Grass and Trees of the Master of Demon Dao

When Jin Guangyao returned to Jinlin Terrace, he brought back two things, a spirit-locking pouch, and a sealed sword of disaster relief.

As in the past, there was no popularity in Yizhuang. Song Lan leaned against Xiao Xingchen's coffin. Shuanghua's sword was sealed behind her, and no one could pull it out.

The person inside the coffin was as pale as ever, but it was different from before, his chest heaved slightly, Song Lan kept staring at his face, his eyes were still a little surprised.

Three days ago, he was besieged by the walking corpses summoned by Xue Yang. Although these low-level walking corpses could not cause him any harm, they still held him back. The masked man in black has long since disappeared.

At the same time, Xiao Xingchen's spirit lock pouch and Shuanghua were also missing.

Angrily, Song Lan chopped off the big tree that Xue Yang was leaning on with his sword, and a terrifying roar came from his throat, like an inhuman thing roaring out of control.

Today, however, he was led to Yizhuang. He didn't see Xue Yang, but he saw the man in black who was with Xue Yang that day, even though the face of that man was covered by a layer of black mist, he couldn't see his face clearly. , but according to the figure, it can be seen that this is a man.

"Coming?" Just when Song Lan had already clenched Fuxue and was about to strike, the man in black suddenly spoke. His voice was extremely hoarse, as if something had been dragged on the ground, so hoarse that it made people feel uncomfortable. Comfortable, "Xiao Xingchen has been saved, Xue Yang is dead."

After the Fuxue sword paused, Song Lan's usually indifferent face finally showed a wave, and the tip of the Fuxue sword drew words on the ground.

"What did you say?"

"Heh... I'll just say it again, Xiao Xingchen has been saved and Xue Yang is dead."

The voice of the man in black was a little impatient, "Xiao Xingchen is in the coffin, and he can wake up today."

"How..." Fuxue Jianjian wrote these two characters and then destroyed them, writing again, "Who saved them? What method did they save them?"

Although the face of the man in black was shrouded in a layer of black mist, Song Lan could feel that the man was looking at him.

"Saved by Xue Yang, he exchanged his life for his life." The black-robed man paused for a moment, then sneered, and said in a bad tone, "When he wakes up, he cuts out the alchemy, and when he is alive, he digs out his eyes. Now Xue Yang is dead and buried in the backyard. There is no coffin Without a stele, everything returns to dust."

"After Xiao Xingchen wakes up, you might as well tell him word by word that he wants Xue Yang to die, but Xue Yang wants him to live." The man in black paused for a long time, then suddenly opened his mouth and continued, "Stupid."

At the same time, the man in black threw Song Lan a Shuanghua sword, and Song Lan took it over. After the blue light soared into the sky, the man in black was nowhere to be seen. Only then did Song Lan lower his head to realize that Shuanghua had sealed the sword automatically.

Xue Yang is really dead, utterly dead.

On the Jinlin platform, in the secret room.

Jin Guangyao sat on the ground, leaning against the wall, his usually neat Jin Xingxuelang robe was covered with dust, looking a little embarrassed.In his hand, the manuscripts were scattered all over the place, and Jiang disaster was placed in the groove in the middle of the secret room, and a spirit lock bag fell on the ground alone.

"Chengmei?...Wait a little longer..." Jin Guangyao's handsome face showed exhaustion that could not be concealed, he reluctantly said in a gentle voice, "Hurry up, hold on a little longer..."

They all underestimated the consequences of digging the alchemy. Xue Yang was dying. After the golden alchemy was dug out, he was an ordinary person. The spiritual sac protected his soul, but it was still seriously injured, showing signs of dissipating faintly.

"I can afford to wait..." Xue Yang's soul appeared in front of Jin Guangyao. His body and limbs are healthy, but they are extremely light, as if a light blow is enough to shatter this fragile soul. Didn't get...the candy from the Taoist priest..."

"Chengmei..." Jin Guangyao held his head in his hands, seeming to be a little uncomfortable, his face was pale, "Don't come out...you are already like this, hold on...we will meet soon..."

In the past few days, he is not only looking for people who meet the requirements of the sacrifice, but also the manuscript of the original sacrifice. The Yinhu Talisman is even in use. He doesn't know when Nie Mingjue's body will come to him. Live in fear.

Almost exhausted.

He didn't know when Lan Xichen would stop believing in him.

According to the report from the spies, Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji and others had already reached the unknown place in Yunshen. Jin Guangyao's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big hand, and the fear that existed at all times was constantly squeezing towards him like a tide. The situation has developed to an uncontrollable place.

Inside the Yizhuang, Xiao Xingchen suddenly moved his fingers slightly, and slowly opened his eyes. He hadn't seen light for a long time, but when he suddenly saw the light, it was a little glaring, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to cover it.

With a "clang", the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, Xiao Xingchen wanted to see what the sound was, but when he raised his hand, he realized that he seemed to be... in a coffin.

The eyes of friends who haven't seen each other for many years, Song Lan froze on the spot, Shuanghua Fuxue fell to the ground, he opened his mouth, forgetting that his tongue had been cut, let out a low roar, but closed it immediately. He closed his mouth and stopped talking.

"Zichen...?" Xiao Xingchen also saw Song Lan's appearance, and the memory rushed over like a raging tide. Sharp pain swept over his head, and his face twisted in pain. It took him a while to hold the coffin Edge, panting heavily, eyes closed tightly.

