Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

"Yangye..." He kissed that face lightly, not daring to use any more force, the person in his arms was still trembling, as if he was afraid of his embrace.

"It's me, Yang Ye, boy, I'm back, no one can bully you anymore, boy..." Shui Wufeng endured his heartache, found the gradually weakening consciousness of the master, and explained patiently and gently.

"There are no bad guys here, Yang Ye, don't be afraid...it's all right..."

A familiar voice rang in his mind, and Feng Yangye's shrinking and guarded body slowly relaxed, murmuring the name of his sweetheart, "Twelve... Twelve is not dead..."

"Yes, I'm not dead," Shui Wufeng penetrated into Feng Yangye's body with his consciousness, and noticed that there was no golden pill in the dantian, but there were many fine golden and red interlaced light spots flowing.

Shui Wufeng frowned, Feng Yangye's soft and cold body collapsed into his arms, and smiled weakly and sickly: "Are you a fake...I really miss Twelve...I really miss him...Twelve Are you dead...everyone is dead...all...killed by me...twelve is dead too...my twelve is dead..."

Feng Yangye's expression became more and more dazed, Shui Wufeng didn't have time to do anything, his Taoist companion's cultivation had already fallen below the Golden Immortal, and the mysterious light spots formed by the shattered golden core poured out.

He subconsciously wanted to control the spread of power, but that power passed through all barriers and kept rushing out...

The body touched by a few light spots, the sword wound on his chest has healed a little, Shui Wufeng realized something, turned his head to look at the corpse of Liu Qianshan and Wucheng who were snuggling together... Many light spots were moving towards Inside, even if there is only a trace of soul left, it will explode to be nourished...

The spot of light spread for a long distance, spreading from the back mountain, covering the entire Donghai Fengshenzong's sect... It seemed that even the bloodstains on the ground turned from dark red to vivid...

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Everyone died...all were killed by me...In the drowsiness, Feng Yangye recalled the blood, the frightened faces, the horrible scenes squeezed together...all fell on the torn apart On the puppet... Twelve was also killed by me...

The body seems to be getting colder and colder, Feng Yangye's will is particularly fragile after all the support has been taken away, and his memory is getting more and more chaotic... Many pictures are superimposed, Rong Ning is laughing, Wu Cheng is practicing sword, Yu Xuan Qing coldly and shyly asked his senior brother about his mind... and Feng Yuntai, Liu Qianshan... everything was extraordinarily beautiful, flashed by and then fell apart under his sword...

Feng Yangye endured the despair dumbly, and his breathing gradually decreased...I...maybe I shouldn't have appeared...

"Yangye...don't hide from me," someone's voice sounded in his silent sea of ​​consciousness, and his perception became clearer, as if someone was hugging him tightly, healing his body with spiritual power, and using the scorching body to heal his body. warm him...

His weak consciousness hid in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, listening to the voice calling him over and over again.

"Yangye..." There was a hint of anxiety in the voice, as if it was very familiar...

who is calling meFeng Yangye's vague consciousness couldn't distinguish anything, he was puzzled blankly, and couldn't help thinking about the past...

The moment he revealed his consciousness, he was captured by a powerful surge of consciousness, wrapped him up and carried him away from the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Yangye..." The black mist in front of his eyes dissipated, and his spiritual consciousness took shape in a seemingly endless sea of ​​consciousness. He heard someone calling him, and he looked up to see a familiar face, but that person was wearing a Buddha suit. There is a trace of Buddha's light between his eyebrows, and his expression is also indifferent...very strange.

The opponent's hand stretched out to his face, he dodged back and hit another chest, someone hugged him from behind and stroked his hair to comfort him.

...He looked up numbly, stayed for a while, reached out to touch the black crack between the man's eyebrows, his fingers were held, and were gently held in the palm of the man's hand, his heart shook, and he stared at the man. Zhang Lian refused to look away, "Twelve..."

The monster showed a slight smile, looking at the face of the man in his arms, whose soft peach blossom eyes hooked his heart and soul...

But...someone plucked out the eyes from his darling body...

