I teamed up with my nemesis after rebirth

Translucent and exquisite frost flowers cover the hair tips, and a steady stream of spiritual power is sent into the ice wall, but the ice layer is still being corroded by falling water, as if desperate support is just a futile dying struggle.

Lu Yinshuang was wrapped in cold mist, knowing that if he escaped further, letting the water fall close to the land would only bring disaster to Haizhou City, he shouted to Xie Qiao in a trembling voice: "You leave first! Inform Haizhou City Open the defensive circle, let Shihuamen respond in time, and arrange for the people to evacuate."

"You won't last long, why bother to go through life and death for the realm of cultivation!" Xie Qiao said impatiently, and tried to send a message back to Linyuan Palace with the jade slip, but the signal could not be sent out at the edge of the flooding water.

"Now is not the time to distinguish between realms. I have a lot of them." Lu Yinshuang gritted his teeth and urged Xie Qiao to leave. He didn't want to say the beautiful words of never retreating for the sake of the common people. Finally, he was executed, how could he let a pool of stagnant water ravage the two realms, and let everything he had done be in vain.

"I'll stay here too, waiting for you to bring someone to meet you." Seeing this, Xiao Xianggu also turned around and turned a broken knife in his hand to point directly at the sky. Countless knife energy rained down, and he set up a fence outside the ice layer.

"...I will do it as soon as possible." Xie Qiao's eyes flashed a cold light, without any hesitation, he took Feilu and left at full speed.

Lu Yinshuang breathed a sigh of relief, he could last up to two hours, and his spiritual power cultivation level in the Mahayana stage on the vast sea was as good as a yellow crane.

Except for the turbulent waves hitting the shore and the howling wind, there was no other sound around, Xiao Xianggu was a little impatient, he endured it for a while, and asked, "When do you plan to withdraw?"

"If you are afraid of death, you can run away at any time." Lu Yinshuang glanced at him from the corner of his eye, "According to my estimate, the affected area will be over a thousand miles north and south, it depends on how fast you move."

"Ha, when have I ever been afraid of death." Xiao Xianggu taunted him, "You emperor even takes care of the work of cultivating the real realm, don't you know that others take care of you?"

"I don't need other people's approval." Lu Yinshuang said coldly. What he didn't say was that apart from those innocent people, the Cultivation Realm is Chang Jingyu's hometown. Apart from deception and use, there are more things worth preserving in this land memories.

Spirit power was exhausted quickly, Lu Yinshuang clenched his icy fingers, his breathing seemed to be swallowing ice balls, and Yingzhang under his feet became more and more bleak.

With a click, a crack appeared on the thick ice wall, and the faint black air pierced towards the opposite side. Lu Yinshuang's eyes flashed silver, and he scratched his palm with his finger, splashing a cloud of warm blood on the wall.

The red spread instantly, repairing the damage like gorgeous jade, and the whole ice wall was covered with blood-colored streaks.

But just as Lu Yinshuang made up one, more and more cracks opened on the ice with crisp sounds, and the entire ice wall was at the end of its strength.

Xiao Xianggu's saber light was weakening, and his slightly tired warning voice came: "Aren't you leaving?"

"This seat has a lot." Lu Yinshuang said as calmly as possible.

"Then forgive me for not giving up my life to accompany the gentleman. I'm afraid your body will be cold when the masters of the cultivation realm come over in person." Xiao Xianggu thought he was benevolent and righteous, and when he wanted to retreat, he hesitated for a moment, holding the knife. With a sound.

"You go ahead." Lu Yinshuang mobilized his spiritual power, flipped his left hand and took out a short-distance teleportation scroll from the Qiankun bag. The ice wall couldn't last a moment, but even an extra moment was enough time for Xie Qiao.

Xiao Xianggu withdrew his knife and was about to leave. Just as he turned his head, he saw five sharp arrows shooting from the end of his field of vision. He was slightly taken aback, and the arrows pierced into the ice wall. boundary.

Lu Yinshuang showed a relaxed smile, retracted the scroll and exhaled, Yujian stepped back, and saw several streamers flashing by, the master of Liufang manipulated the array to sprinkle flower seeds all over the sky, fine crystals fell into the water, and attached to the wall, Under the dim moon that is only half left, a flourishing flower field blooms with dim lights.

