Those years when I made five scumbags cry

The wildfire raged, and Shang Yun's pupils were reflected golden by the flames.

The black unicorn merged into the big formation, and its running trajectory became one piece. A second layer of formation was superimposed on the green vine formation, which amplified the power of flames and hurricanes.

The entire formation has now completely turned into gold, and the God Emperor in white finally feels a little threat. The wild fire cannot burn out the evil spirit of blood in the Scarlet Sky Realm, but the blood of Mo Zong can.

Everyone looked at this scene. Thousands of years ago, Mo Zong was the leader of the cultivation world. If there were no heavy casualties when the artifact was born, then the leader of Mo Zong should be the one who led them here today.

Shang Yun's five fingers were plunged into the burning barren wood, suffering from the pain of her blood being separated from her body and her soul being burned. The white dress on her body was blown by the heat waves in the golden flames.

There are countless dots of light scattered from her body, flying towards the formation.

I don't know who called out: "Look!"

I saw the figures of Mo Zong's disciples began to emerge from the originally empty golden formation.

They are still wearing the standard robes worn by Mozong disciples thousands of years ago, with black as the background and red flames embroidered on them.

Everyone's middle finger and index finger are wearing simple finger protectors, which are exactly the same as the face of a baby lying unconscious on the ground.

Thousands of years ago, these Mozong disciples died in the bloody eruption, but their spirits were immortal, and like their suzerain, they were integrated into these ten artifacts bit by bit.

Now that the artifact is shattered, the spirit returned to Shang Yun, and she entered the formation again, and these Mozong disciples who followed her also reappeared in the world.

There has never been more than one person sitting in Mo Zong's formation, and there is a Mo Zong disciple in every place.

Everyone looked at the dazzling golden formation, and heard the voice of Mo Qilin roaring in it, they were all shocked by the grandeur of the number one sect thousands of years ago.

If it wasn't for Chixiao Realm, if it wasn't for recasting those ten artifacts, why would Mo Zong come here?

Just looking at all this, the God Emperor in white still showed pity, and said in a low voice: "It's useless."

No matter how much they did, in his eyes, it was just a ridiculous struggle.

Shang Yun didn't say a word, since she said she wanted to settle the score with him, she wouldn't shrink back because she couldn't see the hope of winning.

In the sky above the formation, the flames on Shennong's body suddenly brightened a few degrees, spreading to his soul, but the expression on the old man's face was extremely calm.

The memory of the master of the Mo sect was revived. With her and the divine beast Mo Qilin to help out, he no longer had so many worries. To make fire with wood, his soul power is a better fuel than green vines.

Soon, his figure turned into nothingness in the flames, leaving his soul in the light of the flames.

Sensing the rapidly weakening aura of his soul, God Emperor Xuanyuan looked up at him, only thinking that he was as stupid as he was back then.

Thousands of years ago, he was above the nine heavens, and he was in charge of the God of War. The more wars there were in the world, the more people worshiped him, and the stronger his divine power was, but he chose to end such a chaotic world.

At this point, God Emperor Xuanyuan is no longer the person he used to be, and he can no longer understand the meaning of this choice.

Shennong looked at him in the flames, and his voice came to his ears, saying, "You haven't changed, you just forgot, Xuanyuan."

Before the god emperor Xuanyuan could respond, the Soul-fixing Orb, which was shining brightly in the sky and absorbing the souls of the dead who escaped from the evil spirit of blood, suddenly trembled.

Ten sacred auras diffused from it and descended on this battlefield.

The God Emperor's gaze turned to that direction, watching those familiar figures break away from it and land in the formation.

In the battle ten thousand years ago, there was not a single survivor in Chixiao Realm, all his enemies died under his sword, and his soul was broken. However, his old friend also left him here at the cost of his life.

For so many years, their gods and souls remained with him in this bloody aura, Xuanyuan let Shennong set up a large formation just to let them escape.

They had already entered the Dinghun Orb, and they waited for Di Yan to take them out and re-enter the samsara. These legendary gods were reflected in everyone's eyes, and they heard the god emperor Xuanyuan sigh and asked: "Why are you still here?" Want to come out again?"

There are already countless spirits of Mozong disciples in the Ivy formation, so when the figures of these nine-day gods landed, they landed in the formation of stars in the sky.

As soon as they raised their hands, countless light spots condensed in the air and fell into their hands, turning into the shape of a divine weapon.

1 years ago, they entered Chixiao Realm with ten artifacts, and 1 years later, they stood here holding the artifacts again, Xuanyuan looked at them, as if waiting for an answer from them.

However, his old friends just looked at him like this and didn't speak.

Shennong sighed: "They couldn't save you 1 years ago, how can they watch you continue to make mistakes 1 years later?"

