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

With the addition of the Yaozu, the battle is going to be fierce.

Inside the Wu Nian Sect, the entire sect was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and the eyes were full of red.

The demon king of the Luanniao tribe said that after Qiu Zijin and Ming Qiyu got married, their tribe would help each other with the strength of the whole family. At that time, the two parties would work together to wipe out Titian Mozun in one fell swoop.

However, before that, their Luanniao tribe had already withdrawn their troops, and they would not take any further action.

They were forcing Qiu Zijin to make a choice.

……

In the study, Ming Qiyu walked in slowly, stepped forward with affectionate eyes, and wanted to rub Qiu Zijin's shoulders, but Qiu Zijin dodged away.

Ming Qiyu rubbed his wrist instead, smiling unabated: "Jin Lang, are you still hesitating?"

Qiu Zijin closed his eyes and circulated spiritual energy to heal his injured body.

Ming Qiyu approached Qiu Zijin with a smile on his face, "I see that the disciples of the Wunian School suffered heavy casualties. Even if the Wunian School is supported by you, it probably won't last long, right? Once the Wunian School fell, the world of comprehension There will be no force to fight against Titian, and the people will be destroyed by then, but what is Jin Lang willing to see?"

She said, and posted it: "Furthermore, Jin Lang is willing to watch the disciples of the Wu Nian Sect with his own eyes, watching... Junior Brother Cen Jie, die in front of Jin Lang?"

When she said the word Cen Yan, she obviously paused, with a hint of inexplicable emotion in her tone.

Qiu Zijin still didn't answer, but Ming Qiyu could see clearly, when she mentioned the name "Cen Jie", Qiu Zijin's eyes sank.

She curled her lips silently.

Clap your hands: "Jin Lang has been exhausted recently, so he should pay attention to rest. As for Titian Mozun... If he can't hold on, Jin Lang should not hold on, lest these brothers' lives will be taken."

Qiu Zijin frowned, and his lips were faintly pale.

Before Ming Qiyu left the door, he still didn't forget to add a final sentence: "Although Jin Lang blocked the demon cultivator's attack this time, he was also injured. Next time, next time, Jin Lang still has confidence and can Can you resist?"

Until she walked far away, these words still lingered in Qiu Zijin's mind.

He got up suddenly, summoned his disciples, pinched his forehead, and asked for no reason: "How is he these days?"

Although Qiu Zijin didn't mention this person's name, he didn't need to mention it at all. That disciple knew who Qiu Zijin was talking about.

In the past, the answers were nothing more than "yes" and "brother is fine".

But this time, he hesitated very rarely, until he met Qiu Zijin's sharp eyes, he replied hesitantly: "Back to the suzerain, senior brother Cen Yan, he...he..."

Qiu Zijin's eyes tightened suddenly, and he fixed on the face of the correspondent disciple, his eyes were burning like fire, full of anxiety: "Is he injured?"

"No, no, no," the disciple hurriedly shook his head, "Yes... yes..."

"Say it quickly!" Qiu Zijin really got it.urgent

The disciple fell to his knees with a plop, and thought: "Brother Cen Jie disappeared a week ago!"

Qiu Zijin stood up abruptly, anxious all over his body.

Then I heard the disciple continue: "Senior brother said, he went to get something, something that can kill Titian Mozun."

"It's just nonsense!"

……

With injuries all over his body, Cen Jie stumbled and ran out of the water palace, holding a sword tightly in his hand.

A thunderous dragon's cry came from behind and shouted angrily: "If you leave this gate, you will never enter the gate of the Dragon Clan Water Palace again!"

Cen Jie's hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably, tears mixed with blood and dripped down on the sword, splashing one after another.

It wasn't until he escaped Xu Yuan that he fell to the ground as if he lost his strength, biting his lip and muttering, "I'm sorry, father...it's because the child is unfilial..."

……

Qiu Zijin found Cen Jie on the battlefield.

When he found the boy, the boy was lying on the ground with wounds all over his body.

When seeing this scene, Qiu Zijin's blood seemed to flow backwards, and his heart seemed to stop beating.

Even if the demons invaded, Qiu Zijin never felt the same fear and fear as he does at this time.

Fortunately, the boy did not die.

The great joy of being resurrected from the ashes will be etched in his heart forever in his life.

It turns out that unconsciously, the status of this person in his heart has surpassed himself, surpassed the sect, surpassed the whole world.

Except for cultivation, his life can only be regarded as ordinary. The only bright color in his life is Cen Jie.

He protects the common people in the world and fights with his life, just to protect the one person in his heart.

