Dressed as the apex pet of a cold master

In front of the Jade Market Hall, the absurdity continues to unfold.

All the disciples of Qingxu Sect knelt down and looked at Wei Zan in the courtyard respectfully, and whispered: "Welcome to the Lord of the Eastern Region to ascend the throne, with the help of heaven, the hope of the people, and the world's enjoyment..."

Seeing that the five domains were over, more and more demon cultivators knelt on the ground, bowing their heads to Wei Zun.Fu Yi stood aside and watched, neither kneeling down nor moving, as if he was waiting for something.

Seeing this scene, Shen Tangli, who was restrained by others, closed his eyes sadly, unable to bear to look any further.

At this moment, Wenyue, who was deeply pierced into the carved pillar, uttered a sharp sword cry, and Moxiu, who was nailed to the pillar, fell softly to the ground, making a dull sound.

Wenyue flew out quickly, pierced the sky, and flew straight down, stabbing steadily beside Jing Fan, the sound of clanging was endless.

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, a bloody hand moved up the edge, holding the hilt tremblingly.

Fu Yi's leisurely expression froze on his face, and he was standing not far away, his eyes fixed on the bloody man on the ground, his face slightly gloomy.

But seeing Jing Fan supporting the ground with one hand and holding the sword in the other, he actually propped up the crippled body.

His hair was stained with dried blood and hung down beside his temples. The original color of his white clothes could no longer be seen clearly, and was stained blood red by dozens of fatal wounds, large and small.

"This seat is not dead yet, who dares to seek power in the Eastern Region?"

Jing Fan's voice was intermittent, but it reached everyone's ears.

It's all here, and it's not dead yet.

Wei Zong turned his head, his proud expression froze on his face, and said sinisterly: "You, a useless silverfish, want to lead my way?"

He raised his hand, immediately took out a few darts, and walked towards Jingfan with a grim expression.

His arm was grabbed by someone, Fu Lie stepped forward and whispered quickly: "To avoid long nights and dreams, let him have a good time and kill him now."

"Kill him, it's too cheap for him!"

Wei Zong waved Fu Yu away, and said with a smirk, "I just want him to witness how the Eastern Territory changed hands before he died!"

Before the words fell, the sky suddenly became obscure.

All of a sudden, the mountains and rivers were turbulent, the wind was strong, and thick black clouds shrouded Qingwu Mountain. The bleak cold wind rolled up countless fallen leaves on the ground, quickly forming a vortex in the air, trees rose from the ground, and several dazzling lightning bolts appeared in the sky!

Everyone was blown up and down, and they all panicked: "What happened?! Why did it suddenly happen?"

Fu Yi shook his body, suddenly felt the mana in his body flowing uncontrollably, immediately grabbed Wei Zan and said angrily: "What's going on, what did you do with the inscription?"

"I..." Wei Zongfang wanted to argue, his face turned pale.

Why did the Fahua inscription have no connection with me?

He rummaged all over his body but found nothing. He hurriedly mobilized his mana to find the location of the stele, but there was still no response.

"Where is my inscription, my miracle?!"

Wei Zhan's fierce eyes fell on Jing Fan, and cursed: "It must be him! It must be Jing Fan who took it away!"

Dark and dense clouds gathered above the Yuxu Temple, and a huge boulder tied with several chains floated in the air, and the fine inscriptions spread out in the black clouds shining with golden light.

The Taoist and Demonic cultivators present all looked up, and the solemn and majestic words were engraved in their minds, which made people tremble and worship in surrender.

The thunder was rolling, and everyone's knees softened, and they knelt down on the ground, breaking out in cold sweat.

"This is... the way of heaven has manifested..."

"Could it be, this, this is God's punishment?"

Shen Tangli knelt in the crowd, glanced at him, and realized that except Jing Fan, everyone else was bowing their heads piously, and even Wei Zan had to cover his trembling chest and curled up in worship.

He looked at the dark sky, his eyes were a little blurred:

"I never thought that when the Dao of Heaven came to the world, the world would look like this dark and chaotic..."

Above the crowd, an icy blue magic light mixed with thunder and lightning stirred up the torn air, and faintly, a young figure appeared above.

But seeing his snow clothes fluttering in the wind, his hair fluttering, and holding a horizontal bow, he stared at the crowd coldly, his posture was solemn, like a god descending.

Fu Yi raised his eyes and said in surprise, "Shuhua!"

Yun Shuhua ignored Fu Yu, and said loudly, "Wei Zun, you violated the law of heaven, forged your inheritance status with counterfeit objects, and vainly tried to replace the master of the Eastern Region, deceiving the whole world, and you deserve to be punished!"

