Master Xiao thinks about those years

Fu Nian became the murderer of the entire Jinshui Town.

The sounds of crusade around were still strong, and all the disciples of Shangyu couldn't hold back the swords in their hands. Driven by their sense of responsibility as decent disciples, they even began to lay down formations and capture talismans.

Ordinary formations can't capture Fu Nian at all, but Fu Nian ignored the strong spurning around him, his eyes still fell on the bloody corpses not far away, watching calmly, not shocking, only There was a dead silence.

These people... were all killed by him, not what he wanted to kill, but he did penetrate the chests of these people one by one with the Flowing Fire Sword.

The bright red blood was still gurgling, hot, steaming blood.

Fishy and pungent.

Fu Nian had experienced the scene in front of him before.

That was six years ago, when his master died.

The rest of the Daoist Qinghui and Lin Ji, the master of the evil curse, died together, so everyone breathed a sigh of relief, because the greatest disaster in the world has finally disappeared.

All of Shangyu's disciples were laughing, and then, amidst the laughter, he led a group of blood clansmen to almost overthrow Shangyu.

No one thought that he was a more powerful disaster than Lin Ji.

Fu Nian now still doesn't understand why he fell into the bloody path. He only knows that at the moment when the master died, his whole body was in pain like being torn, and he was not reconciled. Why should those people laugh? !

His master is dead!

Why are you laughing?

The evil in his blood was driving him, so he held the Flowing Fire Sword in his own hand, manipulated a group of blood corpses, and tore the smiles on the faces of those disciples.

He's a lunatic, completely insane.

He was clearly a fellow apprentice, and they were all people they used to get along with, but he was able to do it.

His rune, at that time was a complete devil.

"Running! You traitor!"

Suddenly, there was an angry rebuke in the chaotic killing.

Fu Nian couldn't listen to these words at all, it was useless to scold him, he was hopeless.But at that time, he stopped killing after this sentence.

Because, in the hand of the person who said this sentence, there was a sword shining with silver light.

It was the Lingshuang Sword, the spiritual weapon of his master.

His master used this sword to kill countless treacherous evil spirits and restore righteousness.

But now, in front of this sword, he led a group of devils to kill his fellow disciples.

The extreme contrast, polar opposite.

What did he do?

What did he do?

Seeing a sword is like seeing a person, the evil in Fu Nian's heart suddenly faded away.

Shrinking crazily, what is constantly expanding in his body is something called guilt.

His master is such a gentle and kind person, how could he be so rebellious?

He is a beast.

The trembling spread from his chest to his limbs, and Fu Nian couldn't stand anymore. He left the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood in front of him, and left covered in blood.

At the moment when he left in a hurry, Shangyu's talisman was dead, but on the contrary, the lord of Yexingyuan was born.

In Yexingyuan, he is the lord of the blood clan, and the supreme lord symbol.

In this dark world he created, everyone bows down to him.

He looked down on everyone, wantonly playing with the vampires who surrendered under his feet, but whenever the night was quiet, he would sit alone on the wide roof of Yexingyuan, and he would think of those fellow disciples who died under his sword.

He would think of the incredulous look on their faces, the hoarse cries in their throats.

The night was dark and the air was soaked in coldness. He seemed to be able to hear countless undead screaming in his ears.

"Running! You traitor!"

"You bastard! You are not worthy to be the apprentice of Daoist Qinghui!"

These words had already made him numb, but every time he heard the words "Qing Hui Zhenren", his heart still couldn't stop the tearing pain.

Daoist Qing Hui, his master.

He did something like this...

How should his master see him?If his master is really resurrected, will he never recognize him again?Or... piercing the Lingshuang Sword through his chest with his own hands?

He is not afraid of death, nor can he die.

The only thing he was afraid of was that his master would ignore him and deny him.

But even so, he still wanted to revive his master crazily.

But now, his master has not been resurrected, and he has experienced such a killing again, what should he do?

How to do?

He was answered with a solemn voice.

"Fu Nian! Do you know your mistake!"

Ling Ran's words fell, and in front of the Xu Mansion's gate, a touch of dark blue had already fallen in front of all the white-clothed Shangyu.

"Meet the sect master!"

Seeing this person, all the white-clothed disciples nodded in unison.

Amid the reverent worship, Fu Nian finally withdrew his gaze from those corpses and looked at the blue.

This person has deep eyes and a cold face. He is about [-] years old. He is dressed in a dark blue robe with gold inlays and black silk shoes on his feet.There was a calm and upright air around him.

The dark blue robe inlaid with gold has always been a symbol of the status of the head of Shangyu.

The person in front of him is called Gu Changyan, who is the current head of Shangyu.

Yan Chen remembered that six years ago, Gu Changyan was only one of the elders of Shangyu, presumably because the head of the sect died in the war first, and he was elected later.

After all, Gu Changyan's ability and cultivation are the most outstanding among all the elders.

When Fu Nian was an elder in Gu Changyan, he had no feelings for him, and he always kept his words low.Now, facing this person, he has no expression on his face.

If it was sapphire, there might still be a little disgust on his face.

"Fu Nian! Now that there are witnesses and evidence, what else do you want to refute!"

Gu Changyan stood with his hands behind his back and asked solemnly.

"have nothing to say."

Fu Nian answered very flatly, as if answering a trivial matter.As soon as the words fell, the anger on the faces of the disciples of Shangyu became more intense.

"Sure enough, I have nothing to say!"

"He killed everyone!"

"It's so heartless! People from a town..."

"Deserves to be hacked..."

The fierce crusade sounded, as if wishing to tear the person in front of him to shreds.

Fu Nian's face was always stable, almost numb.But Yan Chen's face turned pale little by little.

