Zhu Xian Qi Yuan gl

In the ancient and dense primeval forest, there was a terrible and scorching smell in the wind. The originally green forest was full of traces of being ravaged by beast monsters. Huge trees fell to the ground in disorder, countless birds and beasts The bones are everywhere, and dark ravines, like ugly scars, are deeply drawn on the ground.

It was also drawn in Yan Hong's eyes like substance, one by one, ugly and hideous.

On the second day after Zhengdao and his party found the Demon Sect disciple, following the increasingly obvious traces of the beast monster, they gradually approached the valley hidden in the deep mountains. The road was full of dilapidated forests, without a trace of life.

At noon, the group of people found the ancient road leading to the Poisonous Snake Valley. The desolate ancient road was dilapidated and corrupt. It was destroyed by beast monsters and widened several times. It didn't take much effort to find it. There was a stench of snakes, and what was even more unbearable was a stench that gradually spread under the sun. The group of people with a clear mind knew exactly what the stench was, and because they knew it, they felt even more uncomfortable.

Xiu's whole body was covered with a faint red mist, which isolated those unpleasant smells. In the swaddling clothes in front of him, Lu Zhixuan's small sleeping face was peaceful and tranquil. Shallow breathing, with a trace of vitality that comforts people's hearts, fragile and precious.

The front door is the entrance of the Viper Valley, and the group of people who stopped at the same time fell into an awkward silence. After a long time, Xiao Yi coughed, and when he spoke, his throat was dry and sore: "Everyone, it seems that the Demon Sect disciple did not lie. It should be here that a great battle broke out between the Demon Cult and the beast monsters. Shall we go in and have a look?"

Yan Hong's mind was blank, and she imagined various scenes along the way, thinking that she was used to the feeling of being unable to breathe under the heavy pressure on her heart, but standing here, Yan Hong realized that she was trembling violently, as if she had lost her five senses, A feeling surged from the bottom of my heart, spreading to all my limbs. It was a kind of groundless fear, but what was I afraid of?There was a blank blank in my mind, I couldn't think anymore, and I didn't dare to think!

The winding and twisting ancient road sank into the valley with many scars. I don't know what is the scene on the other side?

No one spoke, Faxiang looked around, and whispered a Buddha's name: "Since we are here, there is no point in giving up, let's go in."

There is no point in giving up, everyone understands this truth, but there seems to be something weird in that valley, quietly affecting everyone's emotions, worrying and depressing.

"Let's go." Lin Jingyu clenched the Dragon Slaying Sword tightly, with a solemn expression, and walked towards the valley first, the slightly trembling tip of the sword was talking about how hard his clenched hands were.

The dragon-slaying sword has no regrets when it is out of its scabbard, it slays all evil spirits, from a boy to a young man, this sword has accompanied Lin Jingyu for more than ten years, and it has also been cut in the memories he can't let go of. Looking at Lin Jingyu With a tall and straight back, Xiu followed, and the others followed one after another.

Yan Hong stepped forward, very stiff, Lu Xueqi kept a few steps away from Yan Hong, silently watching Yan Hong's every move, Lu Xueqi could clearly see the abnormalities that others could not find, but she didn't ask, just Accompanied Yan Hong quietly.

The huge valley, the endless forest, walking in the valley of poisonous snakes, the surroundings are dead silent, not even the slightest song of birds and insects. Senran.

The mountain road was winding and winding, and the silence made everyone pay more attention to their surroundings. As they moved forward slowly, the strong stench that could not dissipate in the air stimulated everyone's nerves. As the mountain wind became more and more obvious, another kind of rancid smell made people feel sick. People want to vomit when they hear it, like an invisible curse, exuding horror.

Yan Hong realized that walking was so difficult. Every time she took a step, her body became colder, as if she was gradually sinking into a deep pool of bone-chilling cold. Every step was trembling, and every step was heavy. There was a corner in front of her. A mountain depression blocked the line of sight, but this step seemed to be stepping into an unbearable world, but a pale yellow figure became clearer and clearer.

So scared, so scared!

Walking to the mountain depression, the smell in the air was so disgusting that it was unbearable, even Lu Zhixuan, who was being repaired in her arms, seemed to be writhing in pain.

"Senior Sister Yan!"

