I will not recognize the debt of the previous life!

Act Four: Like a Moth Embracing the Sun ([-])

Xu Mo was sitting at the table, holding a brush with thick ink, but when he was about to write, he stared at the blank rice paper in a daze.

When he was in Taiyi Xianmeng, he was not required to learn spells, but running and drawing were compulsory courses.He didn't know it at the time, but when his memory gradually woke up, he realized that this was the greatest insult to himself who had completely forgotten about the past.They let themselves paint and make themselves strong, but deliberately did not teach him spells, pulled out his minions, taught him to obey, and completely turned him into a harmless and irresistible book ink.

Thoughts drifted farther, all kinds of past, the plants and trees of Guanchen Mountain, the seven statues in the forbidden area, mysterious and green, one by one passed before the eyes, and the last thing stopped was the back of Shen Yan who resolutely left.

It was a night full of stars, the night was dark, and the galaxy was full of stars.

Shen Yan told him that he wanted to leave.He said that he might not come back, and if there were no accidents, he probably wouldn't.He brought up many reasons, such as the civil war of the Ten Thousand Monsters, such as his kendo not yet mastered, such as he doesn't like the rules of the Immortal League.He was interrupted by himself halfway through his speech and agreed, but before he left, he asked Shen Yan for one thing - the Yangling ghost curse.

The Yangling ghost curse is a kind of curse that kills the person who falls under the curse. The Lei Ze monster can only cast it on one person.Shen Yan has never used it. He said that this curse monster can only be used once in a lifetime, and he hopes that this person belongs to him voluntarily.

Shen Yan didn't agree, both of them knew that he was determined not to come back.

He could only lie to himself that as long as he waited, he would definitely come back, otherwise how would he spend these long years?Unexpectedly, he not only came back in the end, but also gave himself the curse.

In the last life, I tried my best to chase him, but in this life, he is entangled with me.In the last life, he didn't allow himself to say love, but in this life, he asked himself whether he loved or not.Can he get back the scroll that he destroyed in the last life with a wave of his hand?

Destiny loops and overlaps like gears, returning the past one by one.

In a trance, the ink dripped on the paper, he shook his head and came back to his senses.

Shen Yan urged him: "Draw quickly, what are you doing in a daze?"

Xu Mo smiled and shook his head, rubbed the broken rice paper, took a new one and spread it on the table, dipped the pen tip with a little ink, and began to draw on the paper.

But halfway through the painting, he stopped. Shen Yan wanted to see it curiously, but he stopped and crumpled the painting again and threw it aside, and then spread out the third piece of paper and pen to outline.

When Shen Yan picked it up, the ink was still wet, and he could barely discern a human figure from the messy lines on the rice paper, and asked with a trembling voice, "Is this how you see me?"

Xu Mo said seriously: "Yes, you are special in my eyes...don't hit me! You said that you won't be angry if you draw casually!"

"Wouldn't you be angry if I drew you like this?"

After the third watch, Shen Yan stood up and pushed him out of the door, and slammed the door shut, afraid that he would not be able to control himself and beat him.Xu Mo patted outside the door, and soon there was no movement. He pushed open the crack of the door to look quietly, and found that the person had disappeared.He felt a little regretful, didn't he just take advantage of him by driving him away?Maybe Xu Mo is happy that he doesn't have to face him!

Thinking of this, he angrily kicked over the chair by the table, and an inexplicable anger came up.

I let him go and he left, so why wouldn't he be obedient if I made him obedient?I asked him to paint well, why didn't he paint well?

He crumpled the painting again and threw it out. The ball of paper just hit the two balls of waste paper that Xu Mo dropped earlier.Seeing those things, his heart moved, and for some reason he bent down to pick them up and put them on the table.

He unfolded the first sheet first, and there was only a splattered dot of ink.Then he grasped the corner of the second one and tensed up unconsciously.His fingertips trembled, and he felt his heart beating violently in his chest at this moment, fearing and looking forward to what happened next.

The picture scroll was pushed away very, very slowly.

The beauty in the painting jumps into the eyes, lifelike, it is his most energetic appearance.

