save the judge

The hypothermia caused by massive blood loss made Baishi dizzy for a moment. He instinctively clasped the hand of Sanriyue holding the knife, and the delicate ornaments on the hand made his palm ache, but at this moment, this sense of touch became The ropes that yank him from his eternal rest.

"How dare you..."

Baishi subconsciously wanted to yell and curse, but the words got stuck in his throat, he met a pair of too calm eyes, Fu Sangshen half-closed the eyelids, faintly revealing the half-round crescent moon hidden in the pupils, There was no emotion at all in these too bewitching eyes, as if a fairy in the sky was examining the beggar who was squatting at his feet in embarrassment - and Baishi was the dirty beggar who was arrogant and rude in his eyes.

The threatening words he was about to utter could not be uttered.

The man covered in blood was panting, he sensed that death was exhaling a cold breath from his cheek, he clasped his cold arms around his neck, and laughed softly in his ear.

No...he can't die, he has already given everything in order to survive, he betrayed his teacher, his comrades in the past, betrayed the so-called justice, he sacrificed his conscience and kindness, but he only got so many years Life - not even as good as the average lifespan of those god judges!If this is the case, why should he join the enemy?Wouldn't that make his contributions ridiculous and pitiful? !

He must not let his choice become a joke!

"Help me..." Baishi made a creaking sound from his throat, and the blood foam mixed with air was blown up from his punctured lungs, blocking his vocal passage, the man's face turned blue and purple due to suffocation, But he was still trying to reach out and grab Sanriyue's sleeve, "Help me..."

Under the threat of death, he completely discarded all ostentatious gestures and all worries: "I will... tell... you..."

He was facing Sanriyue, but his eyes were fixed on Jinguji spring not far away.

Do you want to know everything about the retrograde army, I will tell you everything, as long as you save me—a person who has already tasted the taste of betrayal, and once again gave his soul for his life.

San Riyue then turned her head slightly, and asked as if seeking advice: "My lord?"

A pair of wooden clogs made a rustling sound on the gravel ground, and the smoky gray, stone blue, foggy and white gravel were mixed together. It was obviously a very refreshing and beautiful color, but at the moment it showed a kind of foggy and dirty.

Jingujiquan looked at the gravel under his feet, and his thoughts went beyond the sky. Under Baishi's pleading gaze, his tone was as light as in a dream, and the words he said were incompatible with the current situation: "San Riyue?"

"Yes, my lord?" The beautiful Fu Sangshen responded softly.

Jingujiquan lowered his head, the blood dripped from Shiraishi's hands, and quickly sank into the highly water-absorbent sand and gravel, dyeing the light-colored gravel into a dirty dark purple.

"...Tomorrow when you are free, replace all the gravel in this courtyard."

Baishi eagerly wanted to open his mouth, and there was a loud noise in his throat, and the blood froth gushing out had already turned a light pink color, he couldn't speak, he could only express his pleading with his eyes.

A few strikes of short knives and wakizashis swam around and attacked the monk holding a Zen stick like a dragon lightning. What is surprising is that the monk was so skilled that he still seemed to be able to handle it with ease under the siege of four strikes of swords. The reason why they have not recovered after waking up at the beginning, but it also seems that this person is hiding something.

Ranto Shiro's eyes were red, and the hand holding the knife was trembling slightly. He stared at the monk in front of him: "Yakuken, where is Yaken? And Tai and Akita?!"

After they returned to their original bodies, their consciousness was chaotic and misty, and they could only vaguely know the movements of the outside world. When they heard that their master was threatened, they were so angry that they couldn't restrain themselves.

The sword is not afraid of death, but there are too many things that can make the sword afraid of death.

——Have they become a burden to the lord?

—Will the lord be disappointed with them?

They put the lord in danger because of them. They are really unqualified retainers. Fortunately, Hikakiriden should be there, and he can protect the lord from here. If you think about it like this, it seems that you don't have to worry too much?

But besides that, they also wanted to know, what happened to the Lord before, why did his spiritual power fluctuate like this?Even if they returned to Honmaru at this moment, they failed to obtain a little bit of spiritual power from the lord.

My lord... what's wrong?

【—If you can hear me. 】

In the empty world, there are whispers/moans that are desperately begging.