Lu Xueqi suddenly exclaimed, everyone turned around and saw Yan Hong rushed to the side of the road with Lu Xueqi's support, before anyone could ask her, she retched desperately in the weeds by the side of the road.

I was dizzy for a while, and I vomited desperately, but I couldn't vomit anything. The uncomfortable smell seemed to fade away with the retching, but my vision became blurred. Who are you laughing at?

But no one laughed at Yan Hong who vomited, because no one knew how long he could last in such an environment, but it seemed another kind of irony.

Yan Hong never felt that she was so hypocritical that she would not be able to hold on because of the stench, but she couldn't suppress her timidity, as if she could only vent out through such an environment and such nausea, and with the dripping tears, she hid her faint Only by going there can we have the courage to face the scene after the col.

Lu Xueqi patted Yan Hong's back lightly, Yan Hong's face was pale, she stopped panting, walked back to everyone, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I..."

Faxiang forced a smile, and comforted him, Xiao Yicai also persuaded: "No one can bear this smell, if it doesn't work, why don't you wait for us outside the valley first."

Yan Hong shook her head, her face was pale and bloodless, but there was an unusual firmness. "let's go."

Both Xiu and Li Xun looked at each other with pale faces, with the same doubts and worries in their eyes. With Xiu's keenness, he had already predicted what would happen after the col, but Yan Hong was too abnormal.

Yan Hong lightly brushed away Lu Xueqi's supporting hand, signaling that she was fine. Lu Xueqi stood beside Yan Hong, shaking her head lightly at the worried Xiu, Xiu's eyes flashed with surprise, and she suppressed her desire to take Yan Hong out of the valley Carefully ask for ideas.

Li Xun walked to Yan Hong's side, nodded, and said in a low voice, "Don't hold on."

Seeing Yan Hong nodding, Xiao Yicai asked everyone to move on, Lin Jingyu continued to walk ahead, but Xiu retreated to Lu Xueqi and Yan Hong, glanced at Yan Hong who was looking ahead, and said softly: "I am afraid that there is a tragic scene ahead. , the smell of blood that can't be suppressed still lingers in the air, you'd better be prepared."

Yan Hong shook her body, still not looking sideways, Xiu frowned deeply, but if Yan Hong didn't take the initiative to confide her thoughts, others would not be able to see through her thoughts, in agitation, her hand was held by Lu Xueqi's cool palm, Xiu deeply Taking a deep breath, Ning Jue added a defensive restriction on Lu Zhixuan, and followed the crowd to the mountain depression.

Getting closer and closer to the corner of the mountain depression, Lin Jingyu, who was walking at the front, was holding the Dragon Slaying Sword in his palm, and began to break out in cold sweat. The stench was already making it difficult to breathe. In the past, I saw the scene in the valley.

His entire body froze, following his abnormality, the people who had crossed the mountain pass one after another, seeing the scene in the Viper Valley, were also stunned like Lin Jingyu.

Just like the tragic Shura Hell in the legend, it appeared in the eyes of everyone under the blue sky and white sun. Countless corpses were scattered inside and outside the houses in the Poisonous Snake Valley. It was broken limbs, torn apart and stained with mud. It was hard to tell whether it was a human or a beast, and there were almost no gaps in the ground.

Even if there was, the exposed land was stained dark black by blood. The deeper the line of sight went into the valley, the more dire the situation became. Lu Xueqi was quite calm, Xiu had long been used to the Asura battlefield, silence was just a memorial to life, there was compassion in Lu Xueqi's eyes, and the holding hands gave her strength without fear.

But when Lu Xueqi saw the crumbling person in front of her, she couldn't help but let go of Xiu, stepped up, stood beside Yan Hong, wanted to help, but stopped.

Yan Hong wobbled and stabilized her figure. She didn't even notice Lu Xueqi who was stepping forward. Her eyes were fixed on the scene in front of her. She trembled violently and her face was numb. The purse, condensed into courage, still supports her, supporting a sliver of luck.

Ridiculous and humble, but Yan Hong gritted his teeth and walked forward with more people, with a heart that was so constricted, a heart that couldn't tell, and endured it alone.

Stepping on the blood-stained soil, stepping over countless bones, they walked all the way to a mourning hall. A coffin made it look like a mourning hall. This was the place where the most intense fighting took place. Yan Hong stepped in first, searched When they got up, everyone moved one after another, Xiu and Lu Xueqi took the children and stood guard at the door.

