Candle [Rebirth]

Xiao Ning lay on the ground, seemingly very confused: "What did you do?"

Gu Ling stared at the thunder hidden in the sky, and was too shocked to speak, before saying after a while: "I didn't do anything..."

If he is not mistaken, the one that was struck down just now is the nine-fold thunder!

Heavenly thunder is not easy to see, and nine-layered sky thunder is even more difficult to see. Everyone here knows that if you want to lure the sky thunder, you must either be a god in this world, or a fairy will ascend to the Tao.

Got Tao and ascended?

As if suddenly awakened by a basin of cold water, Gu Ling suddenly turned his head to look at Shen Changye standing behind him.

Just now when he swooped down from the sky, the thunder passed through his body and pulled out the sword for Xiao Ning!

Shen Changye stood on the spot with his hands open, just now the thunder had disrupted his entire bun, and his long hair was flying in the air, even covering his face.Gu Ling saw a white light rising from his feet, and Shen Changye floated up slowly along with the white light.

Nine layers of sky thunder, attained the Tao and soared.

Since the end of the battle in Chang'an, there has been almost no immortal who has ascended to the Tao in the cultivation world for a hundred years. If the thunder falls today, how can we not make everyone excited?

Gu Ling sat down decisively, closed his eyes and meditated, condensed his spiritual power and concentrated it on Shen Changye: "Don't worry, Immortal Changye, I'll help you overcome the tribulation!"

The second thunder had already descended, piercing straight through Shen Changye's body.

In the dazzling white light, everyone only heard an extremely shrill roar.

Shen Changye is the pillar of the cultivation world. He has been full of spiritual power for many years and has been meticulous in his actions. If he was not in extreme pain, how could he make such a sound.

It's just a terrible catastrophe...

Over the years, although there have been very few cultivators who have survived the tribulation, there are even fewer people who have successfully survived the tribulation and ascended. How many people died of the nine-fold thunder that enraged the thunder, and no corpses were left behind.

But with the help of a true god by his side, crossing the catastrophe is no longer a fatal matter.

The sky thunder rolled, one sound after another.

Suddenly a person came in from outside the formation, and Gu Ling couldn't see the other person's face clearly in the blood mist. He only heard him run a few steps before he knelt down with a "plop" and screamed to the sky: "Long night!"

It was Xie Qingjiang's voice!

After that day, Shen Changye brought him back to Mount Sui, but he didn't kill him.

Seeing that he was not dead, everyone couldn't help being startled. His crimes had been clearly announced on the Yungong platform that day, and he was despised by everyone, but in the current situation, no one can distract himself from these things.

Blood mist filled the air.

One, two, three.

When the sky thunder comes to the world, it will inevitably interrupt the blood vessels of people's meridians and regenerate the blood. It sounds like an extremely painful process.Shen Changye struggled in the white light, seeing him coming, he was able to distract himself and said: "You... go back!"

The Taixuan Xiaoyao Formation seemed to have sensed that something strange had happened, and it also slowly stopped operating, as if it was waiting for the matter to end.Xiao Ning sat up clutching the wound on his chest, stared blankly at Bing Zhu who was struck by Tianlei, and murmured: "Why is the formation... not allowed to be sacrificed by me?"

Xie Qingjiang was beside him, turned his head abruptly when he heard the words, and let out a cold "giggle" laugh at Xiao Ning, but his voice was full of helpless sadness: "Taixuan Xiaoyao won't accept you Sacrifice, naturally because..."

A thunder!

The sky collapsed and the earth cracked, flying sand and rocks.

The nine thunderstorms are over.

A new fairy is born!

Gu Ling withdrew his palm power and watched Shen Changye, covered in blood, slowly falling from the sky like a ghost just released from Shura Purgatory.As he fell, the chaotic sky disappeared, and the swirling dark clouds passed away layer by layer, and finally returned to a clear day.

All the onlookers couldn't help bowing down.

A hundred years have passed, and the world of comprehension finally welcomes someone who has ascended to the Dao again!

Gu Ling got up from the ground, and before he had time to say anything, he saw Shen Changye turning his head to the side and showing him a pitiful smile.

Then he clenched his left hand into a fist, and something seemed to explode under the blood-soaked white robe, and fresh blood gushed out, bright red and dry black intertwined.

"Long night, don't!"

Xie Qingjiang seemed to know what he was going to do, so he rushed towards him without hesitation, but unfortunately he was already powerless now, and it was impossible to stop his movements, so he could only let Bingzhu's sword flash past in front of him, nailing It entered Shen Changye's chest.

"Today I become a Flying Immortal..."

"Cutting off the blood of the immortal, offering sacrifices to Taixuan Xiaoyao..."

Shen Changye clutched his chest and said in a low voice, "A Ling, let me borrow your sword."

The formation finally started, and the blood mist seemed to be crazy, rushing towards Shen Changye's chest wound in a whirlpool, while Gu Ling was stunned for a long time. , only the blood mist was thick, instantly drowning his vision.

"The formation is about to collapse, everyone... hurry up!"

I don't know who yelled violently, and the onlookers woke up like a dream, and finally they no longer cared about this irrelevant matter, and scattered out of the Taixuan Xiaoyao Formation, each fleeing for their lives.