It was also the first painting that Shumo gave him.

……

After Xu Mo was driven away, he only knocked on the door pretendingly, and went to the gate of the Yu Clan city in a blink of an eye. The Yu Clan was good at flying, and the buildings were built extremely high, as were the city walls.Xu Mo looked up at the twinkling stars in the sky in a daze. The starlight poured over his head, and the dark building stood up in the night, as if inserted into the vast sea of ​​stars.

For some reason, when he saw these stars, he recalled the scene when Shen Yan hugged him in the Lost God Formation, the temperature of his body, and the unstoppable heartbeat.

Why are you still looking for me?

Why is it still moving?

Shouldn't you give up already?

He shook his head to let himself think about business, and now he is standing at the place where he died in battle.Something seemed to flash through Xu Mo's mind, but he couldn't remember that memory as if it was covered in dust.The soul gun is a magical tool for manipulating time. He can see what happened in the past here, so he raised the pen in his hand, the soft tip bent and deformed, and drew the first symbol in the stagnant void.

The pen falls like flowing clouds, without thinking.

The last stroke fell heavily, and the city gate, which had just been calm, was suddenly gusted by a gust of wind, which made his sleeve robe rattle, and the ancient books were rustled to the ground.The curse pattern was spinning under the city gate, emitting a faint golden light.A person loomed in the twilight, a tall and straight figure with his back on his back.

There seemed to be thousands of troops gathered under the city gate, and there was no end in sight, but they were facing only one person.

The crowd receded a few feet like a black tide, and there was another silence. Several masters in Taoist robes slowly stood out at the same time, and the magic weapons they held were enough to wipe people out.

Shumo tipped his gun, and said impatiently: "You guys, let's go together."

The danger is approaching, and the phantom is gradually dimming.

Xu Moru was in a daze, desperately wanting to know what happened next.He took out a dagger and pierced the center of the eyebrows, a drop of blood splashed from the center of the eyebrows, floated into the air and merged into the golden characters, the light of the runes instantly became incandescent and dazzling.The blood between the eyebrows is the coagulation of essence and blood, which contains powerful spiritual power.After the blood dripped, the curse lines of the Dao Gate struggled to break free, and flew in clusters, and the picture became clear again.He lost a drop of blood, and he was already dizzy without moving. He had to hold on to the city wall to stand still. Next:

After defeating 20 people from Xianmeng in a row, Shumo was already injured.He was short of breath, looked at the person in front of him, and sneered: "How dare you come to see me?"

The man stood with his hands behind his back, and said with a gentle smile, "Long time no see, Master."

"Stop calling me Master!"

Shumo stared at him, his eyes were entwined with hatred and pain, and his anger was burning like a flame in his throat: "I only accepted you as an apprentice, taught you spells, taught you martial arts, and asked myself how much I care for you, why are you so angry?" To do this?"

The corners of Ling Ming's lips curled slightly, and he slowly repeated what he said, and suddenly burst out laughing.He approached Shumo, and replied in a low voice: "He is my enemy, the enemy of the Taiyi Immortal League. He took away my relatives, and he will also take you away. You ask me why I did this? Because no matter what I do If you don't do it, you will leave me and become a fairy with him!"

Shumo's hands were trembling, he closed his eyes tightly, and almost gritted his teeth to bear it.Being rejected by Shen Yan, waiting endlessly, and being abandoned by his brothers, these are certainly painful, but the words of the apprentice are also a sharp knife pierced in the heart, and the wound does not see blood.

There was sadness in Ling Ming's smile, and he said, "Master, in the future you will understand that I am right."

Shumo opened his red eyes, and he smiled miserably, as if laughing that he had nothing.

"Okay, then I will clean the door myself today."

After three years of retreat, his marksmanship has become superb, dancing like a begonia flying, Ling Ming's eyes flashed, and he was already close.The two passed by each other, and almost no one saw his movements clearly when they got close, but the people standing in front could feel the murderous aura of the gun.

