Bu Tian Gang

Long Shen seemed to be unable to hold on anymore, the light of the sword in his hand suddenly dimmed, the devilish energy caught sight of the opening, and immediately leaped into the light of the sword involuntarily, and quickly followed the sword body, wrapping around his wrists, arms, shoulders, neck, and up to his entire body. Everyone is surrounded by black air.

Seeing this, Cheng Yuan laughed wildly, and with a wave of his arms, all the magic pressure gathered in an instant, desperately devouring this rare prey, and the black shadow behind Cheng Yuan also swelled up because of this, and his face became more and more clear.

Just when Cheng Yuan was holding the winning ticket, he saw a white light growing suddenly in the black air. Although there was only a little light, the brightness was almost comparable to that of the stars. It was so dazzling that he couldn't look directly at it.

Cheng Yuan couldn't help blinking.

In the blink of an eye, the white awns soared rapidly, spreading from one point to one, breaking through the vast and strong demonic energy, and swiping towards Cheng Yuan!

Cheng Yuan felt that the murderous aura was rushing towards him, surging like a sea, making it irresistible, so he couldn't help but take a step back.

However, wherever the white light went, the demonic energy had been crushed and scattered, turning into powder!

In half a second, Cheng Yuan didn't have time to react. He suddenly understood that Long Shen's behavior just now was a deliberate show of weakness, and he was actually deceived!

This idea just appeared in his mind, when the white light had already arrived in front of his eyes, Cheng Yuan only felt a pain in his body, and within his sight, he watched his body being split into flesh and blood by the white light, flying into the air together with the demonic energy.

Long Shen is too powerful, so he is still no match for him!

At the last moment of his life, he thought so, and then his eyes went dark, and all consciousness disappeared without a trace.

His soul has long been swallowed and fused by the devilish energy, and now the devilish energy has been completely exhausted in the white light, and it goes back and forth again and again, and everything returns to the original point. Cheng Yuan's ambition is nothing but a dream in the fog.

However, Long Shen didn't stop yet.

Across the time-distorted ruins, with the magic breath created by the enemy to confuse him just now, Jian Guang broke through the limitations of space, from here to there, from this time to that time, like the king of beasts roaring, living in The demonic energy in the dark corner begged for mercy and shivered, but the powerful coercion did not stop for anyone. It flapped its gorgeous and bright tail feathers across the starry sky, annihilated the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and pounced on the ultimate instigator of darkness!

At the end of the void, the old man in the small room suddenly opened his eyes, white light pierced through his brows, and the light suddenly became brighter, forcing all the darkness out of the field, the shadows felt ashamed, and the chaotic demonic energy wailed and cried , as if the end is coming.

With a ferocious expression on his face, the old man forced Bai Mang out inch by inch.

"Long Shen!"

He shouted loudly, the devilish energy in his body surged, and the white light was bounced back fiercely!

Long Shen on the side of time and space took two steps back.

But the white light instantly turned into a flame, and when it retreated, it exploded, engulfing the old man, like a red lotus karmic fire, burning all the evil in the world.

"My clone!"

The howling sound penetrated from the other side of the void, and the lingering sound lingered and echoed repeatedly in this room.

Where Cheng Yuan was originally standing, there was only a pile of ashes left.

Those souls who were killed by him were also wiped out together with him, without leaving any trace.

For them, however, this is actually a relief.

……

Mingxian is transformed into a zither, and his weapons are also zither strings. His silk strings are comparable to sharp blades, and cutting people's heads is like cutting leeks. Last time, he was only used to bind the winter solstice. The method used to deal with Tang Jing was truly ruthless, leaving no room for it.

The silk string pierced through the air like a sharp arrow and shot at Tang Jing's eyebrows, Tang Jing dodged to avoid it, raised his hands and dropped, the silk string broke instantly, but the next moment, two more silk strings approached in a blink of an eye, one left and one right shot towards his body On the shoulders, Tang Jing raised his hands, cut off the silk string, jumped up, and flew towards Ming Xian like a roc spreading its wings, and slashed at the opponent with the golden light in his hand, but missed his head, and only cut off a few strands of hair lightly .

Almost at the same time, the silk string pierced through his shoulder blade, and then quickly pulled back, bringing out a string of blood beads.

Tang Jing frowned in pain.

"This is your true strength? Tangtang, you have let me down so much."

