I became the short-lived white moonlight of the demon god

The blade pierced into the flesh, and there was a muffled thud, blood dripped all over the ground immediately.

All this happened so fast that Feng Xuan couldn't react when the blood was splashed on his face.

Li Furen didn't even blink his eyes, he drew his sword indifferently, stepped back, guarded Fengxuan behind him vigilantly, looked at Qiu Zijin with dark and cold eyes, and there was clearly no emotion in his eyes.

Qiu Zijin was already on the verge of dying, his dilapidated body had only the last breath of life remaining, and now, this last breath seemed to dissipate.

The state of his whole body declined extremely quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, his figure quickly hunched, and his face quickly climbed up to an undisguised fatigue.

The most obvious thing is that the light in his eyes, the hope that seemed to support his last breath, disappeared.

The cold water kept humming, and mist dripped down the sword, like tears when weeping.

The outcome has been decided, until now, Feng Xuan seemed to wake up from a dream, looking at Qiu Zijin with complicated eyes.

Blood pooled into a pool, and Qiu Zijin had almost reached the end of his life.

Feng Xuan saw that Qiu Zijin was powerless, and walked very slowly to the side of the dead tree, and sat down on the ground with his back against the dead tree.

He moved slowly, like an old man in his twilight years, only the movement of holding the sword in his arms was careful and cherished.

He opened and closed his lips, holding the long sword in his hand, and seemed to be talking constantly.

Feng Xuan pricked up her ears, and managed to hear clearly, what Qiu Zijin shouted seemed to be two words, what was it called: "Ah Jie..."

These two words seem to be a person's name, Feng Xuan guessed.Just now Qiu Zijin said that this person died at the hands of Titian Mozun thousands of years ago.

Thinking of these four words, Feng Xuan couldn't help but sneak a glance at Li Furen.

Qiu Zijin said, Titian and Li Furen are the same person... If this is true, then is it a correct decision for him to help Li Furen?

Feng Xuan's heart was shaken for the first time.

He didn't mind that Li Furen was born with a bad body. He believed that all discrimination related to physique was a misunderstanding of Li Furen.

But the day is different.

The scuffle thousands of years ago caused the Three Realms to be devastated and the people were in dire straits. Even today, the Three Realms have not recovered to the level before the scuffle.

Xu Shi noticed Feng Xuan's abnormality, Li Furen turned around, and the action could be called gentle stretching out his hand. Under Feng Xuan's blank gaze, he gently wiped off the blood stains on the young man's face.He was asking Feng Xuan with his eyes, "What's wrong?"

Feng Xuan snapped back to her senses, and packed away the distracting thoughts in her heart.

Feng Xuan suppressed the struggle in her eyes, and spoke as relaxed as possible: "I'm fine."

As he spoke, he couldn't stand still and his eyes darkened, he fell forward and was supported by Li Furen.

A strong heartbeat came from the warm chest again, causing Feng Xuan to lose his mind for a moment.

"You were frightened this time, when you return to the No Nian Sect, you should take a good rest for a while."

Feng Xuan was startled, quickly raised her head, her eyes were confused: "Are you still going back to No Nian School?"

He glanced over the face of the dying Qiu Zijin, hesitating: "But Qiu Zijin is about to die, after he dies, no one can restrain you anymore."

You can go after the life you want, get away from it all, start over where no one knows who you are, isn't that... not good?

Li Furen's eyes were deep, his tone was clear as before, but what he said was very strange to Feng Xuan: "Qiu Zijin is dead, I am the only one left in Ziyun Peak, why should I leave?"

Feng Xuan understood what Li Furen meant, and his expression was complicated.

Under Qiu Zijin's seat, there is only one personal disciple of Li Furen, according to the ancestral rules of Wu Nianzong, once he dies, Ziyun Peak, including Qiu Zijin's position of venerable, will be handed down to Li Furen only.

This is a fact that will not change even if everyone disagrees.

Looking at Li Furen's firm eyes, Feng Xuan suddenly understood.