As soon as his words fell, bloody aura surged violently, and the God Emperor in white said in a low voice, "I'm not wrong, what's wrong with me?"

Hearing his words, there was only a sigh in the formation, and all the gods closed their eyes, and their bodies began to emit dazzling light.

They were the masters of the artifacts ten thousand years ago. Even if the artifacts in their hands were only phantoms, the formation of stars and stars in the sky was much stronger than the heads of the various sects, and they easily blocked the impact of the evil spirit of blood.

They took over the pressure of the big formation, and the heads of the various factions who were struggling to support suddenly felt their bodies loosen. Almost everyone took a step back, and their blood surged, and they spit out a mouthful of blood like gold paper.

The Lord of Kunlun was the first to bear the brunt of the battle, so he was under the greatest pressure. After taking a few steps back, he couldn't even stabilize his figure. He almost fell backwards, but asked a hand from behind to hold him steadily Living.

"Master—" He heard the voice of his apprentice in his eyes full of stars, "Are you alright?"

Fortunately, an apprentice came to help him, so there was no embarrassment. The Lord of Kunlun thought about it, waved his hand pretending to be meaningless, and said, "It's all right."

It's just that the master of Yaochi, who also brought his disciples in, didn't have such good luck.

She looked at Shang Yun who was in the formation. Like her, the master of Penglai Island was also looking at this little disciple whom she once loved the most.

Ever since Shang Yun recalled the past and entered the center of the Ivy formation alone, the two had a premonition in their hearts, knowing what she would choose in the end.

Shennong's soul turned into a ray of light and threw himself into the formation, adding his last strength to the golden flame.

The same is true for other gods, they turned into light spots again, and also flew into the Ivy formation, giving up the chance of reincarnation.

The speed of Mo Qilin's running became faster and faster, thousands of Mo Zong disciples were all integrated into the formation, and everything that was magnificent and magnificent just now disappeared in front of them like a mirage.

The formation was running crazily, Araki was drawing Shang Yun's blood, God Emperor Xuanyuan watched his old friend's soul throwing himself into the formation without hesitation, everything that happened ten thousand years ago flashed in his mind like a revolving lantern.

His expression began to change between madness and clarity, and this shock caused him pain.

He closed his eyes involuntarily, raised his hand and pressed his forehead - these are his old friends, they want to take him back.

He thought of his own country, the people who loved him, and scenes of killing and blood on the battlefield flashed before him.

The bloody aura changed violently with his emotional fluctuations, and countless souls among them reappeared and wailed in pain instead of him.

What he is attached to, what he has forgotten, what is right and what is wrong?

"I'm not wrong—" The God Emperor in white said in a low voice, he slowly raised his head, his blood red eyes looked at the big formation burning with wind and fire, "It's you who are wrong, and this world is wrong——! !"

As soon as the words fell, the bloody aura in the entire Chixiao Realm condensed behind him, forming a ferocious blood dragon, rushing towards the high-speed formation!

The radiance in the ivy formation was overwhelming, and the golden flame condensed into a vortex, and when the blood dragon roared and rushed over, it was involved.

Jin Yan and Xue Fiend fought each other, each wanting to devour each other, more dead souls were freed from it, and merged into the trickle leading to the Soul-fixing Pearl, turning the stream into a rushing river.

The world gradually returned to its original color, and Shang Yun stood firm in the formation.

It is true that she alone cannot refine the God of War who was once above the Nine Heavens, but the spirit and unyielding will left in the artifact she recast can completely defeat him.

The two majestic forces collided with each other, and even the people outside the eye of the formation were shaken by the aftermath. What's more, Shang Yun was still at the eye of the formation and was directly under tremendous pressure.

Under the clothes, her skin had begun to split inch by inch, and the white clothes on her body were gradually stained with blood.

She felt the piercing pain, but she held on to the Araki in her hand even more tightly, without any intention of retreating: "Haotian Mirror..."

Beside her, the Haotian Mirror that was once broken and repaired with a baby face appeared, and Qi Ling was still an old man with gray hair and slender eyebrows.

"Sect Master Mo."

He looked at Shang Yun and called her by the name thousands of years ago.

Shang Yun is the last fire in this melting pot, when she enters the eyes of the formation, the ending is already doomed.

This is the grievance between Mo Zong and Emperor Xuanyuan. It started with her and will end with her. When her soul is also thrown into the formation, the Scarlet Sky Realm will be burned to nothingness.

"Thank you..." Shang Yun looked at the baby face lying on the side, and said palely, "Help me send him out."

Haotian mirror said: "Okay."

Shang Yun said again: "You have to work hard to set up an enchantment to block others for me."

The elder brother's spell extended her life, and the sword talisman was engraved on her soul. As long as her soul dissipated, the spell would naturally disappear.

