The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

During Tianding's four years, many things happened.

It is fixed in March every four years.

The original four sects of Immortal Dao fell, and the Demonic Dao used killing to prove the Dao, fulfilling its ambition of waiting for the barbarians, and seized the orthodox position of the Taoist sect.

April.

Xu Xingzhi woke up slowly from the soul washing technique.

From then on, Xu Xing died and Xu Ping was born.

In May, Lord Guangfu, who was imprisoned in the main altar because of his stubborn temperament, almost scolded his guards with a red mouth and poisonous tongue, so that he was tortured by demons. Biting, and then the sour water broke the surface, ruining his original appearance like a messy candle stub after burning overnight.

However, this man was born with a tough body, suffered many tortures, and lost his tongue, yet he still glared at the people who came to see his jokes.

When Jiuzhideng thought of this person, when he looked again, he failed to recognize that this person was the strict and arrogant Guangfu Junyue Xiyun on Fengling Mountain back then, with eyes higher than the top.

Looking at his broken face, Jiuzhideng was silent for a long time, poured a bottle of strange poison with him, chopped off his arms, and abandoned him to the wilderness.

June.

Lin Haoxin, Tu Yiping and other four Danyang disciples pretended to approach Jiuzhideng in an attempt to seize the key to the Wildland, but they were discovered by Wen Xuechen, and they were taken into custody. They followed the same pattern and were pushed into the Wildland.

It's also June.

Tao Xian in the wilderness was bitten by a wild animal. The wound was infected and festered.

July.

Wen Xuechen asked Jiuzhideng for the wild key, and wanted to send someone to find out whether Tao Xian, who was carrying the fragments of the world book, was dead, and how Qu Chi, who knew the real situation of the world book, was doing now.

After Jiuzhideng taught Wen Xuechen the heart formula to open the gate of the wilderness, Wen Xuechen ordered his disciples to carry the Lingmao mirror to explore, and it was confirmed that although Qu Chi met Meng Chongguang and others, his mind was lost, and most of his past was forgotten, and his words and deeds They are all like children, not enough to cause trouble.

As for Tao Xian, the disciples who came to report said that several people squatted beside the pagoda for half a month, but they did not see his whereabouts.

Wen Xuechen was relieved just now.

August.

Jiuzhideng issued an order to change the name and change the service system.He ordered the disciples of all branches to call him "Mountain Master", and the title of Zunzhu was completely discarded.

The important branch of the magic way headed by Chilianzong changed the purple clothes and black robes they used to wear, and inherited the uniform uniform system of the old four sects.

October.

The sixth batch of demon disciples sent by Wen Xuechen to investigate outside the mountain returned without success.They searched all over Dachuan and Daze, but they couldn't find where the disciples of Fengling and Danyang who were separated at the beginning were hiding.

November.

Meng Chongguang was addicted to blood for the first time in the wild.

The heavenly demon is originally a spiritual creature born of heaven and earth, receiving the blessings of the universe and enjoying the innocent beauty.However, the wilderness is bitter and cold, and the aura is thin. Since Meng Chongguang entered it, he has changed his previous lazy nature. Apart from looking for Xu Xing who may be somewhere in the wilderness, he has been practicing wholeheartedly.

However, when his cultivation base has been greatly improved, it is at the cost of damaging his wisdom heart.

When the blood-sucking addiction first broke out, he was babbling and looking around.

Meng Chongguang staggered and ran out of the tower, killing a passing beast.

While sipping blood, he curled himself up tremblingly, covering his head and face, thinking, brother, don't show up at this time, don't see him like this, it's too ugly.

December.

The world's Tusu wine has just come out of the cellar, and the streets and alleys are filled with the intoxicating aroma of the wine.

The change of Taoism, the change of master of the four schools, and the birth, old age, sickness and death of people in the wilderness have not affected the joy in the world.

In this way, day after day, month after month, 13 years passed in a flash.

Xu Xingzhi sprung up like bamboo shoots at the joints, watching the wind and growing, from a soft little dumpling to a young man like a blue cloud and a white crane.

