The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, it is me who turns back

12.

In the inner room separated by a wall, Gu Zhizhou and Fu Ziqiu watched the inescapable battle with cold eyes.

Swords meet, flesh and blood fly, screams can be heard endlessly.Through the small hole in the wall, Gu Zhizhou seemed to be stung by the rays of the knife, so he couldn't help closing his eyes.

Those swaying and flickering floating lights were stained with blood in front of his eyes, and the sword energy of a mortal was not enough to hurt him, but Gu Zhizhou's face suddenly became ugly.

It's useless, Gu Zhizhou thought, clenching his fists quietly.

These roaring voices overlapped with the repeated whistling in the dream. On the top was the never-ending snowstorm, surrounded by thousands of desolate and sharp sword qi, the invisible sword cut through the flesh and blood, and the strong wind swept into the body. The bone-piercing chill poured into the limbs and bones.

Broken body, messy footsteps, Gu Zhizhou saw his frozen blue face, stiffly stepping on layers of swords, spears, swords and halberds, persistently looking for something.

Such desperate madness will never happen again in this life.

When the two armies are at war, there are always some people who want to reap the benefits of the fisherman.Or fuel the flames, or stir up the situation.

The Qiankun bag hanging on Fu Ziqiu's waist suddenly shook, as if a ghost hand was struggling inside, trying to break free.

Fu Ziqiu's eyes froze, and he raised his hand to press the Qiankun bag, and there was a strange red light under his palm.

"What's wrong?" Sensing the change, Gu Zhizhou looked at Fu Ziqiu.

His slender fingers tightly clenched the Qiankun bag, the veins on the back of his hand gradually burst due to excessive force, and the light blue blood vessels surged with gusts of devilish energy.

The surrounding candlesticks and ornaments were instantly overwhelmed by this force. Fu Ziqiu stood there expressionless, but his teeth were clenched together.

Gu Zhizhou was so familiar with him that he immediately saw something was wrong.The more difficult things this person encounters, the more inconspicuous he becomes. He looks as if nothing happened, calm and calm. Unless he falls down overwhelmed, he will not be able to figure out what the situation is.

In this regard, Gu Zhizhou has the most right to speak. He has been deceived by Fu Ziqiu more than once.

"Someone is controlling Qin Zhonghe?" Gu Zhizhou immediately guessed the reason: "Heaven asked?! He wants to disrupt the situation!"

Fu Ziqiu tore off the Qiankun bag, threw it in front of him, a small slit was opened at the mouth of the bag, and a black mist came out from inside.Before turning into a human form, it was controlled by him with complicated spells.

The red light path is wrapped around the black mist like a chain, gradually tightening, stretching into a long one.

If it was normal, let alone a ghost or a wraith, bound by such a powerful spell, it would have already turned into flying smoke and dispersed.But the one in front of him not only didn't exist, but was constantly struggling.

The chain was propped open by it, making a "clack" sound, and it loosened after a few spells.

Fu Ziqiu's complexion became even more gloomy, his five fingers exerted strength, and the red light became more intense.

And Qin Zhonghe's strength also became stronger, and he was able to resist Fu Ziqiu's restraint.Not only that, it is constantly condensing new strength, the chain is getting looser and looser, and it is about to break free.

Fu Ziqiu's long hair was blown up by the invisible air waves, and his wide cuffs rattled. In a blink of an eye, the black clothes turned red, and bloody spells climbed up his neck.

Still hasn't stopped.

The lines turned upwards, rising from the neck along the lower jaw, and growing all the way to the bottom of the eyes, like flower branches and vines, like flames flowing, making the pair of phoenix eyes captivating.A half-bloomed acacia was burned between his eyebrows like cinnabar, stunningly red.

Gu Zhizhou was stunned, this is the true form of the Demon Lord, more intuitive than what he saw that night.

It's so flirtatious, he only felt that Fu Ziqiu in front of him was like a blooming flower, so beautiful that it took one's breath away.

A mere resentful spirit forced Taoist Master Shura to reveal his original form in the world. What kind of terrifying power is behind it?