Xie Qingjiang knelt on the spot, with tears streaming down his face, and said the sentence that he hadn't finished just now: "—I don't accept your sacrifice, of course it's because when the first thunder came down, the burst Among them, someone else made up his mind to sacrifice himself."

Gu Ling held the sword blankly, supported Xiao Ning with one hand, and looked at Shen Changye in the center of the formation: "Immortal Changye..."

Shen Changye's voice sounded very comfortable, not as worried as before, and no longer dull under the secular confinement: "A Ling, in the past, Zhong Sui Shan was sorry to you... I'm sorry to your father! What they owed, they will be Let me pay them back—"

Xie Qingjiang laughed at the side, like a madman: "Who wants you to pay it back for me, who wants you to help me pay it back? Why do you make decisions for me!"

Shen Changye clutched the wound on his chest and whispered, "Let's go..."

Everyone in the cultivation world, ever since they started to practice magic arts, has had the dream of one day being able to transform the world into a great success and become a flying immortal. Shen Changye is no exception, but after he really led the thunder, he actually voluntarily broke it off. The meridians of the whole body, with a brand-new immortal body, sacrificed themselves to this formation.

Xiao Ning hugged Gu Ling, endured the pain in his chest and leaned out from the blood mist, leaving only Xie Qingjiang kneeling beside him, showing no intention of leaving.

Shen Changye frowned at him: "Aren't you going?"

With messy hair on his temples, Xie Qingjiang knelt beside him and said blankly: "I don't want you to pay off my debts. You said that you were sorry for me, but I am willing to do everything. I don't need your apology..."

He cried and laughed: "You have such aptitude, you should, you should have become a flying fairy and be at ease... I killed you, I killed you!"

Shen Changye asked: "For many years, you have killed innocent people indiscriminately, and you have already become a demon. No one can pay your blood debt. Have you ever regretted it?"

"Regret?" Xie Qingjiang said with a low smile, "From the day I went to Medicine Demon Valley alone many years ago, I have no chance to regret it. Even if I go to Abi Hell, I will not regret it!"

"Okay..." Shen Changye laughed when he heard the words. He grabbed Xie Qingjiang's hand and said softly, "Junior Brother, it's because I didn't protect you back then, and now I'm going to hell with you, go and atone for your sins."

"Maybe at that time, I can meet the two of them again. I really miss the days... when the four of us walked together together. It's a pity that everyone forgot the promise we made..."

The blood mist disappeared together with the formation, and the world was finally silent and empty.

At the beginning of the formation, the sea water around the isolated island slowly receded as if it had been summoned by something. The bone-buried bridge left by the spirit collapsed, and there seemed to be wailing from all the people in their ears, varying in size. After the wailing, as those bones were washed away by the water, it seemed that they had finally found a way to free their souls.

The valleys on both sides came from nowhere, and the cold air and fog that had been lingering on the cold stream disappeared instantly, and even the water was sucked out of the ink color, and became clearer by minute.

Standing beside the cold stream that seemed to be calm before the war, everyone looked up at the ray of sky above the canyon, feeling as if they were having a big dream.

It's just that after the big dream, some people left forever.

Fang Yuang, the owner of Fengquan Villa who was very talkative at the symposium back then, murmured as if he had just woken up from a dream: "Immortal Master Changye is just like this..."

He closed his mouth in the middle of the speech, and put on a sad expression: "Immortal Changye sacrificed his life to save the world, and it really made me feel so sad."

People around quickly responded: "Yes, yes."

Fang Yuang took out a handkerchief to wipe away his tears, and said to the people around him: "In this case, let's go back earlier, Zhong Sui Mountain must clean up the mess, and we should go back to sort out the sect."

Everyone bowed their hands and answered yes.

The world is turning around. In times of crisis, some people may come forward to shoulder the righteousness, but after peace and tranquility, they will still put their own interests first.

But so what, no one can force a hero to be a hero for the rest of his life, as long as at a certain moment, he is really inspired by the inexplicable force in his chest, willing to throw his head and blood, and die without regret, it is enough to be called a hero. hero.

The heroes who survived will miss this moment of themselves for the rest of their lives without leaving any regrets, while those who died will last forever in everyone's hearts and be gradually deified as role models for the world.

Ran Yu cleared his throat, sorted out his chaotic thoughts, and quickly called everyone around him to start rebuilding.After the war, there are so many things going on, such as appeasement of refugees, reconstruction at the foot of the mountain, order in the realm of self-cultivation... there must be someone who stands up.

He made arrangements in a dazed manner, and everyone felt that it was useless to stay here, so they all left. After the war, everyone was exhausted physically and mentally. Apart from appeasement and reconstruction, if any sect lost a few monks, they had to rush back It's good to arrange a funeral.

I don't know who was walking, and suddenly asked suspiciously: "Hey, why don't you see God Gu Ling and that demon... and where Xiao Ning is?"

Everyone belatedly thought of the two of them. They searched everywhere but couldn't find them. They couldn't help talking. Ran Yu clenched the sword in his hand and raised his head in confusion. a rainbow.

It was just very short, and when he looked again, he couldn't find it.

The author has something to say: Evening!ending! (Extremely arrogant