He likes to hold an ordinary folding fan, wandering in the streets and alleys, Walangoushe, drinking friends like a cloud, two or three close friends.I know a little of the piano and a little of the flute, but it's a pity that I don't have all the five notes; I read a lot of books, and I have some knowledge of kendo, but it's a pity that I don't study it intensively.

In the 13 years since he lost his right hand, he still lived happily and vividly.

The past and the past are all ashes, and the days are as stable as a long stream of water, gurgling by, and it seems to continue like this forever.

One day, he took his younger sister Xu Wutong to the countryside for an outing.After making a series of water floats with broken tiles, he lay down on the grass by the pond, holding his head in one hand, looking up at the sun and the clouds coming out of Xiuxiu, thoughtfully.

The long-haired girl in a light-yellow feather jacket knelt beside him, using the small stove that she brought with her to boil wine with green plum branches and boiling water.

Seeing Xu Xingzhi in a daze, she asked softly: "What are you thinking, brother?"

Xu Ping, or Xu Xingzhi, looked at Xingyun from a distance and said slowly: "...I had a dream."

The girl looked at him, waiting for him to say the following, but after Xu Xingzhi said it, he didn't say another word, as if the dream was just as light as a floating cloud, and it was only worth mentioning it, and it wasn't even worth talking about.

The girl didn't continue to ask questions.After all, Jiuzhideng has never been an inquisitive character.

Jiuzhideng really didn't take this matter to heart.

A few days later, when he turned into a phoenix tree and cleaned Xu Xingzhi's study, Jiuzhideng found a stack of Qingjiang papers on Xu Xingzhi's desk.The handwriting on the paper is iron-drawn with silver hooks, and it is full of spirit. You can tell it is from Xu Xing's handwriting at a glance.

Jiuzhideng didn't pay attention to it at first, and arranged the messy paper layer by layer. When he put it back on the table, his eyes turned casually, and when he glanced at a certain line on the paper, his liver and gallbladder split in an instant. .

The word "Meng Chongguang" looked like three pieces of soldering iron. After it burned white in the flames, it was stuck into his eyes. The pain caused his throat to contract for a while, and he fell down on the chair, dazed. Hard to say.

... How can senior brother still remember Meng Chongguang? !

This ghost has obviously disappeared for 13 years!

The senior brother has completely forgotten his past. Everything he sees and touches around him has been carefully selected by him. There will be no one thing that will remind him of the old things and people in the past. back to their lives? !

This world is a huge lie carefully compiled by Jiuzhideng for Xu Xingzhi. All the people in this world are the incarnation of Jiuzhideng, and he can let his spiritual consciousness fall on anyone.

Therefore, after Xu Xingzhi woke up from a nap, he unexpectedly found that his father Xu Sanqiu was sitting beside his bed, looking down at him tenderly.

He and his father are like brothers, so Xu Xingzhi didn't pay much attention, and after rubbing his eyes, he lazily yawned: "Father, what's the matter."

After the yawn, a tear hung on his long limp eyelashes.Father stretched out his hand and wiped away the tears with his fingertips naturally: "Ping'er, who is Meng Chongguang?"

Xu Xingzhi paused for a moment, then said relaxedly: "Have you seen my script?"

"...Why did you suddenly remember to write a storybook?"

Xu Xingzhi said nonchalantly: "I see that there is a seller of story books over the Tianqiao. Well-written ones are in short supply. A book can sell for a lot of money."

"Nonsense. Is the family short of your money?"

"Let's write for fun." Xu Xingzhi didn't care at all, but when he saw his father's complexion was not very good, he quickly changed his tone, "If you don't like me writing these, I won't write in the future."

Father sighed: "Study hard is the right way."

Xu Xingzhi is well versed in the ancient motto of family and everything, and sincerely stated: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes."

Seeing Xu Xingzhi's obedient and smiling face, his father raised his hand to stroke his temple hair: "...Meng Chongguang is a special name. How did you think of it?"

Mentioning this matter, Xu Xingzhi revealed the thoughtful expression on the riverside that day.

"...I had a dream a few days ago, and I couldn't remember anything after waking up, except for this name."

Xu Xingzhi recited the three characters "Meng Chongguang" silently, only to feel that the name was recited smoothly and smoothly, as if he had recited it thousands of times in an unknown place: "...I think this name is quite good."