After one move, Shumo stood motionless on the spot, while Ling Ming slowly raised his hand to cover his eyelids, blood trickled out through his white fingers, but he was still smiling.

Shumo said lightly: "That's right, I taught you the barrier-breaking spell. It's a pity..."

He wrote quickly on the bottom of his sleeve with his fingers, the air was like a sand table that was broken up, each of his strokes left a trace in the air, drawn as spell lines of different sizes floating in the air.

No one had ever seen a spell used like that.

Someone shouted, "He's using sorcery! No wonder he's so powerful!"

Panic spread like a plague, and the people in the innermost layer took several steps back. One of the female voices yelled loudly: "Handling with monsters all day long, your conduct is really bad! You still don't..."

Shumo suddenly turned his head to stare at Qingyu, there was a rustling sound from the dark crowd, and the activated fairy sword was set in the air and aimed at him.

But Shumo just smiled and said: "Auntie, you are so boring, no wonder Uncle Shangguan doesn't want you! Ling Ming also often told me that his father would hide away when he saw you, for fear of being entangled by you, hahaha ..."

Qingyu's face turned pale for a while, and she trembled with anger.

Shumo flicked the tip of his gun to knock down the rain of swords, and turned his back to face Ling Ming's sword, the sound of the blades colliding could be heard endlessly.

Ling Ming closed his eyes tightly. There were two shocking bloodstains under his eyelids. Even though he was blinded, he remained calm.Shumo quickly whispered a few words of the sealing mantra, but suddenly moved his gaze to a point in the distance, as if he saw something, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.The soul-shattering arrow came towards his chest, and he didn't have time to think about it in the blink of an eye, so he used the soul-suppressing gun to complete the ban just now.

But the arrow passed through the chest at the same time, leaving no trace.

His pupils dilated suddenly, and his movements froze.Everyone in Xianmen took the opportunity to urge the immortal sword that fell to the ground, and the first sword sank into his chest, smashing him into the city gate like a dead leaf, coughing up a mouthful of blood.The severe pain caused his body to react, and Shumo's hand moved, as if he wanted to pull out the sword pierced into his left rib, but the second sword nailed his right hand to the bright red iron gate.Then came the third sword, the fourth sword...

He opened his eyes wide, but the spirit in his eyes had already dissipated.

No one believed that this undead god of war would die easily, and Jian Yu was still falling crazily.

Until his high head hangs down, until the only fire in his eyes is extinguished, until the myth of defeating Qing completely falls away.

But the fear did not subside because of his death. People always felt that he was still alive, and no one dared to move forward to test it. At this time, the side door behind him slowly opened.

The blood stained half of the city gate, and his blood was still dripping down the crack of the gate.

A person walked out of the city, his eyes looking at Shumo seemed to be on the verge of madness.

"Shumo, I'm back."

He seemed unwilling to believe it was true, and raised his hand to touch that person lightly. Perhaps it was the cold body temperature that stimulated him, and he withdrew his hand abruptly, finally realizing that he was dead. I can't reach what I want to say.

The people around took a step back at the same time, they were so overwhelmed by the overwhelming killing intent that they didn't dare to breathe.The next moment, thousands of swords nailed to the wall bounced back in the direction of the Taiyi Immortal League at the same time. The swords seemed to be out of order, and many people standing in the inner circle were killed instantly.

Shen Yan held the body in his arms, gently wiped the blood on his face, as if he didn't see anyone except him.

Who made them kill me?

I won't bear it this time, Shumo.

The wanton and crazy evil spirit suddenly soared into the sky, and the people present had no doubt that as long as this person wanted to, he could kill all the people present.

This terrifying feeling is like that of Hou Qing six years ago. They were afraid of Hou Qing and tried every means to kill the monster, but Hou Qing was reborn on him.

However, Shen Yan's eyes had never looked at anything other than ink, he gently placed him on his knees, put the sword aside, and chanted a spell in a low voice, instantly the world was enveloped in blood red.

He actually wanted to resurrect Shumo with a heaven-defying spell.

He was desperate to complete the spell, but he didn't expect the person beside him who should have been banned by the soul gun to move.