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

69.

"Shh-"

The sharp arrows tore through the sky, and the scarlet light penetrated through layers of dark clouds and sprinkled on the earth.

The sharp hissing sound of the evil spirits pierced the eardrums, and Li Jia brushed against the sharp sword, causing tremors.

Fu Ziqiu rose on the wind, and the scarlet bow turned from intangible to solid, holding it heavily in his hand, turning it into a handy weapon.

The powerful spiritual power gathered in the palm of the hand, strung the string and drew the bow, and shot Qin Zhonghe's heart with an unstoppable force.

Fu Ziqiu stood on the shoulder of the evil spirit with one foot, and the huge deterrent force made the ghost below him unable to move.His phoenix eyes were lightly raised, and he only focused slightly, with a chill all over him: "Niety! How courageous!"

Qin Zhonghe was pierced through the heart by an arrow, grinning his teeth and howling incessantly.The blood-red eyes were full of madness, and he was full of hostility and evil karma.

Fu Ziqiu originally intended to let him enter the karmic fire of eternal life to purify his sins, and then put him back into reincarnation after he returned to Qingming, but unexpectedly he was used by the demons.But this time under restraint, Qin Zhong and his spiritual consciousness disappeared, and it was impossible to turn around.

Fu Ziqiu didn't show any mercy anymore, he jumped up from the high place and landed backwards, his five fingers formed into claws and pressed hard on the top of Qin Zhonghe's head.Between the slender fingers, the black iron ring was faintly hot, and all the boundless resentment and hostility were sucked into it.

Qin Zhonghe kept struggling and twisting, his cold and slippery hands tightly grabbed Fu Ziqiu's wrist, his sharp nails embedded in his skin, soon leaving several blood holes that could be seen deep into the bone.

Fu Ziqiu exerted his strength spontaneously as if he couldn't feel it, the spiritual energy leaked out from his palms, and violently invaded Qin Zhonghe's body, as if magma poured down from the top of his head, washing away all the tendons, burning the flesh and blood, spreading through the lungs, and finding the decayed body. The soul wrapped around it, and gradually tightened it until there was a "boom", and the two forces collided suddenly, completely shattering the soul.

Qin Zhonghe softened immediately, the thick black mist wrapped around his body dissipated, his bones shattered and his dry skin pouched open, crooked like a broken tree branch.

Fu Ziqiu returned to the ground, his footsteps wobbled, and he stood firm.

His lips turned pale, and he coughed twice as he endured the pain in his chest.The power in Qin Zhonghe's body is very strong, it cannot be controlled by evil spirits, it is obviously forced into it by someone, but because of this, the power cannot be fully integrated with Qin Zhonghe, although it can catalyze his demonic nature, But it is not as difficult to break as imagined.

This power is demonic.

Fu Ziqiu exhaled tremblingly, drew his bow and shot an arrow, the arrow cluster was lit with fire from the sky, and the rest of the little ghosts were insignificant.

The ribs were probably cracked by the rushing force, and it hurt a lot, and the repeated bow-drawing action made his scalp tense.

But things are far from that simple.

Suddenly, Fu Ziqiu paused and looked up at the sky.

As a Demon Lord, Fu Ziqiu's perception of the dirty things in the lower three realms is extremely keen. Just a few breaths ago, he clearly felt a burst of Yin Qi overwhelming the sky.In fact, he had already felt this yin energy from the moment he descended to the ninth heaven, and it was tolerable at that time, because there was still lingering in it the anger for mortals to suck.But now, the Yin Qi pouring down from the depths of the ground is very thick, and soon surrounded the surrounding area, and it didn't stop there.

Fu Ziqiu sensed that the yin energy was like a big net in all directions, quickly enveloping the whole world in it.

Once the world is covered by Yin Qi, it is tantamount to completely eradicating the Qi of the living. The living cannot breathe here, and will suffocate to death in a short time.

It is not enough for the inner demon to release evil spirits, it also wants to suffocate all mortals to death!

"Fuck!" Fu Ziqiu scolded, "What a fucking madman!"

As soon as the voice fell, footsteps came from deep in the clouds.

Fu Ziqiu frowned, and was stunned when he saw the person coming.

I saw the black-armored ghost soldiers coming in a line, and the leader of the row was tall and handsome, holding long soldiers in their hands.

Fu Ziqiu's lips trembled, his voice choked in his throat.

Those who came were none other than the million ghost soldiers commanded by His Majesty Shura for Fu Ziqiu, and the leaders were the 24 Generals Shangya under the seat of Master Shura!

Their eyes were dull, their faces were blue, and they were full of evil spirits. They immediately entered the battle as soon as they arrived on the battlefield, and they were obviously manipulated by others.

Fu Ziqiu raised the scarlet bow to block the attack, his silver teeth were about to be crushed, and shouted forcefully: "Changle!"