His father stared at him with extreme displeasure.

Xu Xingzhi let out a dry cough, and immediately showed weakness: "No matter how good it is, I won't write it anymore! It's so decent to play with things and lose one's ambition!"

Hearing what he said, his father's facial muscles relaxed a little, and he motioned for him to get up and wash up quickly, while he got up and walked out of the bedroom.

But when he walked to the door, he hesitated for a while, then turned his head and asked: "...Ping'er, where are the fragments of the artifact that can open the door to the wilderness mentioned in your storybook scattered?"

Xu Xingzhi raised his eyebrows, and his flying look seemed to be very tempting: "Have you seen it? It seems that my writing is still good....Do you really want to know?"

Father said: "... I am a little interested."

Xu Xingzhi spread his hands and said, "I haven't thought about it either. I'll tell you when I think about it."

The father reached out to hold the door frame, and asked again: "What happened to Meng Chongguang in the end?"

Xu Xingzhi put on his socks casually: "Since it's just an essay, let him come out of the wilderness."

In the Green Bamboo Hall, Wen Xuechen's face turned livid after hearing him briefly explain the cause and effect of the incident: "What is he doing all of a sudden?"

Jiuzhideng felt extremely depressed in his heart: "Senior brother said that he had a dream at night, which brought blessings to his soul, so he wrote it before he thought about it."

"Can you ask him what he really wants to write?"

Jiuzhideng said: "Probably I want to write about Meng Chongguang leading the people to escape from the wilderness."

"Tell him to stop writing immediately!" Wen Xuechen said in a cold voice, "No one knows the magic power of the World Book so far. He must not be allowed to continue writing!"

Nine Branches replied: "I have already done so."

... As early as two days ago, when Xu Xingzhi was sleeping at his desk, the lampshade was not closed properly, the lamp oil leaked out, the lamp flower exploded, a spark or two splashed out, landed on the paper, and the fire spread rapidly.

Thanks to "Xu Wutong" who discovered it in time, Xu Xingzhi's hair was not burned.

However, half of Xu Xingzhi's desk and the manuscript that he wrote a paragraph later were completely destroyed.

Even so, Nine Branch Lamps still looked pale.

He understood Xu Xingzhi's personality, but Wen Xuechen didn't.

Wen Xuechen asked: "...After the manuscript was burned, he quietly started writing again?"

Jiuzhideng's expression was uneasy, and he acquiesced to Wen Xuechen's statement.

Brother's temperament is just like this, but whatever he is interested in, he can't change his will even if he is forced to do so. The more he is forbidden, the more interested he will be. Besides, Jiuzhideng has been his father for many years, and he has always been lenient to him Gentle, it would be bad if he used means this time to forcefully suppress him and arouse his suspicion.

At this time, Jiuzhideng actually remembered the Lord of Guangfu who punished his brothers for copying books and scriptures in the past.

Although this move is crude, it is very effective, it forced the senior brother to complain, he felt like a tiger when he saw the brush and inkstone, he didn't have the heart to write anything.

However, once the brother's memory was lost, even this layer of fear was completely forgotten.

Jiuzhideng asked: "Have there been any changes in the wilderness recently?"

Wen Xuechen replied: "Yesterday, a disciple reported that Meng Chongguang was very peaceful. ... But the most important thing now is how Xu Xingzhi should deal with it."

Nine Branch Lamps pondered.

He knows his brother's temperament, if he wants to do something, it will only be counterproductive to stop him; but if it goes smoothly, he will most likely feel bored halfway through, and die on his own.

He said: "...It's better for him to write it. Brother mentioned the matter of the wild key in it. If he continues to write, he can also know where the location of the wild key is hidden."

He thought that Wen Xuechen's cautious temperament, eager to calculate everything in every possible way, would stop him from this risky approach, but who would have thought that he would agree after only a short thought: "... yes."

Leaving the Green Bamboo Hall, Wen Xuechen leaned on the back of the wheelchair, pinching the bone of his nose as if wearily.

Thirteen years have passed, and his hair, which was originally blue and hidden, has completely turned into a head of white hair. Under the sapphire hair crown, it shows a bit of elegance like snow.

