for him to come here, let alone stay here. He could only instruct Su She and leave in a hurry.

On the sickbed, Xue Yang's face was pale, his brows were furrowed tightly, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, his breathing was short and intermittent.

"Don't move.... I told you not to move, the wound is open, don't worry, I will rescue you, and I won't hurt you....Don't lean against the wall, the wound on your leg has not been healed, come here. Postpone the death , your legs may be crippled..."

Xiao Xingchen?Daoist...is that you?

"Is your injury healed, and you have been walking around disobediently, is that okay? ... I laugh when you speak, and when I smile, the sword becomes unstable."

I haven't healed yet, it hurts so much... They cut off my arm, and I lost your sword and you... Daoist, please smile at me again?

"There is no one alive in this village? Are they all walking corpses?... Check the village. If there are really no living people left, burn all these walking corpses."

That's right, they are all walking corpses... Taoist priest, why do you feel sorry for them?They call you blind and call me lame, so what's wrong with me killing them? ...

"Whose turn is it today?...You can talk when it's your turn. What can I do instead?...Okay, I'll go....Why are you willing to go again?..."

Stupid, I'm lying to you, I have other branches in my hand, so no matter how you smoke, you will lose... Daoist, none of us should go shopping today, let the little blind man do it... Wait for me to solve it If you leave that stinky Taoist priest, you won't know anything...

"Are you there... Shuanghua is different. I followed the guide to take a look. It's been a long time since I've seen a walking corpse around here. It's still the only one that came from another place?... The vegetables are ready ?..."

The food is ready, Daoist, let's go back to cook... No, you go back to cook, wait for me to come back, I will come back immediately after I cut the grass and roots...

"Is it fun... What do you want to do these years by my side?... Why did you want to watch Tu Baixue again? Why did you blind Taoist Song Zichen's eyes... Xue Yang, you are really... so disgusting It's..."

Why!You are going to disgust me!What did i do wrong!My severed finger only hurts, isn't it painful?Fingers don't grow on you!The pain is not on you!How do you know the piercing pain!I hate Chang Ci'an... So, he must pay the price until I am satisfied. ... Taoist priest, why do you always pity others, why can't you pity me?I am in pain too, you stabbed me with this sword, do you know how much pain I have! ! !

"What do you mean... What do you mean by saying this now?..." The voice was already trembling, "You lied to me... You tried to lie to me... Zichen... Daozhang Song... Daozhang Song... Is it you... Who said Words!"

The voice was almost trembling.

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Xue Yang woke up suddenly, his eyes were dizzy, it took him a while to recover, and he couldn't help coughing hard.

The sound startled Su She who had been standing outside. The door squeaked. Su She walked up to Xue Yang and asked, "Young Master Xue, are you awake? What's wrong?"

Xue Yang hadn't woken up from the dream yet, and his expression was a little dazed. He had had this dream for eight years, and he couldn't be more familiar with it. He would stop here every time, and would never continue again.

In the past eight years, every word and deed of the Taoist priest has been carefully recalled by him, as if he kept stabbing a knife in his heart, hating and sad, but he will not admit that he is sad.

"Master Xue?" Seeing that Xue Yang opened his eyes but didn't say anything, Su She couldn't help asking again.

"Where's the dwarf?" Xue Yang's voice was hoarse after he coughed up a lot of blood, just like the day he met Xiao Xingchen in Yicheng... Xiao Xingchen, Daoist, you are really unlucky Got home.

"The suzerain has other important matters to attend to, so I'm going back to Jinlin Terrace first." Seeing Xue Yang wake up, Su She wanted to ask where the Yinhu Talisman was, but thinking of Jin Guangyao's order before he left, he had no choice but to suppress the question.

Xue Yang supported himself with difficulty with one hand, leaned against the wall, and then turned his head to look at his severed arm, because when he moved like this, bright red blood began to ooze from the severed arm again.

"Where's the Daoist?" Cold sweat dripped down Xue Yang's forehead. Although he could bear the pain, it didn't mean he wouldn't. The Enemy with Broken Arm..." Xue Yang paused, half-closed his eyes, the corners of his lips raised slightly, revealing two small canine teeth, his eyes were ferocious and slightly sinister.

"Young Master Xue, Daoist Xiao Xingchen's body and Shuanghua sword have been taken away by Daoist Song Zichen, you were injured too badly this time, you should take good care of your wounds.

"Don't frame me with the little dwarf." Xue Yang's throat was hoarse, he just said a few words, and then he couldn't help coughing, with blood dripping from the corner of his lips, "Tell the little dwarf, his good big brother The other arm was found... As for the Yinhu Talisman, let him come in person, and I will give it to him, young master."

Xue Yang knew that he was seriously injured. Although Jin Guangyao could save his life, he couldn't save his life. He already felt that his golden core was unstable, and he feared that it would collapse within a few days. At that time, if The matter of Nie Mingjue has been exposed, and I am afraid that once he steps into Huangquan Road, the little man will not live long.

That yin tiger talisman is the last life-saving talisman of the little dwarf.

After Su She left, Xue Yang leaned back against the wall. The blood on his severed arm had soaked through the bandage. He reached out and touched his waist, as if he was looking for something. Before, as soon as he left the wall, he suddenly fell on the bed. The wounds on his chest and abdomen showed signs of tearing, and his whole body was covered with wounds, and he was already numb from the pain.

The bandage was finally torn off his right hand, he slowly supported his body with one hand, retreated to the wall, panting continuously against the wall, his injury was too serious, just such a small movement made him extremely difficult up.

Xue Yang covered his eyes with a bandage, and slowly knotted one hand. After all, he was not very good with one hand. He would always forget that his arm was broken. When he shrugged his shoulders and found nothing, he couldn't tell what it was like. , but couldn't ignore the darkness in his eyes.

The bandage was crookedly covering his eyes, Xue Yang leaned against the wall and said with a smile to himself, "Master Daoist, this knot of mine is too ugly..."

He sat like this for a long time, and suddenly the corners of his lips raised, revealing a smile, three parts sweet and seven parts malicious, even though his eyes were covered with bandages, his thin lips were pale, but his cruelty and viciousness did not decrease at all.

"Daozhang, do you want to leave me? Hey... let's make your dream come true! Even if you die, you have to die in the same coffin as me!" His voice was deep and hoarse, without concealing his brutality, Suddenly his tone changed, and he smiled sweetly again, "Master Daoist, wait for me, I will fetch the sword for you and bring you back."

Jiang Disaster was placed by his hand, and the sword was glowing with dark light, reflecting Xue Yang's bandages covering his eyes, with a smile on his lips, making one feel a chill creeping up his spine.