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

Without the divine sword Hanshui, and without the help of the Luanniao clan, the disciples of the Wu Nian Sect retreated steadily.

Mozun Titian personally led the army of demon cultivators to attack. He fought with Qiu Zijin for ten days and ten nights, and the world was overshadowed by it.

However, even though Qiu Zijin fought with his life, he was still defeated.

No Thought Sect—broken.

Thousands of demon cultivators roared and rushed into the Wu Nian School, burning, killing and looting, the sound of fighting in the Wu Nian School, the sound of swords, and the sound of sparks crackling, the chaos was extremely chaotic.

Qiu Zijin received Titian's almost fatal sword, but was lucky enough to have his last breath left, and fell to the side dying.

The original color of his white clothes could no longer be seen, the black ones were mud and the red ones were blood, which filled his whole body piece by piece.

The injury was too serious, Qiu Zijin was lying on the ground, panting in pain, and was about to raise his sword and defend Wu Nianzong with his last life, when suddenly——

A familiar breath suddenly came from the No Nian Sect.

Qiu Zijin was startled suddenly, his pupils shrank sharply.

Didn't Cen Jie leave a long time ago? Why is there still the smell of Cen Jie here?

Qiu Zijin looked along the aura, and the direction of the aura was surprisingly in the depths of the burning Wu Nian Sect.

Ah Jie is still inside!

This was the only thought in Qiu Zijin's mind.

Why is Ah Jie still in there? !

Qiu Zijin's whole body seemed to have been hammered heavily, he raised his sword in a daze, and before he had time to care about the Mozun Titian behind him, he staggered towards the ruins of the Wu Nian Sect surrounded by flames without stopping.

The turbulent fire reflected half of the sky red, and ashes were floating all over the sky.

On the way, every disciple passed by, Qiu Zijin would hold him tightly, and asked tremblingly with red eyes, "Have you met Senior Brother Cen Jie?"

Those who answered him shook their heads in despair.

After asking countless times, there was finally a disciple who pointed in one direction with a pale face: "In...in the refining room, I saw Senior Brother Cen Yan going there..."

Refining room?

Qiu Zijin didn't know what he thought of, and his expression froze fiercely.

Without further ado, he quickly raised his sword and headed towards the refining room.

Ah Jie, Ah Jie...

wait for me……

……

At some point, the Wu Nian Sect ignited a raging fire from the outside to the inside.

The corpses of the disciples were lying on the ground, and outside the door, there were more disciples fighting desperately.

They may have been ordinary all their lives, but at this moment, they erupted with an extraordinary will to serve the Wu Nian Sect and the common people in the world.

Cen Jie walked along the way, and most of the injured disciples he saw tried his best to treat them, but there were too many wounded who fell down, and if one was saved, three or four, or even more, would fall down.

Looking around, the flames reflected the sky, ruined walls and ruins, corpses strewn across the field, devastated everywhere.

The Wu Nian Sect, which was prosperous and prosperous in the past, finally broke down.

The cold water in the waist seemed to sense the sorrowful mood of the master, and it hummed accordingly.

Cen Jie lowered his head and stroked the sword, the hand holding the sword suddenly tightened, as if he had made some kind of decision, when he raised his head again, the sadness in his eyes was gone, and he didn't hesitate any more.

He hurried through the crowd, raised his sword and rushed to the refining room.

The refining room is empty, except for a huge and unsophisticated refining furnace standing in it. The furnace is engraved with all living things, which means "birth", and there is a high ladder beside the furnace, which is convenient for monks to refine weapons.

However, the room was not empty.

Long before Cen Ye entered the room, there was already a figure in white standing in the room.

"Senior brother." Cen Jie pushed the door open and entered with a calm but firm face.

Hearing the voice of the person who opened the door, Gou Liu's eyes lit up, and he strode towards Cen Jie, even staggering on the way.

"I knew it, Ah Jie, you will definitely come!" Gou Liu's tone was trembling with excitement, and he walked all the way to the refining furnace in front of Cen Jie.

"You said you need anything else, I'll go and prepare it for you right now." Gou Liu's eyes filled with tears.

Cen Jie looked at Gou Liu for a long time before he finally forced a smile. He pretended to look around and nodded, "I have everything."

Gou Liu became more and more excited, he stepped forward and held Cen Jie's palm, his eyes were deep: "Whether Wu Nianzong can survive this catastrophe this time depends entirely on you..."

While talking, he suddenly choked up: "If Wu Nianzong can survive this crisis, we will...definitely..."

Gou Liu could not make a sound.

Cen Jie's eyes flickered, and finally he smiled weakly, and patted the back of Gou Liu's hand with his backhand.

but did not speak.

He couldn't understand in his heart that Gou Liu's words clearly no longer regarded him as a member of Wu Nian Sect.