He didn't know how Fu Nian would feel when he heard these words, but these words clearly turned into extremely sharp knives and pierced his body, the master who taught the apprentice.

The wound was deep and bloodstained.

There was hostility, and Meng Huan had been suffering for a long time.

"You guys are talking nonsense! You only saw the sword, but where did you see me killing people with my own hands? What about the witnesses you mentioned? Where are the witnesses?!"

He couldn't bear these people to slander Fu Nian, even if these people were his former fellow apprentices.

"The witness is here!"

With the familiar cold and stern tone, Meng Huan looked up in astonishment, and saw a group of white-clothed disciples stepping in. Shu Yao, who was flamboyant in white, hesitated, and finally walked in front of them.

"Shu Yao...you..."

Meng Huan was dumbfounded, he looked at the person in front of him for a long time, but still couldn't believe it: "Shu Yao, you... you were with me just now, do you know if my senior brother..."

"How could you..."

"Presumptuous! Now that there are all witnesses and evidence, do you still have to argue?"

After Gu Changyan sternly reprimanded him, he turned to look at Shu Yao: "Shu Yao, tell me now, what exactly did you see just now!"

After the words fell, the eyes of Yan Chen and others and all the disciples fell on Shu Yao.

Meng Huan frowned deeply, staring straight at the person in front of him, his eyes met, Shu Yao clenched the sword in his hand, and his long eyelashes moved slightly.

After a short pause, his gaze finally passed Meng Huanyanchen, and looked at Fu Nian: "These people... were killed by Fu Nian!"

Shu Yao gritted his teeth for such a sentence.

In an instant, Yan Chen felt a severe pain rushing to his head.

Everything is turned upside down.

It's all messed up.

"Shu Yao! Why are you lying!"

Meng Huan's eyes were red, and he looked at Shu Yao with angrily questioning.

With scorching eyes, Shu Yao avoided it with exaggerated words, but didn't speak.

"I really... misjudged you, Shu Yao, I misjudged you!"

Shu Yao listened to the mocking words, indifferent.

Jiang Yexiu couldn't stand it anymore, and sneered: "What a wolf-hearted dog."

Shu Yao's brows trembled slightly as the four words fell into his ears.

"The truth of the matter is already known. Today, as the head of Shangyu, I will act for the heavens!"

Gu Changyan stood at the bottom with a straight face, summoning a long sword in his hand.

"Do it for the sky!"

"Yes, do justice for the heavens!"

All the younger brothers agreed, their faces became more and more excited.

Things have progressed to an irreversible state, and Fu Nian has become an unforgivable sinner.

He stood without any expression, and his eyes fell on those corpses again, staring at them silently, as if the mountain and rain in front of him had nothing to do with him.

"These people were not killed by Fu Nian!"

A gentle but firm voice resounded in the commotion, Fu Nian was taken aback, then turned his head in a daze, and saw Mo Qing in red.

Mo Qing's face showed a kind of stubborn firmness, obviously without evidence, but he said it with confidence.For this person's behavior, Fu Nian felt it was ridiculous, but there was something similar to warmth and sadness in his heart so disappointingly.

"These people were not killed by Fu Nian!"

Yan Chen kept repeating, without noticing Fu Nian's gaze, he looked at the crowd of crusaders, at the sect he protected in the past, his face was tense, and his phoenix eyes were serious.

Gu Changyan followed the voice and looked at Yan Chen, his gaze stayed on him for a moment, and there was a flash of astonishment in his eyes.

Yan Chen knew what he was astonished at, it was nothing more than his face that was somewhat similar to his previous life.

Soon, the astonishment in Gu Changyan's eyes disappeared again.He turned his head and looked at Fu Nian in a leisurely manner: "Master Qing Hui has passed away for a long time. Fu Nian, if he is still alive and sees the crimes you committed, what will happen to him?"

what will happen to him

How will he... how?

His eyelashes fluttered, and Fu Nian's complexion turned pale in an instant, and the previous numbness was shattered by these words. If his master was there, what would happen to him?

Master...

Will you...don't want me?

Countless bad results devoured him, as if pale hands stretched out from the abyss of evil, dragging him into the bottomless sin.

He was immersed in fear, and for a moment, he suddenly wanted to escape.

At the same time, Yan Chen, who was standing beside Fu Nian, had a gentle but firm expression.

He had made a decision long ago, and walked with Fu Nian.

Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire, even the abyss of hell, I will... keep walking with you.

"Blast! Summon!"

An angry shout broke the dead silence, and Gu Changyan, who was standing in front of the mansion gate, had already made a move.

Fu Nian stood still, but a circle of black mist shot out from his body, offsetting the gust of wind summoned by Gu Changyan.

"Gu Changyan, you are not my opponent."

The thin lips moved, and Fu Nian spoke.

Gu Changyan staggered to accept the spell of the rune, and his face had a flash of embarrassment: "Don't be crazy!"

"It's not that I'm crazy, if I want to kill you, it's easy."

Black smoke flashed past, and the sound fell away.

When Gu Changyan looked again, there was no sign of Fu Nian in front of the Xu Mansion's door.

"Spells!"

Gu Changyan was impatient, he was the leader of a faction after all, and how could he be willing to be humiliated in front of so many people.

"All the disciples of Shangyu listen to the order and search for Fu Nian, no matter what!"

"Yes!"

The disciples of Shangyu in white clothes were ordered to disperse, and Gu Changyan also left in a huff.

Suddenly only Yan Chen, Meng Huan and Jiang Yexiu were left in front of the Xu Mansion.

Both Meng Huan and Jiang Yexiu had sullen faces on their faces. Yan Chen raised his head and glanced at the sky. It was a bleak cloud. He looked at the bleak cloud and thought silently: "Where can Fu Nian... go?"