Mingxian said the most heartless words in the most gentle tone: "If you show mercy to me, you will have no bones left."

As soon as the voice fell, several silk strings rushed from all directions, sealing off Tang Jing's room for retaliation and retreat. Ming Xian mercilessly hit Tang Jing's vitals with his moves.

Tang Jing's eyebrows sank, she advanced instead of retreating, her figure was erratic, she passed through the silk string array, and went straight to Ming Xian's neck.

Mingxian didn't expect that when Tang Jing really got serious, his attack would be useless to him, so he couldn't help but slightly frowned, pulled back the silk string, and dodged back.

However, the opponent's speed was too fast. As soon as he made a move in his hand, Tang Jing's hand was already on his neck.

Immediately there was a sharp pain in his neck, Ming Xian flew back, and Tang Jing's five claws landed on his shoulders, tearing off the shirt and the flesh underneath.

The blood quickly stained the white shirt, and a large area was wet on the shoulders. Ming Xian smiled instead of anger, and simply didn't use the silk string, and the two directly fought with bare hands.

Although they were empty-handed, these two were completely human-shaped killers, and their moves were filled with aura, so the fight was naturally extremely fierce.

When Ming Xian didn't pay attention, several bloodstains were scratched under his ribs, the flesh of the wound was turned out, and the bone could be seen deep.

Of course, Tang Jing didn't get any better. One of his arms was kicked by Ming Xian, and he couldn't use it anymore, it was probably broken.

He turned his head and spit out a mouthful of blood, and kicked Ming Xian's chest and abdomen with flying legs. Ming Xian dodged back, reached out and grabbed his ankle, and patted his chest with the other hand. Tang Jing used the trees to spin and break away. Ming Xian's palm fell to nothing and hit the dead tree behind him.

With a bang, the dead tree broke and bent, and shattered into powder in mid-air, flying away in all directions.

If Tang Jing reacted a little slower, he would be like that dead tree at this moment.

He believed that Ming Xian was really going to kill himself.

The two men's moves are murderous, but they have an indescribable beauty, as if they are not in a life-and-death duel, but just exchanging ideas.

However, only when you are in the middle can you feel that the air current spreads and circles around the two of them. Wherever they go, the weeds that are half a person's height are cut off at the same root, as if being cut by a sharp knife, and it is strangely neat.

The previous deep love between the beds is gone. Today Tang Jing and Ming Xian are enemies of the two camps. They have no possibility of compromise and reconciliation. Never show mercy to each other.

Not to mention they haven't.

Tang Jing knew that the silly white sweetness that Ming Xian had shown in front of him before was all fake, and the real Ming Xian was the deadly poisonous rose in front of him.

At the moment of life and death, Tang Jing couldn't help thinking, if they hadn't each had their own ghosts and met for another purpose, if they went back in time and got to know each other in a different way, would there be a different result.

But time has not turned back, and everything is moving forward on the established track.

Mingxian's strikes were fierce, all aimed at Tang Jing's vital points, his cheeks were splashed with blood, which made his originally beautiful facial features a little more bewitching, like Shura reborn.In his eyes, Tang Jing is no longer a living person, but a dead thing that is about to wither.

They are all spirits and spirits, and they understand each other's weaknesses better. They are far stronger than ordinary people, but they are not invincible. The characteristics of human beings, viscera, head, and neck are all fatal.

A starless and moonless night.

Inside the house, Long Shen was passing Cheng Yuan, fighting Otowa Hatohiko who was thousands of miles away.

Outside the house, wherever Ming Xian and Tang Jing went, weeds were flying, and in mid-air they were sucked into the cyclone again, spinning crazily, and the cycle repeated.

The wind danced wildly, dark clouds covered the top, and the street lights not far away flickered a few times, one after another, announcing the end of life.

Once Tang Jing didn't leave any room, even Ming Xian began to feel more strenuous. He was punched several times in the chest. He reckoned that two ribs might be broken, and internal organs were also injured, but these places are not the most deadly. He was kicked hard in the temple by Tang Jing just now. An ordinary person would have died with this kind of force, but Ming Xian was still able to jump up, ignoring the feeling of dizziness, and continued to attack Tang Jing like a storm.