One end of the chain suddenly fell, Gu Zhizhou gathered a ball of spiritual power in his palm, and he took it without thinking.

Unexpectedly, the moment the spiritual power touched Qin Zhonghe, it was immediately absorbed by it. In the blink of an eye, the resentful spirit violently broke through Fu Ziqiu's control and took human form.

"..." Gu Zhizhou shouted in surprise, "What's the matter?!"

Fu Ziqiu was backlashed by the demonic energy, he couldn't help but take a step back, he only had time to say in a hurry: "Don't do anything."

Then he pointed at it as a knife and cut his palm.

A stream of blood dripped down and turned into a talisman in mid-air, its shape was exactly the same as the lines on Fu Ziqiu's face.

The talisman passed through Qin Zhonghe's body, covering it tightly, wisps of red light embedded in layers of black mist, forcibly trapping him in place.

Gu Zhizhou was terrified when he saw it, he hadn't felt this kind of fear for many years.He watched as Fu Ziqiu's exposed skin became whiter and paler until it was almost transparent, while the redness on his body became brighter and brighter.

Such a strong color, like blood.

He was suddenly overwhelmed by an indescribable panic, something was about to burst out of the ground.

"Aqiu!"

Gu Zhizhou blurted out and grabbed Fu Ziqiu's icy wrist, only to realize that even his hands were covered with those strange lines.

Fu Ziqiu backed up, he couldn't stop halfway through the blood curse, otherwise all previous efforts would be wasted, so he could only say: "Let go."

"Stop, it's too risky!" Gu Zhizhou's palms were covered with blood, and his flesh was corroded by curse lines: "This is the human world, you can't use blood curses here!"

Since ancient times, the Taoist Master Shura has been regarded as a demigod, but because of his ambiguity with demons and ghosts, he is often feared by the heavenly clan, and worried that he will not be able to control him one day, so he made two contracts.

First, Shura Dao and Heaven Dao do not interfere with each other, coexist peacefully, and do not go to war.

Second, regardless of gods and demons under the Shura Dao, the mana power to travel to and from the human world is limited, and the forcible breaking of the restriction will be backlashed tenfold.

If it is placed in any place, as long as it is not in the human world, Fu Ziqiu has thousands of ways to deal with Qin Zhonghe.But at this moment, his own magic power is restrained, while Qin Zhong and the people behind him are extremely powerful. If the restraint is not broken and the resentful spirits are recovered, there will be endless troubles.

The blood curse, using the blood of the devil as a medium, and the body of the devil as a sacrifice, is extremely vicious.Once the curse is completed, Lord Hades will cry and beg for mercy when he comes.

But the cost of using the blood curse once is too high. If all the blood on the body is used as a restraint, the ghost will take it, but it will be a great loss to itself, not to mention there will be a tenfold backlash.

"Stop talking nonsense." Fu Ziqiu glanced at the hand on his wrist, and it was bloody and bloody in just a moment: "If you have the time to break it here, why don't you go find Tian Wen. Qin Zhong and the strength in his body So powerful, he must be nearby."

At this moment, Gu Zhizhou couldn't care less about keeping a distance from Fu Ziqiu. So many experiences of living and dying together made him subconsciously burst out at this moment: "Go together!"

Fu Ziqiu turned his face and stared at him in astonishment: "How old are you? Why are you still so self-willed? So ignorant?!"

Gu Zhizhou was shameless: "I will be as old as you are." As he spoke, he pulled the other person's arm towards him: "You fucking stop!"

Fu Ziqiu was speechless, kicked Gu Zhizhou's calf, and kicked him three steps away: "Get away!"

"you!"

Gu Zhizhou was angry, seeing that the blood curse was about to be completed, he had no choice but to take out Xiaohe to destroy it.

The light blue light of the sword flowed like a river of stars, and Gu Zhizhou's hand holding the sword was dripping with blood, and spots of bright red slid down the silver hilt and flowed through the body of the sword, like a ray of light rising from the river of stars.