Xie Qiao stood on Feilu's back and cupped his hands to Lu Yinshuang: "Sorry, I'm late."

"What's the situation in the sinking state?" Lu Yinshuang asked.

"For the time being, you can rest easy. Master Ye has led the crowd to build a defense line along the coast of the Sinking Realm, and masters of martial arts from all over the world are rushing to the coast to support." Xie Qiao spread out the cloud map to report the situation. They had deployed manpower along the coast to deal with the formation. , to respond in time, but the cultivation realm was defenseless.

Several layers of defensive formations finally resisted the encroachment of falling water for the time being. The Lingcang sect master embedded a spirit-gathering formation on the ice wall, and the Chonghua sect master looked into the distance worriedly: "The active range of falling water is too wide. The north and south ends are too weak to last long."

"The most urgent thing is to find out what kind of formation Murong Yi has set up, which caused the sudden change." Lingcang Sect Master said and looked at Xie Qiao. Except for Xianlan City, everyone has no clue.

"One person may have a clue." Xie Qiao pushed the monocle and retracted it, and pressed his swollen eyes, "We have caught Fu Qingxiao."

……

The stable hanging boat is parked above the Weihai Sea, a skylight is opened in the cabin, and the golden red glowing in the sky can be vaguely seen.

Fu Qingxiao slowly opened his eyes. He had been awake for half a quarter of an hour, but his spiritual power was sealed, and he didn't know who the person sitting not far away was.

What came into his eyes was the beam of light cast from the skylight, fine dust floating in front of his eyes, he was stunned for a moment, the touch under his body was soft, and the walls were also spotless, which was different from the expected prison cell.

"Are you awake?" Lian Jinghong asked in a cold voice with her legs crossed.

Fu Qingxiao propped himself up on the edge of the bed and sat up. As soon as he turned his head, the magic knife swished over and pierced into the wall. The blade was only an inch away from his throat.

"Sorry." Fu Qingxiao leaned back and said softly. There was a stabbing pain in his abdomen. He stretched out his hand to try it, and the wound had been bandaged.

"Murong Yi is dead." Lian Jinghong said directly, "If you fall into the water out of control, you will submerge the Cultivation Realm. If you and the Cultivation Realm have no revenge for killing your father, you should hand over the solution as soon as possible."

Fu Qingxiao closed his eyes, he had already calmed down, and asked lightly, "Did he fail?"

"He succeeded, but also failed." Lian Jinghong raised his hand to recall the long knife, "Wen Tianqing and Murong Yi died together, died in the falling water."

Fu Qingxiao laughed when he heard the words, as if he was a little envious: "He really can do it, but I have no chance. Since I am in this state of cultivation, I don't care, just kill if you want."

"Fu Qingxiao! What's wrong with you!" Lian Jinghong slapped the table and said angrily, "You really don't care about Dao Martial Immortal Sect?"

"If you still care about it, go back. The title of Zeyuan Immortal Venerable should belong to you." Fu Qingxiao turned his head and persuaded, his tone was still very sincere, making it hard to tell the truth from the fake, and he just said a few words. He coughed, blood dripped down the corner of his mouth, against the light smile, he was full of death-seeking beauty.

Lian Jinghong pointed at his neck with a horizontal knife, and clenched his blue fingertips in anger: "Do you think I am a man of rules, seeing that you are half dead and unable to fight back, so I dare not kill you?"

Without fear, Fu Qingxiao reached out to grab the blade and brought it towards him: "Come, avenge the Lord of Ghosts and Gods."

The blade cut a string of blood beads on the neck, at this moment the door was kicked open roughly, Fu Qingxiao turned his gaze, and saw Liu Yuexian with red eye circles covering his mouth, with tears welling up in his eyes.

Lian Jinghong turned the saber away from Fu Qingxiao's hand, and pierced into the ground bitterly.

"You are also here to ask for the solution, so you don't need to open your mouth, I have made up my mind." Fu Qingxiao turned her head first, unwilling to look at the puzzlement and pain in Liu Yuexian's eyes.