Tang Jing didn't get any better. One of his arms was dislocated and broken, but he continued to fight Ming Xian in an awkward posture. His neck was once on the bed, where Ming Xian pressed against his breath when the two were turbulent. , was also torn off a large piece of flesh, and even exposed the white bones underneath. His whole body was covered in blood, and his clothes were already in disrepair. He was no less embarrassed than Ming Xian.

But one of his hands is comparable to a sword, if he doesn't move it out, he cuts gold and jade, the ground is split into countless holes, and the ground around them is already a mess, not complete.

But this fierce battle will eventually come to an end.

Mingxian's long legs flew up and hit Tang Jing's waist and abdomen. Tang Jing spit out a mouthful of blood instantly, turned over and fell to the ground.

However, just a second before, his five fingers also inserted into Mingxian's chest, leaving five blood holes.

Instead of staying for a moment, Ming Xian took advantage of Tang Jing's landing and flew up, stretching out all the strings in his hands, pointing directly at the opponent's head.

The transparent and colorless silk string was cut off by a golden light halfway, before Ming Xian had time to react, the golden light had arrived in front of him, he felt a dull pain in his chest, and a fishy sweetness welled up in his throat, and he couldn't help but want to spit out the fishy sweetness.

The soil beside him was stained with blood, flowing along the veins of the land, deep into the roots of the weeds, Mingxian touched his heart, there was a big hole, from the chest to the back, ordinary people would have died a long time ago, but he still Lie on the ground and gasp weakly.

When he first took shape, he thought that he would not die, but it turned out that he was wrong. It turned out that he would also suffer from pain, and would be on the verge of death due to excessive blood loss and severe injuries.

There was a large expanse of darkness in front of him, blood flowed from his forehead, slid over the corners of his eyes, blurring his vision, but Ming Xian didn't have the strength to wipe it off.

A figure seemed to be staggering towards him, Ming Xian had completely lost his strength and fighting spirit, and didn't want to move at all.

He heard that human beings will always flash the most profound scenes in their lives before they die, but Mingxian found that his mind is blank now, and he didn't think of anything. On the contrary, it would be nice to be able to lie down quietly like this forever a feeling of.

It's a bit like he hasn't yet cultivated into a human body, as a piano, staying in one place quietly, no one comes to disturb, letting the time fly by leisurely and comfortably.

He couldn't help but sighed softly, not sad, but relieved.

Supporting the back of his head with one hand, Ming Xian actually couldn't see much anymore, but still smiled slightly at him.

"Will you be sad if I die?"

"Yes." He heard Tang Jing answer.

"Because I'm your kind?" Ming Xian asked again.

Tang Jing swallowed the churning blood in her throat, and gently wiped away the blood from the corners of the other party's eyes: "No, because I found out that I seem to like you a little bit."

Ming Xian laughed: "You said this sentence in the park last time. Has Mr. Tang lost his memory?"

Tang Jing: "My liking is a little bit deeper than that time."

Ming Xian: "Only a little bit?"

Tang Jing: "More than a little bit."

Ming Xian laughed.

"one thing."

He couldn't see it anyway, so he simply closed his eyes to save some energy.

"The stele is actually a part of the ancient town demon formation, which suppressed the great demons of the ancient era. Its power is far above all monsters. Once the formation is broken and the great demon is resurrected, it will reverse yin and yang, turn the river and the sea, and the star order will be chaotic. , brought disaster to the whole world. Regarding that formation, the Tang envoys were sent back to the country, and they also took away some of the dossiers that recorded the matter. Later, China went through dynasties, and most of the classics were destroyed and lost. However, no matter how wars broke out in Japan, the royal family will always be forever. One line, so those classics that are treasured in the palace are also preserved. Yin Yu sent people to China to destroy the stele, which is also the source of this."

Ming Xian said indifferently, speaking in a soft voice, if the situation of the two of them was not inappropriate, it would be more like he was telling an allusion or legend to the students in class, and it was pleasant to listen to.

In fact, there have been many speculations in the Special Administration Bureau about this matter, and it is roughly the same as what Ming Xian said, but Tang Jing did not interrupt the other party, but just hugged him in his arms and listened quietly to the other party.

Ming Xian said: "I know, you are also looking for the stele now, competing with Yin Yu's people, but your direction is wrong."

He coughed a few times, and blood foam overflowed from his mouth. Tang Jing helped him up a little more to make the other party more comfortable, and tried to inject his own vitality into Ming Xian to save the other party's life, but Ming Xian stopped him Actions.

