Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

For a split second, the battle between Di Tianyao and Yu Fuchen stopped, the clouds in the sky no longer fluttered, the people guarding the edge of the barrier shouted or wept, and all living beings stopped at this moment. The turbulent wind no longer roared, and the world was as silent as death.

Feng Changhuan stood there blankly, caressing the wound that was no longer in pain, straightened his bent body due to the pain, looked at his blood-stained hands, and touched his face with the hands that turned into bones.

Everything seemed so unreal, but it really stopped at this moment.

What is this...

"One day the clouds are shattered, and the two trees are supported by jade. The stars are sparse and the river shadows turn, and the frost is heavy and the moon is Huahu."

In the silence, a man in red with blond hair came riding on the flying flowers, Mei Xiao's voice pierced people's hearts, and the shadow of Shu Han moved people's soul.

Ying Yougu floated slowly from the city of snow mist, and landed barefoot in front of Feng Changhuan, watching him calmly with soft red eyes.

"Gu, I'm here to play your game."

"Should I say you came too early, or too late?"

"Not too early, not too late, just right. You may not know that he once went to the temple to ask Gu for help, but was rejected by Gu."

"You turned him down? Why?"

"It's not a violation of the agreement with you. When I saw the tragedy of the sky, I knew that even if I offered God to him, it would not help the overall situation. There is only one person who can help him."

His meaning is very obvious. Since time and space are forcibly reversed and time is stopped, leaving Feng Changhuan alone, there is no second choice for who he is talking about.

Ying Yougu took Feng Changhuan's hand, and covered him with petals to temporarily grow a layer of skin to protect his bones, in order to make his words more convincing.

"Speaking of which, Gu is about to break the contract. I'm sorry for your wolf cub, but for the sake of the world, Gu has no choice but to do so."

He told Feng Changhuan exactly what he had said about the gods to Yu Fuchen before, and after knowing his identity as an abandoned god, the man heaved a sigh of relief.

"It turned out to be like this. If I knew that I could alleviate these crises by myself, he wouldn't have to suffer so much. Tell me, what should I do?"

Ying Yougu hesitated a little, he shook his head, knowing that if he persuaded, the ending would fall into an irreversible deadlock, and it was a waste of his intention to come here, waste energy and life to stop time.

But if he didn't say it, he would regret it if he missed the last chance.

"Gu thought that even he has learned to never leave. If you are as smart as you, you will definitely let go of your selfishness. In the end, is the story still going to end like this?"

"It's fine if he blames me or hates me. I'm such a selfish person. For him to survive, I will do whatever it takes."

Ying Yougu didn't know how to respond to sorrow and joy. It is said that as he wished, the Three Realms can be peaceful and the common people can survive. It should be happiness.But he got his wish, but he seemed to have lost something more important, and his heavy heart was not half relieved.

"Have you really decided?"

"If you continue to ask, I will be shaken."

Feng Changhuan joked, looking at the unyielding Yu Fuchen who soared into the sky during the fierce battle, the huge stone in his heart had already settled.

Ying Yougu shook his head, full of helplessness.

"Your godliness is far beyond that of Gu, and it is what he lacks. Only when you dedicate yourself to him can he reconcile the yin and yang poles in his body, so that he can possess the power of hell without losing everything he has as a human being." Otherwise, he will become the evil spirit of Huangquan after being assimilated by the evil spirit of the bitter prison."

"I am compatible with his nature, is this why my blood can feed him to grow up, and can also relieve him of the tyrannical spiritual flow?"

"Yes, and no. He was originally a spiritual fetus, and he is a different kind to mortals. Gods are transcendent, freed from the shackles of the world, and no longer restricted by the laws of heaven. They are also subtle existences, so you are his medicine. Accident."

"How can I integrate my power with him?"

"It's very simple, as long as you... abandon yourself and give yourself completely to him."

Pointing at Feng Changhuan's chest, Ying Yougu should have explained it to him in detail, but he couldn't bear to say such cruel words.

At the same time, the scenery that was forced to stand still due to the stagnation of time showed signs of fragmentation, and the spells that should have bones could only last so far, and Feng Changhuan still needed to comprehend more.

The moment the time turned again, Feng Changhuan, who seldom stood up, suddenly felt that his body was so heavy that it was difficult to stand up. The ensuing severe pain made his eyes black, and he staggered and almost fell.

For him it is half a moment, for others it is just a blink of an eye.

Yu Fuchen, who was fighting hard, took a blow, and retreated to ease his slightly trembling hands from the force.