Being unknown and above all people, Li Furen would actually choose to stay, which is also human nature. After all, leaving, from the beginning to the end, was Feng Xuan's own thoughts and arrangements.

But in Feng Xuan's heart, there is always a hint of emotion that he can't express himself.

"What's the matter?" Li Furen sensed Feng Xuan's depressed mood, and comforted him: "If you don't want to stay in the No-Nian Sect, I will take you out of the Sect to play for a while after your physical cultivation is better, how about that?"

During the silence, Fengxuan's spiritual consciousness entered her body, and checked the situation of the Panwutong branch - still nothing happened.

He couldn't walk yet, so he raised his head, nodded wearily, and gave a light and shallow "um".

He didn't know if he was answering Li Furen's words, or comforting himself.

After Feng Xuan finished speaking, the emotion in Li Furen's eyes lightened up, he lifted the boy in his arms, and carefully examined the injuries on the boy's body, while Feng Xuan remained absent-minded, allowing Li Furen to move.

Through the gap between Li Furen's arms and his body, Feng Xuan saw Qiu Zijin sitting under a dead tree from a distance.

Qiu Zijin was covered in black blood, his hair was disheveled, his face was haggard, and he was holding the sword weakly in one hand. How could he still have half of the glamorous look he had when he first met?

However, even at this moment, he still gazed longingly at the divine sword Hanshui in his arms.

For a moment, Feng Xuan was in a daze.Is this still the great hero who saved the common people by himself thousands of years ago?

When he saved the common people thousands of years ago, when he killed tens of thousands of people to take blood for thousands of years just to save their lives, how could he have expected such a tragic end today?

Feng Xuan's eyes are complicated.

And couldn't help but think of Li Furen, Qiu Zijin had raised Li Furen for ten years, but at the moment Li Furen killed Qiu Zijin, Feng Xuan didn't see a moment's hesitation and intolerance.

Li Furen's sword pointed at Qiu Zijin today, is it possible that one day, when he is no longer useful to Li Furen, that sword will face him without hesitation?

After going through all these ups and downs, Feng Xuan's mood was obviously very wrong, but before Feng Xuan could think more, Feng Xuan suddenly found that under the dead tree, where the two of them hadn't noticed, one of Qiu Zijin's hands was twitching slightly. Waving abnormally.

Feng Xuan suddenly rang the alarm bell, he quickly pulled Li Furen behind him, and shouted: "Be careful——!"

However, he was still one step too late.

At the same time as he moved, Qiu Zijin suddenly turned his head, and towards Li Furen's back, he showed a happy smile as if a great revenge had been avenged.

In the next second, the place where the formation disappeared just now was once again surrounded by black and red light—yes, although Qiu Zijin was exhausted and had no power to fight back, the formation was different.

This formation exists independently of Qiu Zijin, and it is an evil thing made from the blood of thousands of people. It is extremely fierce, and it can be used with enough energy to activate it.

And Qiu Zijin burned his last spiritual consciousness in order to activate this formation!

Even if his consciousness is completely destroyed, he will get rid of Li Furen.

Under the guidance of Qiu Zijin, the formation instantly enveloped the two of them.

In an instant, Feng Xuan only felt that his head was in pain as if it was about to explode.

In the dark, it seemed that there were countless invisible hands that kept pulling and tearing his consciousness out.

Severe pain was felt all over his body, like a piercing heart.

Cold sweat instantly drenched the white shirt.

An equally cold palm suddenly touched his back and pulled him forcefully.

Feng Xuan didn't have the strength to struggle at all, she made a wrong step and fell into the man's arms.

The moment he was hugged, Feng Xuan only felt light all over, and the force that was tearing him was gone.

Feng Xuan raised her head immediately, sure enough, Li Furen's brows and eyes were tightly closed, full of uncontrollable pain.

This person... drew all the formations to himself.

Passing through the red light, under the dead tree in the distance, Qiu Zijin closed his eyes at some point.

Looking up again, Li Furen's painful face is still in front of his eyes.

