Remember the glorious years of redemption of Hei Lian

The black clouds in the sky were gloomy as if they were about to fall.

The ground under his feet cracked into many fragments of earth and stone, which fell into the sea of ​​magma fire one after another, and finally turned into smoke.As far as the eye can see, there are all blades, and there are fewer and fewer places to stand. Everyone flew into the air with their swords. Some people went to a high place to try whether they could fly out, but they were blocked by the barrier as expected Was bounced back again.

You Jian was in a hurry: "Is there no one who can break this barrier!?"

"No."

Fang Ximing was much calmer than her. He and Chi Xikong stood on the same sword, looked up at the faintly blood-red enchantment, squinted their eyes and said: "This enchantment is from the demon cultivator." , and is guided by the soul, unless the other person is dead, or he is willing to let us out, there is no choice."

You Jian's eyeballs were about to pop out, and he looked back at the soaring blood in the Wind Transformation Technique, and said in disbelief, "He's not dead yet??"

"...The Wind Transformation Technique is very slow when people die."

As soon as Fang Ximing finished speaking, someone suddenly screamed. When everyone turned their heads to look, he had fallen from the sword, and fell into the sea of ​​fire the next moment, turning into a wisp of white smoke.

"what happened!?"

The man fell so fast that no one noticed what happened to him.Just as someone asked such a question, suddenly a black object fell from the sky, and landed heavily on his shoulder with a bang.

The man froze for a moment, then turned to look over his shoulder.

The black thing looked up and looked at him.

That thing's eyes were blood red, and there were wisps of black smoke from its mouth. It was completely black, and it was a spirit body. It looked weak like it would be blown away by the wind, but it was as heavy as a thousand catties, and it fell on this person. Behind him, he grinned at him, showing his fangs, grabbed him and fell straight back.

Then there was another exclamation.

After a moment of silence in the air, someone shouted, "Be alert!!"

Then who doesn't know! ?

You Jian scolded people in his heart, said to be on guard, the sword was under his feet! !Why be on guard! ?Beware of showing my wife one! ?

But changes are always faster than people. Before she could figure out what to do, the next scream reached her ears.

Immediately afterwards, screams rang out one after another. You Jian looked up, and saw that there were countless evil little ghosts like the one just now falling down in the air, some of them jumped directly into the sea of ​​flames, and more of them jumped into the sea of ​​flames. Get on people and drag them into the flames.

Liu Wusheng, who was still standing on the ground, looked at the rain of evil ghosts, and was so stupid for the first time, he murmured: "There is a third hand..."

Feng Manlou had already guessed it, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain, gritted his teeth and pulled the blade out of his leg, he didn't dare to sit on the ground, so he just stood on one leg, gritted his teeth and said to Liu Wusheng: "I I told you...he must have a way to make people die."

Those evil spirits came a lot, as if there was a torrential rain with people as rain, those evil spirits grabbed people and made them fall from the sword, and they fell into the sea of ​​fire and splashed water.

Liu Wusheng looked up again.Those who were still alive evaded with their swords one after another, very embarrassed. An Xichen was holding Qiao Xishui to hide in the air, and he could knock away one or two evil spirits that had picked people up with his free hand.

When he slapped an evil spirit away from the spell on the shoulder of Yi Wucheng, one of the disciples of the Qingfeng sect who said, "The matter will be much easier if you kill the container", Yi Wucheng froze. Was it frightened or was it embarrassing to be rescued by An Xichen.

But An Xichen didn't pay much attention to him. Seeing that he was a familiar face, he just said "be careful" and dragged Qiao Xishui away again.

"This situation is not optimistic."

Feng Manlou suddenly said so.

Hearing this, Liu Wusheng turned to look at him.Unexpectedly, the blind man was still so big-hearted. When Liu Wusheng turned his head to look over, Feng Manlou raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile, "Is it? I can hear it."

Liu Wusheng didn't speak.

Feng Manlou stopped looking at him, and turned his head to look ahead.

In fact, there was nowhere ahead, there was a sea of ​​magma and flames a few inches in front of his feet, as long as he took a step forward, he would also become a dead bone with no place to bury him in the sea of ​​flames.

He has nowhere to go.

Listening to these endless screams and shouts, Feng Manlou seemed to have returned to that day again.

It was the same that day.Screams, cries, wailing, pain...and loss.

The fire broke the log, and the log fell, shattering all the peace of his day.

Feng Manlou is actually a very unpursuing person.In those days when he traveled all over the world to eliminate demons and defend Taoism, he met many people. Some of these people were young and frivolous, some were not old, and some were hidden. Although they were different, he understood that these people had a What they have in common—each of them has great ambitions, being number one in the world, or famous all over the world.

But there is no wind all over the building.He didn't want to be number one in the world, he didn't bother to be a legend, he didn't even think about being famous all over the world.His master used to say that he is a good seedling, if he cultivates hard, he will definitely become the unparalleled number one in the world.

It's a pity that Feng Manlou is not self-motivated, he just wants to live a clean life.

What an unremarkable lifelong dream, but the god of shit didn't agree with him.

The heavens insisted on making him unaware of all the ups and downs in his life, driving him crazy, forcing him to kill people, forcing him to take responsibility for the person he shouldn't be responsible for, and forcing him to be sorry for the world.

When he was a lunatic, Yu Sui, who already knew all the ins and outs, looked at him, what was he thinking?

Feng Manlou didn't know the answer, but he knew Yu Sui wouldn't think he was hopeless.He is a talented medicine practitioner, and he is proud of it. Yu Sui once told him that there is no disease in this world that he can't cure, and there is no person he can't save.

In the end, he failed to save himself, how ridiculous.

Standing in the strong wind, Feng Manlou continued to think to himself.