……

All Wu Nianzong were excited by the news of Cen Jie's return.

There is no other reason.

Cen Jie actually found an artifact.

It is a dying sword in ancient times, called Hanshui.

It is rumored that the person who holds this sword can have the power to kill gods.

A mere Demon Lord, in front of this sword, is like an ant, completely worthless.

For a while, everyone's morale was high.

When Cen Jie woke up, Qiu Zijin was by his side.

As soon as he saw Cen Jie making a move, Qiu Zijin immediately got up and surrounded him.

"How is it, how do you feel, does the wound still hurt?" Qiu Zijin frowned, feeling very nervous.

Cen Jie waited for a long time before finally seeing Qiu Zijin's appearance clearly, but he did not answer Qiu Zijin's question immediately, but asked: "Where's the sword?"

Qiu Zijin lifted the quilt on the inside of Cen Jie, and the Excalibur was lying quietly beside Cen Jie.

Cen Jie seemed to be relieved, and he solemnly handed the sword into Qiu Zijin's hands.

Holding back his cough, he panted lightly: "Ah Jin, this sword is cold water, it can overcome the sky, you take it."

Qiu Zijin didn't ask Cen Jie the reason for the Excalibur.

He held the sword tightly, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, and his voice was hoarse: "Don't worry, I will definitely repel Titian."

But he didn't say the next sentence.

Take good care of you.

Cen Jie was seriously injured, he was panting with difficulty, his face was pale, but his eyes were radiant.

He said, "Don't promise her."

You were born to soar in the sky, not to be shackled by others.

Qiu Zijin held the sword, and the expression in his eyes darkened a bit.

Qiu Zijin went to the battlefield holding the divine sword. Cen Jie was seriously injured, knowing that he was powerless on the battlefield, so he had to temporarily retreat behind the scenes.

The faster he recovers, the better he can go to the battlefield and fight side by side with Qiu Zijin.

Cen Jie originally thought that with Qiu Zijin's cultivation and the help of the divine sword Hanshui, killing Titian should be a no-brainer.

But during the few days he stayed in the sick bed, not only did he not hear the news of victory, but the number of casualties increased instead of decreasing, which is really abnormal.

Could it be that something happened to Qiu Zijin?

Cen Jie was concerned, but before he recovered, he stumbled out of bed and went looking for Qiu Zijin.

All the way up the mountain, he imagined countless possibilities, but he never expected that there was something wrong with his cold water——

"Zijin, this divine sword doesn't have a sword spirit at all, and the strength it can display is only a tenth or two. As long as it has a sword spirit... It's no problem to kill Titian!" Gou Liu's familiar and anxious voice penetrated The vermilion palace gate passed into Cen Jie's ears.

As it was about the Excalibur, Cen Jie stopped in his tracks.

Qiu Zijin didn't answer, Gou Liu said excitedly by himself: "This divine sword is a sacred object of the Jiaolong clan, since Cen Jie can get it, he must be inseparable from the Jiaolong clan."

"As long as it is infused with the blood essence of the Jiaolong, the Divine Sword will be able to 'come back to life'! Let's go find Cen Jie, he must have a way—"

Gou Liu was talking excitedly, but Qiu Zijin severely interrupted: "Shut up, I don't want to hear it again."

Gou Liu naturally didn't give in so quickly, he said with certainty: "But if you don't let go, the Luanniao clan will definitely not make another move. How long can we last with you and me alone?"

"It's just blood. Let Cen Jie take some out to help Wu Nian Zong get through this crisis. After that, we will make up for what Wu Nian Zong owes him one by one. Isn't that good?"

"I said shut up!" Qiu Zijin's eyes were clearly filled with anger.

"Why, do you feel distressed?" Gou Liu sneered, "You think I just want to do this? But what else can we do? I only hate my useless body!

If my blood essence is of use, let alone my blood, if it is skin and bones that will kill me, for the sake of Wu Nianzong and the common people in the world, I am obliged to do so. "

He paused, his tone slowed down, and dissuaded: "Now is the moment of life and death crisis, someone must make a sacrifice!"

Qiu Zijin flicked his sleeves violently, and was so shocked that he lingered back again and again, his eyes darkened: "I said, never mention this matter again!"

"Qiu Zijin!" Gou Liu was also puzzled.

Just when the two were arrogant and domineering, and their swords were on the verge of breaking out, Cen Yu suddenly pushed the door open and entered, and a cold voice resounded throughout the hall: "It's nothing but blood."

He paused and made a firm decision: "I am willing."

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