A disciple saw him sitting withered in front of the steps, so he came to ask him: "Senior Brother Wen, are you okay?"

Wen Xuechen broke away from his contemplation, and asked back: "Is there any important matter between the four gates that needs to be dealt with by the mountain master immediately?"

The disciple said: "Brother Hui Wen, there is nothing important recently."

Wen Xuechen asked again: "No?"

This person is also considered intelligent, and after Wen Xuechen asked the question twice, he understood, thought for a while, and said: "Brother Wen, recently some disciples saw scattered Danyang disciples haunting the Shouyang Mountain area. , someone has gone to investigate this matter."

But Wen Xuechen was not very satisfied with this answer: "Is there any more?"

"Also..." The disciple turned over all the matters in his mind, "By the way, recently there is a traitor blood sect disciple who is wandering around Binyang, sucking blood and raising blood gu. The mountain lord has ordered us to go there Pursue."

"The disciple who went to pursue him is his opponent?"

"This person has cultivated to the third level of Jindan, so it is naturally difficult for ordinary disciples to deal with him, but..."

"Okay, let's go in and report to the Mountain Lord." Wen Xuechen said, "Just say that the Blood Sect has not caused trouble for so many years. At this time, there is a sharp-edged one. If the Mountain Lord does not take action and punish him severely, it is inevitable that there will be crowds. And imitate it... But you don't have to mention that I asked you to pass the message, do you understand?"

Hearing this instruction, the disciple hesitated a little in his heart, but then he thought about it. Since he entered the mountain, Wen Xuechen has followed the mountain master Jiuzhideng, and whenever he dealt with affairs, the mountain master trusted him wholeheartedly. He would not do anything to intentionally harm the four sects, so he agreed and entered the hall.

In the middle of the night, after accompanying Xu Xingzhi to have dinner in the illusion, Jiuzhideng just left the mountain gate.

After he left, Wen Xuechen rode the cart into the Green Bamboo Hall, put his hand on the cinnabar inkstone, and stimulated his spiritual power.

Wen Xuechen knew that once Jiuzhideng went out for something, he would add some spiritual power to the food and drinks to make Xu Xingzhi go to bed early, otherwise if he had nothing to do, he would go out to hang out with drinking friends, and Jiuzhideng was not around , it is easy to expose flaws.

For a long time, Jiuzhideng has worked hard for Xu Xingzhi, tailoring clothes according to the circumstances, creating a Taoyuan Township, trapping him in it, and making him dream for 13 years.

Now, it's time to wake up from this dream.

Wen Xuechen has always had doubts about the effectiveness of the soul washing technique, and Xu Xingzhi has now written Meng Chongguang's name in his own hand, which undoubtedly touched Wen Xuechen's deepest worries and taboos.

——Has Xu Xingzhi already remembered?

If he really remembered the past, then he must have noticed the truth of this world, but he just pretended not to know and was just succumbing to the nine-branch lamp.

Before that, although Xu Xingzhi had no way of knowing the fact that he had the World Book hidden in his body, but if Jiuzhideng blocked him from writing the story book, with Xu Xingzhi's own intelligence and intelligence, if he guessed one or two, then Then everything is really over.

These words are useless even if they are analyzed in detail with the nine lamp bars.

Jiuzhideng's feelings will make him unable to distinguish between right and wrong, black and white, and his priorities.

Since he is his staff member, Wen Xuechen should do things for him.

He concealed his breath and stepped into the washer in the darkness.

There are strings of bright yellow flowers growing on the side of the courtyard. The fragrance of the flowers is clear and intoxicating.

The lights and shadows outside the courtyard wall are projected into the small courtyard, blocked and divided by the courtyard wall, and the courtyard is divided into two halves, one half is dark and the other half is bright.

Wen Xuechen walked slowly towards the house along this dividing line.

It didn't take long for him to come to Xu Xingzhi's room.

The man was already fast asleep, sleeping with the quilt defenseless, unaware of what was going to happen next.

Wen Xuechen sat in the wheelchair made for him by someone in front of him, and silently came to his side,

He didn't hate Xu Xingzhi, but for the sake of the overall situation, it would be cleaner if he died.