Wu Nianzong is already in dire straits, there is no further delay.

Holding the divine sword Hanshui, Cen Jie made a final confession to Gou Liu:

"'Excalibur Fuling' is a forbidden technique of our Flood Dragon Clan. When I cast the spell later, I ask my senior brother to guard the door and not intrude. When the divine sword is completed, my senior brother will know."

Gou Liu faintly heard something was wrong, his eyes were confused: "What about you?"

"I have my own place to go." Cen Yu lightly avoided this topic.

But Gou Liu is so smart, he knows it well, after Cen Jie left, he might never have the chance to see each other again in the future.

Gou Liu's eyes struggled, and after a while, he lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, and when he raised his head again, there was only peace in his eyes.

Cen Jie continued on his own: "With the divine sword, Ah Jin will be able to kill the Demon Lord in one fell swoop. The Wu Nian Sect has a rich background, with everyone here, it is only a matter of time before it revives, and I am not worried. Only..."

When Cen Jie said this, his voice suddenly became hoarse for no reason, and he suppressed his crying: "...Only Ah Jin, I am always worried, he..."

"Ah Jie, don't worry," Gou Liu said in a deep voice with firm eyes, "I will definitely take good care of Zijin."

Cen Jie was in a daze for a moment, then suddenly laughed, but the smile was ugly.

"it is good."

He took a deep breath and tried to adjust the smile on his face: "Okay."

After finishing speaking, he quickly said: "Then please brother guard the gate for me."

Gou Liu nodded solemnly, and strode out the door under Cen Jie's sight.

Only at the moment of closing the door, he paused for a moment.

Cen Jie saw that the veins on the back of Gou Liu's hand clasped on the door were all showing.

But this hesitation is only for a moment, the next second, Gou Liu will not stop.

The door closed with a "bang" amidst Cen Ye's tears.

Cen Jie stepped up the high ladder, feeling empty in his heart.

It is true that only the blood of the divine dragon is needed to refine the sword spirit, but what the world doesn't know is that in their dragon clan, the blood of the divine dragon has long been so thin that it can't be less.

To refine a sword spirit, essence and blood are far from enough, here it is called refining a sword, let alone a sacrificial sword.

Only by using all the flesh and blood of the dragon as an introduction, has the opportunity to be cast into a sword spirit.

Cen Jie threw the sword into the furnace.

As soon as the cold water enters the furnace, it emits a light blue light, floating upright in the furnace.

Standing on the high platform, the spiritual fire in the refining furnace blows towards the face with heat waves, and Cen Ye's robes rustle when blown by the heat waves.

When he reached this step, Cen Jie was still in a trance, as if he was in a dream.

Looking back on this life, I just feel absurd and funny.

It has been decades since he sneaked out of the Water Palace of the Jiaolong Clan since he was a child and joined the Wunian School. In these ten years, he has long regarded the Wunian School as his home, and Qiu Zijin and Gou Liu as relatives.

What's funny is that one of them personally drove him out of Wu Nianzong; the other, after knowing his identity as a demon clan, wished to draw a clear line with him every word.

The most ridiculous thing is that even so, he still decided to sacrifice his flesh and blood to the sword spirit.

The heat wave rolled up, rolled up the corners of the boy's clothes, and sparked sparks.

Cen Jie closed his eyes and jumped forward.

The three heroes of Wu Nianzong, Cen Yu, died, and the divine sword was formed from cold water, and fell from the sky.

Those who get this sword will be blessed by God.

When encountering demons and killing demons, there will be no mercy.

Everyone in the world knows that when the divine sword came to the world, evil did not overwhelm righteousness, and the law of heaven showed mercy.

But no one knew that there was a "person" named "Cen Jie" on this sword.

Feng Xuan stared at this scene obsessively, her tears couldn't be controlled when she didn't know when, and fell to the ground like beads with a broken string.

His vision gradually blurred, and at the last moment of fainting, Feng Xuan saw that Cen Jie's whole body turned into little stars, which scattered in all directions like fireflies.

There was also the sound of arguing outside the door, breaking the door like a sound of entering, accompanied by Qiu Zijin's last sad and stern "Ah!!"

The world kept turning, Feng Xuan only felt that his consciousness was constantly floating in the void, and finally fell into a warm embrace.

In a trance, Feng Xuan struggled to open his eyes, and looked under the dead tree.

Under the dead tree, Qiu Zijin slowly closed his eyes. At the moment when Qiu Zijin closed his eyes, the cold water in his arms flickered, as if the water waves were scattered, and the blue light on the sword flashed past, also Completely wiped out.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-03-1223:41:34~2021-03-1323:46:02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 grenade: 414724551;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 in Nan'an;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 5 bottles of red-haired little wolf cubs;

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