Several long swords stabbed at the same time, Fu Ziqiu grabbed the bowstring and said goodbye: "Qing Chen! Yu Sui! Wake up!"

The voice quickly dissipated in the wind, and was swallowed up by swords and swords.

Changle and others are different from Qin Zhonghe.

Qin Zhonghe was originally a resentful spirit, his soul body was manipulated by the inner demon, and there was no way to return it except to shatter the soul.But these millions of ghost soldiers are living souls, as long as they find the method, they can awaken their minds. Besides, they are all Fu Ziqiu's subordinates. They have no fault at all and are just controlled by others. How could he have the heart to kill them?

The heavily armored body behind him is the star-breaking army who feels the yin energy and comes down to help!

"Don't kill!" Seeing that the Star Breaking Army immediately went into battle, Fu Ziqiu shouted at them: "They are just being controlled!"

In this way, entanglement and fighting are very hindered. One side is too concerned about killing people, while the other side has no scruples about killing them.

The situation is declining, and if you don't fight back, you will be a mermaid.

Fu Ziqiu had blue veins on his forehead, and it was very difficult for him to defend but not attack.The wound on his wrist was deep, and the blood that flowed out soaked the bow and arrow, so slippery that it was almost impossible to hold it.

Someone shouted: "Master Fu! If this continues, we will die!"

Fu Ziqiu knew it well, weighed the pros and cons, the ghost soldiers in Shura Dao had been controlled, and the celestial clan soldiers would not lose any more in the face of the great enemy.There was a dull pain in his heart, and he had no choice but to give up. These people were still his former brothers and subordinates, and this choice was too difficult.

The order to fight back was turned to the mouth, the sword light crossed the side of the neck, a slight tingling sensation came, Fu Ziqiu managed to dodge it.

A few drops of blood fell, and the sword could cut his throat just a little more.

Fu Ziqiu swung up, stepped on the overlapping long swords, and took advantage of the momentum to rise into the air.His eyes were full of pain, and finally he said hoarsely: "...do it."

Just at this moment, a huge shadow loomed over his face.

Fu Ziqiu was caught off guard and was tied straight up. His back felt cold, and he pressed against a cold body.

Someone chuckled in the ear: "You are so stupid."

Fu Ziqiu froze suddenly, his hands and feet were bound, and he couldn't even lift his elbows.

The demon encircled Fu Ziqiu's shoulders, turned his head to look at the wound on his neck, he didn't know which tendon was wrong, first shook his head twice, then lowered his head slightly, sticking out the tip of his tongue to lick off the bleeding blood .

"...You motherfucker!"

Fu Ziqiu hid to the side, but was held down by the heart demon, his cold lips and tongue lingered along his neck to the delicate mandible, feeling the blood of his master that was about to burst.

"Ziqiu, what do you think you're planning?" The inner demon said in a persuasive manner, "Who is in Long Xiao's heart, don't you see clearly? It's all like this, and you still work hard for him..."

The heart demon whispered to Fu Ziqiu's lips in one breath: "Aren't you cheap?"

Fu Ziqiu's stomach was overwhelmed, and he suppressed his nausea and cursed: "None of your business!"

"Of course it's none of my business." The heart demon moved a little further away from Fu Ziqiu, and it was rare for him to block himself tightly today, exposing his face exactly like Long Xiao's: "Because I found out that the more I get in touch with you, the more I like you , I am becoming more and more reluctant to kill you. But if Long Xiao is not dead, you will not follow me obediently, so what should I do?"

Fu Ziqiu was almost disgusted by the yin and yang tone of the heart demon, and he couldn't hear half a word of his nonsense: "What the hell are you trying to do!"

Sai Xue with the complexion of a demon, with a hostility lingering between his brows, looks gloomy.Hearing this, he hooked the corners of his lips, and the upward arc was the same as when Long Xiao laughed, but not as smooth as him.

"Long Xiao was able to let me be born for Qinghe, but I don't know if he can sacrifice himself for you." Xinmo whispered: "You are also curious, you and Qinghe, who is the most important in his heart?"

Fu Ziqiu felt cold in his heart.

He didn't want to compare with Qinghe who was more important to Long Xiao, it was not necessary at all.

Damn it, why can't he break free from the force that binds him!

"Let's go," Xin Mo laughed, "Let's go to Long Xiao to find out what happened now."

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Yan Yun straightened his chest and back, subtle light flowed from between his fingers, gentle spiritual power healed the sores on his body, leaving only a dry blood stain.

It's ugly enough.

Yan Yun tilted his head, sawing the sword, "stabbing la la" sparks flew everywhere.

"Fight back!" Qi Wu cut off his head again: "Let me see your true strength! Fight back!"

Yan Yun raised his sword and brushed it away, neither making a move nor fighting back, only focusing on defense.