【—If you still want to hear me. 】

The chain that is about to be severed sends the last voice into the vast wilderness.

Lord?

The chaotic soul opened its eyes.

Is the Lord calling me?

【—Yes, I can hear it. 】

【——I am always willing to hear your voice. 】

As if across the vast water surface, the distant and empty voice was wrapped and sent by the current.

"...my name...the word 'white'..."

is real name.

Fu Sangshen's soul was whispering.

This was the real name of their beloved lord.

"Here, I ask you to hide me."

Ah, is this your wish?

Would you like to be with us forever from now on?

How dare we go against your wishes.

How could we discard your request.

The chains in the void glowed with a touch of gold, and the spiritual power belonging to Fusangshen began to erode the chains in reverse, so the dark golden spiritual power flow merged into a color as cold as wind, snow and frost, and the power of the gods was overbearing. They ferociously wrapped up human souls, and the power transmitted from their real names transformed them into human forms in an instant. At the same time, they also irreversibly received the degrading turbidity of human spiritual power.

The contract from the real name gives you the glory of the gods, the sins of the evil spirits, freedom, and shackles.

The monk maintained the solemn appearance of the treasure, without saying a word, just waving his Zen staff to resist those ghost-like silent killing moves, the monk's clothes were rolled into folds in the wind, and the fragile monk's clothes From the hem of the clothes, it was silently annihilated into dust.

"Amitabha." The monk who had been silent for a long time as if he was practicing closed-mouth meditation finally spoke. He chanted a Buddha's mantra loudly, lowered his eyebrows, and looked at Rando Shiro who flew down in mid-air with a knife, and there was a touch of compassion in his eyes. "There is much suffering in the world, it is better to reach bliss early."

He erected his palms and solemnly stood in front of Ranteng Shiro's approaching blade, reciting in a low voice: "I return to the Buddha of Immeasurable Light, and the Tathagata will say the mantra——"

The voice of his chanting scriptures was deep and gentle, and the daggers didn't understand what he was chanting at all. Jiang Xuezuo's words and Shuzhuwan Hengji in the distance vaguely heard the general idea, his face changed immediately, and he struggled to support his body and tried to stand up : "Get away!"

The same principle as before, if Taidao wants to recover, it needs more spiritual power than short swords. Therefore, when the short swords have recovered their pre-polarized strength and can go to battle to kill the enemy, the Taidaos who are the main combat power are still on the sidelines Try to gather your arms and legs.

Because of this, when they saw Rando Shiro rushing towards the monk like a bird, none of them had time to stop him.

"...the one who attains the nectar, the one who sprinkles the nectar..."

The sound of chanting the rebirth mantra was neither fast nor slow, and the Zen staff suddenly changed from its solemn and steady state of opening and closing. Like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, lightning shot out at an almost impossible angle. In Ranto Shiro's suddenly panicked sight Shooting at him.

"chaos!"

The brothers of Fujishiro's family rushed up to try to stop the Zen staff, but they were shocked by the mud-like spiritual power entwined on it, and the corrosive spiritual power rushed into their bodies along the split air flow. Physically, they have no time to care about others for a while.

The pupils of the long orange-haired dagger constricted, and only the Zen staff that was getting closer and closer like a shooting star, and the man's frightening voice——

"—Those who proclaim nectar all over the sky will achieve consummation."

"when--"

A silver light came to Ranto Shiro faster than death, and the dull impact sounded in his ears belatedly, his long hair soaked in the twilight moonlight like frost and snow fluttered and fell. The strong body stood firmly in front of him with the lingering smell of blood.

"It's really long-winded."

Dark Fallen Fusangshen's voice sounded briskly with a smile like sipping honey.

Mustukiri held a knife in both hands, firmly resisting the heavily pressed Zen staff, with an untimely smile on the end of his eyes and brows.

"It's you." The monk whose attack was interrupted looked at Mustache carefully, and suddenly remembered where he had seen Fu Sangshen, "He didn't give up on you."

The sentence, which was obviously full of exclamation, was forced to be a declarative sentence by him in a flat tone.