Song Lan reached out and patted his shoulder.

Xiao Xingchen opened his eyes, his eyes were full of pain, tears flowed from his eyes, his eyes hurt, he covered his eyes with one hand, and wanted to touch Song Lan with a trembling hand, his voice was trembling, "Zi...Zi Chen ... Daozhang Song?..."

Song Lan couldn't speak, so she could only nod her head, picked up Fuxue and Shuanghua, put Shuanghua into Xiao Xingchen's hands, and half supported Xiao Xingchen out of the coffin.

Xiao Xingchen's memories before his death were so tragic that when he woke up, all the memories reappeared in his mind, and his soul seemed to be torn into pieces, engraving the pain deep in his soul.

"Zichen, I... am I dead?..." Xiao Xingchen reached out to touch his neck, and as expected, he felt a thin wound. He knew this wound very well, because he was the one who ended him with his own hands. life's.

Song Lan glanced at Xiao Xingchen with a complicated expression, shook her head slightly, and wrote on the ground with the tip of Fuxue's sword, "He was saved. You need to rest, no need to ask."

"Where's Xue Yang..." Xiao Xingchen sat with one hand on the table, and said with difficulty, "What about him?..."

"..."

Song Lan didn't say anything, but Xiao Xingchen's gaze was too persistent. Xiao Xingchen looked gentle, but he was actually stubborn. If it wasn't for being too persistent, he wouldn't have collapsed and committed suicide to Xue Yang with Shuanghua. before.

"Zichen..." Xiao Xingchen tried his best to sit up straight, with unspeakable sadness in his eyes, "I... I have killed innocent people indiscriminately, and my blood debt is heavy, there is really no need to save me... these eyes..."

He stretched out his hands tremblingly to touch his eyes, and closed them slightly, "It's really unnecessary...it's not worth it."

Song Lan knew what Xiao Xingchen had misunderstood, he was silent for a moment, and said inscribed, "I'll take you to see Xue Yang."

Xiao Xingchen paused suddenly, "Is he here?" His voice trembled slightly, he couldn't tell if it was fear or hatred, maybe it was both, he underestimated Xue Yang's viciousness, and hated him for killing innocent people indiscriminately.

But in the final analysis, Xiao Xingchen hates himself the most. If he hadn't saved him in Yicheng back then, maybe everything that happened later would not have happened.

The people of Yicheng would not have suffered such a catastrophe, and those villagers were extremely innocent. Even... even Daoist Song was implicated to death by him.He couldn't face up to how many innocent people's blood was stuck on his Shuanghua sword...

Bearing Shuanghua, exorcising evil spirits, but in the end, he did not eradicate evil spirits, but beheaded innocent people. He was not only blind, but also blind, and saved a murderous evil spirit.

He almost didn't dare to imagine the fear and despair of those villagers before they died, he didn't dare to imagine Zi Chen's body pierced by Shuanghua's sword, and he didn't even dare to recall the feeling when Shuanghua penetrated a living human body.

Xue Yang's nasty sarcasm seemed to be still echoing in his ears, constantly reminding him of all the things before his death.

Seeing that his face was really ugly, Song Lan put her hands on Xiao Xingchen's shoulders and shook her head slightly.

Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan have been good friends for many years, so he naturally knows what Song Lan means. He knows that Song Lan told him not to recall and stop thinking about it, but there are some things that you can lie to yourself if you don't think about them. It didn't happen.

He is Xiao Xingchen, he uses the Shuanghua Sword to kill innocent people, relatives and friends, he can't lie to himself.

"Take me to see Xue Yang...I want...to kill him..."

Back then on the Jinlin Stage, that vile young man said "Master Dao, don't forget me, let's wait and see", which caused too many innocent people to pay a painful price. Now, he wants to end all this.

Once again, Xiao Xingchen lowered his head in pain from the memory flooding into his mind, and missed the complicated look in Song Lan's eyes.

When he was helped to the backyard, he didn't find Xue Yang's figure. Looking around, he only saw a mound of dirt in the middle. After he froze for a moment, he asked dryly, "Zi Chen?"

"This is Xue Yang's tomb. He is dead." Fu Xue wrote on the ground, "There is no coffin, no monument, it's all dust."

"Xingchen, I did not save your life, and I am powerless to save you.... It was Xue Yang who exchanged his life for his own life, and cut out his own golden core, and the golden core gathered souls to cross souls, and he slaughtered the entire Yicheng." , It took him eight years to arrange the entire city into a huge soul-gathering formation... For these eight years, he wore white robes every day, carried frost on his back, hidden disasters in his sleeves, covered his eyes with bandages, touched the The road to Yicheng...your eyes..." Fuxue paused, and then wrote, "It is also Xue Yang's. He cut his pills when he woke up, and dug out his eyes when he was alive. Now he is dead and buried in this soil Under the pile... For the past eight years, he has used his spiritual power to warm and nourish your meridians every day to protect your body from corruption, but he cannot protect your cultivation. Therefore, at this time, the golden elixir circulating in your body belongs to him. The spiritual power is his...eyes, and also his..."

"I didn't want to tell you all this, but he has been you for eight years. I think you should also know what he has done."

"You already know all the things, don't become a demon of cultivation, from now on, you and I will bear the frost and blow the snow together, walk the world, eliminate demons and evil."

He became a murderous corpse and was controlled by Xue Yang for eight years. Everything Xue Yang did was in his eyes.

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