"Brother, I'm just here... I just want to call you brother again." Liu Yuexian sobbed, forgetting all his Mahayana self-cultivation, like a sad and wronged girl, "I prefer to study medicine, and I'm not good at it." Swordsmanship, I was always ridiculed when I first entered the Martial Immortal Sect. Only my brother never disliked me, telling me that people don't have to go the right way, and it takes courage and determination to walk the way you want to go, which can bring disasters to the realm of cultivation. Is it really the way you want to go?"

"The senior brother who spoke so eloquently back then failed to carry out his words and deeds in the end." Fu Qingxiao sighed helplessly, "Go away, it's all my fault, you don't need to blame yourself."

Liu Yuexian squatted down by the door, crying hoarsely.

Ming Fangxue heard Liu Yuexian's voice from a distance, he hesitated for a moment, and didn't think he could get any information, but he walked around Liu Yuexian and approached the room, and said indifferently: "I will see you for Mr. Yunlan For the last time, that's it."

"I'm sorry for Master." Fu Qingxiao was a little moved, "I killed Ming Xinci, and I'm sorry for you."

"You are in too much debt." Ming Fangxue frowned, and rarely uttered a common saying.

The three of them had nothing to do with Fu Qingxiao, who wanted to die. They couldn't do torture to extract a confession even if they worked together.

The open door was knocked twice, Chang Jingyu came in with a medicine bowl, put down the tray, and saluted the helpless three people: "The younger generation has seen the Huanchen Immortal, respecting the Immortal, practicing senior."

But when Lian Jinghong saw Chang Jingyu wiping his sword last night, the corners of her eyes twitched, and she thought that her nephew had started to pretend to be good again. She glanced at Fu Qingxiao who was bowing her head, and pulled Liu Yuexian and Ming Fangxue to close the door gone.

Chang Jingyu brought the medicine bowl to the bedside, stirred it with a spoon, and said softly, "Master, if you don't hand over the solution, this will be your last bowl of medicine."

Fu Qingxiao kept silent and turned her head away from looking at him.

Chang Jingyu clasped Fu Qingxiao's neck with his left hand and pressed him to the head of the bed, and no longer pretended to be docile: "I don't lack elixir, injuries like last night can be cured to some extent, it's not so easy for you die."

Fu Qingxiao grabbed his wrist and narrowed his eyes in pain, blood dripped down the back of Chang Jingyu's hand, he let go and shook it, smearing the remaining red on Fu Qingxiao's pale face.

"Let me be honest, I have nothing to do with the state of cultivation, but if something happens to the state of sinking, senior will be very sad." Chang Jingyu held the bowl in one hand, found a bottle in his Qiankun bag, opened it, and poured the powder into the medicine bowl With a trembling, he handed it to Fu Qingxiao.

Fu Qingxiao subconsciously moved into the bed, he suddenly felt that this apprentice was strange, Chang Jingyu used to be always cautious, respectful and gentle, but he buried Chang Jingyu's past with his own hands.

"Master, this is the medicine that my apprentice has been frying for an hour. How can I be worthy of my apprentice's wishes if I don't take a sip." Chang Jingyu brought the spoon to Fu Qingxiao's lips, his voice was still clear, but oozing Out of invisible oppression.

Fu Qingxiao waved the porcelain spoon away, breathing faster unconsciously: "What did you put?"

After some medicine was spilled, Chang Jingyu turned cold, dropped the spoon, got up and grabbed Fu Qingxiao by the collar and dragged him to the bed, turning a deaf ear to the cough mixed with pain: "Fu Qingxiao, you are not afraid Death is not afraid of pain, do you think that if you pretend to be aloof and tenacious in prison, I will have nothing to do with you?"

Fu Qingxiao gritted her teeth: "What do you want..."

"This is the deep-rooted fragrance of southern Xinjiang. Don't you like Shen Xu? Come on, let the apprentice feed you." Chang Jingyu slowly smiled sinisterly, "See how affectionate you are for the uncle." Yu, if you want to betray him, it means that your efforts are all fake, you are deceiving yourself and others, and letting him be buried with you in the realm of cultivation is just because you dare not face your anger."

