debt repayment

Seeing that the ghost had been pulled under the tripod, Duan Lang's expression changed, his figure flashed, and he suddenly appeared in front of the tripod, pulling the dying Song Hui'an from the hands of his disciples.

Song Hui'an coughed violently and shouted at Quanying: "Don't come here! Don't come here! Don't come here!"

His voice was hoarse for a long time, and he sprayed blood from his mouth. He stared at the body of the child who was crawling towards him with wide eyes, and cried, "Don't come here! Don't come here! Don't hit him, don't hit him!" him!"

Obviously, the main body was already on the way to come here, but Quan Ying still had a heavy heart, driving this body whose bones were about to shatter to crawl towards him.

Not enough, not enough!Just the last bit!

He almost lost his mind, all he knew was to get closer to him.

Can't let him have an accident, Ah Zhu has already suffered so much, even if he is torn apart, he won't let him be harmed again.

Duan Lang looked coldly at the deep affection between the two brothers, and said lightly, "Noisy."

After all, he twisted Song Hui'an's head. With a crisp sound of "click", Li Gui's neck was completely broken. Although he would not die, "Duan Lang" hit hard.

His head drooped feebly, his fingers twitched twice, and he passed out completely.

Quan Ying's heart was bleeding, and she was furious.Xiao Daotong screamed and screamed: "Let him go! Do you dare to try his refining weapon?!"

"Duan Lang" was unmoved, turned around, and said softly: "It's so noisy, what should we do if the things we refine in the future are also noisy..."

Like lifting an empty bamboo basket, he lifted Song Hui'an with one hand and wanted to throw him into the tripod——

The sound of the zither like a tidal wave suddenly came from outside the hall, like a mighty torrent, squeezing the hall from outside.A violent wind suddenly blew from the top of the main hall, and the roof collapsed.

Thick dust covered the sky.Only by taking advantage of the gap between the staggered and falling of the yellow dust, can one vaguely see a shadow playing the piano in the air outside the hall.

The monks in the temple were startled and terrified: "Who...?"

The visitor didn't answer, just plucked the piano casually, and the situation turned upside down.

The sound of the piano turned into countless clusters of sword rain, tearing apart the storm, falling straight down, cutting off the way out.

How many magical treasures that have been praised as darlings, before they are sacrificed, they split open one by one, revealing chaotic ghosts.

The fairy gate is the threshold connecting the world and the heavens. These "famous decent sects" and "immortal gate orthodox sects" take side sects to seek personal gain, disrupt the righteous way, and are unforgivable crimes.

"Han Chuan," everyone was so overwhelmed by the sword rain that their eyes were staring and their ears were a little deaf, but a very majestic voice came from the sea of ​​consciousness, "Kill, kill, pardon."

The leaked ghost was torn to pieces by the wind blade before it floated an inch away.

The sound of the zither was played quickly, the sound was like rain on the river, with continuous ups and downs, and after a long sound of the zither, all the monks present bled to death from their seven orifices.

Except for one person.

Han Chuan lightly plucked the strings, and black or gray souls floated out from the corpses all over the floor, and they were all collected into the piano for him.

The stench of carrion mixed with the smoke.Taking a closer look at the corpses on the ground, several of them were smashed to pieces as soon as they fell to the ground, and pus flowed out.These people's minds are not righteous, and their flesh and blood bodies have been tampered with by ghosts. They destroy their bodies. Even if there is no god to punish them today, they will die soon, and they will never have the chance to ask the right way.

And in the fog in the hall, those two people have not yet decided the outcome.

Emperor Zhenming was still below, and Han Chuan couldn't hold the piano, so he fell slowly and went into the smoke and dust.

But seeing a figure with a person in his hand rushing out of the billowing smoke, it was "Duan Lang".

Han Chuan was amazed. Although His Majesty Quanying is not a martial arts god, and his martial arts skills are mediocre, he is the son of a noble god and demon after all. With the protection of the god Jiguang, ordinary immortals give him three points due to the pressure of the emperor and righteous god.Without the consent of the emperor himself, the martial arts officials could not even draw their swords in front of him.

These Martial God Officials who have worked with Quan Ying all the year round are still unable to become enemies with Quan Ying. How can this evil creature of unknown origin escape the coercion of the God?

The man in black chasing "Duan Lang" shouted loudly: "Han Chuan! Stop him!"

"Duan Lang" was as fast as flying light, grabbed Song Hui'an's bloody neck with one hand, opened his hand in an attacking gesture, and rushed towards Han Chuan.Han Chuan is experienced, unruffled in times of crisis, waving his hands and playing the piano, a series of extremely piercing voices slashing towards Duan Lang, Duan Lang has no fear, when he raises his hand, the invisible blade cuts the bondage thread formed by the piano sound into several sections.

There was a weird and sharp aura around him, as if he was not holding some kind of sharp weapon, but a sharp weapon itself.

Han Chuan didn't dare to be negligent even if he missed a hit, countless phantoms flew out from the five fingers playing the piano, and the dense sound of the piano was like a dense net, all of them attacked Duan Lang.

"Han Chuan, save people first!"

At the same time, the Saga sword in Quanying's hand has returned to its golden light bathing appearance in its heyday, and there is no trace of magic energy left where it points.

"Put him down!"

The beaded crown of the emperor in black, who was burning in anger, crackled non-stop. He felt that the beaded curtain in front of him was too obstructive, so he simply threw the beaded crown and chased after him with his sword in hand.

Needless to say, both he and Han Chuan saw that this "Duan Lang" was unusual.It was too evil, the two Shangxians and righteous gods attacked back and forth, but he still did not lose the wind.