His voice is not loud, but like Huang Zhong Dalu, it makes people tremble.

"What nonsense are you talking about?! The inscription on the Fahua stele is a real miracle, not a forgery," Wei Zun stood up unsteadily, and pointed at Yun Shuhua, "You are the one who is full of nonsense and confuses the public, you should die! "

"Oh? But the Fahua stele is clearly with me."

Yun Shuhua conjured up a stone and threw it in the air. The inscription refracted by the stone and the scriptures and seals in the sky together formed a complete Sanskrit verse. In the next moment, the spirit suddenly appeared, and the rainbow was broken in the sky.

Everyone was shocked when they saw clearly what was in the boy's hands.

Why does this boy also have the Fahua stele in his hand? !

"Impossible, this is impossible, how did you steal it from me? Give it back to me, give it back to me!"

Wei Zong rushed up frantically, but when his feet fell, he was thrown into the air.

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Yun Shuhua was in the void, raised his right arm, and slowly pulled out a bow of a full moon aimed at Wei Zun.

"To bully the heavens and destroy the world, death is not a pity. I will kill you today to comfort the heavens."

As Yun Shuhua gathered momentum, the golden scriptures floating in the air converged into streams of light, transforming into a golden feather piercing cloud arrow.

Complicated inscriptions and prints surrounded the young man, forming a huge wheel, reflecting his clear profile.

In the shadow of the sun and stars, the virtual appearance of a crane appears faintly.

Yun Shuhua softly said three words: "Go to hell."

The ear-piercing roar and crackling sound exploded in front of the Yuxu Hall, and the cloud-piercing arrow hit Wei Zhan's chest with lightning speed, and the burst of brilliance made everyone's eyes pale and almost blind for a while.

Everything happened too fast, Wei Zun looked at the arrow shot in the middle of his chest, and lowered his head in disbelief. He knelt down on the ground with weak knees, holding the end of the feather arrow tremblingly, trying to shoot it pull out.

"what!!"

The golden flowing fire scorched the skin on his hands black, and blood trickled down the wound.

Before Wei Zong could close his eyes, he lay on his side on the ground and lost his breath in an instant.

The onlookers retreated in panic, looking at the god-like Yun Shuhua in fear and awe, and the weapons in their hands fell to the ground.

The accident happened so suddenly!

Seeing Wei Zun die beside him, Fu Yu's heart sank, realizing that the situation was about to reverse.

He turned his head and looked at the gate of Qingwu Mountain in the distance. He concentrated on feeling and felt that a large army was coming quickly.

It should be the soldiers and horses of Yuxiao Palace, but they didn't expect to come in such a timely manner.

Thinking of this, Fu Wei felt relieved a little, turned around and walked out of the crowd.

Suddenly, Yun Shuhua shot three arrows at the sky, and the demon cultivators in front of the Yuxu Hall screamed and rolled down the stone steps one by one, vomiting blood from their mouths, and died in an instant.

Crazy, really crazy.

Fu Yi quickened his pace, and suddenly saw a crimson cloud rushing towards the front of the Yuxu Palace like a tide, and he took a closer look to see where the people from the Yuxiao Palace were.

It's the Crimson Shadow Army!

He secretly thought that it was not good, the jade flute in his hand turned into a long sword, and was about to kill a bloody road to escape, but suddenly a cyan flashed in front of his eyes.

Immediately, the throat was tightly strangled, and there was a deep voice behind him.

"Father, where else do you want to escape to?"

Fu Yi's knee was kicked hard by Jiang Shuwan, and he fell to the ground immediately. He looked up at Jiang Shuwan's face and said angrily, "What are you doing? I gave birth to you and raised you. You want to repay your kindness with revenge." ?”

"How to give birth, how to raise, how come I don't know?"

Jiang Shuwan grabbed his neck and used all his strength: "My father, I owe you all the injuries I have. To this day, I don't even know who my biological parents are!"

"So what, if I hadn't raised you up, you would have died somewhere in the Eastern Territory—uh!"

Fu Yi felt a sharp pain in his heart, his face turned pale, he raised his head vigorously, and looked at his chest──

I saw Shen Tangli dragging his bloody legs, kneeling in front of him, holding the handle of the knife in his hand.

His eyes were clear, and he smiled slightly at Fu Yi, who was losing his life.

"Master Fu, I am the dog of Lord Xianzun, do you still satisfy you?"

Fu Li's face was blue and purple, he was speechless for a long time, his body was twitching, and he lost his last trace of breath.