The Yin Qi pouring down from the sea lingered on the sea, causing a sudden sense of dullness, making people breathless.Qi Wu's injury was too serious, Yin Qi eroded into the wound, and there was another burst of sharp pain.He took a breath, knowing that Yan Yun had no intention of fighting, he still aggressively entangled him, insisting on a life-and-death stance, but he was the one who suffered in the end.

Taking advantage of Qi Wu's stray steps, Yan Yun grabbed his wrist.Across a layer of armor, the tentacles were wet and slippery.

"Stop it, you can't beat me."

Qi Wu's eyes were about to burst, and he sneered when he heard the words: "Mighty Wujun is really powerful."

The life-defeating knife swung towards Yan Yun's neck, but was blocked by his sword.Yan Yun said: "I don't want to hurt you."

"How can it be considered harm?" Qi Wu pressed down hard, the wound on his body burst open, a large amount of blood oozes out, and the strong smell envelops the two of them: "Deceive me, Mighty Lord is really a good show, Aren't you happy like this now? Saying something high-sounding, is it possible that you are pretending to be weak and addicted?"

Words and sentences are like knives and swords.

Yan Yun gritted his teeth and shouted: "Qi Wu!"

"How!" Qi Wu's voice was even louder.

"You will die!"

"Haven't you thought about the current situation?" Qi Wu roared: "There is no balance between good and evil. From the moment you betrayed the Celestial Clan, it is impossible for you and me to have both!"

Yan Yun's handsome face twisted suddenly, his eyes were dark, and his soft outline suddenly tightened.

"Come on! Do it!" Qi Wu approached his gaze, his eyes were red: "Today either you die or I die!"

Yan Yun's whole body was stiff, and the veins in his hands were bulging, as if he had endured to the extreme, his body was trembling uncontrollably.A heart-scratching emotion exploded in his heart, and a raging flame ignited wherever it touched, and the tongue of fire engulfed him inch by inch like a wave, and countless dust and smoke clamored to be released.

Qi Wu's whole body's spiritual power was running extremely, pouring all of it on the blade: "Yan Yun!"

"Ah—" Yan Yun roared, raised his long sword unbearably, and pressed it back fiercely.

The invisible air waves shook the sea water, and a huge water curtain rose and fell, violently beating on the reefs on the shore, washing away the insoluble blood on the yellow sand.

The life-defeating knife was pressed against Qi Wu by Yan Yun's backhand, cutting into his flesh with an irresistible force.

The blood seemed to flow endlessly, winding down like a river.

Qi Wu was pressed on the sea surface by Yan Yun, and the flying water splashed the two of them all over their bodies and faces.

A bone-piercing chill struck from below his body, and Qi Wu's complexion rapidly deteriorated, which was the weakness caused by excessive consumption of spiritual energy.

"Why are you forcing me!" Yan Yun roared, "Why are you courting death!"

Qi Wu moved his numb arm, and stretched out his blood-stained fingers tremblingly, but stopped just before touching Yan Yun's cheek.

That face was too clean, and he didn't want to get it dirty.

Qi Wu pursed his lips and asked softly, "Why are you crying?"

Yan Yun couldn't feel whether he was crying or not. Anyway, his face was covered with water, but his eye sockets were indeed sore and hot.

He was stunned by Qi Wuwen, staring at a pair of clear eyes and dare not move again.

The anxious feeling of being overwhelmed was extinguished by the sea water, leaving only his heart being torn apart, and it was so painful that he could hardly breathe.

Qi Wu frowned, probably because he was stretched to the limit, and he was also powerless.

But suddenly, his expression was suddenly overwhelmed by fear——

"Yan Yun..." Qi Wu shouted in a hoarse voice.

Immediately after, there was a burst of dizziness, Yan Yun was hugged vigorously by Qi Wu, and turned over to protect him.

"Uh--"

The person on him trembled violently.

Warm liquid flowed out from Qi Wu's body.

The heroic army who came to save people failed to kill the enemy, but stabbed his own general in the back with his sword. He was so frightened that he immediately dropped the sword and collapsed on the ground.

Yan Yun touched Qi Wu's back in disbelief, and the bleeding hole couldn't be blocked at all.

The temperature is scalding hot.

"Qi..." Yan Yun panicked completely: "...Qi Wu?"

Qi Wu choked out a mouthful of hot blood and sprayed it on Yan Yunbai's neck.He gasped for breath with difficulty, and at the end, he smiled with relief: "That's...that's fine, we...don't have to...make troubles..."

Then when he lowered his head, the strength in his whole body suddenly loosened, and he pressed heavily on Yan Yun's body, and there was no more sound.

"Qi Wu..." Yan Yun's heart fell into the abyss with a "bang", he pushed Qi Wu's shoulder, his voice tremblingly: "Qi Wu!"