One after another, many familiar figures from the Demon Cult were among them: Bai Duzi, Vampire Old Demon, Patriarch Duanmu...

The demon sect murderer who once ruled the world and called the wind and rain, but now he is dead, a lifeless corpse, lying in this dilapidated mourning hall.

With the deepening of the investigation, many famous figures of the Demon Sect, the three major disciples of the Poison God of the Wandumen, and important figures of the Hehuan Sect were all buried here.

Yan Hong stopped and did not dare to move forward. She never claimed to be strong, but she was never weak either. Why did she still blur her vision? The further she walked, the strength seemed to be losing little by little, and the hot purse inside her skirt gradually became cold. My chest is so cold, it hurts, it hurts.

Standing so stiff in the middle of the mourning hall, with clear eyes, but still unable to move, the people who searched around gathered in front of the mourning hall, not far from Yanhong.

"A lot of people have died here, all the important figures of the Devil's Cult are here, and it seems that the Wandumen are all dead."

It doesn't matter who is talking to Yan Hong who is standing still, Fa Shan and Yan Hong passed by, walked to the crowd, and said in a low voice: "The same is true for the open space behind the house, and many of the Acacia faction died. Even Madam Sanmiao is, is there..."

Bang!

The sound of metal was extremely ear-piercing in the dead silent mourning hall, and the people around couldn't help but look towards the place where the sound came from. Yan Hong, who was dressed in blue, turned her back to everyone, with a blood-stained steel knife at her feet. It seems that she accidentally kicked the steel knife and made a sound.

"I'll go ahead and have a look."

A hoarse voice came from the figure with his back to the crowd. After only explaining his whereabouts, Yan Hong slowly walked towards the direction Fa Shan came from. The people who were shocked by the current situation had no time to pay attention to Yan Hong, and no one saw him. Yan Hong raised her hand, and gently wiped away the bright red from the corner of her mouth, the blood was glaring on the hanging white back of her hand!

Xiu wanted to follow, but was stopped by Lu Xueqi, so he had no choice but to go to the side of the crowd, listening to them talk about the clues they found, he couldn't help frowning and asked, "Have you seen anyone from the Ghost King Sect?"

Everyone shook their heads together, then they were startled, Lin Jingyu watched Xiu hesitate to speak, clenched his hands tightly, obviously suppressing something, Li Xun's face was frosty when he heard the words, Xiu was calm, asked again, Xiao Yicai Fangcai said: "A lot of ordinary disciples of the Ghost King Sect died, but it seems that we haven't seen the corpses of famous people."

Lin Jingyu's expression softened, and he couldn't help but walked to Xiu's side. Xiu still had a serious face, and the withered corpses around him made the silence tense. The ghost king, is he such an easy person to deal with?

Looking around, Xiu had a look of evil spirit on his face.

"Miss Heda, what's wrong?" Fa Xiang asked.

Lu Zhixuan woke up, kicking her limbs in Xiu's arms, Lu Xueqi stepped forward and called softly, "Xiu."

The contemplative Xiu came back to his senses, looked at the child in his arms, then looked at Lu Xueqi for a long time, and said calmly to the crowd: "It's nothing, I just think that the disciple of the Ghost King Sect buried here is a bit strange, I don't know if there is something strange, but It's just my guess, I'm already a mountain village savage, this behavior is righteous, and the rest should be paid attention to by senior brothers."

Li Xun hesitated to speak, looked at Xiu and Lu Xueqi who were standing together, and the infant child, clenched his fists and then loosened them, and finally lowered his arms, looked away, Lin Jingyu moved slightly, Xiu had already patted him on the shoulder, just like before.

Xiao Yicai and Fa looked at each other, Faxiang clasped his hands together and nodded, Xiao Yicai said in a low voice: "Beasts, monsters and cannibals, the situation here is dire, but what Miss Heda said, we will pay more attention."

A group of people dispersed again, searched again, Xiu stood in place, glanced around, and stared in a certain direction, as if hesitating, Lu Xueqi sighed slightly, and said softly: "Let's go, let's look for Senior Sister Yan."

Lu Xueqi led Xiu and walked ahead, the place to go was naturally the place where the corpses of the Hehuan faction were piled up.

