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

72.

The demon's half-pale arm was stained with bright red blood. He turned around slowly, put his fingertips on his lips and licked it lightly, with a strange light in his eyes: "It's amazing, I forced one of my most loyal dogs in just a few words. crazy."

Long Xiao stood in front of Fu Ziqiu with half of his body: "Thank you."

The demon sneered, raised his eyes lazily, and looked at the thick clouds: "The yin energy will soon fill the world, and the dead mortals will become the most vicious ghosts. The Three Realms will no longer exist. From now on, only God And ghosts. There are only so many gods, but ghosts are endless. Long Xiao, do you still think you can win?"

Long Xiao casually wiped the blood from his hand on the hem of his clothes, held Canglang down, and rushed out unexpectedly: "Who wins and who loses, just try it out!"

"Long Xiao!" Fu Ziqiu exclaimed in surprise.

Thousands of golden lights burst out from Long Xiao's body, and even his hair was covered with the most sacred halo.The golden dragon is like an arrow leaving the string, whizzing away with its long tail.

The wind was so loud that Fu Ziqiu's drenched red clothes turned upside down.He clenched his fists, catching sporadic spots of light in the gaps in the dark clouds.

Li Gui's minions swung in front of him, Fu Ziqiu had to be distracted to deal with it.

The out-of-control Shangya Army raised his long sword and mercilessly slashed at his former master.

Apparently, Long Yuan also noticed this, and tried several times to get rid of the entanglement, but there were too many ghosts, one wave was eliminated, and a new wave was connected, as if there was no end.

There was a raging fire on the surface of the sea.

At this moment, above the gloomy sky, between the layers of clouds, two long dragons, one golden and one black, faced each other at the corners.The dragon tails are entangled with each other, exerting their strength together, mingling desperately together.The sharp claws are embedded in each other's flesh and blood, and no one is willing to let go first.

Invisible air waves gathered around, and two powerful forces defended each side, and exploded at the peak.

Just hearing a "bang", the sky seemed to be exploded, the sky brightened for a moment, the wind howled, and the sea that had just been calm was turbulent again.

The extremely oppressive spiritual power spread out, and the nearby birds and beasts had long since died out. The fish in the deep sea were affected and struggled to jump out of the sea.

Thousands of fierce ghosts were wiped out by the spiritual power like a sword, and at the same time, the heavenly soldiers and generals were also eroded by the demonic energy.

Long Xiao regained his human form in mid-air, his gown was covered by platinum armor, and a pair of dragon horns glistened on his forehead.

Fu Ziqiu glanced in his direction, as if his soul had been pierced.

Across the years and rivers——

The god of war in armor stands on the city wall, the beacon fire burns the ground under his feet, the smoke of the war encloses the world in the tulle, and the blood slaughters the living beings. He is the only one in the sky full of sins. His eyes are broken and shaken, tender and difficult Over the years, there is no dust, no dirt and no trace.

A crack suddenly appeared in Fu Ziqiu's eyes, and even a muscle in his head throbbed crazily.The throbbing pain quickly descended to the heart, and then affected the lungs, sweeping the whole body.

Long Yuan stretched his arms and soared, and with a fierce sweep of the dragon's tail, he knocked out the evil spirits around him.He rushed to Fu Ziqiu nearby, swam around and took care of the Shangya army who were entangled nearby.

"Why are you in a daze?" Long Yuan hooked Fu Ziqiu's collar with his claws, "There are evil spirits everywhere here."

Fu Ziqiu came back to his senses in astonishment, and subconsciously raised his head to look at Long Xiao.

"I'll help him." Long Yuan said, "You just stay here, my brother cares about you so much, don't let him be distracted at this time."

Fu Ziqiu was shocked suddenly.

The sound of Long Xiao seemed to echo in his ears.

"...I went to the battlefield, not to the house. What do you have to do? I have to take care of you later, and it's easy to get distracted."

Immediately afterwards, another voice sounded, and said stickily: "The situation is not tense this time, so you can take me with you. I promise not to cause trouble for you. An'an will be a mascot. If you can't do it, you can find a cage." It's okay to lock me up, I just want to go and have a look with you, okay?"

The heart was beating violently, as if it was about to break through the shackles of flesh and blood.Fu Ziqiu's lips moved, and more memories flooded into his mind, scattered and unpaintable——

The surrounding spiritual power and demonic energy kept colliding, and there were wailing everywhere.Fu Ziqiu pinched the palm of his hand, forced himself to withdraw from the dull pain, and then rose on the wind, the sky fire burned in his palm, and splashed down on the heaven and earth.

Suddenly, those fires gathered in his cold eyes.

He saw the fire that stretched for thousands of miles in the demon world 800 years ago, and the ghosts that were refined into evil spirits were submerged in it, and the devilish energy rose up one after another.

The instigator stood on a high place almost numbly, and the bright flames hit Long Xiaoruyu's face, making him look extremely cruel.

"Your Majesty, the fire in the sky has been burning for seven days and seven nights, and all the evil spirits have been killed. Let's... go back to the Nine Heavens."

