Grass and Trees of the Master of Demon Dao

Just when Song Lan was in a daze, a sword light slashed down suddenly mixed with cold air. When Song Lan realized it, he couldn't dodge it in time, and was struck by the sword on his left shoulder.

If it was a living person, his left arm would have been severed.

A person dressed in a black robe stood beside Xue Yang at some point. He set Xue Yang up with one hand and held a sword in the other. The sword was covered with a layer of black mist. It could be seen that he wanted to cover the sword and was worried that someone would recognize him. Out of this sword.

Xue Yang leaned against this man with a smile, his only right hand was tightly grasping Shuanghua's sword hilt, his cold eyes swept over Song Lan, raised the corners of his lips, and said sarcastically, "Oh, Daoist Song, you are both one-on-one. Killed by me, two against one, if I don’t cut you up, I’m sorry for my best friend coming here in person, he’s a busy man, right?”

Xue Yang turned his head to look at the people around him with a smile, then he couldn't help snorting, and someone grabbed the wound.

"There are too many things today, so I won't get entangled with you. Anyway, I won't be able to touch them another day..." As he spoke, his cold eyes fixed on Song Lan's eyes, but he smiled affectionately, "I can't bring you It's a pity that the eyes are long in the aisle... just a little bit, just a little bit..."

As soon as the words fell, a burst of blue light flashed into the sky, and the Fuxue sword arrived, but there was no one there. Even though his sword skills were superb, he was still submerged in the crowd of walking corpses.

In the Yizhuang, the dilapidated door was kicked open, Jin Guangyao drove Xue Yang in slowly, the coffin that was placed in the middle was gone, Xue Yang pushed Jin Guangyao away and staggered forward a few steps , nearly fell to his knees, and was caught by Jin Guangyao's quick eyes and hands.

"Chengmei, don't mess around." Jin Guangyao frowned, his face was no longer as gentle and friendly as usual.

"Daoist... where is Daoist!" Xue Yang looked around for a week, but he didn't see Xiao Xingchen's coffin. Ben's smiling expression suddenly dropped, bloodshot eyes burst out, and he was obviously almost unable to stand still. , but insisted on walking forward, with a look of madness, "Who touched him!"

He suddenly fell to his knees, vomited a mouthful of blood, and the blood dripped down the corner of his lips. He raised his eyes and looked around in a panic, and suddenly asked in a hoarse voice, "Little dwarf, where is the Taoist?" ?”

"In the backyard. I kept Su She watching." Jin Guangyao squatted down, helped Xue Yang up, and wiped the blood from the corner of Xue Yang's lips, "Your golden core is broken, don't mess around anymore. What are you doing here? Follow me back to Jinlin Terrace."

"Going back to Jinlin Terrace for what?" Xue Yangde knew that the boss was in the backyard, his expression immediately eased, the speed of changing his face was amazing, he looked at Jin Guangyao, smiled and said, "Go back to Jinlin Terrace to bury me?"

"Chengmei!" Jin Guangyao seldom spoke in such a sharp voice, he always showed others with gentleness and amiability, but at this time, he couldn't even smile at all.

"Help me to the backyard." Xue Yang was almost numb from the pain, but he lost so much blood that he couldn't stand still, half leaning on Jin Guangyao's body, so that his golden star snow wave robe was stained with bloodstains. .

The aura kept colliding in his body, agitated violently, resisting the fishy sweetness already welling up in his throat, holding Shuanghua tightly in his hand, relying on Jin Guangyao, he could slowly walk towards the backyard.

The place where Xiao Xingchen was buried.

There was nothing left in the backyard, only a small mound of soil, and in front of the mound stood a wooden board with five characters carved with the tip of a sword.

Xiao Xingchen's tomb.

Xue Yang's face turned pale suddenly, and then immediately turned red again. He pushed Jin Guangyao away heavily, and half-kneeled on the ground, unable to hold back the blood in his throat, and vomited it out.