In a short period of time, the masters of Yuxiao Palace and Qingxu Gate both died.

Moxiu and Daoxiu fled in all directions, fighting, plundering, and frantically fighting with the Scarlet Shadow Army.

This farce is finally over.

Yun Shuhua fell to the ground, his eyes darkened, and he gasped for a moment before standing firmly on his feet. He threw away the star picking in his hand, and staggered towards Jingfan. For a short distance, it was like walking on the edge of a knife, taking a step forward. , the internal organs rolled and burned his body.

Walking in front of Jing Fan, he collapsed uncontrollably, spitting out a large pool of blood from his mouth, and became unconscious.

Jing Fan let go of Wenyue, leaned forward and clasped his hand, but his wrist was slashed with a sword, no matter how hard he tried, he could only hold it in vain, and could no longer give him the same sense of security as before .

The smell of blood was all over the two of them, but Yun Shuhua stretched out his arms, tried his best to hug him, and leaned into his arms.

"Master."

Jing Fan's breathing was disordered, his long eyelashes trembled, and his heart ached like twisting.

Yun Shuhua took out the Fahua stele and put it in Jingfan's hand: "Hold it, it will protect you and you will be fine."

"I borrowed something from the master to act in a play, and now it's finally back to the original owner, ahem..."

Big balls of blood hurt Jing Fan's eyes.

He looked at the inscription in his hand, and when he closed his eyes, hot tears rolled down his face.

"Xiaohua, can you give me another chance?"

Jing Fan's voice trembled and his throat choked.

Yun Shuhua nodded his head and said, "But, I never blamed you."

He felt a fishy sweetness welling up in his throat, so he suppressed the pain, and in a very low and thin voice, he spoke against Jing Fan, and the blood dripped intermittently from his mouth, gradually turning into a column of blood, sprinkled on Jing Fan's dry skin. On the blackened and bloodstained chest, the bloodstains intertwined and turned bright red again.

Jing Fan was crying, and wrapped his arms helplessly around him, feeling Yun Shuhua's cooling body temperature, and lowered his head to rub against him, pressing his forehead tightly.

The two stuck together tacitly, feeling the passing of life.

"Can you, can you not go?"

Jing Fan begged, and the tears couldn't stop flowing: "Can we be together forever, I love you, I can't bear it."

Yun Shuhua looked at him, his red eyes did not blink: "I know, I know, because I am the same."

He hugged Jing Fan's waist carefully, avoiding his wound, took a deep breath slowly, and smelled the lotus fragrance on his body.

Jing Fan closed his eyes in grief, never hating his incompetence so much for a moment.

I hate myself for not even being able to give my lover a hug at a time like this.

On the contrary, the other party has to try their best to cover up, so that the two can have a moment of tenderness.

Jing Fan gritted his teeth, feeling the pain in his heart was unbearable, the pain was unbearable.

"Master, I am very satisfied to be able to spend the last time with you," Yun Shuhua said with a sore nose, "Let me hug you again, even if it hurts, I won't let go."

He leaned gently on Jing Fan's shoulder, tears streaming down his face.

Feeling that Yun Shuhua's strength was disappearing rapidly, Jing Fan knew that this was a sign that his life was coming to an end.

"Xiaohua." He lowered his head and whispered in a trembling voice.

"In your next life, can you take me to the world you lived in?"

The boy in his arms smiled weakly.

"It's a word."

He opened his eyes and looked up at the dark sky.

"I am dead, and I will never rot in the soil. I will become a star and fly to the Milky Way in the sky."

Jing Fan was paralyzed, holding his hand, blood dripped from the corners of his eyes, wet his ears and hair mixed with tears.

The weight of the person in his arms became lighter and lighter, turning into fine pieces of light and disappearing into nothingness.

For a long time, only a white lotus with curled edges fell beside Jing Fan.

Together with that flower, there is also a rough astrolabe jade pendant lying quietly on the spot.

Jing Fan lowered his eyes, and tears dripped on the petals and jade pendants, in a pool of blood.

At that time, the wind was rolling and the clouds were calming down, and the sky was already bright.

The bleak and desolate scene dissipated, the dawn returned to Qingwu, and everything returned to peace.

There is one person who disappeared in this world, but many people who are living have saved their lives without knowing it.

Day after day, the mountains and rivers become too clear.

……

There is a saying in the verse of King Miaose's seeking the Dharma: All love will be met, impermanence is hard to come by for a long time, there will be many fears in life, and life will be in danger in the morning dew.

Sorrow arises from love, fear arises from love; apart from the one who loves, there is neither worry nor fear.

Most of the principles in the world are like this.