He was sorry for Mr. Feng, and for so many people present, and even more sorry for these innocent lives who had been buried in the flames.

What to do then?

Very simple.

Since I'm sorry, then pay it back.

After Feng Manlou thought about it, he tentatively put his feet down again, and after standing up, he put his hands together in front of his chest.

"You don't have to go see him for me." Feng Manlou said to Liu Wusheng without looking back, "I really have no face to see him."

When Liu Wusheng saw him in this posture about to cast some spell, the alarm bell suddenly rang in his mind: "What do you want to do?"

"It's nothing." Feng Manlou said to him calmly, "I have done a lot of things that I am sorry to you, and I want to do something, and I will pay you back."

Liu Wusheng suddenly understood what he was going to do, and stepped forward to grab his hand to stop him, but it was a step too late, and before he could speak, he was blown away by a gust of wind.

He threw the sword hastily, turned over awkwardly in the air, landed firmly on the sword, and looked up again, and as expected, he saw Feng Manlou, who was also bloody in the magic circle under his feet.

Almost at the same moment, those evil spirits that descended from the sky suddenly disappeared.

The moment those evil spirits disappeared, everyone stopped one after another, seeing a little bewilderment in each other's eyes, and then looked at the ground in unison, and saw another blood-red magic circle appearing, which was blowing across the building. The feet spread slowly.

Everyone got it.

Then, the sea of ​​magma and fire gradually evaporated, the shattered earth returned to mountains, and even the shattered Nirvana circle gradually reunited.

Everything was slowly returning to tranquility, and all of this was achieved by the momentary peak mana of the Wind Transformation Technique.

An Xichen was the first to bring Qiao Xishui down from above, stepping on the heavy calamity.The only way to stop the Huafeng Technique is to kill people, so he knew in his heart that if he stopped it, Feng Manlou would die.

He stood on the periphery of the magic circle, watched the wind in the circle fill the building for a long time, faltered for a while, and finally said: "You..."

"..."

An Xichen didn't say anything in the end.

In fact, until now he didn't know how to face Feng Manlou.He used to hate this lunatic very much. This lunatic sprinkled salt on his wounds more than once without knowing it. Looking at him, condescending, condescending, all in all, there is no good point in him.

An Xichen just doesn't like him.

But Feng Manlou, who retrieved his memory, was a different person. Although he was still swaying carelessly and staggered when he walked, he was indeed a lot more stable, and he didn't have that madness.

Although he still calls himself a madman.

An Xichen had thought in his heart more than once, Feng Manlou, this lunatic should die, and it would be better to die with Qu Qixiang, the worse the death, the better.

But when he was really about to die, An Xichen thought again, he'd better live.

He didn't think he was innocent, nor did he think he was innocent, he just felt that people like them who were forced to be lunatics probably shouldn't just die like this.An Xichen has grievances that he wants to complain about, things he wants to say, and he wants to spend his life atoneing for his sins, so Feng Manlou should have them too.

It's not fair, it's not fair to them, and their words shouldn't just sit silently in their graves.

But An Xichen couldn't say it, he could only look at Fengmanlou like this, watching him about to take everything he wanted to say into the silent grave.

Feng Manlou stood in the blood light, the peak of that moment had passed for a while, and the flesh on his body was falling off one after another.

He saw An Xichen, saw his eyes looking at some tragedy.

In the past, he might have listened to the madness in his heart, asked him what you saw, and then killed him on the spot.

But now it's different.He knew that he was a fucking tragedy, and he couldn't feel any anger, so he smiled wryly.

"Don't look at me." He made a joke with a wry smile, sighed again, as if relieved, and said, "Okay, you take them away, I don't want to be seen faceless on the ground."

An Xichen didn't move.

Feng Manlou was very helpless, and continued: "Go, let's go, you should go back."

An Xichen still didn't speak.He just stood there stubbornly, without saying a word or moving a step.

"...An Xichen." Feng Manlou sighed for his stubbornness, and said, "What do you have to stay here?"

An Xichen didn't dare to say anything, but he didn't want to leave either.

He was silent for a while, and said: "Feng Man Lou, are you willing to do this?"

When Feng Manlou heard the words, he pursed his lips and smiled, hummed as a reply, and said, "That's it."

That's it.

That's exactly what he thought.Just like this, he died for the sake of so many lives present. Although no one can find his bones after death, it is considered a well-deserved death.

He is a sinner, as it should be, he deserves to be forgiven, he has wronged so many people, and he has to pay back after all.

He is willing.

That's it, he told himself.

Ignore those collapsed pasts that you haven't had time to tell anyone, don't think about the hard feelings that still haven't been fulfilled in the end, and don't be unwilling to be reconciled to Yu Sui's death, let go of what you can't let go, let it go with the wind up.

"The wind is all over the building." Liu Wusheng called him suddenly, and said, "You are not crazy."

He seemed to have half a sentence to say, but before he could say it, a bloody light suddenly rose from the magic circle, like a monster's bloody mouth, swallowing the people in the circle at once.

This scene is coming sooner or later.

Seeing this, Liu Wusheng had no choice but to take back the second half of the sentence, sighed, turned around and was about to say something to everyone, when suddenly the bloody light from the Wind Transformation Technique exploded, scattered into little red light dust, followed by the wind. and go.

Liu Wusheng was startled, turned his head to look, only saw Feng Manlou's broken body falling backwards slowly, and a transparent soul on him.

The soul was glowing with golden light, and stretched out its hands, as if protecting him, but it also scattered into light dust and went away with the wind.

That was Yu Sui.

The author has something to say: I'm really sad, I forgot to file yesterday, sat down to turn on the computer in the evening and saw that nothing was there...

Throwing up, blah blah blah