"Daoist..." He suddenly held up Shuanghua, cut off the wooden plaque with a slash of his sword, and split the word Xiao Xingchen into two pieces.

The wooden sign was thrown far away by him, and the Shuanghua sword was also thrown out. It was stuck obliquely on the ground, and the aura of the sword body was dim.

He kept digging the mound of soil with one hand, repeated the digging action repeatedly, the knuckles of his right hand were bloody and bloody, his face was grim, Jin Guangyao stood aside and watched, he couldn't stand it any longer, and walked away Coming over, he placed Jiang Mi next to Shuanghua, squatted down, pressed Xue Yang's right hand, and said calmly, "Chengmei, don't be crazy, Daoist Xiao Xingchen has already been buried, let him Go, even if you dig out his body, you can't save him."

Xue Yang paused, lowered his head, shrugged his shoulders, smiled lowly, then raised his head suddenly, looked at the mound of dirt and grinned, "Let him go? Get out! The young master just wants him to be here forever. Next to me, even if he dies, he can't escape!"

His face was covered with blood, and he was extremely embarrassed, but his eyes were frighteningly bright, and the madness in his eyes was clearly visible. He suddenly laughed, "Who said I can't save him! Who said!  … Patriarch Yiling?! That trash Wei Wuxian! What he can't do, I will do! What he can't do! I will definitely do it!" He turned to look at Jin Guangyao with a smile, giggling Said, "It's like... a living person turned into a corpse."

Thunder struck, Jin Guangyao's complexion was pale, he looked at Xue Yang as if he was looking at an unreasonable lunatic.

"Short, help me, dig him out!" Xue Yang coughed twice, bleeding from the corner of his lips, he ignored it completely, Jin Guangyao fixed his eyes on him for a long time, he knew Xue Yang, although Xue Yang did all kinds of evil, He often provokes people everywhere, but because of this, Xue Yangshi is extremely arrogant. If he hadn't reached a desperate situation, he would never be able to say the word "help".

"Okay", Jin Guangyao actually doesn't really believe that Xue Yang can save Xiao Xingchen. After all, even Yiling Patriarch can't do this, and he doesn't want to believe it. He can almost guess that if he wants to save Xiao Xingchen, maybe will pay a heavy price.

But he has been friends with bad friends for many years, and he also knows that since Xue Yang can speak out, there is absolutely nothing wrong with his words.

"Chengmei, tell me first, how are you going to save him?"

"Splitting the pill", Xue Yang leaned on the ground with one hand, turned his head to look at Jin Guangyao, even though he looked embarrassed, he still smiled and said, "The golden pill is where the soul of a cultivator resides. Try, but it's theoretically possible."

"How many percent?"

"It used to be [-]%, but now it's only [-]%." Xue Yang propped himself up on the ground and smiled with difficulty.

"Why?"

"If I do it myself, it will be [-]%, but look at me... oh, little man, when you do it, don't shake your hands, my golden core can't withstand any fluctuations." The spiritual energy collided wantonly in Xue Yang's body , the violent surge of spiritual power caused his meridians to shatter inch by inch, he almost gritted his teeth and twisted his smile, "Hurry up, once I die, the golden core will be scattered."

The smile on Jin Guangyao's face had faded completely, he lowered his eyes to look at Xue Yang, the corners of his lips slightly pressed down.

"Chengmei, do you know what you are doing?"

"Stop talking nonsense... dig him out! I don't want him to die, so what if he's broken?" Xue Yang coughed again, and he raised his hand to wipe the corners of his lips. , causing his eyes to turn black, he hurriedly urged, "Quick! Don't make me wait any longer!"

Jin Guangyao didn't answer. Xue Yang seemed to be running out of strength. He was lying half prone on the mound, his chest was heaving violently, his right hand was bloody and his left arm was empty, making people feel sad and uncomfortable for no reason.