Thinking of this, he raised his sleeves, and the sapphire roulette flew out, hanging on Xu Xing's neck.The roulette was spinning idly, and just a little force was enough to cut off his head.

However, for some reason, after more than a hundred rounds of the roulette wheel, Wen Xuechen couldn't move at all, and his heart, which hadn't responded for a long time, began to throb faintly. Swing the sleeves and put the roulette back into the sleeves.

Due to the spiritual power in his body, Xu Xingzhi still slept soundly, ignorant.

Wen Xuechen turned her back, supported the edge of the wheelchair, and pressed her chest. When she regained her composure, she looked at Xu Xingzhi again, but her vision was blurred.

He was slightly stunned, and raised his hand to wipe his eyes, only to find that his fingertips were stained with transparent water.

Wen Xuechen yanked the wheelchair and shook it out of the room. It was only after sitting in the main room for a long time that she managed to control her emotions.

...No, he has to...

At the thought of killing Xu Xingzhi with his own hands, Wen Xuechen felt nauseous and painful.

But there is still a sliver of rationality supporting him, reminding him that since he came here, he can't let him go easily, and if he procrastinates any further, anything may happen.

After calming down for a while, Wen Xuechen looked around the room, and after a while, a plan came to his mind.

Although this is an illusion fabricated by Jiuzhideng, it still belongs to the territory of Simen. Some time ago, due to the complexity of various things, Jiuzhideng handed over the management and control of the wild key to him.

Left and right Wen Xuechen is not in good health, so he will not leave Fengling easily, and he has always been safe in dealing with things, so it is safe to put the key on him.

Wen Xuechen stroked the brocade bag on his waist, thought about it, and then returned to the house.

... He has a strategy that kills two birds with one stone.

Back in front of the bed, Wen Xuechen put his two fingers together, mobilized his spiritual power, and dispelled the blinding technique on Xu Xingzhi's face, revealing his true face.

For 13 years, Xu Xingzhi misunderstood the appearance of this luxuriant spring pine, thinking that he had an ordinary face.

Immediately, Wen Xuechen concentrated his energy, and simply created an illusion formation, and without any hesitation, pushed Xu Xingzhi straight into it.

No matter how soundly a person sleeps, if he suddenly falls into a piece of cold water, his mind should be clearer.

Xu Xingzhi's eyelids flicked for a moment, and just as he opened them, Wen Xuechen suddenly threw a white light into the formation, which made the man let out a low cry and sat up.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Wen Xuechen did not show up, and only used the method of sound transmission, pretending to be mysterious: "...you are here."

Probably because of a heart attack just now, Wen Xuechen felt his voice hoarse and weaker than before when he opened his mouth. He held his chest and pressed it hard twice before freeing up some strength, and said in a deep tone: "...you have to kill him .”

Xu Xingzhi quickly calmed down: "...Who is it?"

He replied: "Meng Chongguang.

Just now, Wen Xuechen made a decision.

... He can throw Xu Xingzhi into the wild!

This move seems to be very risky, but after careful calculation, the results are very impressive.

Meng Chongguang's current level of spiritual power is no longer what it used to be. If it continues to develop, even if Xu Xingzhi doesn't write down these things, he will cause big trouble sooner or later.

With his current cultivation base, who else in the world can get close to him and take his life without anyone noticing, besides Xu Xing?

Qu Chi was the only one in the wilderness who knew for sure that Xu Xingzhi was carrying the World Book. However, the people who checked him reported that Qu Chi's memories were scattered, his mind was lost, and everything that happened on Danyang Peak was completely forgotten. Net, determined not to affect his plan.

All in all, if the assassination is successful, Meng Chongguang, the confidant of Jiuzhideng, will disappear.

If the assassination fails, Xu Xingzhi will surely die if he enters the wilderness with a mortal body.

No matter what, it is beneficial and harmless to the nine lamps and the current four gates.

For the sake of safety, when Xu Xingzhi didn't realize it, Wen Xuechen fabricated a simple memory of Meng Chongguang harming the four sects and endangering the "original owner", and entered it into his mind silently, so as to help him make up his mind as soon as possible to eliminate Meng Chongguang .