Long Xiao turned his affectionate eyes stiffly, looked behind him, and repeated as if he didn't understand: "Go back?"

"Your Majesty! Lord Bei Yan and Feng Ya have already thought of countermeasures. The situation was chaotic at that time, and not many people knew the truth..."

"What do they want?" Long Xiao grinned, showing an emotionless smile, "Are you hiding all this?"

"His Majesty……"

"I'm guilty." The look in Long Xiao's eyes was empty, and he said every word, "I should be punished."

"Brother Long Xiao!"

Long Xiao was hugged so hard: "You are innocent, you can't help yourself, come back with me, we will find a way, please come with me."

Long Xiao broke off the fingers of the man on his body one by one, muttering in his mouth like a walking dead: "...I deserve to die."

The ghost gauze exposed on the skin shone brightly, and the imprint on Fu Ziqiu's forehead was so red that a drop of blood was about to fall.Wisps of devilish energy were absorbed into his palm, from thick to light, from black to gray, he was almost overwhelmed by those things.

The mood was disturbed, and the wet clothes were blown by the cold wind, and a layer of white frost formed. The weight was on his body, and Fu Ziqiu almost couldn't lift his arms.

It seems that there is blood stuck in the heart, dull, depressing, making people unable to breathe.

The roars and screams of the ghosts filled the ears, whizzing past like knives.In this occasional quarrel, Fu Ziqiu could still capture the gentle voice that belonged to Long Xiao, and it became clearer and clearer without interference.

In the black-gray demonic energy that drifted, a piece of white clothes corner could be vaguely seen, with a faint golden light shining on it, just looking at the stitches, one felt boundless and noble.

Another gust of wind blew, completely breaking up the reunion mist.

Long Xiao turned around slowly, deep tiredness appeared between his usual stretched brows, and he could even see a little bit of uncontrollable pain, which was a contradiction and conflict that even the naturally raised corners of his lips could not alleviate.

Long Xiao in front of him was extremely thin, even worse than his thin body when he was just reborn from the hell realm. The luxurious clothes hung on his body were empty and could not hold up at all.His face was also pale, without any trace of blood.

Fu Ziqiu's heart was pricked with a needle.

But Long Xiao suddenly smiled at this moment, which was very different from his usual smile. Anyone who was not blind could tell that it was forced out of his face, only involving a layer of skin, which was very forced.

"You're here." Long Xiao's voice was very soft: "I just woke up and was looking for you."

"Don't make it up, you're so neatly dressed, you've been awake for at least half an hour. The majestic emperor doesn't even blink his eyes when he tells a lie."

In his previous life, Long Xiao really had no experience in lying. He had only made up a few stories, but basically none of them were convincing, and it was quite a failure to say the least.

Long Xiao was dumbfounded, and stood by the window a little bit restrained. The Lord of Heaven looked like a child who had done something wrong and was caught.

"What are you thinking, tell me."

Long Xiao paused, but still shook his head: "No, I've been lying down for a long time, and my body feels weak. I want to go for a walk."

"Although it's spring, it's still very cold outside. You can't see the wind now. If it gets warmer, I'll let you go out, okay?"

Long Xiao bit his lower lip and frowned imperceptibly: "Okay."

Then Long Xiao was pushed to the edge of the table by his shoulders, and stuffed a stack of paperwork in his hand: "Hey, I know you can't be idle, these things have been piled up for several days, you can do things when you wake up."

Long Xiao's fingers holding the document gradually tightened until his knuckles turned white. Finally, he gently put the document back on the desk, hesitantly stretched out his little finger, and hooked it around the fiery red cuff beside him.

Long Xiao raised his eyes, looked up at him, pressed his light-colored thin lips tightly and then loosened them, and said almost silently, "Qinghe, help me again."

Unspeakable sadness swept Fu Ziqiu.

At this moment, all five senses came together in my heart, those feelings were too many and too chaotic, it was difficult to tell which one was what, only the intractable pain remained, like thick ink stains on clothes, which gradually spread out when they meet water, Drenched round and round.

For immortals, "helpless" is really a new word.They have a long life and powerful strength, and they can do things that ordinary people can't even imagine as long as they move their fingers.This is true for low-level immortals, let alone a natural god like Long Xiao.

But just now, Fu Ziqiu clearly saw the helplessness in Long Xiao's gentle eyes.

This inappropriate emotion made him feel hesitant and fragile, as if he could be crushed easily with a single sentence.It was true, this set of bony bones and flesh was smashed and then forcibly pieced together, the gaps between the bones were covered with minions that eroded the soul, tearing at every moment, trying to split him in half.

Fu Ziqiu had a sore nose, and saw that Qinghe moved another chair to sit beside Long Xiao, slowly grinding the ink and laying out the paper, picked up the vermilion-colored ink from the wolf hair, and said to Long Xiao: "You say, I'll write. "

800 years ago, Qinghe turned his face sideways in the morning light, a soft halo enveloped him, his vermilion lips were raised lightly, his phoenix eyes were half-picked up, his face was too glamorous, like a blooming mandala in the abyss.

