Lord Shangshen, please stay

I'll marry you.

If the phoenix lives in the phoenix tree, I will marry you; if the phoenix does not come, I will marry you.

Yan Lingxian thought, in fact, whoever married whom—seemed not to be that important anymore.It doesn't matter anymore, it doesn't matter anymore, as long as Xiu Mu is by my side, nothing matters anymore.

To his order in the world, to his gods coming to the world, to his salvation of all living beings.

Yan Lingxian just wanted to die with her lover.

The flowers in despair are like the large manjusawa at the entrance of the underworld, beautiful and charming, but desperately painful.People cannot live forever in endless pain, they want to find a solution, they want to get out of this pain, they want to be free.

Fortunately, the human lifespan is only a hundred years, but what about the gods?

After an endless life, there is endless pain.

"Xiu Mu!" Yan Lingxian's eyes widened, and she firmly grasped Xiu Mu's lapel.She saw Calvary attacking with his heavy body and shackles.After the formation is weakened, the restrictions within the formation almost no longer exist.

Time seems to be frozen at this moment, with my dilated pupils, Xiumu's warm embrace, the Linyuan sword beside me, the cold eighteenth floor of the underworld, the feet covered with formations, and the ferocious Skull God attacking .

"Hush." ​​Faced with Yan Lingxian's panic, Xiu Mu just smiled lightly, and pressed her into her arms, she said softly, "Close your eyes, it will be fine soon... soon." Her voice was almost a whisper, with an eerie reassurance.

"Ah Xian, everything will be fine soon."

Yan Lingxian's heart seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, she wanted to resist Xiu Mu, wanted to raise her head, and wanted to take the fatal blow of the Skull God for her.But it was too late—too late.

Where can it be?

I don't have the strength to parry at all now, but Xiu Mu can dodge it!As long as she turned slightly sideways, she could dodge the blow.As long as he doesn't care about himself, Xiu Mu can completely retreat.

A kind of sadness suddenly appeared in Yan Lingxian's heart. This kind of sadness came from nowhere, but it quickly wrapped her up.It was probably because she had been pretending to be indifferent and strong for too long, and she almost collapsed under the emotional outburst.

"Xiu Mu... Xiu Mu... let me go!"

Xiu Mu hugged her even tighter.

"Ah Xian, I'll be fine soon. Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

But—but you know it well!I am not afraid of death!I'm afraid you'll get hurt!

Too late.

Yan Lingxian was in a trance when she realized that she always seemed to be one step behind.No matter in the past or now, she is always one step late.

Lin Yuanjian uttered a crisp sword cry, and blocked Xiu Mu's back.But the menacing devilish energy quickly corroded it, and within a short while, it flew out backwards.

Everything seems to be so short, but it is so long.

Yan Lingxian's mind was blank, she thought, maybe a century had passed - but, it was only one breath.

Xiu Mu's arms holding her tightened quickly, and at the same time, Yan Lingxian felt her body embracing her suddenly tremble.

The huge impact hit Xiu Mu's back unreservedly with the surging devilish energy.

[Hissing, howling, crying, killing.

Crying, unbearable, grief, killing intent.

Crying all over the sky, clouds all over the sky.

That's blood, that's the setting sun.

The sky seemed to be stained red with blood, and the blood penetrated into the clouds little by little, emitting a deep red and golden light. 】

——It all started with the first battle between gods and demons.

[Roars, grinning laughter, despair, silence.

Anger, madness, counterattack, bite.

The sky is full of silence, the sky is full of clouds.

There is nothing left, only she is left alone in this world, enjoying an endless lifespan and suffering endless suffering.

That piece of sky was frighteningly blue. In her memory, she had never seen such a blue sky. 】

——Everything seems to end in the second war of gods and demons.

Deathly silence.

Yan Lingxian heard Xiu Mu's muffled groan, and heard the heavy breathing of the Skull God.

"Xiu Mu..." Yan Lingxian's head was still buried on Xiu Mu's shoulder, and she felt that her tears had soaked the clothes on Xiu Mu's shoulder.

"Xiu Mu..." Yan Lingxian did not dare to look up.She only dared to call her one by one, as if Xiuling was calling herself in the chaos.

In a daze, she seemed to see Xiu Mu waving to her.

Divine red blood mixed with gold flowed out, at first it leaked out little by little, stained with devilish energy, and then, it flowed out like a bank bursting.

Xiu Mu trembled all over.

It's just demonic energy—it's just demonic energy!

But in the end it was an attack mixed with a full blow from the skull god.Xiu Mu felt that his body was being destroyed by the devilish energy. At first, the devilish energy only infiltrated from behind, and then it attacked in an all-round way.

It doesn't feel good.There are two different forces constantly pulling in Xiu Mushang's still weak body - as if it was just for a moment, Xiu Mu has fallen into the No. 19 hell, and there is no chance of turning over.