Di Tianyao slashed down with his sword in the air, forcing him to block the ice-smasher spear in front of him. This blow caused his hands to be torn apart, sticky blood stained his palms, and he almost let go .

Yu Fuchen, who was repelled, was filled with blood in his chest, his body was so heavy that he was numb, and he spit out another mouthful of blood before he stood up. He stared at the pool of blood on the ground, his reaction was already slow, and he was stunned even when Feng Changhuan grabbed his hand. It took a long time to respond.

"Changhuan..."

His hoarse voice makes people feel distressed, and his bloodstained face makes people sad.

"Enough is enough, you have worked hard, you have done a good job."

Feng Changhuan hugged Yu Fuchen, and the two of them knelt on the ground facing each other, both covered in blood and looking embarrassed.

"Chang Huan, I've tried my best, I...I really, really..."

"No need to explain, I understand. There is just one thing, I have to say sorry to you."

Seeing a disturbing emotion in his eyes, Yu Fuchen immediately held his hand tightly and shook his head repeatedly.

"No, don't say sorry, please, don't do something that would make me hate you..."

The man rubbed his head, just like before, full of tenderness, giving people an illusion of tenderness, but what he did was a cruel thing that made him feel so painful.

"Kiss me, okay?"

"As long as you don't leave, I will kiss you thousands of times for the rest of my life, Changhuan..."

At this moment, Yu Fuchen was begging, crying in his words, hugging that person tightly, for fear that he would disappear from sight and never be found again.

But in the eyes of Di Tianyao, who was pressing every step of the way, the cuddling between the two was nothing more than a scorching attack, which made him full of displeasure and resentment mixed in his heart.

He pointed his sword at Feng Changhuan, stared coldly at the abnormally calm man, and couldn't help but sneer.

"Now that things have come to an end, where can you escape to when you have no energy to spare? Since the lonely emperor once cursed you to die miserably for three lives, why not start with you."

"Is Emperor Zun so impatient to see me die?"

"Wrong, it's not you, it's you."

The strange light in Di Tianyao's ghost pupils is enough to frighten people, but just when he was about to swing his sword at Feng Changhuan, a snake bone suddenly wrapped around his wrist, restraining his movements. It was Feng Changhuan who followed them. Ze Huan delayed for a moment because of Feng Chang Huan.

At this very moment, he made a shocking move, Feng Changhuan raised his right hand and stabbed Yu Fuchen's chest when he was not prepared.

"long……"

Yu Fuchen, who was unable to make a sound due to the severe pain, did not escape, and exhausted his last bit of strength to wrap his arms around Feng Changhuan's shoulders, and hugged the man in his arms.

"Chang Huan...your hand is shaking, don't, don't be afraid..."

Immediately, Feng Changhuan burst into tears, he hugged the man with his other free hand, begging in a low voice.

"Trust me, Xingzhi, you believe me, okay..."

"I believe... always, always believe..."

"You won't die, I won't let you die, I want you to live well!"

Yu Fuchen, who was almost fainting, opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw that the person's body gradually became illusory and transparent, and quickly understood everything.

He grabbed that person, like chasing catkins scattered in the wind, the more he touched deliberately, the more he couldn't catch the traces left by the flying flowers, and in the end he got nothing but a mess.

With eyes full of horror, he clenched the wrist pierced by the man on his chest, shook his head, but couldn't say a word.

He understands... In fact, he understands everything.

"Long Huan, Chang Huan..."

Feng Changhuan smiled miserably, and many dazzling light spots rose from his body, like the stars in the dark night, and like the lights of thousands of families in the past, soft and dazzling, fleeting.

He hugged Yu Fuchen tightly and whispered something, the latter probably wanted to cry, he probably wanted to cry desperately, but his eyes were dry and his throat was hoarse, without any sense of reality.

Obviously, he had already grasped the person's body tightly, but gradually, there was only a handful of crystal dust left in his tightly grasped palm, the tighter he grasped, the faster the flow.

Feng Changhuan disappeared right in front of his eyes, and the crystal dust he scattered was blown by the strong wind, and could no longer be found, as if from the beginning, it was just a dream.

Only the words left in his ears echoed endlessly. He said: "I have been there for many years, and I miss the sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root in Yangzhou city so much. When I come back, you must treat me to eat..."

"Liar, you liar...you will never come back after you leave, and you...leave me alone again..."

Rubbing his chest, he wanted to feel the throbbing in his heart, but unexpectedly found that the wound he stabbed just now had miraculously healed.