After a few simple words, Wen Xuechen calmed down, recited the mantra in a low voice, raised his hand and threw the wild key into the formation, imagined the gray semi-circular light door, and meditated on a most suitable landing place for Xu Xingzhi.

...Didn't Yue Xiyun always regard Xu Xingzhi as a skeletal bone, wanting to kill him and then hurry up?

Even though he is now insane and demented due to drugs, wandering in the middle of the wild, eating human flesh, Wen Xuechen still feels that he should fulfill his little wish.

A rain fell in the wilderness, and the vast smoke and ashes were washed away a lot.

Meng Chongguang had just finished a fruitless search and returned to the tower, feeling depressed and bored.

He sat in front of the pagoda, leaning on his sword and listening to the stream, and spent half a day in awe, until the "dark night" in the wilderness came, and then he stood up from the moss-covered stream rocks, straightened his wrinkled clothes, and walked away .

Yuan Ruzhou came out of the pagoda at this time, and seeing him walking towards the northwest, he couldn't help asking: "I just came back, are you leaving again?"

Meng Zhong baldly replied without looking back: "I'm just going to relax."

He trekked in the wilderness, just like what he did every day and night for 13 years.

Ordinary people choose nothing more than streams, mountains, and green waterfalls for relaxation, but they are probably used to the cruel scene of the jungle in the wilderness. Meng Chongguang strolled to a corpse hiding place located in the northwest of the tower.

... Where there is no senior brother, they all look the same everywhere, there is no difference.

In the wild, everyone has their own place to live.Just like Meng Chongguang, in order to let his brother find the way home as much as possible, he worked hard for years and built a huge tower in the middle of this wilderness.

The same is true for the Fengshan Mountain, which is a hundred miles away from the pagoda, and the corpse hiding place, which is thirty miles away from the pagoda.

After entering the wilderness, Meng Chongguang only focused on looking for his senior brother, and he would not take the initiative to trouble the people around him. In comparison, it was so quiet that Meng Chongguang almost never saw any moving objects around the corpse hiding place.

However, today's Meng Chongguang took advantage of the dim light wheel in the sky to rarely see the unrecognizable mandrill-like owner in the corpse field.

He squatted on the pile of corpses, surrounded by blue fireflies, with a ghostly aura, his naked and muddy back pointed at Meng Chongguang, and the two long razors that replaced his arms cut out the chest cavity of the fresh corpse in front of him. Open, stab out the heart that is still beating in the corpse, bite it in the mouth and chew, making a chirping sound.

Meng Chongguang was originally a clean-spirited person. Although this monster looked fierce, it did not pose any threat to him. It's just that he just wanted to relax and didn't want to provoke trouble, so he changed his pace and planned to leave.

Just as his eyes glanced over the pile of corpses, the right arm of the corpse that was being devoured hung down weakly and landed on the pile of corpses.

——On that wrist, there was a finely carved wooden hand.

For a moment, Meng Chongguang only felt that the wooden hand came alive.

It protruded towards its own chest, easily opened a big hole, found the position of the heart accurately, and crushed it into a handful of bloody ashes.

He didn't know how he came to Xu Xingzhi's side, when he hugged the still warm corpse with bloody hands and trembling body, and wiped off the blood stains on the man's face, Meng Chongguang was stunned.

The person he had been looking forward to for 13 years was lying in his arms, turning into a warm and dissipated corpse with all six gods dead.

...Meng Chongguang felt that he was probably dead.

But why did the dead man scream like mad?

Why can the dead make such a mournful cry as if they were being strangled?

Why do dead people suffer like this?

He was seized by the extremely deep and extremely cold darkness, and was dragged all the way into the wet mud.Amidst the devastated, hopeless, scattered thoughts, a voice grew louder.

... No, he doesn't accept it.He would rather die than accept it.

Even with that method...

By the way, yes, there is that method!

After finally suppressing the spiritual power that spread wildly, Meng Chongguang raised his scarlet eyes and looked around dejectedly. He saw that all the carrion corpses in the corpse hiding place had been crushed to the bone and ashes, and the light wheel in the sky sank slightly to the west. The thin clouds all over the sky seemed to be urged by spiritual power, covering a corner of the light wheel.