Tang Jing's actions are useless, and Ming Xian doesn't need it either.

He said slowly: "The stele is on the dragon vein."

Tang Jing was slightly shocked.

Dragon veins are not specially made to produce the emperor's feng shui. China is vast and boundless, with mountains and rivers everywhere, and there are naturally countless dragon veins that store wind and gather water. For example, Kunlun Mountain has been considered by all feng shui masters since ancient times to be the ancestor of thousands of mountains and the source of dragon veins. .

In addition to Kunlun Mountain, there are also various branches of dragon veins, large and small. It is recognized that the ancient capital of the ten dynasties is also where the dragon veins are located. There was a Xixia dynasty.

Ming Xian said: "Not all dragon veins have stone tablets. I heard Yin Yu said that there are only eight stone tablets."

Previously, based on the unearthed stele, the Special Administrative Bureau speculated that the stele might be located on a place of historical interest, but now it seems that this guess is far from accurate.

Tang Jing immediately thought of something: "Is there a stele in Shencheng?"

Otherwise, Otowa Hatohiko wouldn't have spent so much trouble here.

Ming Xian: "Yes, under Wangyue Lake, there are tunnels leading to Dianshan Lake, and under Dianshan Lake, there are waterways leading to rivers. There are stone tablets there, which are guarded by strange beasts. Cheng Yuan... wants to break the seal and let the strange beasts destroy it." Drop the stele."

Tang Jing frowned: "Do you know the exact location of the remaining steles?"

Mingxian shook his head with difficulty: "Yoyu is also guarding against me, he won't trust anyone, that's all I know. But I suspect that he may not know everything, otherwise, the formation would have been broken long ago."

Otowa Hatohiko, this person has frequently appeared in their line of sight since the beginning of Changbai Mountain Bone Dragon.

In front of the public, he is a successful entrepreneur. The Otowa Zaibatsu plays an important role in Japan's industrial circles, and has deep connections in the political and economic circles. After the Changbai Mountain incident, Otowa Hatohiko came into the sight of the Special Administration Bureau. It's not that they haven't investigated each other, but Otowa obviously also Not to mention the obstruction of the investigation, the special management bureau also found that Yin Yu's power was beyond their original imagination.

Tang Jing frowned: "Is Otowa Hatohiko a monster?"

Mingxian laughed mockingly: "He is different from a human demon. A human demon is originally a demon, but he just put on human skin, while Yin Yu was originally a human being, but because of desire, he willingly became a demon and turned into a monster. His current identity , is a disguise after changing the name and surname..."

He lost too much blood, his body gradually lost its temperature, and he couldn't even speak intermittently. Tang Jing found that the vitality he injected into the opponent's body was muddy in the sea, completely useless, and he couldn't help but feel heavy.

Mingxian panted for a while, and tried to say: "His original name was Chaoxiang Jiuyan."

In the end, it was hard to continue, he coughed violently, blood overflowed from his mouth, nose, eyes and ears, and his eyes began to slack.

Tang Jing tightened her arms, hugged Ming Xian in her arms, and closed her eyes.

For the first time, he tried the taste of trying to do something, but being powerless.

"If Qi Ling also has a next life, I hope to be like you, not to travel across the ocean, not to be refined into a murder weapon. I hope, if we can meet again, we will have a good start, not like now... ..."

A faint smile floated on Ming Xian's face, still a little dazed.

His consciousness has gradually separated from his body, flying to an unknown distance.

"Goodbye, Tangtang."

The hand slowly dropped and fell on the ground that had been soaked and discolored by blood.

Tang Jing watched the person in her arms gradually become transparent, turning into spots of light, scattered in the air like fireflies.

Leave no trace.

as between them.

It's over before it begins.

Tang Jing didn't move for a while.

His face was cool, he thought it was blood, and reached out to touch it, but it was a transparent wet mark.

Thousands of miles away, inside the Ise Shrine, an old man suddenly vomited out a mouthful of blood with a pale face.

"Your Excellency Otowa, are you alright?"

The boy who was serving beside him was terrified and quickly reached out to help him.

But immediately, the boy's eyes widened, and his life ended at an unbelievable moment.

The old man pulled out his five fingers from the boy's chest, and there was a steaming heart in his hand. He swallowed the heart in three or five mouthfuls, and then rang the bell to call someone to drag the boy's body down.

