I see the snow

The dark silver Qiongyu Pavilion stands majestically, and the raised corners of the palace show a kind of coldness and inhumanity.

It looked icy cold and high above.

At this time, rainwater filled with resentment poured down from the sky, and ashes of calamity were flying all over the sky.

Several immortal officials and venerables stood in front of the formation, ready to go as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Shenjun, do you want to learn from the traitors and thieves in the world and force the palace!?"

One person drank heavily.

Under the steps of the temple in front of them stood a man in white.

He was covered in blood, standing in the rain, crumbling.

But even so, he still held a finger tightly between his fingers, as if he wanted to embed the blood-stained finger into his own flesh and blood, and never separate it.

Taking a closer look, one could see that the man in white had icy white skin and a pair of dark eyes like a dark pool.

The rain fell on his cheeks, and then slid down the thin corners, and dripped into the cloud bricks from his jaw.

Holding the knife in both hands, he looked at the Heavenly Temple with cold eyes.

There were strings of blood drops, dripping from the tip of the knife, tick-tock, and falling on the ground.

This is the most elegant and unsullied heavenly god in the past.

"You are in the wild..."

He asked hoarsely, "Where is his soul?"

Countless immortals all lowered their eyes, no one made a sound, they just looked at him silently.

Ji Fusheng suddenly smiled and said: "Okay, don't tell me."

"I'll find it myself."

"Sacrifice to floating life—!!"

A fairy suddenly made a sound and said loudly: "Don't forget, you are the god of the ten heavens!"

——God of the Ten Heavens.

This used to represent such a lofty and incomparably noble status, but now it only makes Ji Fusheng feel ridiculed.

In a low voice, he repeated the words in a murmur, tilting his head and asking, "So what?"

"Is this why you plan on me, deceive me, and use me?"

"..."

No one answered, and after a while, there was a trembling voice, and someone begged:

"Let's stop here... how long are you going to refuse to give up? God Lord Wumeng... Killing the Lord of Infernal Affairs is a merit for thousands of years. If you refuse to stop like this, no one will be kind...!"

"Good."

Ji Fusheng chewed on this word, smiled dumbly, and said softly: "...it's too late. I climbed to the Tianfotai today, and I never wanted to go back."

If you look at it from a distance, you will find that the entire mirror stage is surrounded by sky gaps.

Just around Ji Fusheng alone, there are no less than tens of millions of cloud armors, all of them are staring at him like an enemy.

Ji Fusheng stood there alone, holding a knife in both hands, but when he moved, the thousands of cloud armors around him also retreated.

These are all comrades who once fought side by side with him.

Ji Fusheng thought: ...but at this moment, they are already completely opposite to each other.

Ashes of catastrophe danced in the sky, and Ji Fusheng had killed all the way from the Bodhi Pagoda here, and there were already mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the sky was full of complaints.

The snow-white cloud tiles in half of the heavens were dyed dark red.

Ji Fusheng didn't want to show cowardice, but the smell of blood in his throat couldn't be suppressed at all, as soon as he moved, there was a stench of rust, which made him cough heavily.

With his sword in his hand, he took another step forward.

But this time, the hearts of all the immortals were tightened.

"you……"

A fairy said: "You, you, you, don't act rashly!——"

Ji Fusheng was once the God Lord who killed with the Ten Heavenly Palms, and he was the one who entered alone with two sabers to wipe out the sea of ​​blood that day.

Now rebellion, the consequences are disastrous.

Hearing the sound, Ji Fusheng raised his head, the cold rain fell on his cheeks, a gash stretched from his forehead to the brow bone, blood trickled down his cheeks.

The snow-clothed man's face was as pale as death.

"Look what this is!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout.

Seeing that the situation was not good, a venerable stood up and raised his hand high: "This is Jun Zaiye's spirit habitat box, if you dare to take a step forward, I will break it!"

Ji Fusheng really froze, and looked there with quiet eyes.

In the rain there, a small black box was lifted high and held in the hands of the Venerable.

Exactly what he wanted this time.

The ashes of calamity flying all over the sky slowly fell, and stopped between Ji Fusheng's eyebrows, but Ji Fusheng didn't seem to know it.

"Let go of the spring light."

Seeing this, the Venerable took the opportunity to drink in a low voice: "The spiritual power is gone!"

But Ji Fusheng remained motionless as if in a daze.

Chunguang is his saber, a pair of swords, which can cut down all gods, Buddhas and demons in the world.

"Um--?"

The Venerable's hand holding the spiritual box tightened a little, like an invisible threat, and made a movement of about to fall.

"Let me see it first."

For a long time, Ji Fusheng said softly. "Let me see the soul of the Infernal Lord first."

The venerable froze, the next moment, Ji Fusheng seemed to have guessed something, a smile broke out on the corner of his lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "Sure enough."

"You're lying to me again."

"It's like all the pitiful postures and humble appearances in the past were just pretending."

He stared at the gods and Buddhas all over the sky, and said contemptuously: "You have always used all means to achieve your goals."

This is the most straightforward humiliation, which makes the faces of all the immortals change slightly, and their faces look very ugly.

"If you stop now, you can still be your Dreamless God Lord."

I really couldn't hold on anymore, so a venerable had to stand up again, threatening and luring: "Otherwise, if you continue to be stubborn, don't blame us for breaking up your soul together!"

