The Marshal's Lady of the Actor [Interstellar]

Xiao Wutong counted the time with his fingers.

The senior brother stood by Moxiu's teleportation formation, and it would take ten days from getting the news to rushing back to Tianjianmen.

In the cold prison, he didn't know the day and night, he hugged his icy body, and with a single breath, he insisted on staying down.

Only ten days.

After ten days, the senior brother will take him out.

Then there will be no pain.

Be patient, be patient until the senior brother comes.

He is patient, but there are always people who can't bear it.

On the day he was taken out of the cold prison, it happened to be snowing heavily.

The pure white snowflakes fell on the ground, forming a thick layer, Xiao Wutong didn't have shoes, so he went up with bare feet, unexpectedly he couldn't feel the cold.

Because his body was colder than snow.

The disciple escorting him stopped shortly after walking with him, Xiao Wutong took a low breath to ease the pain in his abdomen, and raised his head to look.

His pupils dilated with shock.

It was a huge building built on a hill.

Cut off the mountain from the middle of the mountain, revealing a flat surface, paved with the best jade, engraved with the strongest talisman, forming a huge jade platform like a mountain.

In the center of the jade platform, there are two tall jade pillars. The top and tail of the two pillars are connected with iron chains engraved with talismans.

This is Zhanxiantai.

Cut off the fairy body, cut off the fairy soul.

On the Zhanxiantai, even reincarnation and rebirth are impossible, because even the soul will be crushed into pieces.

What did he do to be put on the chopping platform!

Crowded crowds filled the jade platform, and when they saw the young man coming, they gave way to a passage.

At the end of the passage, stands the head of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

"Master?"

Xiao Wutong called softly.

The head of the sect snorted coldly, and picked up the sword formula in his hand.

The chain connected to the jade pillar moved like a living thing, and rushed straight to Xiao Wutong, piercing through his body without hesitation.

The chain linking the upper part of the pillar penetrates the lute bone and wraps around the wrist.The chain connected to the bottom of the pillar penetrates the dantian and locks the ankle.

The boy was caught off guard and pulled into the air, and the four chains tightened, securing him in the air.

The wound was torn open, and the pain hit instantly, Xiao Wutong cried out in pain.

But no one listened to his voice.

The chains penetrating through the lutes were blood-soaked red, and the limbs that were forced to stretch were torn like pain.

"Xiao Wutong! Do you plead guilty!"

The master yelled sharply.

The humming continued.

Xiao Wutong couldn't hear anything.

Before the body was completely torn apart, the chains finally stopped tightening.

The bones were broken every inch, and the young man was in pain.

On the brink of death, he finally heard that familiar voice.

"Sycamore."

Brother...

It's brother! !

brother!Save Wutong!

The sycamore hurts so much!It hurts so much!

The pain is unbearable!It hurts so much that I can no longer be a resolute leader!

"Xiao Wutong."

Senior brother's voice was unfamiliar yet familiar, and his figure was extremely blurred in the distance.

"You betrayed Lancang Continent, but now you want me to trust you."

"How can I trust you."

"Anyway, I have been a senior brother for more than ten years. I can't bear to see you die in front of me. From now on, we have nothing to do with you."

The world was dead.

The sound of the Xiaoxiao wind stirred up the blood on the Zhanxiantai, hanging on the boy's skin.

He was dressed in white, making hunting sounds in the cold wind.

But the boy couldn't care less about anything.

What hurts, hurts...

What cultivating immortals, cultivating demons...

What kind of cultivation, spiritual root...

There is nothing left, only a blank in my mind.

He watched the familiar figure gradually go away, leaving himself in the Zhanxiantai, which was tightly bound by death.

Brother?

Brother, don't you want me?

Big drops of warm liquid dripped from the eye sockets, and even the belief that supported the young man to be a strong and brave leader was completely useless at this moment.

"Senior...brother..."

From the dry throat, there was a tearing sound.

The young man who was hanging in the air screamed softly with the last bit of strength in his thin body.

"You... don't want... Indus...?"

The leaving figure was blurred by the tears mixed with blood, and he couldn't see clearly, but that step after step, the footsteps of leaving without nostalgia, beat on the young man's heart like a drum.

It made his soul ache.

The wind carried the desperate voice to the man's ear.

Xiao Wutong heard a vague answer.

"Don't call me brother."

"You have nothing to do with me."

Heaven and earth are dark.

The winter sun hangs high on the zenith, but Xiao Wutong can't see a gleam of light.

His world fell apart.

The young man looked at the person who was going away, his struggling limbs no longer moved.

The iron chain engraved with runes passed through his lute bone, and the magic weapon that sealed his cultivation pierced through his dantian. His limbs were tightly bound and pulled in all directions.

But the boy's body relaxed.

Like a dead person.

The bright sun-like light in his eyes disappeared, and the calmness he had put on for his companions standing behind him disappeared.

The man is alive, but he is dead.

"Master! The time for execution has come!"

"Execution!"

"Expel the traitor! Expel the traitor!"

The monks' voices filled Zhanxiantai.

The ground trembled.

It seems that the one they are about to execute is not the leader who once led the monks to save the precarious Lancang Continent from the demon cultivator step by step.

Not the genius monk who took on heavy responsibilities that did not belong to him as a young man.

It wasn't the young man who forced himself not to show his fragility in order to protect the thousands of monks behind him no matter when and where.

He is not yet weak, and his life has just begun.

But that's why!