Meng Chongguang tried his best to restrain his frantic thoughts, put down the breathless corpse in his arms, and shuffled stiffly to dozens of steps away, meditating on the turtle's breath, united his spirit and spirit, and integrated his body and mind. After doing it once, the hands quickly formed an array in front of the chest, the fingertips were filled with golden light, and the remnants of flint and stars formed extremely complicated shadows in the void.

However, within an instant, there was a burst of flames that shot up into the sky, engulfing him in an instant.

When he opened his eyes again, before he could see the surrounding scene clearly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his internal organs were burning like coals, the pain was so painful that he just wanted to pass out.

However, he struggled to raise his head, only to see that the light wheel was in the middle of the sky, the thin clouds had not yet gathered, and about ten miles behind him was the tower he had just left.

——He went back to about a stick of incense.

There are thousands of strange things in Taoist formations, and there are hundreds of strange things, among which there are many mysteries.

And there is a method called "Lanke".

In the legend about Lanke Mountain, the woodcutter only watched a game of chess in the mountain, but the world has passed a thousand years. This game is related to the change of time, so it got its name.

The effect of this array is simple, in short, it is turning the sun and the moon back, turning back the time, you need to have a quiet spiritual consciousness, trace the past, open a door of spiritual consciousness in yourself at a certain moment in the past, and go back to the past , with all unfulfilled wishes.

This rotten formation method is extremely tricky and difficult. It can only be set up for a while, and one door can be opened. After the door is fixed, it can no longer be changed. Man Huang has cultivated himself for many years, and with his cultivation level when he first entered Man Huang, it is absolutely impossible for him to successfully march.

In addition, the most difficult and dangerous part of this formation is that the person who draws the formation needs to integrate all the loads, causes and effects caused by the reversal of time and space, and the result is no different from a gun.

It was only a short period of time for a stick of incense, and Meng Zhongguang felt pain in his five internal organs, and he could even hear crackling and burning sounds from inside his body.

There were mottled and scorched burn marks on his face and body.

But how could he care about these things?

Almost fighting for his life, Meng Chongguang ran towards the place where the corpse was hidden.

Walking down such a large formation, his body was greatly damaged, and he was unable to condense mana at all. He could only rely on a pair of legs, one foot deep and the other shallow, and rushed towards the place where rotten mosquitoes and flies gathered.

In the distance, he saw a person rushing out from the pile of corpses, followed by the razor monster that he had just slaughtered into a puddle of flesh.

Meng Chongguang staggered towards his senior brother, and shouted after a long distance: "Senior brother! Senior brother!"

However, his vocal cords were fused, the burning pain was unbearable, and his loud shout was suppressed in his throat. Xu Xingzhi couldn't hear it at all, and just ran forward blindly.

Enduring the burning pain in his lungs that was about to burst, Meng Chongguang gritted his teeth and rushed towards Xu Xingzhi.

When he saw himself, Xu Xingzhi obviously stopped walking, and raised the dagger he was holding tightly in his hand, as if he was considering whether to deal with him or the monster behind him waving a razor and roaring.

Sensing his brother's wary gaze, Meng Chongguang knew that his appearance had frightened his brother, so he could only wave his hands desperately, and said in a hoarse voice, "Run!"

After roaring, he exhausted all his strength and collided with the razor monster head-on.

Meng Chongguang went completely crazy.With no spiritual power, he rolled into a ball with the monster and fought frantically. He couldn't remember how many times his body was cut by a razor. Kicking and beating, weeping, letting the scorched flesh fall off his body, he didn't even notice it.

It wasn't until a familiar voice sounded that he was rescued from the vortex of despair: "Okay, okay, it's dead, don't make trouble, be obedient."

Meng Zhongguang stared blankly at the monster that fell on the ground. Its neck was thrown back at an impossible angle, and its throat and neck bones had been cut off.

Xu Xingzhi, whose heart was pulled out by this monster just now, saw the burnt man staring straight at the monster's corpse, and felt pity in his heart. Regardless of his terrible scars, he comforted him in a warm voice: "Look, die!" Yes, really dead."

