[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

Are you sure he won't die? Ruan Er nodded, thinking of Murong Ziying's madness, he was both puzzled and disgusted.

Huai Wei said firmly, "He won't die."

Except for the deceiving technique, Ruan Er's words to Murong Ziying were not deliberate lies, she just really understood it that way, but now it seems that it is different from what she thought.

Could it be that the gods in the sky really fell in love with someone, otherwise, how could it become so strange.

The stone chamber was airtight with almost no gaps, with a circle of candles lit, Huai Wei was the only person inside.

He knelt and sat in the center until the cold stone was warmed up, then he raised his hand that was trying to suppress the trembling, pulled off the collar from his right shoulder, and rolled it down to his waist, exposing most of his back on the right side.He lowered his right shoulder slightly to look at those beautiful phoenix scales.

Pulling off the phoenix scales, the pain is heart-piercing and bone-piercing, even the soul of a god will be suffocated by the pain.

This kind of pain is superimposed thirteen times, and he will only be hurt to death.

Ruan Er was born to cultivate fire, and only the prince Changqin can truly inherit the blood of Suzaku and Vulcan. His phoenix scales are the purest fire in the world and the most holy thing in the fire department. , in exchange for his thirteen phoenix scales.

He will lose 3000 years of cultivation, and it is the first time he has endured the pain that can make him die alive. Even so, he thinks it is worth it.

Huai Wei calmed down, as if a hurricane was blowing in his deep black eyes, the power that frightened all spirits in the world gradually escaped from his body, the candle flame was crushed as thin as paper, and the stone room trembled.

He tore off a piece of sleeve, rolled it up and bit it in his mouth. Without the slightest hesitation, he buckled it on his back, not daring to count it in his heart, he just tore off a piece of flesh and blood. He punched the stones on the ground and bit the cloth in his mouth tightly.

The sound of bang bang reverberated in the stone room, his hand was bloody and bloody, the white bone was cracked, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he smashed it again and again, the butterfly bone exposed on the back was wrapped in blood and flesh again, and the blood-red crack came from The wound spread.

The wound healed, but the pain remained in the soul. The seven phoenix scales and roots were torn out and buried in the flesh and blood, but the golden glow remained unabated. The corners are throbbing and painful.

He hardly even had the strength to open his eyes. Beads of sweat kept rolling off his skin. Bit by bit, he pushed out the sleeve cloth in his mouth with his tongue, panting weakly. He couldn't let himself feel pain. Gotta pass out.

His misty eyes suddenly turned hard, he lowered his head and bit his arm, causing the spiritual power in the meridians to flow backwards, the veins in his hand popped up, and the pain became more acute. Beng flew out between fingers, I don't know how much it was.

He couldn't hold it any longer, and passed out on the stone. The blood had already dyed his white clothes red, and the blood-colored cracks were still extending on his body.The consciousness has fallen asleep, but the soul is trapped in the vortex of pain, it hurts, it really hurts, it seems that someone has cut his flesh and shaved his bones with one knife, one after another, it has completely worn him out. His soul was torn apart piece by piece.

No one was there for him, no one saw his pain.

He seemed unable to open his eyes anymore, lying in a pool of blood, his white hair soaked in blood, like a bird with its wings cut off.

Only the sound of blood dripping from the broken stone echoed, and gradually, even this sound stopped, and the blood began to coagulate.In the dead silence, there was suddenly the sound of footsteps.

Ruan Er looked at the lifeless people on the ground, shook his head slightly, and began to look for the phoenix scales on the ground, but in the end he only found twelve pieces.Without hesitation, she walked to Huaiwei's side stepping on the blood, and reached out to pull out another piece, but was stopped by Feng Lai's zither sound.

Ruan Er expected Fenglai to protect the lord, she just wanted to see how powerful this useless waste in her hands is, now she is sure that if Fenglai remodels, she will never be able to bear the crown prince's growth Strike three times.

She sniffed and found Murong Ziying's breath, looked at the dagger on Huaiwei's waist, grabbed it in her hand, pulled out the dagger and stabbed it into Huaiwei's back, Feng Lai was really not on guard.She smiled, and with a flick of her wrist, she picked out a phoenix scale.

Huaiwei woke up from the pain, he opened his eyes, moved his pupils to look at Ruan Er, then raised his hand, took the dagger in her hand, without any other movements, words, or even glances.

Outside the gate of the Demon Realm is a forest. In front of this lifeless forest is a boundary cliff that goes deep into hell. There is also a boundary tablet standing on the edge of the cliff.

Murong Ziying was the only one on the cliff. He was sitting, leaning against the stele, looking up at the clouds in the sky, gathering and dispersing at times, changing constantly.

In the past, when I couldn't see Huai Wei, I could still concentrate on my practice, but now if I couldn't see it, my mind was full of him, and even the clouds in the sky felt like him.Time does not dilute everything, Murong Ziying remembers them every life together.