"Okay." Jin Guangyao pulled out the saber he was carrying on his back. Hen Sheng's sword was shining with silver light, and with a chill, he slashed down with his spiritual power. He forcibly split the mound of dirt. However, he has slightly closed his eyes and his breathing is getting weaker.

Xiao Xingchen's coffin was just under the mound of dirt, and Jin Guangyao lifted up the coffin with him. He lifted the lid of the coffin with a heavy palm, revealing Xiao Xingchen's bloodless face.

Xue Yang was carried by Jin Guangyao to the side of Xiao Xingchen's coffin. He half-kneeled beside the coffin, and lightly touched Xiao Xingchen's cheek with his right hand, leaving a few bloodstains. He coughed and laughed , "Hey, Daoist... What do you think you are running? I said it a long time ago, you can't run away... Hahaha..."

"If you don't have the golden core, you will be dead." Jin Guangyao looked at Xue Yang, unable to laugh anymore, "Chengmei, don't force me."

"Little man, the Yin Tiger Talisman is in your hands, no one can stop your way anymore!..." Xue Yang lay on the side of the coffin, turned his head and half-closed his eyes, making no effort to hide his ferocity, the corners of his lips slightly raised, He said with a sullen expression, "After I die, I will be a kind of evil god and a ghost. You should sacrifice yourself immediately... I haven't had enough of these days. The Taoist priest was saved by me. He can only live and die by me." Alone, anyone who dares to get involved...kill!"

It wasn't until this time that Jin Guangyao really understood Xue Yang's plan. He suddenly smiled and said, "A little hooligan is a little hooligan, and he can do things like this. But that's all, why not help you? "

"Where do you start cutting pills?"

"Here." Xue Yang tried to support himself, but he couldn't move anymore. He shook his head and said, "I have no strength."

Cutting the alchemy when he woke up, Xue Yang was already a powerful bow, and if he hit the sword, it would be his life.

Hensheng slashed open his lower abdomen, he could almost feel the warm blood gurgling from his lower abdomen, the coldness slowly rushed to his heart from his limbs, he shivered slightly from the cold, but he insisted on staying silent.

Jin Guangyao is not tender, and Xue Yang does not have as much time to wait as Wei Wuxian, he can only fight quickly, the blood stained the soil under Xue Yang's body in an instant, he lay on his back on the ground, opened his eyes and looked at the sky, it was dark, The lightning had already been struck several times, and the thunderstorm arrived as soon as it was said, and the big raindrops fell on Jin Guangyao and Xue Yang.

"Short...I'm cold..." His usually cruel and wild eyes were finally stained with a little helplessness, "This...it's so fucking cold..."

The blood flowed down the corner of his lips, and across his handsome pale face, a line of blood was drawn, which was extremely dazzling.

"Help me... take off my eyes, warm and nourish... Xiao Xingchen with spiritual power." Xue Yang said with difficulty while trembling with cold, "The more he doesn't want me to save him, the more I... Wanting to save...who does he think he is?...Master...doesn't listen to him..."

"Short..."

"Chengmei, just shut up!"

Jin Guangyao seemed to have reached the limit of his patience. He gritted his teeth and said through the gaps between his teeth, "Okay! Give it all to him!"

Cutting out pills when waking up, gouging out eyes when alive, any kind of severe pain that is enough to drive people crazy, Xue Yang tasted it all, but he didn't make a sound, his teeth were already bleeding from his bite.

"If you are in pain, just call me..." Jin Guangyao was obviously not the one who had his eyes gouged out, but Jin Guangyao felt that he was too tired to lift up. The rain and sweat mixed together, his whole body was soaked, half kneeling Come down and hold Xue Yang in his arms.

"Hmm... I hurt..." Shouting pain in his mouth, Xue Yang was still grinning, the blood from the gouged out eye dripped down his face and was washed away by the rain. also died..."

"Well, once you die, you will know it hurts." Jin Guangyao sighed softly, "Chengmei, you really make things difficult for others..."