Dazed by the sword light, Fu Ziqiu gritted his teeth and warned: "My surname is Gu, if you want to go crazy, don't stay here! Believe it or not, I'll turn against you!"

Gu Zhizhou sneered and reminded: "We fell out 100 years ago!"

"..."

The sword is like a rainbow, and it cuts down without delay.

The blood-like red light was cut off by someone, and the lines of the blood curse that was about to be completed were immediately disorganized, and it circled around for a while, and all of it got back into Fu Ziqiu's body.

Fu Ziqiu was shocked by the broken force and felt a pain in his chest. Before he could stand still, the messy blood flowed back into his body, bumping into him without measure, which made him dizzy, and his eyes turned black.

"Aqiu..." Gu Zhizhou wrapped his arms around Fu Ziqiu's waist, and brought the fallen man into his arms.

He stared at Fu Ziqiu's face, sizing it up carefully, looking at the lingering red marks on his pale face, and the half-open acacia on his forehead.

Fu Ziqiu half-closed his eyes and could feel the scorching gaze. His anger at being disrupted turned into panic. He hid his head in Gu Zhizhou's chest, and unconsciously clenched the corner of his clothes with his fingers.

Strangely, Qin Zhonghe suddenly stopped.

It seemed to be scalded by something, babbling and screaming, twisting the body of the rising black mist, and fell to the ground frantically as if overwhelmed.

Gu Zhizhou looked sideways, and found that there were sporadic red and blue lights mixed with red on its body. The light was not very eye-catching, but it fell on Qin Zhonghe's body like sparks.

Is it... Xiaohe's sword energy?

With the previous lessons learned, Gu Zhizhou didn't dare to act recklessly. Seeing that the terrifying power on Qin Zhonghe's body disappeared, he threw Xiaohe towards him, and the sword pierced through his chest, directly nailing it to the ground.

The blood-stained fingertip landed on the brand mark between Fu Ziqiu's eyebrows, spiritual power poured out, and the blood blended with blood, straightening out the frenzied blood in his body.

Raising his hand again, the red lines on Fu Ziqiu's face had quietly faded away, returning to a clean and white appearance, and his clothes also returned to their original color.

Only between Gu Zhizhou's eyebrows where he stayed, a little bit of blood was like cinnabar.

He froze for a moment, and raised his cuff to wipe it off, but was slapped away by Fu Ziqiu who had breathed out.

"..."

Fu Ziqiu raised his elbow and pushed the person away against Gu Zhizhou's chest, turning his face as fast as turning over a book.

The long and narrow phoenix eyes suddenly cooled down, and Fu Ziqiu almost forced to ask: "Do you know what stupid things you did?"

The previous charm and warmth were suddenly torn from it, and the chill came like a rolling wave.

Gu Zhizhou frowned, the softened edges and corners went back with a little bit of determination, and looked at the person in front of him silently.

Fu Ziqiu's finely carved face was dyed with thin anger: "Aren't you mean? Don't you do your own way and be the only one who is the only one? I haven't seen you for so many years. I thought you should improve a little bit, but I didn't expect you to be as emotional as before! "

Gu Zhizhou took a breath, and the air in his chest was drained little by little: "What did you say?"

Fu Ziqiu opened the corner of his mouth expressionlessly: "The devil is in front, as a celestial immortal, your first priority is to get rid of evil, to catch the mastermind behind the scenes, not here to look forward and backward, do you need me to remind you of this?" ?” His cold gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing his heart easily: “What you have done today cannot afford to be the head of the Sword Sect.”

It seems that something is split in front of my eyes, and there is only a blank world, leaving only unbearable looking back and overwhelmed.

There was a "hum" in the ears, the eardrum vibrated, and the disturbing voices came like a tide.

In front of Xu Yu Peak, countless immortal cultivators came with swords.

"I suddenly heard the sad news of Mr. Beiyan, and I am here to express my condolences."

They were full of fanfare and menacing, and their expressions were neither mournful nor respectful.