"Stop!" Fu Qingxiao was startled by his words, and then struggled hard, trying to stay away from the bowl of supplemented medicine. He couldn't help being angry and disappointed, "You...how did you become so...so..."

"Ha, so what, keep talking, despicable, shameless, shameless? This is all your credit." Chang Jingyu sneered, "If my mother was still there, she would not let me do this. If Lin The senior brother and the sect leader are still there, they won't let me do this, if the master who taught me gently is still there, he won't let me do this either!"

Fu Qingxiao was shocked, his eyes flickered, and he closed his eyes to hide a trace of shame: "It's up to you."

"enough!"

Chang Jingyu shook his hands, turned around and saw Lu Yinshuang standing at the door with his hands behind his back, without a mask, looking at him displeasedly with frowns.

"Senior." Chang Jingyu suddenly felt guilty, and subconsciously picked up the medicine bottle and wanted to put it back into the Qiankun bag.

"Bring it." Lu Yinshuang came in and reached out to him, "You can't be humiliated, you've gone too far."

Chang Jingyu handed over the medicine bottle obediently, and said unwillingly: "Senior expended spiritual power to stop the falling water in order to cultivate the real realm, so why should he let Fu Qingxiao go like this?"

Lu Yinshuang glanced at the label of the medicine bottle, it was just an ordinary ecstasy drug, and it was the one who threatened Fu Qingxiao just now, so she threw the bottle back to him.

"Fu Qingxiao, I don't care about your sword, do you know how to restore the falling water?" Lu Yinshuang asked him solemnly, "If you don't tell me, it's because you were once the master of the sect. This seat will keep your whole body."

"I do know the solution." Fu Qingxiao squeezed the quilt, forced a smile, "Emperor Zun is worthy of being the master of the sinking state, and Fu Mou is not as broad-minded as Fu."

Holding the jade slips, Lu Yinshuang frowned and decided: "Thank you Lord, come here with Shen Huwei, we have important information."

Fu Qingxiao was slightly taken aback, he just said he knew and didn't intend to confess, but his thoughts subconsciously stopped on that heavy word.

"Tsk, senior, you are too kind to him." Chang Jingyu pursed her lips and was not very happy.

"Don't make trouble, it's important." Lu Yinshuang raised his hand to rub Chang Jingyu's head, but remembered how tall this kid was now, so he restrained himself from putting it down.

Chang Jingyu looked at him with concern: "Senior stopped the falling into the water, no one was hurt."

The sound of footsteps came from outside the door, Lu Yinshuang temporarily turned his hands behind his back and said indifferently, "It's okay, everyone has the same aspirations, and it's not the work of one person."

Chang Jingyu turned to Qing Xiao and said, "Look at the enlightenment of the seniors, aren't you ashamed?"

Fu Qingxiao: "..."

Xie Qiao and Shen Pingfeng knocked on the door and locked it behind their backs. Xie Qiao knew that this was not the time to care about Shen Pingfeng's identity, so he just stared at Fu Qingxiao ferociously and wanted to fry him.

"The disaster of falling into the water is imminent, and I will make the decision for you." Lu Yinshuang stepped back.

Fu Qingxiao looked at the people following Xie Qiao, and remembered that when he fled from Yinxiang Pavilion, he was the one who rescued Xie Qiao.

But what did Lu Yinshuang's words mean?He suddenly didn't dare to think about that slim possibility.

When Shen Pingfeng passed by Xie Qiao's side, he touched his hand as a comfort, stood in front of Fu Qingxiao's bed, then reached out to roll up the top of the quilt to smooth it, and tucked the corners of the quilt.

However, Fu Qingxiao's eyes gradually lit up in this simple movement. He slowly took a breath, then covered his mouth and coughed, and his other hand trembled as he wanted to touch Shen Pingfeng's mask.

He remembered this action. When he first met Shen Pingfeng, his leg was injured and he was lying in bed. Shen Pingfeng jumped in from the window like a thief, and visited him curiously.

His quilt was too big, making him look bloated, weak and lacking in spirit, Shen Pingfeng ran over to roll up the quilt and tucked it back in, and looked at him in confusion.