After 800 years, the resonance in the soul finally recovered little by little, and the sour pain in the senses, perceptions, and emotions that belonged to Qinghe flowed into Fu Ziqiu's body.

He finally understood where his uncontrollable feelings towards Long Xiao came from, and finally heard the sharp questioning in his heart——

"I love him so much to let you abuse him like this? I finally saved him and came back to let you hurt him like this?"

It turns out that they have long been compatible with each other, regardless of each other.

It turned out that he had long been attracted by Long Xiao, and he was fascinated day and night.

The chaotic memory, clear and unclear, is no longer like a while ago when you can't grasp the clues from beginning to end, but fill them in one after another.

Fu Ziqiu was scalding all over his body, and 800 years suddenly seemed like a dream. His blood was boiled by the fire named "Long Xiao". The ancient seals were gradually broken all over his body, and even his hair was sparkling.

In an instant, the eye-catching light sprinkled on the earth, and the bursting aperture bounced off bursts of unstoppable wind and waves.

Ryongyeon fell from the sky and fell straight into the icy sea water.

On the flat ground, the rough sand and gravel and the dead leaves are blown up by the strong wind, and the dim yellow particles blind people's eyes, and the rough sense of touch is produced by the training.

Long Xiao gritted his teeth to withstand the attack of the inner demon, Zhen Ling pressed hard on the Canglang, and the scarred sword burst into tiny cracks.

"How?" The demon smiled triumphantly, "Can you kill me?"

Long Xiao turned back and drew the sword, and received a solid attack on his back shoulder.

The divine sword full of evil spirits pierced through the hard armor, and cut a layer of flesh shallowly.

All the spiritual power in Long Xiao's body reached the palm of his hand, Cang Lang was quenched with the most dazzling golden color at this moment, the blade turned sharply, pierced through the magic barrier with the force of splitting the sky, and smashed straight down.

With this sword, Long Xiao almost devoted all his spiritual power, which was enough to destroy all the terrifying and eerie evil spirits in the world.

The sky that had been dark for an unknown amount of time finally revealed a little light.

In an instant, the evil spirit lingering in the world blurred its figure, its movements stopped suddenly, and its hissing stopped suddenly.

They came fiercely, but when they left, there was no trace, only a slight sway, and the nightmare that lasted for many days in the Three Realms disappeared in an instant.

So easy it's unreal.

The backflowing yin qi dissipated suddenly, and the newborn sun could be seen faintly on the distant mountain.

Light color, gentle like a lover's eyes.

A new day has come.

Fu Ziqiu's expression suddenly changed to panic.

The changing scene faded away, leaving only the voice of rage still lingering in place——

"What do you want to do? Long Xiao! What on earth do you want to do!"

"Isn't it Jiutian Shenhuo! I can do it! Let me do anything as long as it can help you!"

"I don't need your protection! If this is the meaning of my life, I am willing! I am the last phoenix bird in the Three Realms, and I will do my part no matter what happens!"

The imprint on Fu Ziqiu's forehead was about to burn, and the subtle pain passed through his mind. He hurriedly cleared the clouds and fog inside, trying to capture a trace of dusty truth.

Divine Fire, Phoenix Bird.

He broke down and thought, Long Xiao couldn't kill the demon 800 years ago, can he do it today?

What does Long Xiao mean by doing this, using all his spiritual power to destroy the evil spirits and demonic barriers in the sky, the pouring yin energy will return to hell, and the three worlds will return to peace.

What about demons?

What can I do if I can't kill him?

Fu Ziqiu turned his head abruptly. In the confusion, he remembered the wrinkled face of the patriarch.

The little phoenix, who has not yet learned how to change form, hides in the back row, drowsy under the warm sun between the water and clouds, and listens intermittently to the old patriarch chanting the myth of the Phoenix clan: "Our Phoenix clan bears the sacred fire of the nine heavens, and it is more powerful than the nine heavens." The Heavenly Fire of that group of gods is much more powerful. The Heavenly Fire burns evil spirits, and our Divine Fire eliminates evil karma and demons. Understand? They can only hit those tangible things, and we can burn those things that cannot be touched or seen. clean."

Fu Ziqiu remembered it!

He remembered it all!

The only thing that can get rid of the demons in this world is the Nine Heavens Divine Fire of the phoenix divine bird!

Long Xiao couldn't kill the inner demon 800 years ago, and he still can't kill him today.

Demons cannot be killed.

So Long Xiao cleaned up everything and restored peace to the Three Realms, then what?

Dedicate yourself to the seal again?

Fu Ziqiu was wrapped in deep fear: "Long Xiao..."

The emotion of extreme grief finally turned into a boundless fire, and Fu Ziqiu felt that he was on fire, and the almost numb pain on his chest rolled into a boiling fireball, scorching all over his body, splashing hot blood.

Something grows on the back, stretches, clamoring to break out of the body.