Meng Chongguang turned around slowly, and looked at Xu Xingzhi greedily and heartbrokenly. After a while, he threw himself into Xu Xingzhi's arms, and burst into tears without warning.

...It hurts too much, brother.Heavy light hurts so much...

Xu Xingzhi was stunned by his unscrupulous crying, and when he came back to his senses, he couldn't laugh or cry, and wiped his tears for him: "Why are you crying? You are human, right?"

Meng Chongguang was already in a state of confusion, and threw himself into Xu Xingzhi's arms, nodding and shaking his head for a while.

After the severe pain, he was finally surrounded by great happiness. The soft and fluffy happiness seemed to have substance, gently hugging his head, and pulling him into the warm and comfortable gentle countryside.

Meng Chongguang leaned against Xu Xingzhi's arms, his head drooped, and he lost consciousness.

"...Hello? Hello!"

Xu Xingzhi turned his head around, and easily found the giant pagoda standing in the southeast direction.

He frowned, as if thinking of something, he put the unused dagger into the sheath, put it back into his waist, put his wooden hand on the waist of the man with burns all over his body, and pulled a piece of his flesh with his left hand A scorched arm wrapped around his neck, carrying him on his back.

He couldn't leave this seriously injured man.

I have to find a place to settle down with him, and then go to think about getting rid of Meng Chongguang and returning to my father and sister.

The repair style of the tall tower in the distance is almost the same as the towers he has seen in this world, maybe he can go there to find out some news.

Xu Xingzhi took a deep breath and walked towards the tower.

Meng Chongguang only felt that he had fallen into the warm and humid mist, and his body, which was too tired to move, was wrapped in the familiar body temperature, so comfortable that he wished he could groan.

The moment the body temperature disappeared, he suddenly woke up a lot, and before he could open his eyelids, he reached out and grabbed the man's sleeve: "Don't go."

Xu Xingzhi was stunned for a while, and said with a smile: "Are you awake? I'll go out for a while..."

The two had just walked out of a dense forest at this time.Xu Xingzhi was a little tired from walking, so he wanted to stop and drink some water.He found a cave beside the forest stream, who would have thought that the moment he put the person down, he would wake up.

Meng Chongguang was about to shed tears, and repeated: "Don't go."

"I'll get you some water." Xu Xingzhi saw his pitiful face with tears in his eyes, and his heart was half relieved. "Wash the wound, and you can drink a couple of sips."

It was only then that Meng Chongguang regained his normal senses. Hearing the sound of the stream that was only a short distance away, he felt relieved. He let go of his painful fingers, and leaned against the edge of the rock obediently, with a small expression waiting for his master to return home. The appearance of a suckling dog.

Xu Xingzhi smiled, and carefully covered the outer robe that had been taken off Meng Chongguang's body a long time ago, for fear that he would catch a cold.

Meng Chongguang only felt tired and weak all over. After his senior brother left, his head became heavy, and within a short while, he fell into layers of dreams uncontrollably.

He didn't have a nightmare this time.

The dream was filled with the atmosphere belonging to the senior brother, so warm that he was reluctant to leave. He just wanted to sink into it for the rest of his life and never leave.

... As for the brother who was covered in blood and had his heart ripped out by that razor monster, it must be just a dream.

Meng Chongguang didn't know how long he slept, but he only knew that this was the deepest, best, and sweetest sleep since he entered the wilderness. body of.

It wasn't until Meng Chongguang realized something was wrong and convulsed in a cold sweat that he realized a serious problem:

...The brother said he was going to fetch water, why did it take so long?

Soon, Meng Chongguang found Xu Xingzhi who was bitten to pieces in the forest.

A bone snake that had been corroded until only its head remained, swam out of the forest while the brother was bending over to catch the water with his back to the dense forest, and bit off his neck.

Meng Chongguang knelt quietly in the damp forest soil, beside Xu Xingzhi's corpse, his dark eyes seemed to have something in his eyes, but if you looked closely, you could find that he was not looking at anything.

He stared at the emptiness, his lips trembling violently.

He was in a daze just now, but he didn't realize until now that there was no spiritual power flowing in the senior brother's body.

What Jiuzhideng said 13 years ago echoed and murmured in his ears, but it was so clear