The pale face with no eyes flashed in the monster's mind, the blackness of his pupils gathered deeper, he lowered his head and kissed Feng Yangye's eyelashes, the headmaster rolled his eyelids, and the whole person was in a daze, especially It was the eyes, almost without brilliance, looking at him intently like a fragile puppet... Anger was accumulated in the bottom of his heart, and the smile on his face became more gentle, and he lovingly touched Feng Yangye's thin and fleshless face.

Foxiu looked at the two of them, disappointment flashed in his cold eyes, the monster noticed his change, and nodded slightly at him, he took the initiative to merge into the monster's body, let go of the control of his consciousness, let go of his own will , he just wanted to blend in and hug Feng Yangye...don't scare the little guy to hug him tenderly.

The monster dominates the consciousness, talking to the person in his arms slowly, Feng Yangye's mood changes very slowly, he doesn't show any expression, and doesn't say anything.

Shui Wufeng held back his anxiety, stroked his Taoist companion's hair and asked softly, "Does Yangye want to see Wucheng and the others?"

Feng Yangye visibly froze, his eyes turned red: "See them?"

Shui Wufeng opened his eyes, brought the Taoist companion's consciousness out of his sea of ​​consciousness, he glanced at the broken body in his arms, the pale face hurt his eyes, he couldn't bear it Put the consciousness back, hold it carefully in your hand, and open the Changxuan red halberd, revealing the sleeping souls inside...

Feng Yangye quietly looked at those familiar faces, a childlike smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were red like rabbits: "Ah Ning is not dead...they are not dead..."

Shui Wufeng smiled, loosened his fingers, watched Feng Yangye's consciousness entered the long streamer and wandered among the souls, while sending his soul power out to nourish the consciousness of Taoist companions , while silently supporting the opening of the artifact. In order to help him break free from the seal of the Heaven Sealing Sword, the artifact spirit inside had been seriously injured and passed out.

"Master..." Wucheng's voice sounded outside the banner, Feng Yangye was stunned for a moment, and rushed out of the black banner, his consciousness escaped from the range of the artifact, and did not fall into Shui Wufeng's hands, the demon was startled, Hastily hugging him, exhorting in a gentle tone: "Be careful..."

Feng Yangye's realm fell so badly, the spiritual power of his body was about to be exhausted, the three souls and seven souls were also severely injured, and his will was very weak. Shui Wufeng really didn't dare to take the risk and let his spiritual consciousness be rashly exposed to the air .

Wucheng approached Shui Wufeng's hand, his face was a little pale, but he didn't seem to be seriously injured: "Master... don't blame you, it's Fuxi's fault, little master, you saved us, I'm fine, and Qianshan is fine too." fine."

Feng Yangye was still numb, his consciousness turned into a small person, lying in Shui Wufeng's hands, looking at Wucheng for a while, and then at the white wolf in Wucheng's arms, which was only the size of a normal beast, with that tiny smile slowly disappearing...

None of them died... But because of him, so many people from the same sect became lonely souls... Liu Qianshan couldn't even maintain his human form... He murmured guiltily with red eyes, but still couldn't get out of his knot: "I'm sorry ...It was I who harmed you..."

Wu Cheng shook his head: "I really don't blame Master, Qian Shan was injured too badly, it will be fine after a period of cultivation, you have tried your best."

Feng Yangye's guilt did not disappear, and the power of his physical body disintegrated again and rushed to Liu Qianshan. Seeing this, Wucheng hurriedly persuaded him: "The murderer is Fuxi, and it has nothing to do with you, little master. If there is no little master, you will collapse Cultivation, I can't survive, Qianshan can't survive, and the hundreds of fellow disciples whose bodies have been destroyed can't survive...Little Master, you saved us, don't hurt yourself."

Feng Yangye couldn't control himself, he just felt very self-blaming, the power was disappearing constantly, and he didn't know where it was going... But as long as it disperses, he will feel at ease... Probably these are the ones that disperse Lingli saved Cheng'er and the others, right?Do you want to clean it all up?