"It doesn't look like anything." Shen Pingfeng supported the bedpost with one hand, and the young man's smile was full of vigor, "I heard that you only hurt one leg, so next time I'll bring you a crutch, a new restaurant opened on the main street, Let's go try it."

Fu Qingxiao felt that this person was reckless, but he was infected by Shen Pingfeng's non-sympathetic and cautious smile. His heart was injected with blood again, so that all limbs and bones were freed from the shackles of fate, and a little vitality emerged.

"...Okay, what's your name, brother?"

"Shen Xu, Xu from the Xie family."

"Junior brother, long time no see." Shen Pingfeng took a step back, took off her mask and nodded with a smile.

Fu Qingxiao managed to stop coughing, and stared blankly at him for a long time before confirming that this gentle guard Shen was Shen Xu.

"Brother...you are still alive, are you not dead?"

"As you can see, fortunately, I am not a good person who abides by the law. If I hadn't mastered a few southern border magic techniques to escape the golden cicada's shell, then today's cultivation realm would really be ruined." Regular friends for many years.

"I'm sorry, I caused you to suffer." Fu Qingxiao twitched the corners of her mouth with a stiff expression, as if she didn't know what to say for a while.

"It's okay, to be honest, I still hold grudges against Yan Xiao more." Shen Pingfeng said half-jokingly, "I'm doing well now. Thank you, Lord, for being my Lord and friend. I hope you can let go of it as soon as possible."

Fu Qingxiao was silent, Shen Pingfeng stopped talking, and Xie Qiao pinched his knuckles repeatedly, as if Fu Qingxiao dared to do more, and he would go up and beat someone at any time.

"I understand." Fu Qingxiao sighed deeply, making up his mind. Shen Pingfeng didn't hate him, but he had nothing to say to him. Ordinary friends who hadn't seen him for many years seemed to be able to ask the job where they got married, but this topic was obvious. no point.

"Hearing what you said, I felt a little bit of comfort before I died, thank you, and I hope you can..." Fu Qingxiao wanted to say something, but Xie Qiao's eyes were too obvious, he glanced between the two, He changed his mouth and said with a smile, "I wish you happiness."

Xie Qiao dragged Shen Pingfeng back, and the irritability finally subsided a little.

"Di Zun, release the restriction for me, and I will tell you the solution." Fu Qingxiao got off the bed and said seriously.

Lu Yinshuang swept a wave of spiritual power with a flick of his sleeve, and he was not afraid that Fu Qingxiao, who was seriously injured now, would still be able to escape.

Fu Qingxiao took two unsteady steps. There was a mirror in the room. He cleared his throat and changed into a set of clean clothes from his bag.

"The formations in both regions are sub-arrays. The formations underground in Xianlan City are switches. The real main formation is located in the falling water. If the main formation is not destroyed, the sub-arrays will be restored in a very short time. .”

"There are barriers in the main formation. You need to arrange at least two Mahayana masters in each sub-formation, and destroy the sub-formation at the same time. At this time, the supply of spiritual power to the main formation is temporarily stopped. After about fifteen minutes, the main formation will resume. Link with the division."

"It's only a quarter of an hour to destroy the general formation. If you fail, no one can stop the counterattack of falling into the water."

Xie Qiao's surface sank like water, Chang Jingyu frowned and said, "Isn't that going to fall into the water? Can anyone really do it?"

"Murong Yi did it, that's why he was able to set up the general formation...cough!" Fu Qingxiao tied up her hair facing the mirror, and suddenly bent down and coughed.

Chang Jingyu stared at him for a moment, he recognized this set of clothes, he left Yonghe Village like a walking corpse, then met Fu Qingxiao, and fell into his carefully woven net.

"I'm sorry." Fu Qingxiao couldn't hold back anymore, propping up the mirror to apologize to Chang Jingyu, a faint blue flame ignited from his arm, and it exploded and engulfed his whole body in a blink of an eye.

"It's the prison lock!" Lu Yinshuang turned his head and shouted, "Xie Qiao."