The situation is critical. In order to prevent harming the innocent, Han Chuan has set up an enchantment during the fight.

"Duan Lang" is surrounded by sharp currents, anyone who gets close will surely be shattered.After hundreds of rounds, Han Chuan gave up attacking the piano, turned to using the sword, and together with Quan Ying intercepted this person.

Quan Ying cared about Song Hui'an's safety, seeing that "Duan Lang" didn't care about Song Hui'an in offense and defense, and even used him as a human shield from time to time.

"You bastard, give him back to me!"

In a daze, Han Chuan seemed to see the right eye of "Duan Lang" turn silver in the rising storm.Besieged by two immortals, Duan Lang couldn't be completely neatly dressed, his left eye was covered by the hair hanging in front of his face, making it difficult to see his face clearly.Han Chuan always felt that he caught a bit of blue color under the silky hair.

"Duan Lang" chuckled and said, "He's a seed of infatuation, what if I don't let him go?"

Quan Ying was furious, and shouted angrily: "Nie Yi, how dare you?!"

Suddenly, the young man in white was violently stormed. "Duan Lang" jumped up and was about to flee, but Quan Ying chased after him furiously, with a ferocious face: "Put--him-down--!"

"Duan Lang" jumped into the air carrying Song Hui'an.Blood spurted out from his left ankle suddenly, and when he looked down, it was actually Han Chuan's strings that entangled him.

The strings tightened, nearly breaking his bones.

"Ah, I didn't expect it to be quite difficult." "Duan Lang" looked at Quan Ying who was rushing towards him, and said with a smile, "Who will win and who will lose, it's still too early."

"……His Majesty."

The inaudible laughter was annihilated by the violent light.The young man in white threw Song Hui'an down, facing the dazzling light.

Han Chuan said in surprise: "Your Majesty!!!"

He had never seen such a crazy Emperor Zhenming.The purple-gold auspicious light emanating from the black-robed Shangshen holding the divine sword has the potential to destroy everything here. If he hadn't known that the destructive power of Quanying's divine light is ineffective against living creatures that are not contaminated by evil spirits, his heart would have almost He had to raise his voice to prevent Quan Ying from directly destroying the city.

The turbulent light covered everything the human eye could see, and the figure of the young man in white melted in the light.

After Sheng Guang dissipated, there were only three figures left on the ground.

The black-clothed God held the deformed body of the ghost and stood on top of the ruins.The luthier collected his harp and sword and came to them.

He saw the upper god who had always been shapeless with trembling hands, hugging the barely human-shaped ghost in his arms, and was about to cry, as if he would hurt him if he hugged him tightly, and he would hurt him if he hugged him loosely, he held him in his arms. No, it's not right to let him lie on his lap, I'm afraid that the ghost covered in blood will suffer any more.

"Your Majesty, what's next?"

"You take the souls of these monks back to the Heavenly Palace and hand them over to Le Min for interrogation," Quan Ying said, "I'm going down to the lower realm because of a private matter, so I can't leave for the time being, you should go back first... By the way, the mouth of the spirit coffin There are also two of your disciples and grandchildren, you should also take them back with you."

"It's been brought over."

Han Chuan spread his hands, and two groups of souls quietly floated on his palm.

Quan Ying nodded and said, "Okay, see you later."

"My minister retire."

After Han Chuan left, there were only two people left on the ruins.

"Azhu? Azhu?"

Song Hui'an was so weak, and it was daylight again, if not for Quan Ying's protection, he would have died at this time.Seeing that his face was covered with mud and water, Quan Ying reached out and gently wiped off the dirt on his face.

The lifeless Meijia leaned in his arms, as if the person would disappear as soon as he let go.

Quan Ying covered Song Hui'an's pale hand, trying to warm up the tender flesh that was as soft as nephrite jade, and then spread some mana.Song Hui'an lay in his arms with his head tilted, the damage to the ghost's body was gradually repaired, and finally it was like sleeping in his arms. It seemed that the next second, the two long black eyelashes were about to tremble, and the phoenix eyes slowly opened. Li Gui Qiushui smiled and called him brother.

It's just brother.

For some reason, Quan Ying felt sad.Song Hui'an treats him well, and tries his best to protect him when things happen. The reason is that he is regarded as a well-behaved and gentle brother.

Song Hui'an, who was deceived by Daotong's false identity, was not suspicious, but he was still dissatisfied.Song Hui'an called him "brother", but he was unwilling.

He was not willing to just be his younger brother to comfort him.

He seems to be fascinated by a ghost, and after getting a little good, he yearns for more without knowing what is good or bad, and what he thinks in his heart is something that cannot be done.

In his previous life, most of Song Hui'an's joys, anger, and sorrows were caused by him, and he even rolled his eyes and called him brother Chengyuan. Thinking about it this way, he was actually not as good as that bastard in his previous life.

What's the matter, jealousy is burning, he is even jealous of himself.

Let's say that Hanchuan Xianjun went with a breeze, and he walked back to the Tiangong through the main entrance. He went straight to Lemin's place when he was on official business, and never returned to the Zijin Palace.

The scene in the crystal mirror moved, suddenly changing from one ruin to another.

The red walls of the deep palace, and the spring apricots in the garden are in full bloom, all pink and white.

Yan Wen asked, "...where is this?"

Cang Ji said indifferently: "Since the emperor will take care of Mr. Song for a while, let's take a look at Mr. Song's past."

"Look back at the evil debts owed by the emperor."

[The author has something to say: This article is coming to an end

Maybe a new chapter will be opened tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. If I haven’t explained it clearly, I will talk about it in Xiuwen and Fanwai.

I’ll tell you Dogeza in a digression when I’m done.]