He already has such cultivation at such a young age, what if he continues to grow?

If this person who holds naive ideas and does not accept the darkness of the world grows up, what will he do when he sees more and more truths of this world?

The current world of cultivating immortals is already very good, and there is no need for a brilliant, pedantic and stubborn genius to spoil the situation.

The elders of Tianjianmen were divided into four corners, and the head of the sect stood in the middle. Amidst the roar of mountains and tsunami, he drew out his natal saber.

The cold metal reflected the cold light, and circles of sword energy rolled up from the four corners of Zhanxiantai.

Heavy snow fell one after another, falling on the young man's jet-black hair, which soon became one with the viscous blood.

The sword energy cut off the snowflakes on the ground, and a snow fog was raised.

This is the Zhanxian Terrace of Tianjianmen.

Cut off the body, cut off the soul, even a fairy, will be cut into ashes.

"kill!"

The light exploded!

The sword is raging!

The powerful force crushes all sounds in the world.

There is only a strange calm in my ears.

"Father, mother..."

In the silence, a voice suddenly sounded.

"I really don't understand..."

The monks widened their eyes.

On the Zhanxiantai, the young man who was already dead raised his head.

He frowned, looking puzzled.

"Why everything is done as you said."

"But didn't get the result you said?"

Be strong, brave, upright, and kind.

It is your own responsibility, no matter how difficult it is, you must grit your teeth and bear it.

As long as you do it, no matter how difficult it is, it will be resolved, and no amount of pain will eventually disappear.

Then you will become a powerful monk that everyone likes.

But no! ! ! ! ! ! !

When he took over the leadership, he stayed up all night, thinking about how to reverse the decline every day and night.

When fighting Moxiu, he was full of apprehension and fought desperately to be at the forefront.

Even if you want to escape, you want to hide behind your senior brother, and act like a baby to solve all problems like you did when you were a child.

But he still stood up and forced himself to be strong and mature.

Because behind him stood the entire cultivation world!

He has always been proud of it and worked hard for it.

He wants to be a really strong monk who loves and is loved by everyone.

Why! !

It's obviously hard enough!

Why is it different from what my parents said!

Why did my brother say something different?

There must be something wrong!

What went wrong?

Is it Wutong's fault?

He has worked very hard.

Moxiu was driven away, Lancang Continent became better, and everything was moving in a good direction.

How did it get to this point?

what……

he knows...

Tell him to be strong, brave, and kind parents, and they have died in the process of helping their friends solve their troubles.

The only descendant they entrusted to this friend has never received the slightest thanks.

And what about the brother who told him to take responsibility?

he's gone.

Just now.

Dumped him.

Mingming once said that no matter what, he will always like him, never leave him, and guard the person by his side.

Just left so lightly.

It turned out to be like this...

Turns out they were all lying.

To be a person, you need to be kind, upright, strong, and responsible.

That's all kidding.

Only children and fools would believe it.

Indus is not a fool, nor a child.

So Indus understood.

Indus will not believe your words.

Indus knows how to become a powerful monk.

The young man who cut Xiantai raised a bright smile.

It's like an innocent child, showing the purest expression when seeing the things he likes the most.

Uneasy fluctuations in spiritual energy.

The boy giggled, sweet and cute.

The moment of dead silence brought by the sword qi stopped at this moment.

In the whole world, there is only the laughter of teenagers.

"Indus understands~"

The spiritual power swept towards him frantically, and was dyed the purest black when he was more than ten meters away.

It is the purest and most evil black.

"Everyone is lying to Indus~"

The young man kept that smile, his hand moved, and the chain, strong enough to trap a real immortal, was broken instantly like tofu.

He circled in the air, bouncing like a child.

"Indus did so foolishly!"

The spiritual power within a radius of thousands of miles was emptied in an instant, and he rushed towards the Heavenly Sword Gate almost crazily, and chopped down the immortal platform.

The range of blackening has expanded from tens of meters to tens of meters, or even hundreds of meters.

The pure magic energy that the world has never experienced has never occupied this ancient fairy gate so wantonly.

"But Wutong won't be fooled now~"

The devilish energy around his body was almost substantiated, squeezing in desperately against the snow-white skin, Xiao Wutong gave up all means of protection, and let the terrifying force rush into his body.

Go on fire!

That is madness!

The boy just laughed.

Smiling like a child, pure and innocent, ignorant of worldly affairs.

"So this time, let's start over."

The magic weapon running through the body was cut off by the tyrannical magic power, and fell to the ground clangingly.

The terrible wound healed in an instant, and the smooth skin could not see the slightest trace.

The boy stepped on the air and walked down step by step.

He bounced around, cheerful and lively.

Even time stood still for him.

Finally, the white jade-like bare toes landed on the ground.

Standstill time reflows.

The sword of the head of Tianjianmen slammed fiercely at Xiao Wutong.

The boy raised his hand and casually grabbed the long sword.

break.

The sweet smile gradually widened, and the corners of the lips hooked to the roots of the ears.

"Master~"

"This game~"

"Let's play again~"

"This time Wutong won't be fooled~"

Boom! ! ! ! !

The terrifying sword formation was scattered by even more terrifying magic power, and thousands of miles of spiritual power was soaked into ink, which was absorbed into the young man's body in an instant.

"Okay~"

The white phoenix died with hatred, and the black phoenix was reborn from the ashes.

"Master?"

Tear everything down and start over.

Let's play again.

This time the sycamore.

do it yourself.