Her death will not affect the Lord of Black Wind City, he can still survive.

Haotian mirror nodded, the figure disappeared in the formation, and re-formed into the body of the artifact. The only artifact left over from the ancient times rose into the air, shining a clear light on the place where Shennong was originally staying.

Where the clear light shrouded, Li Yunlong's body was moved out and fell in front of everyone.

Shang Yun's eyes flicked over the people below, and a golden flame suddenly ignited on her body. She snorted, and a look of pain appeared on her face. This golden flame burned everything, burned her soul, and burned even more. Burning the mist that clings to her memory.

In the air distorted by the flames and high temperature, her gaze passed over Master Yaochi Master and landed on the Penglai Island Master beside her.

Looking at the old man looking at her, Shang Yun felt something rushed out from the depths of her soul, making the mist covering her memory disappear.

Countless memories rushed towards her in the flames, making her feel that there were countless more memories in her mind, drowning her whole body.

Master...

Shang Yun looked at the island master of Penglai, her chapped and pale lips moved silently.

She remembered, her second life.

Thousands of years ago, her soul was severely damaged, and she was still reincarnated in this world for a lifetime.

In that life, she also had many precious memories, including her parents who loved her, her master who loved her, she also entered the fairy gate, and she also had an older brother.

The memory of more than 300 years ago emerged, and she looked at the young man in her memory who was the same as Shang Ning in this life, thinking of what he said, she wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

Her brother, who went back more than 300 years ago, actually became her brother for another life.

"elder brother……"

Tears flowed from Shang Yun's eyes, but the tears were evaporated by the surrounding flames as soon as they touched the air.

She looked at Chu Yunfei who was standing below, and saw that he was also looking at her. He knew everything, but she forgot everything, and forgot that he also protected her like this in that life.

Her soul felt extreme pain in the burning fire, but no amount of pain could compare to the heart-pounding pain at the moment when she realized that he was dead in the memory that had just revived in her mind.

Life sharing, it turned out that he had used this spell a long time ago, and it was used on the two of them.

Why did he choose to blew himself up so simply? Others may not understand, but how could Shang Yun, who remembered everything, not know?

She fell into a coma like that and relied on spells to maintain her life. Only in this way could her brother transfer all his life to her before she would wake up.

Shang Yun thought of the separation 300 years ago, and the reunion 300 years later, and felt that she really owed her brother too much, which made her feel panic. Why did she have such a good brother who protected her like this since she was a child? ,till the end.

Fortunately, now she can finally do something for him.

Standing where he was, Chu Yunfei saw his younger sister smiling at him in the hazy light, as a farewell.

He was not feeling well.

As long as Shang Yun puts his soul into the formation, the god emperor Xuanyuan will have no chance of turning the tables, the bloody aura in this world will be completely refined, and the scarlet sky realm will disappear completely with the death of the master.

And when the dust settles, no matter which core fragment it is for, he can easily harvest the guilt value, complete the task, and leave here.

But at this moment, he looked at his younger sister and the clusters of wildfires burning on her body, but he didn't feel as relaxed as he wished.

He finally sighed and let go of the hand on the arm of the Lord of Kunlun.

[System: What do you want to do? 】

[Boss: Do what a brother should do. 】

His figure disappeared in place, and then appeared outside the clear light of the Haotian Mirror.

When Shang Yun saw him, she was taken aback, and called her brother.

She was originally afraid that he would barge in like this, but when her eyes touched the clear light in front of him, she immediately felt relieved.

It's okay, with the Haotian mirror, no one can enter or exit the formation except her.

The two brothers and sisters looked at each other through a layer of clear light. The Lord of Kunlun felt his heart tighten at first, and then he was relieved to see his disciple being blocked outside.

Fortunately, Shang Yun knew her brother's temperament and set up this barrier, otherwise he was really afraid that his disciple would rush in like this.

Other people who knew this boy well had the same idea. They all knew how much he loved his sister, especially Di Yan. He knew very well what Shang Yun meant to Shang Ning.

He can put on a wedding dress for her, go back 300 years for her, and blew himself up without hesitation in order to wake her up.

Everything in this world is in front of him, probably not as important as this girl.

"Brother——" Shang Yun smiled at him, her originally rosy face turned pale as paper again, and she whispered, "I'm leaving."

Her brother didn't speak, Shang Yun's eyes shifted to the people below, Di Yan was still confronting Dugu Chen, the Lord of Tianshan, Mo Dao and Xiao Lu were all looking in this direction, holding back and not following up.

There was a strange look in her eyes, and she was sincerely worried about her brother: "You don't want to mess with weird people anymore..."

There are so many, how do you choose...