He took out a small soul lamp, gestured to Ji Fusheng, and shouted: "Don't forget, a rebellious and rebellious god like you has already left a handle in the heavens. If you don't want to turn back, you will stop." Blame us for ignoring our fellowship with you!"

However, surrounded by tens of thousands of people, Ji Fusheng quietly raised his eyes the next moment——

Then, under the blow of wind and thunder, a Qingguangxu sword suddenly flew out, passed everyone, and plunged straight into the pillar on the temple of the Venerable!

"Om-!"

The ears of the Venerable trembled, and the long-bearded fairy face was swept away, and he became angry immediately: "Presumptuous!!!"

In an instant, all horses were silent, the world was dripping with blood, Ji Fusheng and the heaven finally tore their face completely apart.

The Venerable shouted: "Kill me!!"

Dozens of fairy kings holding zithers filed out and sat quietly under the eaves.

The uniform melody flowed from their fingertips, and there was a chilling air in the mountains and seas!

The air flow in the air was slightly distorted by the shock, and Ji Fusheng's throat was sweet, and he suddenly knelt down on one knee, vomiting a mouthful of blood.

"The biggest mistake of your life."

With compassion in his eyes, the venerable said, "It's just that you shouldn't make a fake show and think that the Lord of Infernal Affairs is really a close friend with you."

Ji Fusheng's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his internal organs were cramped as if they had been displaced.

However, he slowed down for a moment, struggled to stand up again, staggered and said:

"Give me... Jun Zaiye's soul."

Three souls and six souls, the sound of the piano shakes and kills.

Every time the trapped soul lamp on the high place flickered once, Ji Fusheng trembled until only the last three souls remained, he finally got close enough to stun seven of the ten Qin immortals with one blow!

Ji Fu's long hair was scattered, and he came from the blood, and the end of his hair was congealed in one place by the coagulated blood.

"Give me... Jun Zaiye's soul!!"

He shouted.

"Hurry up, stop him!"

The immortals finally started to panic: "Where is 'Chunguang', grab 'Chunguang' here!"

Spring is in the hands of Ji Fusheng.

As the only weapon in the nine heavens and ten lands that can cause huge damage to the immortal body, it also made "great contributions" when beheading the king and the wild that day.

The long-bearded Venerable's eyes sank, and he caught a glimpse of the Tiancha who was closest to Jifusheng——

Immediately, his lips and teeth moved slightly, and he called out with a false voice: "Fourteen, turn around!"

That voice was so realistic, full of jokes and frivolity, almost exactly the same as that person.

Subconsciously, Ji Fusheng's whole body froze, and he suddenly looked behind - at that moment, Venerable Longbeard suddenly caught a sky difference in the air, and slammed into Ji Fusheng's left hand!

The involuntary Tiancha yelled in horror, Ji Fusheng conditioned reflex to block, Chunguang released his hand in an instant, Tiancha was hit in the chest, fell to the ground and died.

The Venerable grabbed the spring, but did not retreat but advanced.

With a sneer, before Ji Fusheng could react, he stabbed Chunguang into Ji Fusheng's left chest, and firmly nailed him to the ground!

The world fell silent, and the soul lamp went out.

everything is over.

Ji Fusheng lay alone in the rain of ash and ash all over the sky, with blood overflowing from his mouth and nose.

He stared blankly at the sky, which was gray and dark.

"Betray the entire Ten Heavens of Desires for a single evil thing."

The venerable in the hall lifted his robe and sneered: "What are you still the head of the immortals!"

"His Holiness said so."

The immortals heaved a sigh of relief, echoed and put on a tone of disgust: "As a god, even if it is a blood relative of a fairy couple, he will not hesitate to give up for the sake of the heavens. Wumeng God, I am really confused this time."

Ji Fusheng had already fallen into a pool of blood, because of the rapid loss of spiritual consciousness, he almost lost his five senses for a short time.

No sound can be heard, and there is only blank black in front of my eyes.

He seems to have returned to many years ago, when he first met someone in Wujian.

He was also in a pool of blood like this, the man in black robe and golden crown, holding on to a purple bamboo umbrella, walked towards him with a smile.

There are blue will-o'-the-wisp flames tattooed on his boots.

however……

"sorry."

Ji Fusheng murmured.

"Next time, don't meet me."

He smiled and said in a low voice, "...I lied to you."

The head of the immortals, who was once so high and unmatched by anyone, lost his strength, gasping for breath on the verge of death, his dark curled eyelashes trembling uncontrollably.

But despite this, the sky difference around him still has some fear, and he dare not move forward.

After a long time, his blood-stained fingers moved and slowly lifted up.

Ji Fusheng showed a pale smile on the corner of his lips, and closed his eyes exhausted——

The next moment, the sky and the earth changed color in an instant.

The ten heavens shook violently, and under the astonished eyes of the immortals, all the palaces and palaces of the immortals collapsed one by one.

The venerable realized something, and roared angrily: "Shenjun Wumeng, you are crazy!!"

However, Ji Fusheng's consciousness gradually drifted away, the pitch-black ring fell from his hand, and at the last moment before his consciousness lost consciousness, he seemed to hear that person's voice again.

He is calling him:

"fourteen--!!"

Far away, like a hallucination.

Ji Fusheng showed a smile, all right, I'm here to see you.

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Main CP: This is a beautiful god in the God Realm who sacrificed himself to work incessantly.

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