So many people came in groups, just to prove whether the master Bei Yan with superb swordsmanship and advanced cultivation was really dead.If it is true, Ruins Yu has been arrogant for many years and has no shelter, so why not take this opportunity to drive it into the mud?

"Are you Lingji's new sword master?" Someone laughed at Gu Zhizhou like this: "Why? Is the hair all grown?"

"Even if Gao Yanru is dead, with so many respected elders in Jianmen, it's his turn for a young boy to take over as Sword Master? Isn't Lingji's arrangement like this ruining his own future?"

"Hey! Those old men in the back, are you willing to take orders from a kid? Gao Yanru is dead, what are you afraid of, get up and rebel!"

Surrounded by ferocious and ugly faces, Gu Zhizhou is full of people. No matter which direction he flees, he turns around, looks back, opens or closes his eyes, questioning and questioning each sentence. It kept hitting his body.

"Yes, I can't afford it." Gu Zhizhou gritted his teeth and swallowed a mouthful of blood, hiding his embarrassment: "In the front, I don't know how to advance and retreat without you. In the back, I don't think as well as you. I can't compare to you in everything, and the master loves you the most. It's you too, I never thought of snatching this 'prime deity' from you."

Gu Zhizhou stepped in front of Fu Ziqiu one step at a time, but there was a fire burning in his eyes: "But Master is dead, you can leave as soon as you say, and leave all these to me." The wound on the palm kept dripping Bleeding and hitting the ground, leaving deep and shallow puddles, Gu Zhizhou clenched his fists as if he didn't know the pain, his nails embedded in the fuzzy flesh and blood, causing tremors: "You haven't asked me if I want it, and now I'm not qualified Blame me for not being able to afford it."

A look of extreme pain appeared on the cold and hot face. After years of heavy pressure, it became a disease, leaving wounds that were difficult to heal.

Some words are spoken, and it is too late to regret.

The moment he saw the fine cracks on Gu Zhizhou's face, Fu Ziqiu felt like a stone was blocked in his heart.

Yes, what right did he have to criticize Gu Zhizhou? In the eyes of that person, he was a coward who ran away from the battle, a deserter who was greedy for life and afraid of death, and what's more, maybe a villain with unreasonable thoughts.

At that time, the master had just left, Jianmen was at its peak, and suddenly lost its head, and was attacked by the enemy for a while.

He didn't know how Gu Zhizhou managed it all by himself, and how he kept Jianmen at its peak until now.

In the 100 years of not seeing each other, he thought more than once that when he was surrounded by enemies, Gu Zhizhou might be frustrated and his pride would be broken.Or the edges and corners have been smoothed by reality and sophistication, and their appearance has changed.

But he didn't.

When I saw Gu Zhizhou again, he was still the same as before, from appearance to temperament, nothing changed.He seems to have stopped 100 years ago, living in the past, and has not moved forward since the moment they parted.

He grows rapidly with stagnant footsteps, and bravely moves forward with the bitterness and blood and tears that no one can pour out.

Gu Zhizhou never bowed his head to anyone, he did it, and he did it obviously well.

It's just...it's just, that person is now a celestial immortal, so he shouldn't be, and he shouldn't be burdened by these emotions.

There are many shackles in the world, if you have no desire, you will be strong, if you are ruthless, you will be strong.

Master always said before that Zhizhou seems to be tough, but his heart is too soft.

Those who achieve great things must be willing to be willing, and it is hard work to take everything too seriously.

To be willing to be willing, to be willing to have a reward.

However, Gu Zhizhou's mouth is full of joy, and all his nostalgia and concern are hidden deep in his heart.After a long time, it grows together with the flesh, and a little pulling is unspeakable pain, how can I be willing?

Fu Ziqiu was too impatient, he couldn't choose what to say, but it was hard to stop.He realized in a trance that tit for tat seems to be the way they should go, and conflict between fire and water is their only ending.

Gu Zhizhou restrained his emotions, walked straight to the wall without saying another word.

The fighting outside is still going on, and people from all walks of life are mixed together, and it is impossible to see who is better.