"You should have been broken." He expressed his regretful sincerity, a hole was torn from the solidified mask, revealing a bit of human emotion, "As a god, don't you feel ashamed of the situation where you are lingering? "

Mustache sneered, and twitched his bright red lips: "——Can wild pigs learn human speech?"

He dropped a curse that could be called rude and barbaric, and then the long knife turned over, waving a blade of light like mercury splashing.

Hikiri's combat strength was not comparable to that of the unrecovered short knives, the monk had to concentrate on fighting, and no longer dared to hide anything.

But Shiraishi was still panting hard, his breathing sounded like a dilapidated bellows, slowly pulling out the rumbling wind, the terrifying breath of a dying person lingered around him, Jingujiquan looked down at him After a while, when he was about to despair, he finally bent down slowly and looked closer to him: "What can you tell me?"

In an instant, Baishi's eyes burst into light, and the hope of survival immediately pushed back his dead breath. He seemed to have been inspired with all his will to survive, raised his head, and in the sound of turbid breathing, hissed: "——everything! everything! I know!"

Jingongjiquan paused for two seconds, then smiled thoughtfully, with a pitiful expression on his face: "Ah, yes, but you haven't even felt guilty about my mother."

Baishi understood what he meant in an instant, and desperately moved his fingers to grab his clothes, but San Riyue nimbly pressed down with the scabbard, and could only helplessly scratch out hideous bloodstains in the sand: "I... I repent! I plead guilty! I'm sorry...for her...I can...kneel down..."

The smile on Jingujiquan's face suddenly disappeared completely.

Baishi was still struggling to beg for his help: "...it's all...I'm greedy for life and afraid...death...I...sorry...she..."

The black-haired young man's expression was difficult to distinguish. Seeing that the dead gray on Baishi's face was getting heavier and heavier, he took a sudden step forward, holding the handle of the crescent moon that was still in his body, and slowly and calmly pulled the blade bit by bit. out.

The body that was almost drained of blood twitched slightly, Baishi's eyes widened, and a "ho ho" sound came out of his throat.

"I heard your confession, now you should go and say the same thing to her." Jingujiquan's eyes did not blink, refusing to let go of any pain on the man's face, "You have to remember your current Feeling, after getting down, kneel down, kowtow piously, and tell her all about your despicableness, shamelessness, selfishness, and cowardice, bit by bit, but absolutely don't beg for her forgiveness."

The young man with red eyes straightened his lips, raised the blade and pointed it at Shiraishi's neck, sternly pronouncing: "You are not entitled to her forgiveness."

The blade slashed down, splashing blood like a spring, and the heart pumped out a lot of blood, like clusters of coquettish flowers, soaking half of the courtyard with a strong fishy smell.

Smelling the sudden strong fishy smell, the monk who was entangled in mustaches held up his Zen staff horizontally to block the blows from mustaches, and was about to turn around when he heard the sick and pale young man laughing behind him: "Master, Don't come here unharmed, I offer you a special gift, I hope you will accept it."

Something was flying towards him with the whistling sound of the wind. Of course, the monk would not be so stupid as to catch it with his hands. He used his Zen stick to shoot it down with his backhand, and the touch of the thing was transmitted to his hand through the Zen stick immediately. , making him frown involuntarily.

It wasn't a heavy object for attacking, it was even a little soft. Before he could figure it out, the Zen staff had already split the object easily, and the hot, sticky, smelly liquid rushed all over his face.

He froze all of a sudden, and subconsciously wiped his face with his hands. There was a scarlet-yellow-white viscous liquid in the palm of his hand. His gaze dropped, and his eyes met the head of Baishi that had rolled to the ground.

After being hit by the Zen stick, half of the head was shattered on the ground, and the face covered with blood and gravel remained in the moment of panic and despair. Those eyes were round and about to split, and they were facing this side, as if they were talking to him. They looked at each other bitterly.

"Oh, don't you like it?" The young man who claimed to be a "gift" sighed very regretfully, "I just got it with great difficulty."

The monk's cheeks twitched twice, his face was covered with blood and other liquids, and he looked up like a Buddha ghost crawling out of hell.

Jingongjiquan was not afraid of his attention, still smiling, and sighed softly: "That's really, what a pity."

——He looked at Shiraishi's head, and returned exactly what Shiraishi said to him not long ago.