The sharp blade cuts across the skin, and the wound is dripping with blood. As time goes by, it will scab and heal. In the end, even the initial pain is forgotten, but what about the heartache?

How can the unforgettable pain be smoothed out by time...

All the pain on Yu Fuchen's body dissipated the moment Feng Changhuan integrated his spiritual power into his body, and even his weakening heartbeat was agitated, screaming in his chest the pain of being pulled away from his beloved.

He still kept embracing that person for a long time, then lowered his hands and stared blankly at the pitch-black sky, and the grief and helplessness on the faces of those people guarding the barrier.

"When he was still around, everyone wished that he would die as soon as possible. Now that he's gone, he still has such an expression. I really don't know whether you want him to live or want him to die."

The hand that was hanging on the ground touched the chest that was still chilling, Yu Fuchen turned his head slowly, clenched the heavy spirit weapon, stood up, took every step slowly and with difficulty, and walked towards the emperor in a daze. days away.

"He is stupid, isn't he stupid? Why bother to do this for a human? If I had encountered everything he had experienced, I would have wanted to destroy all the people who had trapped me in injustice, just like you. Doesn't it mean that you and I are essentially the same kind of people?"

There was no brilliance in his eyes, and he seemed to lose his soul when he spoke, and he wanted to cry but couldn't.

Although he didn't admit that there was a father-son bond, Di Tianyao still softened his heart seeing him like this.

Or he was moved when he saw Feng Changhuan who was willing to sacrifice himself for him.

"It's not too late to turn back."

"Did you say that to yourself?"

Yu Fuchen raised his eyes, and when he lowered his head, the bottomless darkness in the ghost pupils had spread to the entire eyeball, and because Feng Changhuan merged into his body, the other eye also showed a familiar blood color .

A faint golden light radiated from his body, gradually becoming dazzling, and the inscriptions carved into the muscles and bones gradually emerged.

It was too late to realize the crisis at this time, even if Di Tianyao pulled away and wanted to retreat, he was still imprisoned in place and unable to move.

Although the golden light radiated out, it did not affect Yu Fuchen's control over the Torment Prison, or even the power of the Netherworld.

The looming black mist was like a entangled spider thread. Panshen Tianyao tightly bound his body, wrapped his hands around him, forced him to discard the Mo Yang Sword, and was then lifted up with inexplicable force.

The Nine Heavens Emperor Zun has never been so downcast, being watched by a group of ants that he despises is so embarrassing at this moment, but the more he tries to break free, the tighter the black mist entangles him, almost crushing his bones, making him unable to breathe .

Yu Fuchen raised his head slowly, seeing his terrifying eyes, Di Tianyao was also startled.

Due to the intervention of the power of the Netherworld, he instinctively felt panic, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, but the black mist that entangled him untimely protruded a long thing that turned into a snake, and burrowed into his robe. He let out an exclamation of humiliation.

This kind of power, this kind of behavior is definitely not what Yu Fuchen did.

Knowing this, Di Tianyao restrained his body's instinctive fear, lowered his voice, and kept begging.

"Let me go...please, let me go..."

Nobody knew exactly who he was talking to.

Now Yu Fuchen was filled with grief, he raised his ice spear, and the huge shadow reflected on the city wall also raised his sickle along with him.

He watched Di Tianyao's humble expression that was almost crying, but he showed no pity, as soon as he licked it, it hit the other person's heart.

At the same time, the shadow also waved the deadly sickle, and cut them down without even a moment's struggle. Di Tianyao fell into silence, and closed his eyes unwillingly. Then, he fell from a height to the ground.

The moment Di Tianyao stopped breathing, the dark clouds covering the sky receded suddenly, and the scorching and scorching light flooded the earth, finally bringing the long-lost vitality to this land.

The black clouds receded and the sky suddenly appeared, which represented the end of the Nine Heavens' rule and the coming of people's freedom.

The people in Snow Misty City cheered and screamed excitedly at the victory of the battle. They walked out of the city gate and felt the most authentic feeling of warm light.

They only saw the results of victory, and were overwhelmed by joy, but they didn't expect how much the people hiding in the dark had paid for this ray of light.

Yu Fuchen knelt down on the ground, looking at the blazing light that was enough to blind his eyes, and murmured helplessly.

"You said you wanted to watch the first sunrise that illuminated the dead night with me. Now that the clouds have cleared, I'm standing where the sun shines, and you... where are you?"

The author has something to say: I have to remind again, it is the HE ending!It's HE!