Chu Yunfei also looked back at them, and when his eyes flicked over Mo Dao, the handsome Mo Xiu even blew him a kiss.

He withdrew his gaze expressionlessly: "They all came for you at first."

Shang Yun: "..."

She recalled the incident when she was dragged onto a horse by the ghost king near Fengdu at first, and she felt totally irrefutable.

She took a deep breath and wanted to say yes, they owe you now, and you can do whatever you want in the future.

However, before he could speak, the boss took a step across the clear light that no one else could pass through, and walked in as if he was not affected at all.

Shang Yun's eyes widened all of a sudden, and she saw that the expressions of the people below changed like hers, especially those five people, who rushed towards this direction in an instant.

She pressed one hand on the barren wood, and had already lost strength due to excessive blood loss. She didn't understand why Chu Yunfei was able to walk in, but she knew what he wanted to do.

The boss looked at her pale face, and kept shaking his head to himself: "No, don't...brother, don't come here..."

"Shhh—" The boy who was born exactly like her stepped forward and hugged her, "It's okay."

Shang Yun only felt a burst of coolness on her body, and all the burning sensation and pain disappeared.

The flame extinguished from her body and transferred to Bai Ou Fa, who could absorb all power. In the burning of the flame, she saw her brother holding her hand and pulling her fingers one by one from the barren wood. Break apart.

"No, don't..." Shang Yun begged with tears all over his face, "Don't...brother...don't..."

Shocked and desperate, she could only say these words over and over again.

"It's okay." He raised his hand and stroked his sister's hair, and said, "It's not the first time I've replaced someone else in the formation."

Shang Yun couldn't understand what he said, so she could only keep crying while begging him to stop.

She couldn't be more aware of the pain of the flame burning the soul. Seeing her brother's face that quickly turned pale, Shang Yun felt extremely painful and desperate.

She had already let her brother die for her once, and she couldn't let him, who survived so hard, die for her a second time.

This is her responsibility, her destiny, and he should not bear it for her.

Chu Yunfei held her face in his hands, as if wanting to remember her, and said to Haotianjing, "Anyway, the fluctuations of spirit and soul are the same, so I can do it for her, send her out for me."

If the last time he stood in front of the formation and died for someone was for a mission, then this time it was really just because he wanted to do it.

Haotian Mirror let out a buzzing sound.

"No——" Shang Yun felt a force pushing her away in horror, trying to push her out of this place, and couldn't help reaching out to grab Chu Yunfei's clothes.

However, the flames had completely burned his white lotus root Dharma body, and what remained in front of her was only a ray of spirit.

Shang Yun took a moment to look at him away from her with eyes full of despair, and shouted: "No—!"

The young man standing in the formation who was exactly like her shook his head at her, his voice reached her ears like the wind, and said lightly, "If you have a chance, please be my sister again."

As soon as the words fell, Shang Yun saw flames soaring into the sky in front of him, engulfing him immediately.

"No—!" The girl's voice suddenly rose, "Brother——!!"

The Haotian Mirror made a shattering sound, and the clear light shattered!

The flames in the formation soared into the sky, sweeping away the entire Chixiao Realm like a raging wave!

The whole world was in turmoil, and the Lord of Black Wind City changed back into a human form, and stopped Shang Yun before she wanted to jump into the blazing flames.

However, he could stop Shang Yun, but he couldn't stop Mo Dao.

He only heard the magic knife yell "I'm sorry", and the first one rushed into the formation, followed by Dugu Chen and Di Yan, then Xiao Lu and the Lord of Tianshan.

Suffering more terrible pain than the last time he left this world, thinking about the mission that he was about to fail, in this extremely bright light, Chu Yunfei only watched a golden dragon rushing towards him from the flames. Her own golden eyes were full of sadness and anger.

Then, with the destruction of Chixiao Realm and the disappearance of Emperor Xuanyuan, his consciousness completely fell into nothingness...

……

"Ding, the guilt value reaches the standard, and the energy field is activated."

……

In the depths of the energy base, there was a "ding" sound, and a cluster of flames faintly lit up in the darkness.

The man was sitting in a room with no lights on, and heard a mechanical female voice sounding in the air: "Sequence of events, level one: activation of an unknown energy field."

The man sitting behind the desk heard this prompt, closed the lighter, and a slightly surprised smile appeared on his handsome face: "Oh?"

He stood up calmly, adjusted his crumpled suit jacket, and planned to meet his chosen successor.

He always believed in his own vision, he never misjudged anyone, and this time was the same.

However, the mechanical female voice did not stop, and continued to broadcast in the dark: "Sequence of events, highest level: Signs of life have been detected in the No. [-] dormant compartment, and the individual is about to recover."

With a muffled "dong", the seven fingers loosened and dropped the lighter to the ground.