Master Xiao thinks about those years

With a calm expression, Yan Chen stepped into the palace.

The long and narrow palace is covered with blood-colored flowers.In the center of the main hall, there is a crystal coffin.

The white light of the crystal coffin blooms in the red sea, as if the holy snow lotus bloomed from the sea of ​​blood.

Yan Chen calmly stepped across the bloody area, and came to the side of the crystal coffin.

The person in the crystal coffin was dressed in white and closed his eyes serenely. If outsiders were in a trance for a moment, they would mistakenly think that the person in the coffin had not died, but had just fallen into a deep sleep.

Yan Chen quietly stared at the face in front of him that was very similar to himself, quietly watching the self in his previous life.

Obviously after his sacrifice, there was no bones left, but the talisman could reshape his body.

It should be... a lot of thinking.

The person lying in the coffin was dressed in white clothes and had a clean and pure face.

Yan Chen smiled wryly, he lowered his head, looked at his blood-colored red dress, and the blood-colored flowers on his forehead were reflected on the coffin, after all, it was beyond recognition.

Yan Chen moved his finger, and the palm of his hand called out a light blue water mist.

He lowered his head again, took a serious look at the face in the coffin, and then turned his palm forward, the blue water mist hit the coffin, and the crystal and the sleeping person fell apart together.

"Goodbye."

The sound of violent bombing spread from the hall to the outside of the hall.

"Mo Qing, you are so cruel."

Fu Nian knelt in the golden formation with a gloomy and desolate smile.

There is no trace of clarity in the pupils, only blood is swaying.

In this world, when people get along with each other, there is always something to pay back.For example, mistakes.For example, emotion.

Fu Nian knew that based on what he had done, he would definitely fall into the abyss of evil after death, but before that, he had to get Mo Qing out of hell first.

Because, this is what he owes him.

Yan Chen walked out of the hall with a sigh of relief, and he slowly walked towards the kneeling Fu Nian with his head bowed.Meng Huan is still continuing the formation, but Zhuran has disappeared.

Seeing Yan Chen who was walking slowly, Meng Huan said anxiously: "Mo Qing, hurry up. I'm dragging my senior brother, the farther you go, the better."

"It's useless, even if you go to the ends of the earth, I will catch you back"

"I will make your life worse than death, Mo Qing."

Fu Nian looked at the ground silently, carelessly.

"Moqing, don't listen to my senior brother, run quickly, and I will do my best to protect you." Meng Huan urged with an anxious face.

Fu Nian sneered, no one had ever been able to escape from his palm.

"I do not go."

With a calm and gentle voice, Yan Chen looked at the person in front of him calmly.

Fu Nian's eyelashes flickered, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Mo Qing! Are you crazy?"

Meng Huan shouted.

Mo Qing turned a deaf ear, he walked up to Fu Nian, knelt outside the formation, in front of Fu Nian, and looked at him seriously: "My lord, as I said, I will stay by your side and accompany you. "

Hearing the gentle words, Fu Nian only felt ridiculed.He raised his head and looked at the warm eyes of the person in front of him, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth: "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Then you should think about it, the price is... life is worse than death!"

"it is good"

Yan Chen smiled and answered without hesitation.

No matter what, if this can pay you back, that's fine.

"Meng Huan, break the formation."

Yan Chen spoke lightly.

"Moqing!" Meng Huan worried.

"It's broken..."

"You... oh..." With a helpless sigh, Meng Huan hesitated again and again, and finally withdrew the Jade Soul Sword.

The golden light disappeared together with the formation.

Fu Nian stood up, and the Flowing Fire Ring in his hand turned into a growth sword, and then pierced Yan Chen's pipa bone like a gust of wind.

"Hmm..." Yan Chen snorted, his brows were tightly frowned, and his whole body was crumbling like a reed.

"Mo Qing!" Meng Huan exclaimed.

Fu Nian turned around and slapped Meng Huan harshly.With internal force wrapped in his palm, Meng Huan fell to the ground in an instant.

"Worry about yourself first, don't forget, you are an accomplice!" Fu Nian stared at the young man on the ground.

"Mo, don't want to hurt Meng Huan...I forced him..."

Yan Chen was worried about Meng Huan, and struggled to raise his head.He didn't take the blade, but he moved it immediately, and suddenly his face turned pale from the pain.

The corner of Fu Nian's mouth twitched, and he grasped the hilt of the sword and stabbed forward forcefully.

"Um... uh..."

"Don't worry, of course I know that the biggest culprit is you." Fu Nian whispered into Yan Chen's ear.

"So, I will torture you slowly."

Whispered in a low voice, with banter.

It shows the infinite joy of the person who said it.

Yan Chen was in pain like a piercing heart, dense sweat was dripping from his forehead, and his slender nails were deeply embedded in the flesh and blood.

it's nothing……

It's still bearable, Yan Chen, I have survived the thirteen Lingshuangbing swords in my previous life, can't I survive this sword?

Yan Chen hinted positively to himself, his white teeth clenched his red lips tightly, his face was almost pale.