Such torture, for Xiu Mu, who still lacks a large piece of soul fragment, is tantamount to bringing her close to death endlessly.

It's been a long tug of war.

Devil energy and divine power are pulling each other, one ebbs and the other grows, one grows and the other fades.It seems endless.

What people are most afraid of is not death, but the concern at the time of death—a concern that cannot be let go and cannot be let go.

Xiu Mu's memory is incomplete, her memory is intermittent, and she doesn't even know how to mobilize her spiritual power.

But she knew that she wanted to protect Ah Xian, and she couldn't let Ah Xian get hurt a little bit.

In an instant, Xiu Mu was already covered in sweat.Sweat slid from the forehead, and there was a slight sting when it slid on the skin.The pain on the back seemed to have long been numb, the demonic energy was eroding, and the divine power was being repaired.If things go on like this, they are just waiting to die.

But, she couldn't die—at least, she couldn't die in front of Ah Xian.

"Sleep for a while." Xiu Mu kissed Yan Lingxian's forehead lightly again, with the solemnity of cherishing the rare treasure, with a decisive farewell, with her incomplete but still deeply in love with her instinct.She lightly tapped Yan Lingxian's neck with her index finger, and the latter lost all his strength and fell softly into her arms.

Even if she died, she could no longer let Ah Xian watch her leave.

Xiu Mu solemnly placed a kiss on Yan Lingxian's lips.

Ah Xian, if I am still lucky, I will meet you again.

Please don't forget me.

It seemed that a tear fell on Yan Lingxian's brow.

Xiu Mu staggered and stood up straight, holding the sword in his right hand, the tip of the sword slashed across the ground engraved with runes, leaving white marks.The white was incompatible with the black surroundings, just like Xiu Mu's decisive aura when he lifted the sword was incompatible with the gloomy and cold atmosphere around him.

Calvary could not help taking a step back, his chains seemed to be getting heavier.That blow just now had exhausted the power he had exhausted all his efforts in the past 3 years. Now he has no magic energy, like a lamb at the mercy of others.

but--

Skull God's dark eyes glanced at Xiu Mu, he thought, even if he became a lamb to be slaughtered, spiritual cultivation is at the end of his battle right now.It is still unknown who will win the game.

If only one person is in a strong period, he can kill the other party almost effortlessly - if Xiu Mu hadn't been injured in order to protect Yan Lingxian, if Yan Lingxian hadn't been injured by the backlash of the formation, if the skull god hadn't been killed Imprisoned for 3 years.

However, no if.

"You should die." Xiu Mu slowly raised the sword. It was such a seemingly insignificant movement, but it mobilized all the strength in her whole body. She could even feel that her hands holding the sword were trembling slightly, so that she He had to use both hands to stabilize the Linyuan sword.

Her tone was very calm, as if she was just telling a fact.Her tone was too flat, as if she was just saying, let's go for a walk after dinner-so flat.

However, both Xiu Mu and Skull God knew that they were not as relaxed and indifferent as they seemed to each other.They all want to create a relaxed appearance that they still have the strength to spare, but they both know each other clearly.

"You can't kill me." The Skull God stared fixedly at Xiu Mu's eyes, as if he wanted to make the other party retreat through such a demonstration.He pretended to be relaxed, but he knew in his heart that during the 3 years of being imprisoned on the eighteenth floor of the underworld, he had lost too much of his cultivation, and now he is no different from a waste.

But Xiu Mu will not be much better than him.

"It's been 3 years." The corners of Xiu Mu's lips curled up. At first, it was just a flat smile, and then the corners of the lips curled up more and more. She laughed so hard that her whole body trembled, and she could hardly stand up.

"Skull God, you have lived for 3 years." Xiu Mu's hand clenched the hilt of the sword, and the warm and familiar touch gave her a sense of security at the moment.This sense of security came from the inside out. She knew that she had fought side by side with this sword for a long time.

"It's time to die." Xiu Mu said calmly.

"One of the crimes is to be willing to fall."

"The second crime is helping the tyrant to do evil."

"The third crime is wanton killing."

"The fourth crime..."

"The fifth crime..."

……

"The crime is ten, and the evil heart is not dead."

As if the verdict was pronounced, the Linyuan Sword in Xiu Mu's hand shone brightly, like the gavel of the final decision in the courtroom. After she said the next word, she rushed towards the Skull God with the sword.

The clash of swords and chains.

The muffled sound of the sword piercing into flesh and blood.

The pain of a palm hitting the chest.

A war of beasts.

Life or death, no matter.

Killing is the original sin.

Yan Lingxian had a dream. In the dream, the phoenix flew to the sycamore tree that she and Xiu Ling had planted with their own hands, and then willingly became their sedan chair.

A big wedding.

But who knows, it was just a dream.

Yan Lingxian's eyes were tightly closed, and tears slid from the corners of her eyes to the ends of her hair, leaving a trail of water.Soon, the water mark disappeared and there was no trace.

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