Just as Xie Qiao was about to perform a spell to stop the prison lock, Fu Qingxiao in the firelight raised his hand and looked at Chang Jingyu, showing a somewhat lonely smile: "Xiao Jingyu, I can listen to you...call me teacher again... "

The voice stopped abruptly, and Lan Yan turned into a wisp of gray smoke and disappeared without a trace.

Chang Jingyu didn't speak, but clenched his fists and asked Lu Yinshuang, "What should I do?"

"Master Xie, tell everyone the solution, arrange for Xi Tianjun and Rong Yan to go to the Lingshan formation, and remind Jixing Pavilion to guard the coast." Lu Yinshuang thought for a moment and ordered, "As for the general formation, I am in charge."

"How do you get into the sinking water? This matter is related to two realms. I'm sorry I can't agree with you coming forward like this." Xie Qiao flicked his sleeves and said anxiously, "Is there no one in the realm of cultivation? Besides, even if I want to go, I should go , you are Emperor Zun, you must have a certain degree of leadership."

"Calm down, the formation was set up by Murong Yi, you and I combined the power of everyone, can't we really touch his height?" Lu Yinshuang was not affected by Xie Qiao's excitement, and only then did he realize that he still hadn't completely stepped out of it. Regrets from his previous life, he wants to do his best to make this rebirth not in vain, "Remember the fallen immortal, maybe that is the only way to enter the fallen water."

Xie Qiao was concerned. He scratched his hair and thought for a while, then he had a flash of inspiration: "Fallen Immortal can cut out space in the falling water and transfer the falling water arbitrarily. Influence... This is really a challenge comparable to robbing Daowu Secret Realm."

"I believe in you." Lu Yinshuang smiled, "I fell into the water to the shade, my body is cold, and I have some resistance."

Xie Qiao looked at Chang Jingyu, and stabbed him in a bad tone: "Why is Mr. Chang silent?"

"I trust senior." Chang Jingyu said calmly.

"...Okay, I'll contact the leaders of the Cultivation Realm for a meeting right now. If someone rushes to go, don't argue." Xie Qiao waved his hand wearily, and left with Shen Pingfeng.

Chang Jingyu didn't stop him, but Lu Yinshuang was a little surprised.

"I know that no matter how dangerous what you think is, I can't stop it." Chang Jingyu sighed.

Lu Yinshuang was well aware of the dangers of this trip, and frankly planned the worst for Chang Jingyu, "I am the emperor of Linyuan Palace, and I have the responsibility to die for Linyuan Palace."

"But you are still my senior!" Chang Jingyu's eyes suddenly burst into violence, he looked furious, grabbed Lu Yinshuang's shoulders and pressed him against the wall, the hard wall knocked with a muffled sound, "If you dare to die, I will destroy everything you cherish. I want them all to be buried with you!"

Lu Yinshuang said calmly, "Don't make trouble, maybe I will come back alive for you."

Chang Jingyu's aura suddenly disappeared, he leaned over to kiss Lu Yinshuang, biting with a touch of revenge, and acted like a beast with just full wings, until he tasted a bit of fishy sweetness on his lips and tongue, he raised his head and said in a low voice : "It's not maybe, it's definitely. You must come back and take me back to Linyuan Palace, otherwise I will jump into the water and die with you."

Lu Yinshuang lifted Chang Jingyu's mouth with a finger, then hugged him back: "Well, I promise you."

The sky was blazing, and there was no cloud for thousands of miles, only the ice wall that stretched thousands of miles still did not see light.

Swords, lights, swords, shadows, spirits and beasts hang on the boat, and cultivators who come to support can be seen everywhere on the sea. Everyone may be demon cultivators, or they may come from southern Xinjiang, or they may never know each other, or they may stand against each other, but under the ice wall, no one disputes, magic weapon Lingshi was not stingy, and a strong defense line was built in the two borders, besieging the falling water, and countless righteous men went forward, tacitly doing their best to buy time for their homeland.

Just after noon, Emperor Zun Yujian of Linyuan Palace came in person.

The author has something to say: the number of words is exploding...a chapter is not finished, it will really end tomorrow morning_(:з」∠)_

I can’t bear to part with Master, it’s hard QAQ