After all, he forgot that the Flowing Fire Ring is not an ordinary sword.

The Ring of Flowing Fire has its own attribute of Flowing Fire, if it is pierced by the sword he transformed, the flesh and blood will be as painful as burning.

"Mo Qing, can you still bear it?"

The warm breath of Fu Nian was in the ears.

Yan Chen trembled all over.

"I, I can..."

He raised his head, wanting to look up at the pair of obsidian eyes in front of him.But before he saw it, he suddenly lost his strength and fell straight backwards.

"Mo Qing!" The last voice came from Meng Huan's exclamation.

It was dark everywhere, Yan Chen felt that he had fallen into a boundless darkness.

The sea has a shore, and the darkness is boundless.

Countless voices resounded in his ears, some were joyful, some were melancholy, some were helpless... Traveling through time with illusory came to his ears, like bees buzzing.

It's so noisy, Yan Chen frowned, the noise made him unable to sleep peacefully.

He really wanted to take a break, but the voice refused to let him go.

"Moqing, I want your life to be worse than death!"

"Mo Qing, I really...hate you to death..."

The sleeping person frowned, and his whole body was bound by the nightmare.

Past and present lives are intertwined, Yan Chen's consciousness has dissipated, and he no longer knows where he is.

"Can't take it anymore?"

The joking words rang in my ears, this time, the voice removed the falsehood and was extremely real.

Ling Chen...

In the darkness, a face suddenly appeared. It was a young man's face, with handsome features and clear eyes. But suddenly, this face changed. The handsome features were clouded, and the clear eyes were full of blood.

Yan Chen felt his heart was seized, he stared at the face in front of him, struggling to break through the darkness.

The sleeping man's eyelashes swayed slightly, his pale face wrinkled tightly.

Yan Chen struggled in the darkness for a long time, after a while, he finally opened his eyes in confusion.

The light falling into the pupils was darker than he had imagined, Yan Chen looked ahead hazily, and when the mist in front of him dissipated, he found himself in a dark and damp room.

Looking to the left, there are hard and cold iron bars with mottled locks hanging on the bars.

Looking to the right, there are vertical wooden boards with instruments of torture lined up.Different colors of dagger blades, long ones, short ones... There are many that Yan Chen has never seen before.

Look again, the surrounding area is empty.

Yan Chen was still thinking about Meng Huan, and wanted to stand up, but when he moved lightly, his whole body suddenly ached.

Cold foreign objects in his hands and feet warned him.

"Well……"

Yan Chen snorted, he bowed his head with difficulty, only to realize that he was imprisoned on the cold stone bed, his hands and feet were tied with heavy shackles.The arms and thighs were all nailed with cold and hard iron nails.

He raised his head and returned to the original posture, but just like this, it also affected the cold foreign objects in the flesh and blood, Yan Chen's pale face was close to white paper, and his forehead was covered with dense sweat.

He panted/breathed slightly, trying not to move himself.

Now... there's really nothing I can do.

He couldn't even move a step.

Yan Chen slowly closed his eyes, feeling like a useless person.

Just wait here for the time to pass...

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Time goes by so slowly, every second seems like a year.

The pain tormented him and prevented him from sleeping peacefully, but the pain lasted for a long time, he became a little numb, and drowsiness surged up again.

In a daze, Yan Chen felt that the boundless darkness was waiting for him again.

However, there was a sound of iron crashing in my ears.

"boom--"

Yan Chen woke up from the trance, opened his eyes suddenly, first he heard the sound of heavy footsteps, and then, an evil face appeared in front of him.

"Mo Qing, did you sleep well?"

Fu Nian stood beside the large stone bed, looking down at the pale-faced Yan Chen.

"Respect, Lord..."

Yan Chen's voice was hoarse, and he struggled to call out.

"Do you regret it?" Fu Nian had a sinister smile on his lips.

"I, don't regret..."

"Oh? Why don't you regret it?" Fu Nian leaned closer, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly: "If you hadn't destroyed my master's body, you wouldn't have ended up like this today. Tell me, why don't you regret it? Woolen cloth?"

"Because, because... I was wrong..."

"Wrong? Hahahaha..."

The cold cell was immediately filled with wanton laughter, each with desolation and sarcasm.

"Okay, Moqing, it's fine if you don't regret it."

"Then, just keep playing with me."

Fu Nian smiled, with an evil smile, and then he suddenly moved his face closer to Yan Chen's pale lips.

"Well……"

Yan Chen's eyes, which were as warm as spring water, widened in an instant, his lips were burning hot, and he broke into a wild beast.

He struggled, pulling the nails in his flesh and blood, causing waves of pain all over his body.

Fu Nian felt the trembling coming from Mo Qing's body, and the corner of his mouth curled up, plundering even more fiercely.

"Uh... Talisman..."

"Do not……"

Yan Chen felt that he was almost suffocated, and his mind went blank.

The shame rising from his veins hit his chest.

Can't……

He can accept the pain of being pierced by a long sword, he can accept the pain of being pierced by a nail, and he can also endure the pain of being burned by fire.

However, this method alone cannot...

because this is

His last pride...