The heroic warrior closed his eyes tightly, and there seemed to be no good flesh on his body, and blood was oozing from everywhere.

Yan Yun hugged Qi Wu in his arms, stretched out his hand to feel his breath and feel his pulse.

how come……

The body of a fairy, how could it be so easy...

The groping hand stopped suddenly.

The back of Qi Wu's pierced heart was flickering and flickering, and it was completely silent after a while.

Yan Yun recalled that Qi Wu was a mighty general in the human world before his ascension.The back heart is the gate of life for mortals, and it is also where his spiritual veins lie.

With a sword piercing the heart, is there any way out?

Yan Yun drooped his shoulders dejectedly, looking at Qi Wu's lifeless face, his fists were almost crushed, and finally let out a mournful wail from his chest——

"Qi Wu!"

Long Xiao was startled by the pain in the voice, and suddenly looked back during the fight, only to see Yan Yun hugging the motionless Qi Wu covered in blood.

His face changed, and Lian Sheng took the opportunity to stab him with a sword.

"Tsk, dead." Lian Sheng sneered.

Long Xiao was full of anger, and the waves danced quickly between his wrists. Dasheng's sword was so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes.

Long Xiao slammed Lian Sheng on the shore, and before he could react, he grabbed his front and slammed it on the rocks and soil.

Lian Sheng felt that his internal organs had shifted, and the severe pain made him spit out a mouthful of blood.

Long Xiao turned his head away, a little bit of red sprinkled on his shoulders.

Restraining Lian Sheng's strength did not loosen, Long Xiao pierced his heart with a sword, nailing him to the stone.

Long Xiao looked at Lian Sheng coldly, and said arrogantly: "How dare you act presumptuously in front of me?"

Lian Sheng frowned in pain, and a mouthful of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

Holding the hilt of the sword, Long Xiao forcefully gouged out a circle, and directly cut off a piece of heart: "Is it cool?"

Lian Sheng squinted his eyes, bared his bloody teeth when he heard this sentence, and responded loudly: "It's cool! It's so cool!"

Long Xiao was still puzzled, he raised his sword and cut down, piercing the flesh and cutting the bones, almost cutting Lian Sheng in half.

"...Gu Zhizhou," Lian Sheng squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "That's all you fucking can do!"

Long Xiao let go and pulled out Cang Lang, Lian Sheng lost his support and rotted on the ground like rags.

"You won't be arrogant any longer," Lian Sheng's voice dropped, "The Demon Lord will unify the Three Realms, and he wants to crush you, just as easily as crushing an ant."

Lian Sheng smiled, and gave a knowing blow: "What about you? Can you kill him?"

Long Xiao's eyes darkened, and he raised his hand to pat Lian Sheng.

The surge of spiritual power directly shattered Lian Sheng's soul.

The phalanx was pinched by Long Xiao with a "click" sound, and Lian Sheng's words still echoed in his ears——

"Did you kill him?"

800 years ago, Long Xiao sacrificed flesh and blood to seal the demons.

Up to now, his divine power has recovered, but he is still not completely sure that he can completely regain his inner demons.

The inner demon created by Yin Chi is an invulnerable monster, which can only be controlled and suppressed, but cannot be eliminated at all.

What should I do……

If you try your best, can you change the defeat?

Is it necessary to sacrifice again to seal it?

It was a big mistake for the inner demon to emerge from his body.Now that all living beings of the Three Realms are involved and innocent people die in vain, Long Xiao cannot absolve himself of the blame.

Even if the matter subsides, how can he be alone?There are many people talking about it, how can he, the chief culprit, live at ease in the world?

Long Xiao bit his lower lip, leaving deep bloodstains.

As for Aqiu, can he still accept his leaving again?

Thinking of this, Long Xiao felt a dull pain in his heart.

Thousands of thoughts arose on the ground, and only then did he realize that the bumpy road ahead was beyond his control.

Long Xiao took a deep breath, and choked out a cloud of dark air with too much force, which made him cough uncontrollably.

This Yin Qi will fill the human world, and if it is not channeled in time, the entire human world will be reduced to Avici Hell.

Long Xiao picked up his mood, and was about to arrest Yan Yun for questioning, when black shadows flashed in front of his eyes, and then, star-breaking soldiers in silver armor fell from the sky one after another.

"Bang bang", smashed to the ground, smashed into blood mud.

Long Xiao's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately rolled up a gust of gentle wind and fell slowly, catching the others firmly, and then put them on the ground.

Fu Ziqiu's 24 generals of Shangya stood in a row, followed by a million ghost soldiers of Shura Dao.

Long Xiao's forehead twitched unceasingly, faintly feeling uneasy.

Sure enough, in the next moment, the demon in his heart lightly pushed away the person standing in front of him, and appeared in front of Fu Ziqiu's shoulders with his arms around him.