The waiters in black have long been used to being calm, with no waves on their faces, they came and left silently.

There's a dragged bloodstain on the ground, but soon someone will come and clean it up and put everything back in order.

The old man who had eaten a fresh heart seemed to feel better, but it was only a little bit. His heart was still irritable and unbearable, with the desire to kill and see blood surging.

The manic mood forced him to get up and walk back and forth, but he still wanted to destroy everyone and everything in front of him.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency!"

Another boy stumbled in from outside with a panicked expression, but when he saw the blood on the ground, his voice stopped abruptly.

The old man was not tall, even a little stooped and thin, but he felt full of oppression. Under his bloodshot eyes, the boy's legs softened and he fell to his knees.

"...Your Excellency, Jinyinping Wenqin, something has happened!"

"What happened?"

The boy trembled, unable to explain clearly for a long time.

Otowa Hatohiko originally wanted to eat the opponent's heart to replenish his vitality, but after hearing the opponent's report, he changed his mind. "Take me to see."

He followed the boy through the antique corridors and courtyards, and came to a room.

The line of sight suddenly dimmed. In modern society, it is almost like time and space here. There are no electric lights, only a few candles faintly glowing in the corner.

The boy knelt at the door, not daring to come in, and said in a trembling voice, "Just now I came to clean it, as usual, I wanted to wipe the Guqin, but I found that the Qin has been..."

The strings of the Guqin that was originally placed on the long table were all broken, and the body of the qin was split into two halves from the string eye to the Longchi. The whole qin was almost broken, and there was no possibility of repairing it .

Otowa Hatohiko never let anyone enter this room, only boys with his permission can come in every day to clean the house and wipe the guqin. He knows how cruel and bloodthirsty his master is, and he is so frightened that he can’t speak now. Half a sentence.

But he couldn't figure it out even though he was thinking about it, why would a good-looking piano suddenly break down when no one touched it?

Otowa Hatohiko walked over, caressing the already scarred Guqin with wrinkled hands, the haze in his eyes was so thick that it almost overflowed.

"Do you think you can escape from my palm by self-destructing like this?"

The cold laughter echoed in the house, and the flickering candle seemed to be infected and became weaker and dimmer.

"Get the car ready, I'm going out." He whispered.

No one responded.

Otowa Hatohiko turned his head and found that the boy kneeling on the ground was motionless.

He walked over, lifted his foot and pushed it.

The boy fell down in response, his pupils were dilated, his mouth was slightly opened, and he was frightened to death.

Otowa Hatohiko gave him a disgusted look, walked out and asked someone to drag the dead away.

The housekeeper stepped forward and said respectfully and carefully, "What are your orders?"

Otowa Hatohiko: "Prepare the car, and prepare the private jet, I'm going to Nara."

The housekeeper responded, and asked again: "Is there anything prepared for you here?"

Otowa Hatohiko glanced back.

"Bring the piano and let Zhengcangyuan prepare it. I want an imitation of Jinyinping Wenqin."

……

In the damp cave, Winter Solstice and the others were faced with the dilemma of moving forward or retreating. Suddenly, a monster jumped out of the water, dragged the chains and clattered, and rushed towards Winter Solstice!

In a blink of an eye, the winter solstice finally saw the appearance of the behemoth clearly.

The ape-like creature had shining golden eyes, full of hair and beards, and was clearly a hunchback, but it had a speed that was lighter and faster than any other animal.

Winter Solstice was about to draw out the talisman, but someone pulled her back severely, and Huo Jie threw her back to the ground.

The distance between Winter Solstice and the monster was too close just now, Huo Jie thought he was frightened and foolish and unprepared, so he pulled him away.

In a daze, Liu Qingbo had already raised his sword to meet him, and Huo Jie followed closely behind. The two of them fought together with the monster, sometimes flying over the walls, and sometimes fighting in the water. The stone wall above the head, within a short time, the scene was already chaotic, the stone wall above the head was swept by the sword qi, the broken stones fell down one after another, and the monster slapped it, shaking the mountain again instantly.

Winter Solstice took a closer look, only to find that the other end of the chain was actually locked on the monster's body, passing through the lute bone on one side of it, and then out from the other side, tightly entwining the monster and the iron chain together, and then Look at the other end of the chain, but it extends directly into the cave behind them, sinking into the deep darkness, no one knows where it ends.