The Hehuan Sect, the most graceful sect in the Devil's Cult, has now become this pile of bones.San Miao, this one of the most beauties in the Demon Sect, a woman with a high cultivation base, has also become a cold corpse. Even though her appearance is slightly distorted due to fear, she is still beautiful. Compared with those broken and disgusting corpses, this corpse But it is a broken beauty, but with the dust of time, it will eventually turn into a dense white bone skeleton.

Sanmiao seems to represent the final destination of the Acacia lineage, with beautiful faces and bones.

Yan Hong stood in front of the bones of He Huan, her eyes fell on a strand of yellow skirt in San Miao's hand, watching quietly, her heart seemed to have no feeling, or it was just numb from the pain.

Yan Hong bent down slowly, her bones seemed stiff and dull as if they had been withered for a hundred years, she finally bent down, raised her hand and closed San Miao's eyes, stretched out to the broken yellow cloth, without trembling, But it didn't seem to be his own hand, the soul and body were separated, as if watching someone else break open the palm of the corpse and take out the rag.

It wasn't until she held the long yellow cloth strip in her hand, and the mottled blood on the cloth strip gradually faded before her eyes, that Yan Hong realized that she had already burst into tears.

Tears, silent.

Yan Hong wanted to laugh so much, she looked up at the sky, opened her mouth, as if she wanted to shout something, but she couldn't make any sound after all, if she really made a sound, what would shatter from her throat would be,

Jin Pinger, Jin Pinger!

Sure enough, I still hate you, I hate your leaving without saying goodbye, I hate your self-righteousness, you left your purse and left just like that, but I don’t want to hear my scolding, I don’t want to hear me say that I will never see you again.

Do you know that when you leave, it is true that there will be no future!

Don’t you just give up on the words you swore to say because you want to win my heart?Leave a purse, a broken lock of hair, a joke?

Jin Pinger, Jin Pinger!

At the beginning we should all be more ruthless, be more ruthless and you kill me, or I kill you!

Otherwise, it would be better to bury the bones in southern Xinjiang together, or to be buried in that poisonous miasma than to have no bones left.

Unfortunately, you are Jin Ping'er and I am Yan Hong.

I was born and grew up in incense, and I have already imprinted incense in my life. I can be indifferent, but I can't be desperate.

You are an unyielding and wanton Mr. Miao, you obviously want to be affectionate even if you don't care about it, you can take me away, but you have taken my position into consideration.

Everything is like a trick, we are two completely different people, just entangled like this.

Oh, endlessly!

Isn't it ridiculous?

It's ridiculous that after you left, I had to admit that you, a demon girl, who knew things like a god, really stole my heart, but you disappeared.

Jin Ping'er, I'm not as strong as I imagined, no, no!

All of a sudden, a big fire ignited, igniting all the bones of the Hehuan faction, the raging fire whistling with the wind, reflected on the blue cloth, Yan Hong stood in front of the sea of ​​flames, the stronger the wind, the stronger the fire, it would be able to kill Yan Hong They devoured together, but they were still only a few centimeters away from the Tsing Yi, spitting out the tongue of fire, and curled back.

Burn it all to dust, burn it.

The blood-stained yellow cloth in his hand was also swept into the sea of ​​flames by the wind. Yan Hong's clothes and hair were flying, and she stood thin and straight in the flames, looking up at the sky.

The sky is clear, the sun is shining, so dazzling, so bright.

Oh, Jin Ping'er, you hateful witch, you must still be alive, living in a certain corner, maybe a corner called 'Hell', still living like that, laughing at my stupidity, or scolding me for my stupidity?

You wait, on the day when my soul returns to the underworld, I will go to you and get back the things you took away from me.

Not there anymore?It doesn't matter, I'm used to following you.

forget?It doesn't matter, I am Yan Hong.

In the blue clothes, turned around, Xiu and Lu Xueqi, who had been standing there for some time, smiled when they saw Yan Hong, calm and indifferent, just like the light blue clothes, as clear and misty as rain.

"Let's go, it's time to go back and return."

Seeing Tsing Yi walking steadily away, the slender back is so strong, so strong that people have the urge to cry.

"Xueqi, Senior Sister, have you ever cried?"

"Crying."

I have cried, I have cried, I have cried.

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Author: Woo~ Sister Hong!Whoa!

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