Feng Xuan clenched her fists tightly, her nails were even clenched into her flesh, blood was flowing.

The previous hesitation flooded into my heart again——

What if Li Furen is Titian?

If such a demon is allowed to wander in the Three Realms, there will definitely be chaos in the Three Realms again, and people will be devastated.

Feng Xuan's hesitant light kept flickering, his palm tightened and then loosened.

While hesitating, he suddenly heard a murmur-like voice from above his head, but Li Furen's voice was really too low, he really couldn't hear it clearly.

Feng Xuan's eyes were full of confusion, after a while, he hesitated, stood on tiptoe, and lay down on Li Furen's lips.

"...after death...Ziyun Peak...alone..."

Feng Xuan then moved closer, and this time he finally heard what Li Furen said clearly:

"...After I die...you are the only one left in Ziyun Peak...cough cough..." He almost paused every single word, and said with difficulty, "...I don't worry...but you alone...have to live well Go... live..."

【survive】

But you alone have to live well.

The person in the dream, at this moment, seemed to merge with the person in front of him.

Feng Xuan made a decision almost instantly.

His teeth chattered and he shouted: "Sycamore branch, master, break the formation for me!!"

The green light on the chest flashed, and that light instantly engulfed the red light of the formation.

This is extremely evil, but without its master, the sycamore branch is born to restrain these evil things.In a short while, the red light turned into fragments all over the sky again, crackling and shattering all over the sky.

The moment the formation disappeared, Feng Xuan only felt that his consciousness was pulled upwards suddenly, and then his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness.

……

The surroundings are bustling with people talking, but the voice seems to be separated by a water curtain, which is indistinct and cannot be clearly transmitted to Feng Xuan's ears.

Feng Xuan desperately opened her eyes, but was stung by the dazzling light.

"He" stood on the ring, facing an opponent with a blurred face, holding a sword in his hand, and the disciples of the Wu Nian Sect in white uniforms were all under him.

The cheers hit them like an overwhelming mountain.

Feng Xuan realized later that these people were all cheering for him.

Before Feng Xuan figured out the situation, her body moved quickly involuntarily.

The long sword in his hand was flying, intertwined with the long sword in the opposite person's hand with an extremely graceful and smooth movement.

The two swords intertwined with each other, beautiful women and beautiful swords, compared to this, it is a competition in the arena, and the beauty is more like dancing together.

The disciples under the arena also concentrated on appreciating the rare competition.

Feng Xuan suddenly realized that he seemed to have entered another small world, attached to other people, and could only follow the perspective of the owner of the body to understand this world.

Slowly, Feng Xuan also recalled what happened in the secret realm.

Perhaps when breaking the barrier, something went wrong, and his spiritual consciousness was involved.

Feng Xuan has seen this kind of strange situation in ancient books, but the danger is not there. The small world is usually fragile like a bubble. He just needs to stay in it quietly, and when the small world itself bursts, he can escape from it and return to the world. into your own body.

only……

Feng Xuan thought worriedly.

I don't know what's going on with Li Furen now, if he was also involved in it like him.

That's it, as long as it comes, it's safe.

Feng Xuan put her mind away and carefully observed the surroundings.

With the concentration of Feng Xuan's mental power, the surrounding world, as if the mist dissipated, finally unfolded clearly before Feng Xuan's eyes.

Fengxuan suddenly found out that the person who was fighting with him in front of him, the person who was holding a long sword like a flower, was Qiu Zijin who died in the secret realm!

Feng Xuan was shocked.

How could there be Qiu Zijin in this small world?

At the same time, the competition between the two finally came to an end.

Tie.

All are happy.

The two walked side by side, amidst the deafening cheers from the audience, Feng Xuan heard Qiu Zijin teasing him with a bright smile on his face: "It's a draw again, Ah Jie, do you see your bet?"

A mustard.

It turned out that the person I possessed at this time was the one Qiu Zijin never forgot before his death, Ah Jie.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-03-0623:59:35~2021-03-0800:00:16期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 floating light;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 30 bottles of red-haired little wolf cubs;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!