Pinned to the ground by Xiaohe, Qin Zhonghe screamed like ghosts and wolves, making Gu Zhizhou upset.

This cramped room made him suffocate, and it was unbearable to stay for a moment longer.

Fu Ziqiu looked at his back, redness flowing between his fingers, pain in his eyes.

Forcing myself not to look, this person is now on guard all over, no one can touch him.

Fu Ziqiu went to Qin Zhonghe, pulled out the Xiaohe River, and drew a curse to trap it in place.

He handed Xiaohe to Gu Zhizhou, and was stabbed by the continuous blood on the sword.

Gu Zhizhou stretched out his hand to catch it, but he missed it as soon as he touched the hilt of the sword.

Fu Ziqiu held up the wounded hand, wanting to see it, but failed.

Gu Zhizhou withdrew his hand, took Xiaohe by himself, and walked away without saying a word.

The tense atmosphere outside eased slightly, and a battle came to an end.

From the inside of the hall to the outside of the courtyard, corpses were strewn all over the field, and the smell of blood was so heavy that it was disgusting.

Gu Zhizhou covered his nose in disgust, and took the road with less blood and water. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he saw a hidden arrow flying in front of him, and shot straight at Chen Puyu who was at the front.

Gu Zhizhou immediately made a move, and tried to stop it with one step, but he was about to touch the arrow's tail.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of Chen Puyu, firmly blocking him.

The arrow was like the wind, without any room to turn around, pierced through the blood-soaked armor, and burst into a cluster of blood-colored fireworks on Wu Bang's chest.

The setting sun is falling, taking away the lives of soldiers.

Chen Puyu caught Wu Bang's fallen body in a panic, and the soldiers who came from the border saw this scene, their eyes turned red, but they couldn't cry, couldn't stop, their grief and indignation turned into infinite power, and surrounded the two people in the center , roaring and rushing towards the enemy.

Wu Bang was not without regrets.

Trapped in the imperial mausoleum for many years, I miss the hardship beyond the Great Wall.

Fight wantonly on the battlefield, decapitate the enemy, retreat the enemy army, protect the people of one side, and keep the country safe.

But now, no more.

The yellow sand flying all over the sky will stay in the memory forever after all. Before leaving, I only glanced at it briefly, and hoped that one day I would go back to gallop, and I couldn't go back.

Wu Bang stretched out his blood-stained hand, his eyes gradually lost their focus.

As soon as Chen Puyu grasped it, she clenched it tightly, choking her throat.

"I... want to take another look..." Wu Bang's innocent face showed yearning: "The setting sun in the desert..." He said with a smile: "My lord, please..."

Although the general is gone, the soul of the hero is still there.

Those who survive must bear the hope of the whole life, for others and for themselves.

Wu Bang's death catalyzed the hatred in the hearts of the soldiers. They fought harder, their faces were covered with blood, and their eyes were red from killing.

Chen Puyu sacrificed the Xuantie Order, and the three princes placed in the various imperial armies turned against each other, and the two sides that were originally evenly matched gradually became stronger and weaker.

As the sun sets, the last ray of sunlight disappears into the clouds.

Chen Puyu handed over the long sword in Chen Liangyu's hand, and the king defeated the bandit.

Chen Liangyu smiled, relaxed his body and leaned on his brother, he was too tired, this road has reached today, the victory or defeat is irrelevant.

"Sixth brother," Chen Liangyu said, he had never called Chen Puyu this way for many years, but it was not as difficult as he imagined: "You and I have been fighting for so many years, but we have come to this point."

Chen Puyu cut his hands back, lowered his head slightly, and looked down at Chen Liangyu's blood-stained face: "I never wanted to fight with you, but you keep pushing me."

"Yeah, you don't fight or grab, you have everything you want." Chen Liangyu lowered his eyes: "Sixth brother, you are just too smart, so success is also here, and failure is also here."

Before the words fell, the clamped hands suddenly shook.

A cold light flashed across, Chen Puyu felt a pain in his palm, and subconsciously let go of him.

The next moment, a dagger hit the neck.