Such dignity and arrogance are deeply imprinted in Murong Ziying's heart, when he really saw Huaiwei, he couldn't believe his eyes.

The man covered in blood staggered out of the forest. He couldn't help curling up his body. Every time he took a step while holding onto the tree, he trembled as if he was about to fall. There was only one pair of eyes, which were astonishingly bright and took away all the light in the world.When he saw Murong Ziying, a smile appeared on his gray lips, but the smile immediately froze, and he fell down.

But it fell into Murong Ziying's arms.

"It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this..."

Murong Ziying knelt on the ground and hugged him tightly, sticking to his cheek, afraid that he would never be able to open his eyes again.

Hot tears dripped on Huaiwei's face, his body was still trembling, but he wanted to raise his hand to wipe away the tears, he had never seen Murong Ziying cry, this child was happy when he was with him.

"Murong..." He desperately wanted to grab Murong Ziying's collar, but he couldn't find any strength, his lips trembled so that he couldn't speak, "It hurts...it hurts...I...hold me tight..."

"well……"

Murong Ziying couldn't cry anymore, his eyes were red, he wanted to say too much in his heart, but he could only hold him tighter and tighter, crying like crazy, his voice was transmitted in the abyss, only despair.

He was not reconciled, never reconciled, he broke the path of cultivation for this person, and abandoned his righteous heart for this person, how could he just leave him like this!

Murong Ziying tried to alleviate his pain with her spiritual power, but no matter how hard he tried, he didn't stop until his spiritual power was exhausted and he died.Huaiwei murmured, his voice getting weaker and weaker, but he kept saying "It hurts, it hurts", no matter how Murong Ziying hugged him tightly, no matter how he treated him, it was of no use at all.

The bright red cracks crawled from the neck to the face, and the pale skin began to peel off piece by piece, Murong Ziying could only watch, hating himself for being helpless, he couldn't do it no matter how much he gathered his spiritual power, so he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"No, no!" Murong Ziying carelessly pressed Huaiwei's face, wanting to grow back the broken and peeling skin, but he could only look at this pale and painful face, which was gradually broken.

Murong Ziying shook him, and said ruthlessly: "Anyway, I can no longer cultivate immortality. If you leave me like this, I will destroy my own morality and go to cultivate demons! I want the people you care about to never be happy. ……I……"

He couldn't speak anymore, and cried bitterly on Huaiwei's body, but he couldn't even keep this body.

The hand holding his collar finally fell down, Huaiwei's whole body was shattered, like a handful of white sand mixed with blood, finally freed from the pain, blown to the sky by the wind, so free and so lively.

"Tell me if you'll never be alone again, tell me if..."

Murong Ziying stretched out his hand and chased the light sand to the edge of the cliff, his tears were still streaming but he smiled.

The wind was even louder, making Murong Ziying's clothes disheveled. He lay on the stone tablet, looking at the blue sky, the white clouds like waves, the vast world, without any constraints.

I will remember you forever, as long as I live, there must be someone in this world who remembers you and stays with you.

No.60 Second round

The cliffs and ravines of Shushan are soul-destroying, and above the dangers, there is the Shushan faction standing upright to protect the peace of one side and bear the responsibility of the common people in the world.

The head of the sect, Xu Changqing, has been in office for ten years, and he has cultivated the immortal body. Today, he was reading books in the pavilion, and a disciple came to report: "A man in blue with a harp on his back asks to see the head. He wears a mask, so he can't see his face."

Xu Changqing didn't know who this person was. When he walked to the front hall, this person was standing in the center of the hall.

He is as tall as a northerner, but his temperament is gentle and refined, like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

A thin silver mask covered the upper half of his face, and his long black hair flowed softly around his waist, making him look very young.He was wearing a soot-blue skirt, a long-sleeved gown, and a qin on his back. The brown qin bag was embroidered with gold, and the long red qin tassels were dangling outside. It was obvious that he hadn't stood still for long.

Standing quietly, he was gentle and clear, and when he spoke, his voice was low and pleasant, like moistening rain: "Shu Mountain has the most complete information, I want to ask the head to help me find out the whereabouts of the Fire Lingzhu. "

Xu Changqing is a person who can't turn corners. The person who came here was so straightforward. He saluted and asked directly: "Who are you? And why do you want to take the Fire Spirit Orb?"

"I don't want to tell you who I am, and you won't be able to find out. The Fire Spirit Orb originally belonged to me. It is understandable that you used it to suppress the Demon Locking Tower and eliminate disasters for the human world. But now, it should be returned to me." .”

Not only is his temperament gentle, but even his tone of voice is very soft, but he has a kind of arrogance that is self-respecting. He overlooks all things in the six worlds, making people unconsciously recognize his superiority from the bottom of his heart, and want to bow down and worship him.

Xu Changqing's brows were furrowed all the time. This was not some trick to disturb the mind, but a natural force from the soul.

This man won't lie to him, don't want